Chapter 401

The cultivators of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion who broke through from front and back suddenly saw their comrades ahead vanish in an instant, leaving them stunned like wooden chickens; their originally crystal-clear, tear-filled eyes turned red directly, their chests heaving violently as they tightly gripped their treasures in hand, gritting their teeth fiercely.

They never expected the cultivators of the Qingxu Sect to be so treacherous, having already laid heavy pitfalls at the escape exit, waiting for them to jump in.

Ahead stood a golden figure that shook heaven and earth, his right hand clasped behind his back, his left dragging a black sack; the black sack pulsed with dark light, mysterious runes coiling around it, and the remaining Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators felt their scalps tingle at just a glance.

"Will you enter yourselves, or shall I personally send you in?"

The Golden Peng King's voice echoed in the air, as if a deity stood before him, radiating unparalleled aura; all cultivators attempting a forceful breakthrough were shattered into minced flesh by the golden rain of light, bang bang, flying flesh and blood.

In an instant, many cultivators of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion became wandering souls beneath the Golden Peng King's feather swords.

The surviving cultivators of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion began to lose their composure.

Around them, figures in black attire appeared—these were the cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance, now staring at them with greedy faces, making them feel like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Golden Peng King.

If Xiao Ruo of the Xiao clan does not enter the human seed bag, hand him over to us.

Just one of them can be exchanged for a great deal of heavenly essence in the Qingxu Sect; these brothers in the alliance have long been impatiently waiting."

Zhao Jianhua of the Mist Hidden Alliance spoke with a teasing tone.

Behind him, the cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance all drew their treasures, faces lit with excitement and eagerness, as if about to swarm forward—whoever grabs it gets it.

This terrified the surviving cultivators of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to the core; they never imagined they would one day become prey to a major power in Huanyu.

The Golden Peng King, the Myriad Soul Banner Grand Formation, and the Mist Hidden Alliance cultivators formed a three-in-one layered blockade—so tight not even a mosquito could fly through; wanting to escape was nothing short of foolish daydreaming.

"Surrender, surrender

Peng King, we will enter ourselves."

Finally, some of the surviving Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators could bear it no longer; the Golden Peng King blocked the exit, dense golden sword rain sealing the entire space, swish swish swish turning their fellow sect members who tried to break through into sieves, the heavy cost paid making all cultivators dare not act rashly.

"Damn it!

Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators only stand to live, not cower to survive."

At that moment, a cultivator from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion suddenly burst from within the sealed space, erupting with sky-reaching gangqi, as a massive mountain suddenly crashed toward their kneeling, pleading fellow sect members.

Seeing this, the Golden Peng King let out a cold snort.

He extended a hand, casually reaching into the air; a resounding Peng cry accompanied it as the huge palm condensed the surrounding spiritual power storm into golden eagle claws, crushing the giant mountain, seizing the neck of the resisting cultivator, and lifting him straight up into the air.

Boom

The cultivator's soul body exploded, turning into a bloody red mist blown apart by the wind, falling onto the faces of all Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators.

Bang, bang, bang

"We surrender, we are willing to enter"

The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators could finally bear no more psychological pressure; the strong smell of blood on their faces directly reminded them of the consequence of rebellion, all turning ashen-faced.

As the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators knelt in midair, the entire sky quickly fell silent.

The remaining cultivators of the Slaughter Ghost Sect headquarters in Huanyu saw this, their eyes gleaming with侥幸; the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect had sent tens of thousands of disciples to support the Primordial Spiritual Realm, but now only three thousand disciples remained.

"Senior Brother Wang Mei returns to the main sect; please also speak well of Elder Zhou Yuan to him.

Afterwards, Senior Brother Wang Mei will surely have endless benefits."

Among the cultivators sent by the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect to support, a plump cultivator approached Wang Mei and said.

He cheerfully handed a gray storage bag to Wang Mei's waist, not forgetting to pat it as a signal.

"Haha.

In this victory of the Qingxu Sect, fellow Daoists have made indispensable contributions.

Please enter the Qingxu Sect to drink tea; I have specially ordered people to prepare great gifts for you all."

Li Shixiong shouted from within the Qingxu Sect, rushing out in black attire and approaching.

Upon hearing this, all remaining cultivators of the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect felt delighted, never expecting Li Shixiong to be so capable, even preparing gifts for them.

Many among them had participated in supporting other sects and powers, now looking at Li Shixiong with gratitude in their eyes.

In the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect, the weak are prey to the strong; everything is respected by strength; even with treasures, without strength, one cannot guard.

As for the sect's high派 sending them to support, if they die, they vanish without trace; if they live, they merely complete the sect's task.

The high层 of the Slaughter Ghost Sect once said, that is their duty to fulfill; they are treated as sect puppets—used when needed, discarded when done.

Li Shixiong was arranged to be the overseer of the Primordial Spiritual Realm of the Slaughter Ghost Sect; never expecting that after the war ended, he would still think of them, with gifts already prepared.

Moreover, Li Shixiong treated them with utmost courtesy, instantly closing the distance between their hearts.

