"One more thing!"
Bu Tianzhi laughed heartily, then spoke coldly.
The shift in his expression was so abrupt that it made all the Demon Dao cultivators uneasy.
"Junior Brother Bu, just say the word. As long as it helps you break through, weâll do whatever it takes. From now on, the Yin Yang Hall relies on you!"
His senior replied politely.
Being part of the Demon Dao, unpredictability was to be expected.
"From now on, donât call me Junior Brother Bu. Address me as Sect Leader. Do you understand?"
Bu Tianzhiâs gaze grew cold as he looked at the Demon Dao cultivators.
They were instantly horrified.
It was as if, if they didnât agree, Bu Tianzhi would lash out in the next moment.
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
His senior had no choice but to agree.
This scene made Lin Changâsheng, hovering in the sky, sneer with cold amusement.
"Bu Tianzhi, your masterâs gone and you think a monkey can be king? You, fit to be Sect Leader?"
From the heavens, Lin Changâshengâs voice roared like thunder.
Bu Tianzhi instantly felt things take a turn for the worse, shuddering in his heart.
"L-Lin Changâsheng?"
Bu Tianzhiâs lips trembled as he spat out the name, as if facing his archenemy, sheer terror painted across his face.
But this was only natural. Not even the great sect leaders of the Demon Evil Sea were a match for Lin Changâshengâhow could Bu have any hope of survival? Dread flooded his heart.
Bu Tianzhi lifted his head unsteadily to look up at the sky.
Sure enough, that manâgodlikeâwas looking down at him from above.
"You have some nerve, daring to stir up trouble in my Southern Realm. Today, Iâll obliterate every last remnant of you Demon Dao scum."
Lin Changâsheng barked coldly. Wiping out these Demon Dao leftovers was now as easy as lifting a finger for him.
This overwhelming aura sent shock rippling through the Demon Dao cultivators on the ground.
"D-Divinity Transformation Stage? He actually broke through to the Divinity Transformation Stage? Thatâs impossibleâ"
Bu Tianzhiâs pupils dilated, his face full of disbelief.
Heâd thought he would eventually catch up to Lin Changâsheng. Who wouldâve imagined Lin Changâsheng had already broken through to the terrifying Divinity Transformation Stage?
How could he possibly contend with that?
"Run, run for your livesâ"
When they sensed the terrifying level of Lin Changâshengâs cultivation, the Yin Yang Hallâs demon cultivatorsâ first instinct was to flee.
But how could Lin Changâsheng possibly allow them to escape?
His divine sense crashed down, instantly suppressing every Demon Dao cultivator, leaving them unable to move an inch.
Even Bu Tianzhiâs face twisted in agony, unable to break free.
The divine sense pressure from a Divinity Transformation cultivatorâGolden Core cultivators couldnât withstand it at all, and even Nascent Soul Great Cultivators could only crawl on the ground, unable to move.
"How did your master die?"
Lin Changâsheng floated down before Bu Tianzhi, asking with curiosity.
All the other Demon Dao cultivatorsâapart from Ding Changhaiâhad already been killed outright by Lin Changâsheng.
Now Ding Changhaiâs Spirit Treasure had appeared in Bu Tianzhiâs hand, meaning Ding Changhai was likely dead.
"If I told you, would you let me go?"
Bu Tianzhi was stubborn, determined to piss off Lin Changâsheng even in death.
"Not a chance. But I can at least let you die quickly!"
Lin Changâshengâs lips curled into a sinister smile.
Seeing that smile, Bu Tianzhi felt a wave of dread, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
When Lin Changâsheng saw Bu Tianzhi stubborn as a mule, he stopped wasting words. With a flick of his finger, a surge of primordial power burst forth, instantly shattering one of Bu Tianzhiâs arms.
"Aaagh! My armâ"
Bu Tianzhi screamed in agony.
Splurtâ
But before he could finish screaming, his other arm exploded in a spray of blood.
When Lin Changâshengâs finger slowly pointed downward at Bu Tianzhi, Buâs legs started trembling in fear.
"Iâll talk! Iâll talk!"
Bu Tianzhi yielded instantly. If he kept silent, Lin Changâsheng would only torment him to death. Better a quick end than to suffer.
"My master was killed in the abyss of Mu City by a woman who drained his blood energy!"
Bu Tianzhi stopped hiding it and told the cause of Ding Changhaiâs death.
"Mu City? A woman? Could it be Sister Zhen?"
Lin Changâsheng said in surpriseâwhat other explanation could there be for such a coincidence?
There were only two real powerhouses at Mu CityâLin Changâsheng himself, and Yan Zhen. Who else could kill a middle stage Nascent Soul cultivator?
Boomâ
Once he had his answer, Lin Changâsheng showed no hesitation, blasting Bu Tianzhiâs chest to pieces with a single punch, killing him on the spot.
