Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The statue emitted a dark energy as the people chanted. The sky turned a different shade.
It was getting weird.
The villagers were motivated. They continued to pray devotedly.
Soone with a black cape stood in front of the statue. His cape masked his face. There was only darkness present.
Suddenly, he raised his hands to the sky and looked up. “Lord Demon God, look at your devoted disciples. Please, co to the Immortal Realm and bless us. Free us from suffering!”
About ten cultivators were surrounding the village. They did not look happy at all. They kept casting spells. Fire and water surrounded them. It looked very magical.
There were about ten demons on the other side. They looked nacing as their dark energy surrounded the village. Black waves rolled in, forming a black wall as if it were a shield.
No matter how the cultivators attack, they could not break the black force shield.
“Stupid, stupid!” an elder with flowy robes yelled at the top of his lungs. He was livid as he stood watching, just outside the village.
Did they think worshipping the Demon God would work?
Would the Demon God co down to save them all?
They were so easily tempted by demonic forces. Did they not have any morals?
The sky was turning black from swirling dark clouds. He shivered and looked unsure.
Finally, he sighed fearfully. “Get the sword!”
The other cultivators’ expressions changed at the sa ti. A younger cultivator stepped forward and said, “Master, this...”
“Stop talking, get the sword!” The elder looked certain.
The young cultivator clenched his jaw and passed the sword to the elder.
It was a long magenta sword. It looked more traditional and old. Sohow, it had a killer aura.
“Master, do you have to do this? Your...”
“Shut it! We’ll all die if the Demon God is summoned.” The elder held the long sword. “It doesn’t matter, I shall endure the price of death alone.”
He did not hesitate any longer and levitated into the air. He swung the sword and a long trail of fire ensued like a fiery snake in the sky.
He looked serious and powerful. “Everyone, help ...kill the demon!”
The other cultivators all looked at each other. They cast spells and transferred their powers to the body of the elder.
“The sky is my witness today. This is an act of defense against demons. I’m forced to kill because we have no choice. If this ans it’ll affect my cultivation, so be it. It has nothing to do with the other cultivators!” said the elder.
Then, he held the long sword up high.
Suddenly, the dark sky was split apart!
Flas ensued like an angry dragon, pouring out from the long sword. The sky lit up. There was a stream of bright light amongst the darkness.
Then, he swung the long sword!
Fuuuum!
The darkness disappeared into nothing. The powerful fire sword was unstoppable. It attacked the center of the village!
Fuuum!
The flas whipped the swirling darkness. It shook like it was about to fall apart.
The flas continuously whipped it, almost like it was going to split the dark swirl open. The village brightened up.
It was like the apocalypse for the village and the flas were the teor. If it fell upon the village, the entire village would be wiped out!
Along with the thousands of villagers!
The cultivators looked like they did not want to do this.
A cultivator’s journey was always dangerous and played against fate. Sects were opened to ensure safety. Cultivators would be praised if they acted out of kindness and they would have a smooth-sailing cultivation journey.
However, if cultivators acted out of malice and had too many lives on their hands, their cultivation would be affected. The best-case scenario would be to stop being a cultivator. The worst-case scenario was having their cultivation corrupted!
That would be worse than death.
Therefore, besides demonic cultivators, cultivators would never bully or kill anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, not on purpose at least.
However, once you were a cultivator, you would no longer have the choice for power over the weaklings. The journey to pursue immortality was cruel, most would rather be an ordinary person and live a simple life.
That elder would be ending his journey if he destroyed an entire village!
Suddenly, sothing happened.
The sky swirled like the ocean and poured down on the demonic man!
The demonic man looked hysterically nacing as he laughed loudly, “Thank you for the blessing Demon God! Thank you for the blessing Demon God!”
He levitated and went toward the flas, his eyes a bright red gleam.
He reached out slightly with his wrist.
Suddenly, the surrounding dark energy went toward him. A black ball of dark energy ford in his hand, first translucent, then as black as ink. It was a terrifying sight.
Then, he simply threw the black ball toward the flas.
Poof! The black ball snapped the fla trail and went toward the cultivators.
Boom!
A burst of dark energy!
The cultivators instantly went pale and spat out blood.
The demonic man in the black cape laughed and levitated smugly. “Will you look at that! This is the power of the Demon God! As long as you’re devoted and loyal, the Demon God shall grant you longevity and revive your loved ones!”
The villagers looked fanatical. They hugged the statue. “Lord Demon God! Lord Demon God!”
Suddenly, a scholar slowly walked over from afar.
He was barefooted and frowning. He saw everything.
At that mont, he was questioning his cultivation journey.
The villagers were chanting to their Demon God like how he shared his preaching. In ‘Journey to the West’, the Monk and the others also preached their truths to the West. The only difference was in their thods.
However... What was the use of these truths?
What was the aning of realizing ultimate truths?
He walked toward the village.
The cultivators helplessly laid on the ground. They hurriedly said, “Don’t go in there!”
“Scholar, are you perhaps under the Demon God’s temptation?”
ng Junliang pretended like he did not hear anything. He continued walking into the village and headed toward the demonic statue.
Huh?
The demons were slightly confused. Was he another new mber?
He looked like a scholar. They could use this scholar to preach about the Demon God. It would be effective.
The Demonic Man smiled. He said, “Another newbie. Everyone, welco him with applause!”
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