Chapter 1337: Please Call Me the Light of the Righteous Path of the Cultivation World

Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, everything as before.

Only, no one knew when it had started,

the three Void Refinement cultivators—Blood Ghost, Blood Bone, and the others—no longer left their quarters, no longer cultivated, and spent every day standing in a daze, staring blankly; only when disciples occasionally came to pay respects would they suddenly snap awake and return to normal.

They received disciples and subordinates normally; before outsiders, everything was perfectly normal.

But when alone, they were completely in this idiotic, vacant state, entirely unaware of it themselves.

Eerie yet utterly normal—enough to make one's hair stand on end.

This stillness and eeriness had persisted for over a decade.

On this day, a streak of escape-light, thin as blood-mist, formless and invisible, flew in from outside; nearing the mountain gate, it revealed a woman of incomparably gorgeous beauty, her features as lovely as a painting.

This person was none other than the renowned Void Refinement cultivator of the Thunder Flame Domain, True Venerable Blood Tide.

"Senior Brother Blood Lake, why the sudden urgent summons?"

"Could it be that he plans to violate the Tribute Envoy's prohibition the moment he leaves, and attack the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect? Or is there some other reason…"

True Venerable Blood Tide furrowed her brow, vigilance rising in her heart.

Among demonic sects, between senior and junior brothers, things were never so harmonious, loving, and mutually supportive; even tens of thousands of years of acquaintance could not accumulate any deep affection.

All demonic cultivators knew clearly—when the need arose, their own senior or junior brothers would devour them, use them to refine magic treasures, without the slightest hesitation.

True Venerable Blood Tide was minded to leave.

However, Blood Lake Old Ancestor, who was nearly invincible within the Thunder Flame Domain, was likewise not easy to deal with; once she offended him, yet could not be taken in by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, she would fall into extreme danger.

If she could not escape the Thunder Flame Domain, she might even die.

"It shouldn't come to that."

"I'm overthinking it…"

True Venerable Blood Tide tried sending messages to the other few Void Refinement cultivators in the sect, asking about the situation within their own sects.

When it came to facing Blood Lake Old Ancestor, these senior and junior brothers should be trustworthy; there existed a tacit alliance among them, and they wouldn't have been completely bought off by Blood Lake.

"Nothing's going on."

That was True Venerable Blood Ghost's reply.

"Junior Sister is worrying too much. It is indeed as you thought—Blood Lake wishes to launch a war of annihilation against the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, right after the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Tribute Envoy left his warning behind."

"Sigh, whether that's fortune or misfortune…"

True Venerable Blood Bone, burly in build, masculine and handsome, replied at this, his gaze filled with tender affection, as if he loved only the one before him—even though within his sect he had hundreds of thousands of female cultivators as furnace cauldrons.

"Why doesn't Senior Sister try to talk Senior Brother Blood Lake out of it…"

Another Void Refinement True Venerable replied.

The three replies came one after another, their tones either

displeased, or unconcerned, or worried—each different, perfectly matching their established personalities.

"So that's how it is,"

"Senior Brother Blood Lake really is too impatient—why not wait another eight hundred years?"

True Venerable Blood Tide patted her own towering chest, trembling slightly, and finally set her heart at ease; slowly walking toward the sect, she revealed a smile: "Three senior and junior brothers, you all…"

"Screech!"

Suddenly!

She bit through her tongue, ignited her essence blood, ignited her divine soul, transformed into a formless blood-mist, and drove a cloud-miasma magic treasure in a frantic escape backward; going all out, her speed even surpassed that of a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator.

She fled madly into the distance, burning everything.

Everything happened with extreme abruptness.

A streak of violent escape-light vanished into the distance, gone without a trace.

Outside Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, all fell quiet for the moment.

Wind blew gently, blood-waves churned, and in the sky the dark clouds formed by billions of vengeful ghosts wailed without cease—a harmonious, beautiful scene worthy of a demonic sect.

After several breaths,

a gorgeously alluring woman flew in from the horizon, tears on her face.

