Chapter 885: Establishing a United Front of the Human Race

The foremost demonic cultivator of the Northern Plains, the renowned Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo, along with eleven Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Northern Plains demonic path, and hundreds of thousands of Jin Dan, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Condensation disciples.

Together, they knelt three times and bowed nine times before a youth in green robes, performed the grandest salute, called themselves lowly and base, and vowed to face boiling water and blazing fire for him without hesitation.

Such reverence, such humility.

A roar like a mountain call and a tsunami-like tide of synchronized prostrations and praises, their loyalty boundless.

Han Lin took a deep breath.

He considered himself a person with a firm Dao heart; from being the son of a herb-gatherer in the Seven Mysteries Sect of the mortal Yue Kingdom to reaching this day, holding the rank of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, he had always held such glory, wealth, and beauty, as well as so-called power and authority, in contempt, viewing them merely as passing clouds.

Yet at this moment, the leader of the Northern Plains demonic path, the entire sect, including dozens of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators bowed their heads; such a spectacle made him intoxicated and immersed in an instant, his heart churning like a storm-tossed sea.

Silence reigned.

There was no response, so no Liu Dao Sect cultivator dared speak again; hundreds of thousands of people were as silent as crows.

Time passed unknowingly.

"You twelve, release your divine souls."

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment and said calmly.

He was not infected by this overwhelming power, nor did he feel the heroic ambition to rule the world; nor did he show disgust, hatred, or the smug satisfaction of a great victory.

Many Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled.

Release the divine soul.

To release the divine soul, to allow soul-searching, to let an enemy grasp one's most hidden thoughts, to let the opponent impose divine soul prohibitions, placing life and death in the other's single thought.

To be a slave or a servant is insufficient to describe such immense humiliation.

In the Cultivation World,

this is a thing more terrifying than defeat!

Many cultivators would rather self-detonate than release their divine souls and allow enemies to search them.

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, this..."

Someone hesitated.

Bang!

The speaker, named Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun, was of the late Nascent Soul realm.

He was the father of the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son, Yin Dao, and the son of Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo; his status within the sect was extremely high. Often, when Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo was in seclusion, he exercised the authority of the Sect Master, frequently discussing profound truths with Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Dari Sect, deliberating on the grand situation of the Northern Plains, and enjoying great reputation in the North.

He spoke three words.

Then,

his head exploded.

A cloud of blood mist scattered; the headless corpse collapsed with a thud, twitched for a moment, and could not move a single inch thereafter.

At the neck, vast amounts of blood flowed out, forming a pool of smooth, mirror-like crimson that soaked a large area of earth.

No flying sword, no fluctuation of magic power, no fluctuation of divine sense.

The head of Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun, a late Nascent Soul cultivator, suddenly exploded.

Blood mist scattered, naturally.

It was as if this were an event that naturally ought to occur, like a law of nature, impossible to stop even a fraction.

All Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled in unison.

"... Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun,"

"We humbly obey, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's order!"

Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo spoke with a dry voice and sent a hidden telepathic message to his grandson, the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son Yin Dao, whose father had just died.

"We humbly obey,"

the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son Yin Dao fell silent for a moment, "Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's order."

He released his divine soul.

He released the divine soul, the most important aspect among cultivators, allowing others to search his soul, examine it, even impose life-or-death prohibitions, and let others alter his memories and so on.

"We humbly obey Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's order..."

"We humbly obey..."

The remaining Liu Dao Sect Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun bowed one by one, released their divine souls, utterly respectful, utterly humble.

Jiang Ding's expression was blank.

His divine sense unfolded, surging into the divine souls and Nascent Souls of all Liu Dao Sect Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, examining their pasts, their cultivation techniques, and various matters within the Northern Plains families, especially things related to the Jin Zhi Causality Technique.

And so on, down to the smallest detail.

With his current Soul Transformation-level divine soul computational power, these were not particularly difficult tasks.

After a quarter of an hour, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"State my rules."

"Some will die, some will live."

Jiang Ding withdrew his divine sense and said calmly: "You, according to my Master Tushan Law, should all die. This is beyond doubt; your strength, talent, and aptitude are insufficient to offset the Master Tushan Law."