"Haha, thank you, Overseer Li Shixiong."

Cultivators in the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect expressed thanks to Li Shixiong.

They believed the other was thoughtful and meticulous; entering the Primordial Spiritual Realm for trials would inevitably bring contact, and maintaining good relations with Li Shixiong would add a layer of safety for themselves in the Primordial Spiritual Realm.

"Please, come in."

Upon hearing this, Li Shixiong smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation.

All Huanyu cultivators seeing this straightened up and walked toward the direction of the Qingxu Sect, also wanting to take the opportunity to clean up.

Having fought to this extent, many cultivators were soaked in blood and sweat, their soul bodies appearing muddy and turbid.

However.

Just as the last cultivator of the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect stepped twenty zhang away from Li Shixiong, the entire space suddenly darkened; all cultivators of the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect changed expression.

They saw ripples surging in the black void above, countless mysterious runes bursting forth, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Their bodies were torn by a strange force toward the huge black void above, attempting to suck all cultivators of the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect into it.

"Li Shixiong, are you mad?"

Among the cultivators of the Huanyu headquarters of the Slaughter Ghost Sect, someone noticed the severity of the problem; upon seeing Li Shixiong's black human seed bag, their faces filled with endless anger.

That black bag had been seen before—it was the one the Golden Peng King used to收走 all treasures of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion cultivators; never expecting Li Shixiong to also have one in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Li Shixiong's lips curled into a cold smile.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner has already sealed off the space; even divine sense cannot penetrate it to spy on the secrets of this battlefield. Taking advantage of the greatly lowered guard of the Huanyu Shaogui Sect headquarters cultivators, this is the perfect moment to strike and subdue them.

He was quite alert, and only after distancing himself from the Huanyu Shaogui Sect headquarters cultivators did he act with thunderous means.

"This seat said I would bestow upon you all a great gift.

Now there is an excellent secret realm; I invite you all to explore it."

Li Shixiong's words rang out in the air.

The secret realm he referred to is the Great Mercy Stronghold; the several thousand Huanyu headquarters Shaogui Sect cultivators are naturally to be presented to Qin Shi Huang, to have their souls and spirits cleansed—that is what true like-minded friends do.

"Li Shixiong, you despicable villain.

The Sect Leader will certainly not let you off.

Fellow Daoists, follow this seat to break out of the encirclement." Someone among the Huanyu Shaogui Sect headquarters cultivators shouted, but the cultivators whose hearts were moved had just begun to react when they realized the gravity of the situation.

The mysterious runes on the black bag's mouth actually suppressed their cultivation, causing their spiritual power to flow unevenly, making resistance utterly impossible.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Seeing the reaction of the cultivators within the range covered by the human pet bag, Li Shixiong curled his lips into a cold smile.

He had long suffered greatly from the human pet bag and knew its power firsthand; for anyone at the Earth Origin Realm whose soul and spirit are covered, they will be completely swallowed into the human pet bag.

At this moment, the Huanyu headquarters Shaogui Sect disciples covered by the human pet bag were rapidly shrinking in size, flying toward the center of the bag's opening.

Wang Mei stood nearby, her heart still trembling; she wanted to speak but swallowed her words back down.

"Wang Mei Daoist, rest assured.

These Shaogui Sect headquarters cultivators face no danger to their lives.

His Majesty the First Emperor said he would treat them well.

Otherwise, if sent back unchanged and they speak nonsense, it will surely bring disaster."

Li Shixiong saw Wang Mei's expression shifting between cloudy and clear, and explained as such.

As for the Huanyu Shaogui Sect headquarters cultivators, Qin Shi Huang had long since decided they would be gradually consumed as key pawns in consuming the Huanyu Shaogui Sect headquarters.

On the battlefield, Zhao Zhenhua and Wu Zhenghao led the Mystic Hidden Alliance cultivators away, while Leize, Zitian, Long Zhantian, Chumengji, and Feng Yuxiang gradually appeared within the Shangqing Conference Hall.

The Golden Peng King, Tiger King, Professor Zhouyi, and Daoist Qingwei had long been waiting for them.

Long Zhantian and the other Huanyu cultivators are benefactors of the Earth cultivators; as the Huanyu Orthodox Alliance attacked the Shangqing Sect, they sent the heads of their respective sects to Earth, where those leaders are now receiving salvation under the abbot of Xiguangsi.

"Fellow Daoists, may I ask how our sect leaders are faring?"

Long Zhantian and Leize exchanged glances, took two deep breaths, and Long Zhantian gathered courage to ask tentatively.

"Rest assured, His Majesty the First Emperor is not heartless and unrighteous.

Since you have joined our side, everything will be considered from your perspective.

The heads of the four great sects have done you life-saving favors; His Majesty favors cultivators who are emotional and righteous.

After they meet the abbots of Xiguangsi, they will return with you to your sects' ancestral grounds."

Professor Zhouyi chuckled.

