Chapter 185: Vision of the Sect's Annihilation

The stalemate was temporary.

Wang Shan knew very well that he was clinging to a loose stone on the edge of a cliff by his fingernails, and could fall at any moment.

That so-called "Progenitor of Ten Thousand Beasts," that colossal aggregate of will, had taken a nip from a tiny insect like him and briefly recoiled, yet the mountain-collapsing, tsunami-like pressure did not diminish in the slightest — instead, like a compressed spring, it was brewing an even more deadly counterattack.

"Can't stop!"

Wang Shan's soul let out a silent roar.

Like a tireless madman, he kept driving the vortex of the Ten Thousand Beasts Reversal, tearing at the edges of that aggregate of will. Every tear was like flaying a strip of living flesh from his own soul, but immediately following it came the slight yet infinitely precious strengthening brought by devouring that "scrap of flesh."

Just as he swallowed another fragment of memory, the scene before his eyes abruptly changed.

No longer the abstract notion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but scene after scene, excessively vivid, searing into his consciousness like branding irons.

……

This was a sect of unimaginable grandeur.

Countless spirit peaks floated above a sea of clouds, immortal cranes cried out, and spirit waterfalls cascaded down. In the plaza, thousands upon thousands of disciples sat cross-legged, and beside every single one of them, without exception, crouched a powerful demonic beast.

Some disciples pressed their hands atop the heads of their demonic beasts, murmuring incantations, and the auras of human and beast were actually slowly merging.

This was the daily life of the Beast Taming Sect.

Wang Shan drifted through this scene like a transparent ghost. He could feel the fanatical thirst for power radiating from these disciples.

The scene suddenly shifted!

In a dim secret chamber, a man who looked like an Elder had blood-red eyes. His chest had been split open, and a beating demonic beast's heart covered in strange patterns was being forced into his own chest cavity with Spiritual Power!

"Power! Greater power! The union of man and beast is the ultimate path of beast taming!"

The man roared hoarsely, every blood vessel in his body bulging like earthworms, and fine cyan scales began to grow on his skin.

Wang Shan's heart sank.

Was this not the Ten Thousand Beasts Devour Their Master? Fusing the origin essence of a demonic beast into one's own body in the crudest possible manner!

The scenes jumped again, faster and faster.

He saw the first disciple to successfully fuse, his strength soaring explosively, slaying a demonic beast king of the same realm with a single punch, prompting countless disciples to follow suit.

He saw the second, the third... the innumerable disciple, throwing themselves one after another into this mad gamble.

The entire sect, from top to bottom, was permeated by a morbid fanaticism.

Then, the nightmare began.

A Core disciple of extraordinary talent, during one cultivation session, suddenly lost control of his body and began to swell. After a scream so shrill it no longer sounded human, he completely transformed into a half-human, half-lizard monster and tore apart his Dao companion beside him, recognizing no one.

Panic spread like a plague.

Immediately after, one disciple after another who had cultivated the forbidden art began to develop problems.

Some, in their sleep, had their consciousness entirely devoured by the beastly nature within them, and upon waking, had already become beasts that knew only slaughter.

Some, while sparring with others, lost control of their Spiritual Power, mutated on the spot, and blew both their opponent and themselves into a mist of blood.

The once-sacred land of immortals, in the blink of an eye, became an Asura's hell.

Fellow disciples slaughtered one another; masters and disciples turned against each other. Those companions who had once fought side by side were now the most terrifying of enemies. Because they — or the "beasts" inside them — harbored the most primal craving for each other's flesh and blood.

Wang Shan "saw" a white-haired sect master, with tears in his eyes, slay his own direct disciple who had completely turned into a monster, then raise his head to the sky and cry out in grief: "We were wrong... we were all wrong!"

Too late.

The entire sect's system of power had been built upon this set of forbidden arts. When this foundation rotted, the collapse of the entire edifice was only a matter of moments.

In the end, it lost control.

All the disciples and Elders who had cultivated the Ten Thousand Beasts Devour Their Master, together with the demonic beasts they had fused with — their wills, resentments, unwillingness, madness... everything, as if drawn by an invisible black hole, converged together.

A colossal, chaotic, ravenous monster, fused from countless failures and sacrifices, was born.

This was the "Progenitor of Ten Thousand Beasts"!

