Chapter 1026: The Blood River Flows Between the Flowering Vines

"Dong Xue He Wang! My Flame Slurry clan has already pledged loyalty to the Yanliu Imperial Son…"

"You servant, you have some nerve! We serve beneath the Yanliu Imperial Son…"

"You will die a horrible death!"

In the Flame Slurry clan, the last of the Horned Demon Imperial race within the Yellow Sand Minor World, a blood river reaching to the heavens emerged from the void, broke through their formations, and seeped into the entire clan.

All the clamour, the cursing, the roars, in the end vanished without a trace.

A moment later, one after another, smooth, polished single-horned white skeletons floated up within the blood river, blanketing a vast stretch, beyond the reach of any eye.

The supreme masters, the noble lords, once held in highest reverence by countless slave races in days past, were now lifeless things, impossible to tell apart.

"All beings are equal…"

"I have granted you this; be grateful to me…"

The Blood-Robed Daoist emerged from the blood river, murmuring to himself.

The blood river rolled back, and the entire Flame Slurry clan fell silent. The air was fresh and pleasant, without the slightest whiff of blood, extraordinarily clean.

The Cang Kong Imperial Son did not appear.

The people of this clan had never been his subordinates to begin with; having betrayed him once again, naturally he could not be expected to come to their rescue.

As for the Yanliu Imperial Son…

Although his attitude had always been unyielding, and he would scold at the slightest provocation, at this moment he might not dare to appear before the half-mad Dong Xue He Wang and, in the manner of a master, look down from above to rebuke him.

After the last of the Flame Slurry clan was annihilated.

Dong Xue He Wang calmed down a little.

He looked out over the entire Yellow Sand Minor World, and seemed to see that the whole world had grown much more at ease. Something that had been oppressing the living beings of this world for hundreds of thousands of years had, at this very moment, abruptly vanished.

The Horned Demon Imperial race had, for the most part, already lost its rule over this world.

If this could be sustained, sustained for tens of thousands of years, the Yellow Sand Minor World might well give rise to various demon-race immortal civilizations, various human-race immortal civilizations, no longer feeding a single race on the blood and tears of ten thousand races.

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept in all directions.

Upon discovering they had lost their masters, many of the slave races were panic-stricken and uneasy, and great chaos broke out.

At the same time, even more of the slave races were wild with joy.

"Not bad."

"Quite a bit of good done…"

A great deal of comfort welled up in Jiang Ding's heart.

He turned and left, without giving the humans among the ten thousand races any extra care; doing so would bring disaster upon them.

So long as the final victory was won, everything would be all right.

Even the most brutal order of the human-race Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong was a hundred times better than the order of the Horned Demon Imperial race. So long as the final victory was won, every sacrifice was worth it.

"The foundation of the Imperial realm,"

"still requires more fresh blood…"

Dong Xue He Wang murmured.

He departed the Yellow Sand Minor World through a teleportation array secretly hidden by the Flame Stone clan, continuing to seek out what he needed. His true body and his myriad avatars, in one place after another, raised Blood Demon calamities that made countless Horned Demon Imperial race people tremble in fear, and wherever they passed, white bones filled the wilds.

Before anyone knew it, another dozen-plus years had passed.

Dong Xue He Wang had annihilated several more royal clans, slaughtered vast numbers of Horned Demon Imperial race people, and finally even expanded the scope of his slaughter to the ninth-rank slave races such as the Demon Rock race that had aided the tyrants. The blood river flooded tens of thousands of li, delivering the sinful beings within to the next life, and atoning to the countless slave-race souls who had died at his hands in the past.

As soon as the Cang Kong Imperial Son appeared, he immediately fled.

These Horned Demon Imperial race royals, considered individually, were far weaker than he was, and simply could not match his pace—no matter how they set ambushes in advance, no matter what clan treasures they brought to bear.