"Only factors beyond Soul Transformation could possibly change this."

He casually pointed out, treating Nascent Soul cultivators like pigs and dogs, deciding life and death with a single word.

The surrounding Liu Dao Sect Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled uncontrollably, but not a single person dared to speak, let alone dare to retaliate in anger or fight to the death.

"Now, it is different."

"The demon beasts have invaded. I hold deep feelings for the hundreds of millions of mortals of the Northern Plains and do not wish them to suffer more pain; therefore, I will establish a United Front of the Human Race to jointly resist the demon beasts until all man-eating demon beasts are executed and given the punishment they deserve; only then will the war end."

"This is the reason I said some will survive."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Within this United Front, the Master Tushan Law remains the most fundamental bottom line and must not be violated."

"Apart from this, to unite the many cultivators, a new law will be added: for cultivators who have merit in slaying demons, they shall be united; their past sins, if not reaching the extreme of heaven's wrath and human outrage, will be temporarily pardoned."

"This 'temporary' period is set at one hundred years; during this time, sinful cultivators must slay a certain number of cultivators of their own realm and lower realms."

"Otherwise, after one hundred years, they will enter the list of those never to be pardoned."

"Thus, do you understand?"

Upon these words, some were overjoyed, while others turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling like chaff in the wind.

Among the trembling crowd was the number one demonic cultivator, Elder Bo Ming.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun,"

"Blood Blade Master Dinghai Zhenjun,"

"Poison Cloud Master Dinghai Zhenjun..."

Jiang Ding casually named seven Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Liu Dao Sect and said indifferently, "I have seen your memories. Within a hundred years, you have not slayed a single Demon Lord or a hundred Demon Kings, nor have you ever objectively done anything great beneficial to the human race."

"Therefore, you cannot be pardoned."

"You will die."

"I, Tushan, have cultivated the Dao all my life and value promises. Since I let you release your divine souls, I will certainly not take advantage to strike secretly, impose divine soul restrictions, or ambush you; I am merely checking."

"Now..."

Jiang Ding looked at them.

"So, make your move and fight for your lives, because after one breath, I will slay you all."

"Perhaps there is a chance."

"Perhaps I suffered heavy injuries in the struggle with Ten Thousand Spiders?"

"A chance?"

Elder Bo Ming's face turned ghastly.

The six other Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Liu Dao Sect around him likewise showed expressions of despair.

Clang!

Jiang Ding would not wait; he drew his sword with extreme politeness, producing a clear and pleasant sound of sword resonance.

"Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, spare our lives!"

"We can slay demons, we can also..."

The six Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun trembled, begging with quivering voices.

"Kill!"

Elder Bo Ming made a decision completely opposite to theirs.

In an instant, he burned his vital blood and magic power, turning his body into scattered ashes, leaving no room for retreat.

All his magic power and vital blood surged into his six fingers; these were his body, the Ben Ming Fa treasure he had refined all his life, his lifelong glory, and even his Dao title.

At this moment, everything sublimated, forming six chaotic black holes, with golden thread runes secretly hidden within.

"Kill!"

"Six Meridians Heaven-Slaying Finger!"

Elder Bo Ming roared wildly as the last fragment of his flesh turned to ash, utterly resolute.

The six chaotic black holes descended upon the youth in blue robes, gloomy and eerie, emitting boundless attraction; their power even surpassed the peak of Nascent Soul, subtly breaking the limit and reaching another realm.

Black light obscured the vision.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, you are not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Clang!

The drawn sword slashed out.

The sword returned to its sheath.

The six chaotic black holes froze.

Simultaneously, spurred by Elder Bo Ming, five other Nascent Souls also summoned courage, used the life-forfeiting secret technique, and unleashed their treasures.

There remained one Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun who was disheartened, completely despairing, and motionless.

Whether resisting or not,

they all froze, solidifying together with their Ben Ming Fa treasures.

Boom!

In the next instant, all treasures shattered, all spells cracked, and the Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun and their bodies exploded into a mass of blood light; their divine souls were annihilated, leaving not a single bone behind.

(End of this chapter)

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