Chapter 1025: I Am the Righteous Path!

The Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong is about to have a Void Refinement cultivator!

In an unknown place within the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie, Jiang Ding's true body showed a flash of vivid emotion.

"So many powerful backers, strengthened once again!"

"This Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun can once more begin a perfectly ordinary, laid-back, blissful life."

"From now on, if there's anything I don't know, I'll just ask the elders."

"If there's anything I don't have, I'll just ask the elders for it."

"Good days… today is a good day… good days…"

Jiang Ding's true body hummed a tune as it sank back into deep slumber, executing the highest-grade covert operation plan.

……

In the vast, deathly silent starry sky.

Dong Xue He Wang spent over ten years comprehending the complete Dao Xin Zhong Mo Nu Jing, gaining quite a bit from it; the magic power within his body was greatly refined, and his foundation was partially replenished.

The Blood River Sword's aura also increased substantially, stepping up a level in toughness, sharpness, and affinity with magic power.

As the price, the blood dragons transformed from the vital essence, energy, and spirit of kings like Mo Ye Wang and Sha Yi Wang were completely consumed, with not the slightest remainder.

When he cultivated, there were no longer the many venomous, clamorous roars; everything had turned to ash and vanished.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Blood Dao.

Using living beings as nourishment, the more one kills, the stronger one becomes; as long as one can withstand the assault of inner demons, the increase in strength seems to have no end.

"Everything that could be used has been exhausted."

Jiang Ding glanced at his storage bag — a single ghastly-white rib bone.

Among them, the storage horns seized from Mo Ye Wang, Sha Yi Wang, and others had all been opened; each king carried around thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones on his person, which was decent, after all it was only what they carried on them.

Ten kings, that added up to three hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones!

Added to what had been seized earlier from the Mo Ye clan, on this single item alone, Dong Xue He Wang's total wealth reached the terrifying figure of five hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones, almost matching the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's fiscal revenue for several years.

Of these five hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones, only about one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones could be used by the Blood Dao, and all of them had been consumed.

There was no helping it; human race cultivators couldn't use just anything — they absolutely needed powerful artifact-forging industries, pill-refining industries, and smelting industries as support, otherwise much of the wealth was simply dead weight, taking up space just sitting there.

This was also the difference between Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cultivators and small-sect cultivators.

If the platform wasn't large enough, many things were simply useless — just piles of scrap iron, only good for drooling over.

"I need more."

"I need more blood of evil living beings…"

Jiang Ding stood up and looked inward at his own body.

Within his meridians and dantian, the slave seed had reached minor completion; while further pacifying Yan Liu Di Zi and Yan Shi Da Di, it had also rapidly

strengthened his foundation, magic power, and divine sense; the broken foundation formed during his years as a slave servant was being repaired.

This was the change brought by the Great Emperor's scripture!

At the same time, flaws had also arisen.

Any change, any nirvana and rebuilding of foundation, required the massive consumption of heavenly materials and earthly treasures!

This was a world where spirit and matter coexisted; neither could be lacking. There was no possibility of one-day enlightenment, sudden great awakening, and ascension to immortality — that was merely the wishful thinking of mortals seeking to ascend in a single step.

Even if a true immortal were reborn, they would still need energy!

Nothing could exist independently of matter.

Likewise, matter alone was not enough; without spirit and realm to drive it, sitting atop a mountain of treasures was utterly useless.

The nourishment of the Blood Dao was blood.

"Then,"

"Evil living beings — what are evil living beings?"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured, constructing his own Dao heart bit by bit; everyone must have their own firm Dao heart, righteous or evil: "So-called evil living beings are those who have once slaughtered the human race, or who take the human race as food."

"When these living beings possess great united-front value, they may be partially pardoned."

"When there is no pardon law in place, they may all be killed."

"Therefore, kill!"

Whoosh!

The Blood-Robed Daoist transformed into a streak of blood light, plunging straight toward the Yellow Sand Minor World beneath his feet.

……

Yellow Sand Minor World.

The kings under Cang Kong Di Zi's command had already left over these years, because in the past years there had been multiple warnings from several minor worlds that Dong Xue He Wang's true body had appeared and was slaughtering king clans.

No king dared to strike out alone, not even in groups of ten or twenty.

Cang Kong Di Zi traveled again and again through teleportation arrays, slaying one meter-tall Blood-Robed Daoists after another, clearing up chaos in various places, being mobilized back and forth, exhausting himself rushing about among the various Minor Thousand Worlds.

The results were quite limited.

They had slain many Blood-Robed Daoist avatars, and various places had temporarily stabilized, but after just a few more years, these Blood-Robed Daoists would once again emerge in endless numbers, bringing slaughter and stirring up a storm of blood.

They could not be killed to the last, cut off to the end.

In the end, within the many Minor Thousand Worlds occupied by Cang Kong Di Zi, no Horned Demon Imperial Race cultivators dared to venture out anymore; they all went to seek shelter with the king clans, gathering together in fear and unease.

The Horned Demon Imperial Race was a typical colonial-ruling species.

In each Minor Thousand World they had only several hundred thousand clansmen, serving as slave-race masters at every level and managing various regions; now that they had lost their rule, every region had become even more chaotic.

Slave uprisings, riots, slaughter — at every moment, in every Minor Thousand World, the entire Minor

Thousand Worlds' production had ground to a halt.

Every region had completely lost control; order no longer existed.

On this day, a blood-robed Daoist suddenly descended upon the royal family of the Yellow Sand Minor World — the Huangshi Family.

No pleasantries with old acquaintances — a streak of sword light descended!

In an instant, the sword light pierced through the formation; blood rained from the sky, a river of blood surged forth, drowning the entire Huangshi Family.

All cursing, clamor, shouting, and sounds of slaughter vanished in a heartbeat.

After several breaths, skeletons floated up from the depths of the blood river — each with a single horn sprouting from its skull, bones gleaming white, every trace of flesh gone, not a drop remaining.

Across the Huangshi Family's ancestral lands, a blood river that reached the heavens surged ceaselessly, swallowing everything.

No one knew how long it had been when the face of a blood-robed Daoist surfaced at the center of the blood river.

Around him, the blood river rolled backward, gathering toward this spot, gradually forming his body, his Daoist robe, his limbs — and a fresh-red longsword hovering in the air.

The entire Huangshi Family remained perfectly intact; not even a tile on the rooftops was damaged.

Only — every living being within had been turned into white bone.

"My foundation has recovered a little more."

"Very good."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

"But to recover to the limit recorded in the Emperor Scripture — the level of seventy percent of a Divine Emperor's foundation — it still isn't enough."

"Far from enough!"

"I still need more sinful living beings, more sinful living beings… This Sovereign acts on Heaven's behalf, and all under heaven shall flourish…"

"…With me in the world, what a blessing…"

The blood-robed Daoist gathered up the entire blood river, transforming into a streak of blood-light as he flew toward the last remaining royal family of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan in the Yellow Sand Minor World.

It seemed the king of this family had already pledged allegiance to the Flame Flow Divine Emperor's Son?

It doesn't matter.

Who cares.

They didn't pledge themselves to me, nor were they accepted by me. Since they weren't accepted, they are sinful living beings, and should be subjected to Heaven's judgment.

This is justice.

This is the righteous path.

Whoever blocks the way is a fiend, and should be put to death.