Chapter 1013: The Blood Dao Can Also Be Used

The earth was scarred beyond recognition, peaks collapsed, rivers severed.

The ancestral lands of the Mo Ye family, which had endured for unknown eons within the Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, met their end; all clan members perished, leaving behind a ground littered with corpses and blood mist, and various heavy, giant body-cultivation weapons clattering down to smash deep craters.

In the heavens and earth, countless blood flowers and blood mists bloomed from the corpses.

These flowers, entirely crimson, bore twelve petals, carried aloft by lotus platforms of blood-jade toward the sky.

'Blood Lotus…'

A thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind, then vanished.

The blood flowers, born from the corpses of Mo Ye clan's strong ones, flew from all directions, dancing around the blood-robed Daoist like adorable little spirits.

Keng!

Jiang Ding drew his sword, unfolding its blood-jade blade.

The blood flowers circling the blood-robed Daoist emitted clear, joyful cries like sword chimes, leaping forward and vying to fly into the blood sword, as if finding their homeland.

The first blood flower landed, leaving a pattern on the blade.

The second, the third, the fourth…

One life, one blood flower, was enough to leave a blood scar upon the blood sword.

From all sides, seas of blood flowers surged toward this place, endless and unceasing; finally, all vanished, leaving only that one blood sword, increasingly vivid and alive.

'Body cultivators, rich in essence and fresh blood — excellent material for forging swords…'

'Treasure of blood Dao cultivators.'

Jiang Ding thought.

He gazed at the blood sword in his hand; countless fine blood scars had appeared on its blade, intertwining and entwining to form something resembling a heavenly talisman seal, yet distinct.

This was the blood Dao cultivation inheritance obtained by the River King, named the 'Blood River Slaying Spirit Forging Divine Seal Method.'

This sword-forging method derived from the method of law cultivators forging talismans; its advantage was minimal need for celestial treasures, rapid forging speed, and great power.

Its only limitation: the material must be the life of a living being, the stronger the better.

If the life was too weak, the effect was extremely poor, even nonexistent.

This was a typical demonic cultivator inheritance, using the blood of living beings as material.

Thus, it bore the inherent flaws of demonic inheritance: an unstable foundation, susceptibility to qi deviation, a low success rate in overcoming heavenly tribulations, and numerous other negative effects.

'I feel my moral boundaries are trembling.'

'Perhaps it could be used to forge swords from alien cultivators who committed massacre, or human cultivators guilty of capital crimes…'

"Demonic inheritance: used rightly, it is righteous; used wickedly, it is evil."

Jiang Ding clearly felt that as the blood sword's power strengthened, a flood of negative emotions poured from the sword

into his mind-sea, whispering various rational, plausible voices within.

The key was, he himself found them quite reasonable.

These surging negative emotions could instantly drive a newly ascended Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun into qi deviation, causing self-explosion and death; as cultivation continued, these inner demons would inevitably grow stronger.

This was the lifelong torment of demonic and blood Dao cultivators, permeating their entire Dao path, impossible to escape; nine out of ten perished from inner demons, and the remaining ones were not immune — they could fall into qi deviation at any moment.

Such was the cost of the rapid advancement offered by demonic and blood Dao inheritances.

'Yes, this is how easily one loses control — all these seemingly reasonable justifications.'

"The demonic nature of demonic inheritance lies precisely here: its alluring appearance, its logically plausible reasoning, and the claim that 'used rightly, it is righteous.'"

'In truth, nine out of ten fall.'

Jiang Ding thought silently.

'Yet,'

'Not so bad.'

'Compared to the overwhelming, bloodthirsty frenzy and desperate craving for deadly combat inherent in the Great Sun Sword Dao, these blood Dao demonic thoughts are far weaker.'

Keng!

The sword intent softly rang, purging all Jiang Ding's distractions, leaving his mind-sea empty and clear.

'The blood Dao… can be used.'

'After all, it is a brilliant achievement of immortal civilization; if I do not use it, and let enemies use it, I will fall behind — and falling behind will endanger both personal and civilizational survival.'

'But it must be strictly confined to a narrow scope, becoming a minor branch of the immortal sects, not allowed to spread widely.'

"No ordinary person may receive this inheritance without passing rigorous trials to solidify their Dao heart."

Having resolved this Dao heart issue, Jiang Ding no longer dwelled on it.

As immortal cultivators advance in cultivation and extend their lifespans, the stability of their Dao heart and soul becomes ever more critical; if the Dao heart cannot be maintained and qi deviation occurs, a drastic decline in power and lifelong stagnation are commonplace.

Thus, immortal cultivators must constantly polish their Dao heart, keeping it pure, empty, and free of any flaw.

