The slightest movents within the Xuantian Immortal Domain, down to every subtle shift in immortal qi, were as clear as a pattern on his palm in Gu Qingfeng’s perception.
At his level, the peak of the Eight Tribulation Heavenly Venerate Realm, whatever transpired within the Immortal Domain, could not escape his watch, should he choose so.
Over a hundred years, countless cultivators surged into the Xuantian Immortal Domain, like fish crossing a river.
Naturally, among them were Evil People eroded by the power of Evil Gods, ready to act as their claws, or spies directly disguised by the Evil God Clan, attempting to infiltrate the Immortal Domain.
Yet these evil spirits were as conspicuous as torches in the night.
Gu Qingfeng had no need for personal intervention as the Mystic Sky Forbidden Guard suppressed them thoroughly.
Should any Evil Gods or Evil People be caught, the handling by the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty was simple, direct, and extre.
Destroying their physical bodies, extracting their Divine Souls with the Secret Technique, then shaping their soul essence through special ans into wicks burning with ghostly blue flas.
These Soul Lamps were then hung upon the Nine Heavens, adorning the sky like stars, burning day and night, emitting a mournful and unperceivable wail, warning all with malicious intent.
Such an iron-blooded and brutal scene naturally instilled fear in those cultivators witnessing the thods of the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty for the first ti, as if they could feel the eternal suffering conveyed by the Soul Lamps.
Yet following the brief shock, many more embraced the act with applause, feeling a long-repressed resentnt finally released.
The Evil God Clan had wrought havoc over the heavens for years, countless predecessors of the Human Clan fallen at their hands, leaving a deep grudge engraved in bone.
Seeing the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty suppressing the Evil Spirit with such firm and fierce ans truly brought them joy, feeling revived and spirited.
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"Lighting Heavenly Lamps with the Divine Souls of the Evil God’s claws, hung upon the Nine Heavens for all to see, such actions by the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty are truly satisfying!"
A sword cultivator, with an ancient sword on his back and a fierce aura between his brows, laughed loudly, his tone full of admiration.
"Absolutely! Long have I heard of the Mystic Sky Immortal Emperor’s profound hatred and hostility towards the Evil God Clan.
Since the establishnt of the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty, they’ve battled far and wide, eradicating countless strongholds of Evil Gods, slaying their kin, surely the numbers have long exceeded billions!"
A nearby old Daoist with a horsetail whisk else nodded approvingly, respect reflecting in his eyes.
However, amidst the overwhelming praise, a slightly inappropriate voice arose from the side.
"Despite such words, are these actions not a bit too cruel?
The claws of Evil Gods deserve death, but given they’ve been captured, killing them outright and dispersing their souls should suffice.
Why bother with extracting their Divine Souls, igniting Soul Lamps, subjecting them to the agony of eternal burning, does this not contradict the compassionate heart of Human Dao?"
As these words fell.
The originally noisy plaza was abruptly silenced as if sliced by a sharp blade!
Almost all cultivators’ gazes instantly fixated on the young cultivator who spoke, his face holding so frailness, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
The young cultivator, under the scrutiny of nurous eyes, visibly paled, feeling an intangible pressure surging upon him.
He forced calmness, raising his voice slightly, faintly chiding: "What do you intend to do? I’m rely expressing my personal opinion, is it truly that speech is stifled within this Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty? Is there no freedom of expression?"
"Freedom of expression?"
A burly man with a nacing scar on his face stepped forcefully forward, aggression swirling around him, his anger turned into laughter.
"Hmph! The Evil God Clan has plagued our Human Clan for years, slaughtering beings, their sins unspeakable!
Today, you dare voice pity for the pain of Evil God’s claws here, seeking their justification, to you surely align with the Evil Gods!
Speak, are you not a spy planted by the Evil God Clan!"
The young cultivator, pushed back half a step by the man’s aggression, further paled at his accusing words, yet defiantly of his mouth, trying to steer to a broader narrative.
"You.. don’t spew baseless accusations! I’m... purely discussing facts!
Moreover, within this boundless Endless Immortal Domain, it’s no exclusive land of the Human Clan!
Wars between clans span eternity, strife continues, truly no fault with the Human Clan here?
Can there be mutual understanding, peaceful coexistence..."
As these words fell.
The spark ignited the fuse of a powder keg, instantly triggering the pent-up fury of all those around.
"Damn him! This wretch is surely a spy of the Evil God Clan, dare spew such misleading words here!"
A hot-tempered cultivator could no longer hold back, his foot infused with mana, harshly kicking toward the young cultivator!
The young cultivator hurriedly raised his hand to block, yet the imnse force jolted his blood flow, as he sought to justify with words, attempting his theories to convince, he saw other cultivators like enraged lions, fiercely striking.
"Grudges of Human Clan, unknown to , but your mother birthing such a muddle-headed creature as you is surely her greatest mistake!"
"You beast! Choosing to empathize with those reveling in destruction and chaos, is to be the Evil God’s dog your desire!"
"Beat him! Beat this misfit wretch to death!"
"Careful not to directly shatter his Divine Soul, save this wretch’s soul, hang it alongside the Evil God’s claws, light Heavenly Lamps in the sky!"
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