The heads of Fenglei Pavilion, Fuyang Sect, Bibo Palace, and Tianlongmen are high-level managers of Huanyu superpowers; such people possess great value, and killing them is less beneficial than using them.

Earth cultivators possess the method to control life souls, and also have Xiguangsi's salvation method—double insurance for controlling Huanyu cultivators.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists."

Long Zhantian and the others slowly exhaled in relief.

Professor Zhouyi, seeing this, reached out his hand behind him.

Four maidens in embroidered robes each held a tray, slowly approaching Long Zhantian and the others; on the jade tray lay a golden box, within which a storage ring flashed with brilliant light.

"After the great war, rewards according to merit.

The Demonic Master has received the First Emperor's favor, deeply acknowledging your achievements.

Following Zhou Tian's power to enact creation, I will strive to open up the future for you.

This is the Contemplation Method created by the Demonic Master, capable of helping your souls and spirits break free from the Ten Thousand Laws' shackles within the flesh.

As for how far you can go, it depends on your fortune."

Professor Zhouyi laughed heartily, staring at Long Zhantian and the others, who, upon hearing the news, had already become stiff and wooden in place—this expression pleased him greatly.

"Thank you, Demonic Master."

Long Zhantian, Leize, and the four others took the storage ring into their hands, swept their divine sense into it, and found an ancient map within.

In the ancient map, a hazy woman walks across a land littered with corpses, killing intent soaring to the heavens; the surrounding myriad ghosts weep, evil spirits wail, and with each step the woman takes, she sheds tears—only when she treads the path to the ends of heaven and earth, crosses Yin and Yang, and enters the vast netherworld.

The woman's eyes, long dried of tears, suddenly flashed with a brilliant light; she opened her mouth to pray to the heavens, and as a result, boundless golden light descended upon her, transforming into a vast Wheel of Reincarnation, engraved with the Six Paths symbols, sinking into the depths of the netherworld chaos.

The wandering souls and wild ghosts drifting everywhere suddenly felt a response, flocking in droves toward the netherworld; through the Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation, they began to be reborn, and thus a new world emerged within the vast netherworld.

Leize and the four others were utterly stunned; the entire image gave off an air of profound mystery upon profound mystery.

But once divine sense entered, it would be deeply drawn in, especially that Wheel of Reincarnation sunk deep into the netherworld, making their souls and spirits feel as if they were truly experiencing life and death.

Moreover, the hazy woman in the scroll, her aura piercing the heavens, actually transformed herself into the Six Paths Wheel of Reincarnation to suppress the entire netherworld—one thought opens the netherworld, one thought starts reincarnation, one thought brings forth all things—she exists like a Creator Lord.

Even though they have lived for thousands of years in the Huanyu Cultivation World, their flesh having reached the Ten Thousand Laws Realm to become true masters of their teachings, they have never heard of such a terrifying power; the woman in the painting cannot be described in words—she is simply beyond measure.

"This, is it truly for us?"

Long Zhantian voiced his disbelief.

This scroll contains infinite profundity, offering endless benefits for their soul cultivation; to say it breaks through cultivation barriers is no exaggeration.

He especially listened to Professor Zhouyi's words: this is said to be created by the Demonic Master, who attained what kind of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering realm—at the very least, an immeasurably supreme existence.

"Once a cultivator enters the Ten Thousand Laws Realm, they must transform their soul and spirit.

The Houtu Reincarnation Contemplation Diagram holds supreme secrets for the transformation of soul and spirit.

This diagram was personally created by the Demonic Master, naturally prepared for you all."

A sharp gleam flashed in the Tiger King's eyes as he spoke with overwhelming dignity.

"Thank you, Demon Master, thank you, fellow Daoists."

Long Zhantian and the four others heard this and fell to their knees with a thud, all of them emotionally expressing their gratitude, sincerely convinced and pleased with the Demon Master of the rumors.

In the Universe Cultivation World, defying heaven and contending for supremacy, the Demon Master possessing such ability would certainly be no weaker than the woman depicted on the ancient chart, and perhaps even stronger; moreover, they had considered that the woman in the ancient chart might very well be the true Demon Master.

That woman's boundless compassion, willing to sacrifice herself, seeking a resting place for the countless wandering souls and wild ghosts drifting between heaven and earth, sending them to rebirth in reincarnation, is the mother of all beings, the foundation where the nurturing of all beings' roots lies.

Today they have received the cultivation method personally bestowed by the Demon Master; the Demon Master has thus thoroughly affirmed them.

Just thinking that henceforth they could act under such a level of super colossus, they felt an incomparable sense of honor.

"As long as you devote yourselves wholeheartedly, one day the Demon Master will reign.

You too may achieve longevity."

At this moment, Zhang Berdu walked in from outside, speaking with certainty.

This sentence immediately stirred great waves in the minds of Long Zhantian and the others; the two words "longevity" were too heavy, and even until today, among the ten great sects of the Universe Cultivation World, no ancestral founder of longevity had appeared.

Countless powerful beings, despite their extraordinary talents, were buried in the long river of history; they themselves had also sought longevity, yet they were merely dreaming.