Jiang Ding walked slowly into the Mo Ye clan's ancestral lands.

Attraction emanated from the surrounding void; storage talismans, storage unicorns, and countless treasuries and secret vaults of the Mo Ye clan spontaneously opened, releasing dazzling light from celestial treasures ranging from rank one to rank five, forming rivers that flew automatically into his storage talisman.

Occasionally, a treasure vault's seal resisted — a slash of blood-colored sword qi instantly dissolved it.

The River King's storage talisman filled continuously, eventually overflowing; he had to find a rank-five storage unicorn in the Mo Ye clan's secret vaults to continue collecting.

'This Canghai Tianjun,'

'Suddenly, rich beyond measure!'

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

The wealth of Jiao Jiao Mingyu was indeed no idle boast.

Merely the wealth of this single Mo Ye clan, he roughly estimated, amounted to roughly 230,000 supreme-grade spirit stones — not even counting the inflated value of exotic regional specialties.

The Soul Transformation cultivators of the Northern Plain, whether Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan or Bai Zu Tian Jun, were paupers compared to the Mo Ye clan!

Such a wealthy land, occupied by the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan — a cruel, evil race that enslaved myriad races and slaughtered them at will — was truly an outrage against heaven and earth.

The radiance of the righteous path of the Human Race must envelop this place, bringing unquestionable justice to the Jiao Jiao Mingyu Domain.

Jiang Ding strolled through the ruined Mo Ye Clan, admiring the devastated scenery of the Mo Ye Clan caused by war and slaughter, sensing from it the aesthetic of a shift in domain order, the transition from old to new.

Finally, he stopped before the majestic Ancestral Hall of the Mo Ye Clan.

Here, the ancestors of the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan were enshrined, the 'Ancient God', an unknown creature shrouded in nether darkness, having no form, no face, seeming merely an essence within the universe.

Beneath the 'Ancient God' stood statues of the Great Emperors, carved from a kind of pitch-black demon stone.

The Mo Ye Clan had a long lineage; historically, they had possessed eighteen Great Emperors, the most recent being the Green Flame Great Emperor before the Flame Stone Great Emperor.

This was not strange, nor special.

Among the various families of the Jiao Demon Emperor Clan, over ninety percent of those still glorious in the current era were descendants of the Great Emperors of history; this was a fighting race where power could be transmitted through bloodline.

Below the many Great Emperors stood a statue of a red-haired old man, carved so vividly it seemed alive; his green horn shot straight to the sky, and his gaze, filled with resentment, stared at the blood-robed Daoist before him.

This was the ruler of the Mo Ye Clan, the Mo Ye King.

"My Lord Mo Ye King,"

"It has truly been a long time since I saw you."

Jiang Ding wore a flattering smile on his face, bowed humbly, and said: "Five hundred and seventy-six years ago, you ordered me to refine the Blood Longevity Pill for you, capable of extending the life of a General-stage cultivator; it is now refined, made using the fresh blood and soul of your son, Mo Ye Wu."

"Look, when will you come to collect it, so it can be given to some General-stage cultivator to extend their life?"

Jiang Ding flipped his hand, and a crimson spiritual pill appeared in his palm, brimming with blood light, refined from the blood and souls of many living beings, emitting a strong aura of temptation capable of extending the life of a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator.

The gaze of the Mo Ye King's statue grew even colder, threads of killing intent and resentment almost condensing into substance.

"Oh!"

Seeing this, Jiang Ding suddenly understood and exclaimed in shock: "You wanted this Blood Longevity Pill, did you not, just for this ant, Mo Ye Wu?"

"Then you should have said so earlier!"

"Oh dear, oh dear!"

Jiang Ding slapped his thigh, filled with regret: "You didn't say it sooner; I carelessly refined your son, your grandson, your granddaughter, your daughter, your nephew... I accidentally refined them all."

"There was no way; they kept calling me 'slave', kept calling me 'slave'."

"Of course, this counts for nothing; this King is very magnanimous and never holds grudges."

"The key is that they actually defied the will of the Emperor's Son; there was no way then; I was merely forced into a situation and fought back defensively."

"This was not my wish!"

Jiang Ding said in frustration: "How about you give birth to another one?"

"Rest assured, I will definitely keep this Blood Longevity Pill for you, My Lord Mo Ye King; go ahead and give birth boldly."

Jiang Ding patted his chest, making a promise.

"You slave..."

A flush of red appeared on the projection statue of the Mo Ye King left in the Ancestral Hall; then, without any attack, it suddenly exploded into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.

Vaguely, Jiang Ding saw a red-haired old man in the distance vomiting blood incessantly, then vanishing.