Back when theyâd entered the Sea God Space together, Bu Tianzhi could at least match Lin Changâsheng for a couple blows.
Now, at this meeting, he didnât even have the strength to fight back.
And he still dreamed of becoming the mightiest in Demon Dao? Talk about delusional.
After killing Bu Tianzhi, Lin Changâsheng showed no mercy to the remaining Demon Dao cultivators, killing them all one by one.
"Not bad, a freebieâa Lower Grade Spirit Treasure!"
Lin Changâsheng picked up the Yin Yang Wheel, satisfied this trip wasnât a waste.
He then opened the storage bag taken from Bu Tianzhi.
This should be Ding Changhaiâs, given the insane quantity of spirit stones and magical artifacts inside.
There were also multiple Demonic Treasure Manuals.
"Yin Soul Fierce Soul Fist, Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique, Infinite Soul Scattering Handâ"
Lin Changâsheng flipped through the manuals in the storage bag and noticed that the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique was decent, though it required absorbing blood energy to boost cultivation.
But wasnât this the perfect placeâthousands of demon cultivatorsâ blood energy for him to take?
Without hesitation, Lin Changâsheng began studying the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique.
[Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique: Entry Level!]
Half an hour later, heâd finally mastered the basics.
[Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique detected. Spend 6,000 spirit stones to simplify?]
The next moment, a notification came from his system menu.
"Yes!"
Lin Changâsheng chose without hesitation.
[Great Dao is Simple: Simplifying Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique... Simplifying... Complete. Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique => Blood Gaze!]
"Blood Gaze?"
Lin Changâsheng was more than satisfied with the simplification.
With blood everywhere, he bottled some up, planning to use it later to master the technique to perfection.
Then he immediately began running the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique, absorbing blood energy from the ten thousand demon cultivatorsâ bodies.
Blood mist drifted out of the slain demon cultivators, surging toward Lin Changâsheng and finally entering his nostrils. The blood energy nourished his organs and Eight Extraordinary Meridians, even causing his cultivation to skyrocket crazily.
"Nice! That boosted my cultivation by nearly half!"
Half an hour later, Lin Changâsheng had absorbed and refined the blood energy of all ten thousand demon cultivators, his cultivation actually increased by half.
One more batch of ten thousand demon cultivatorsâ blood energy and heâd reach the peak of the Early Stage Divinity Transformation.
This rate of improvement was simply monstrous.
Normally, to go from early stage to peak early stage Divinity Transformation would take centuries of bitter cultivation.
Clearly, the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique was extraordinary.
"I wonder, once I master Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique to perfection, will it fuse with the Devouring Immortal Demon Technique?"
Lin Changâsheng musedâafter all, both techniques absorbed from others.
Though one drained blood energy and the other cultivation, they were essentially the same thing.
If the two could merge, a far stronger Demon Technique would be born.
After pocketing his winnings, Lin Changâsheng stopped dawdling and headed toward the Eastern Desolate Demon Race.
...
Southern Realm, Wuyang Valley
This was a valley where the sun never shone, surrounded by peaks so tall they blocked out all light. Only at noon would a sliver of sunlight reach the valley, hence the name.
This place was a full seventy thousand miles from Immortal Ascension Sect.
After bringing Zhao Fushe here, Situ Wu found a hidden cave to lay low and recuperate his severed arm.
"Immortal Venerable, that Lin Changâshengâs already broken through to Divinity Transformation Realm. Killing him now wonât be so easy!"
Zhao Fuhu sounded anxious. Heâd thought Situ Wu could easily avenge them by slaying Lin Changâsheng.
But not only had they failed to take revenge, Situ Wu even lost an arm to Lin Changâsheng.
Zhao Fuhu had no idea what to do now, clenching his fists, eyes burning with hatred.
His brotherâs and masterâs deaths... Would he really never get his revenge?
"A mere ant, nothing to fear. Once I recoverâeven thirty percent of my peak cultivationâI can crush him with a flick of my finger! Fuhu, get me more blood energy. Once I reach the peak of Divinity Transformation Stage, this little bug will die for sure!"
Situ Wuâs eyes flashed cold light as he spoke.
Heâd thought that with his middle-stage Divinity Transformation cultivation heâd be invincible in the Immortal Relic Land.
Yet every step he took, he met setbacks. For Situ Wu, it was an utter humiliation.
Had he recovered just thirty percent of his peak, heâd never have ended up so pathetic.
After all, his peak was far beyond mere Divinity Transformation.
"Yes, Immortal Venerable!"
Realizing what heâd witnessed wasnât even the full might of Immortal Venerable, Zhao Fuhu was overjoyed, nodding and hurrying away to hunt more cultivators to help Situ Wu heal.