Dong Xue He Wang ranged across many Minor Worlds, shattering the Cang Kong Imperial Son's rule into utter disarray.

However, in the end, his slaughter gradually slowed.

Because the Horned Demon Imperial race royals, without exception, chose to keep their clansmen by their side, or seal them away in unknown places, no longer stubbornly holding their clans. Often, not a single true Horned Demon Imperial race person could be found in an entire Minor Thousand World.

For this reason, Dong Xue He Wang had no choice but to extend his slaughter to the eighth-rank and seventh-rank slave races—these too were beneficiaries under the Horned Demon Imperial race's order, tasked with assisting in the oppression of the vast human race and the many slave races. They would slaughter entire local races at the slightest provocation, burying the corpses in the earth to nourish the spiritual veins of the mines.

Now, judgment had arrived.

Many Minor Thousand Worlds were shrouded in fresh blood.

In the end, even the riots and clashes among the myriad slave races themselves subsided, as they stared in terror at that blood river spanning heaven and earth, swallowing countless living beings.

Within that blood river in the sky, Dong Xue He Wang's expression began to grow savage and twisted, his face filled with madness and fury.

Before him, a longsword as red as blood-jade, crystalline and translucent. Billions of arm-thick blood dragons surged into the flying sword, to be swallowed by it. From time to time, faces surfaced on the blade—Horned Demon Imperial race people, Demon Rock race people, Xuanhu race people, Mountain Rock race people… faces of the many seventh-rank, eighth-rank, and ninth-rank slave races appeared and vanished, constantly roaring, raging, howling with venomous grief, struggling to break free of the flying sword, only to be dragged back by force, stuffed inside the blade, and subjected to the grinding of the billions of blood-river sword qi within.

Clearly, after ranging across the worlds, slaughtering beyond count, and swallowing countless living beings, even Dong Xue He Wang had now reached the brink of qi deviation, no longer able to control himself.

This is the fate of demonic-path cultivators; it would be no surprise if he self-detonated the very next moment.

"Hehe!"

"The Imperial realm…"

Dong Xue He Wang chuckled softly. In his eyes, blood-light swirled like a vortex, and could no longer be restrained.

At this moment, his heart

was filled with the manic urge to slaughter. An instinctive voice within kept urging him on, telling him that the sixth-rank slave races also bore original sin and ought to be cleansed in a sweep—only then would the world become cleaner, and justice arrive all the faster.

"That is wrong, demonic thought."

"The sixth-rank slave races are already those who are oppressed more than they oppress others; the slaughter cannot be expanded any further. The Horned Demon Imperial race would never allow so many slave races to share in the spoils."

"Yes,"

"you cannot fool me."

Dong Xue He Wang chuckled softly: "The guilty cannot be expanded without limit; this is a matter of principle."

"As I am now, I have already reached my limit; I can absorb no more fresh blood, or else I will self-detonate and die on the spot."

"Now I need time to wear it down and refine it—at least a thousand years to settle, to wear down, to refine."

"Or..."

Jiang Ding looked at the sky: "Bring more enemies. Let me break through amidst life and death, slay the demonic thought, reshape my foundation, and finally ascend to the Great Emperor."

"Cang Kong..."

The voice gradually grew faint.

In Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, a blood river spanning thousands of miles flowed thunderously across the sky, moving from east to west with the rising sun and setting moon, changing with the celestial phenomena, becoming part of the natural order.

At the very beginning, the life aura of this blood river was vast and chaotic, as if billions of lives were crudely fused together; every thump of the heart sounded like the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens murmuring, with countless living beings whispering.

As time passed, the sound of the heartbeat gradually grew faint.

The aura of the blood river also gradually weakened.

In the end, this blood river held no trace of life's aura; it fell into deep slumber, becoming part of the natural world, turning in accordance with the movement of heaven and earth.

The myriad races of living beings born in Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie thereafter gradually grew accustomed to the blood river's presence in the sky.