It had no fixed form, no clear reason — only the two most instinctive impulses: devour, and... find a perfect "vessel" for itself, a shell capable of bearing this immense and chaotic power, to truly "descend" upon the world!

"So that's how it is..." Wang Shan's soul murmured to himself within his sea of consciousness, "There was no bullshit ancestor at all — just a giant garbage dump, an aggregate of the resentments of a bunch of failures..."

This discovery sent a chill down his spine.

The annihilation of the Beast Taming Sect was not caused by external enemies, but stemmed from their own ceaseless greed for power — a thorough and complete self-destruction!

The final scene of the vision fixed upon several Supreme Elders whose auras still lingered. They were drenched in blood, looking down at the sect that had already become a paradise for monsters, their faces filled with despair and remorse.

"Seal it! Activate the final seal!"

"Seal the 'Progenitor'... seal this monster forever beneath the 'Beast Origin Core'!"

"Our sect's sins cannot be redeemed even by ten thousand deaths... we only ask... that it no longer brings disaster to the world..."

At the cost of their lives, they channeled the Earth Vein and activated the sect's final reserves, attempting to completely seal that mass of uncontrolled will.

But they failed.

Or rather, they only half-succeeded.

They did seal the main body of the "Progenitor of Ten Thousand Beasts," but a portion of its power still escaped, forming this bizarre secret realm, forming the beast tides outside, forming this trap that had endured for ten thousand years.

Just then, a detail that made every hair on Wang Shan's body stand on end appeared in a corner of the vision.

Before activating the seal, an Elder frantically hurled a jade slip into a spatial rift. The cultivation method recorded on that jade slip bore, at its very beginning, three large characters — Ten Thousand Beast Method!

That was exactly the foundational great method that their Wan family had inherited and prided themselves on!

A chill erupted from the depths of Wang Shan's soul!

"Fuck!"

He couldn't help but curse aloud in his heart.

What bullshit ancestral divine art! After all that, it turned out to be a defective, discarded product that the Beast Taming Sect had tossed aside after it blew up in their faces because they found it too dangerous!

And their Wan family, like scavengers picking through trash, had treated this thing as a treasure, passing it down generation after generation!

No wonder!

No wonder the Wan family's Ten Thousand Beast Method, when cultivated to advanced levels, always hits a bottleneck, and people inexplicably undergo drastic temperament changes, even go mad! Because this method is fundamentally flawed! It is a further simplification of the Ten Thousand Beast Devouring Master, a chronic lethal poison!

What about the Ten Thousand Beasts Reversal?

A single thought instantly cleared Wang Shan.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Reversal… is probably the other forbidden art created by those senior members of the Beast Taming Sect who haven't completely gone mad, in desperation, to counter the Counter-Devouring of the "Devouring Master"! A potent medicine that fights poison with poison!

"Reversal" means turning back beast nature, resisting devouring.

But the side effect of this medicine is likewise a near‑death ordeal!

Countless clues linked together in Wang Shan's mind formed a complete and cruel chain of clues.

From the Wan family's inheritance, to the method he cultivated, to the current predicament, everything points to the sect‑wide calamity that erupted millennia ago because of greed.

He thought he was only facing an ancient enemy.

Now he understands that what he must confront is the Beast Taming Sect's entire sect's wrongdoing, a "legacy" twisted for ten thousand years, so heavy it suffocates!

And he and his grandson are walking a path identical to those Beast Taming Sect disciples', a road leading to self‑destruction.

Buzz—!

The illusion shatters.

Wang Shan's consciousness returned to his own storm‑tossed sea of awareness.

The will of the opposing "Ancestor of Ten Thousand Beasts", after brewing for a long time, finally launched a full‑scale attack. That massive will ceased to disperse and instead coalesced into a sky‑covering, sun‑blocking giant mouth, which rushed to devour his leaf‑like little boat!

This attack carried a lethal resolve.

But Wang Shan's mindset was now completely different from before.

Having learned the cause and effect, the fear of the unknown dissipated considerably.

In its place was an anger that had been deceived for countless generations, and a heavy sense of responsibility.

"A stitched monster made of failures even dares to call itself 'Ancestor' before me?"

Wang Shan's spirit did not retreat but advanced, actively meeting that giant mouth.

"Today I won't just survive; I'll also clean up you pile of trash completely!"

He not only seeks a way out for himself, but also to sever, for the Wan family and his descendants, the fate that leads to destruction!