"Blood Bone, Blood Ghost, Senior Brother Blood Lake, and the sect's ancestral patriarch inheritance…"

She held back her falling tears, her voice choked, boundless sorrow.

She raised her head.

Before her,

the familiar gate of Blood Lake Corpse Mountain came into view.

"This place is…"

True Venerable Blood Tide was as if struck by lightning.

Her body swayed unsteadily, nearly falling from the sky; she lacked the firm Dao-heart a Void Refinement True Venerable should possess—of Taishan crumbling before one yet remaining unmoved in countenance.

Her face was deathly pale, without a trace of color; her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with despair.

No one knew how long passed.

"Why?"

"Where was the flaw?"

A youth in blue robes appeared before True Venerable Blood Tide.

His features were handsome and youthful, a boyish fifteen or sixteen years of age; his hand rested on the hilt of a dark-colored long sword in its scabbard at his waist, and he said in puzzlement: "Blood Bone, Blood Ghost—was there anything wrong with their words?"

"That shouldn't be."

"I pulled those lines entirely from their memory database. In the past tens of thousands of years, similar incidents have occurred countless times—perfectly normal."

"Or could it be that the structure of the Mortal Dao Sword Art has a problem?"

He fell into deep self-doubt.

"Evil ghost!"

"Dwarf! Demon!"

"You dog bastard won't die a good death!"

True Venerable Blood Tide's hair hung loose, cursing like a mad woman: "Blood Lake Bone Mountain is a subordinate of the Immortal Qi Sect; the destruction here will surely draw the Immortal Qi Sect's attention. You will die without a burial place, you will die after endless torment…"

"You damned dog bastard! Evil thief!"

She seemed to have some premonition, cursing with venomous hatred.

"Are you calling me an evil thief?"

"Evil ghost?"

Jiang Ding frowned, disliking such an address: "I am a member of the righteous path!"

"And you, Daoist Friend Blood Tide, you have a fondness for cut-sleeves, your greatest pleasure being to abduct women and fall into lust with them, dying in ecstasy. Every time, tens of thousands of female cultivators share your bed; over tens of thousands of years, who knows how many beauties have become white bones beneath your sheets, their vengeful souls lingering."

"Not to mention, the Gong Fa foundation of your Blood Lake Bone Mountain is built upon the slaughter of billions of human lives, your hands drenched in blood."

"Therefore, Daoist Friend Blood Tide, you should not call me an evil ghost or evil thief."

"You should call me the Light of the Righteous Path."

Jiang Ding suggested.

Clang!

He slowly drew his sword.

A world of resplendent, brilliant sword Dao descended!

Six auras—Destruction, Law Prohibition, Law Annihilation, Primordial Magnetism, and others—filled the space between heaven and earth, naturally possessing the effect of crushing and annihilating other cultivators' world-rule domains.

The world-rule domain of seething blood mist sizzled within the blazing, radiant domain, wailing and screaming without end, blue smoke rising straight up, as the blood-Dao rules crumbled to dust.

The blood-mist roiling domain of world rules hissed and crackled within the blazing domain of light, wailing and shrieking without end, blue smoke pouring straight up, as the rules of the Blood Dao crumbled to dust.

"Demon! You won't die a good death!"

True Venerable Blood Tide roared with venomous hatred.

"Indeed,"

"all evil cultivators refuse to admit their guilt; therefore the world needs this sovereign, all living beings of heaven and earth need this sovereign."

"All cultivators of evil will never confess their sins, so the world therefore needs this Sovereign, and all living beings of heaven and earth need this Sovereign."

Boom!

In the sky, amid endless collapse and endless destructive will, the materialist sun crashed down with a thunderous roar, shattering all blood-Dao rules along its path, breaking space, evaporating every domain of blood mist, and smashing through thousands of shuttle-shaped magic treasures.

The sun slammed into True Venerable Blood Tide's body; endless blazing radiance and endless destructive force erupted, drowning everything.

A moment later, a body resembling charred coal staggered backward and fell.

A moment later, a body like a charred husk staggered backward and fell.