Chapter 338: Making Hell

The circle-of-light technique raised, but the solemn cultivator's gaze was not on the civilians rising in rebellion, but fixed on the calmer regions.

Though seemingly calm and unruffled, even through the circle-of-light technique, he could see the faint ghostly aura.

Elsewhere, this ghostly aura had been obscured by the robust blood qi of the countless third-rate warriors, but here, the ghostly aura remained clear.

"Illusion technique… it has completely covered the entire Uta City. Such a powerful spirit ghost, yet so pure—it's simply inconceivable!"

The solemn cultivator could not fathom at all how Feng Xue had subdued such a powerful spirit ghost—even using obsession, such a massive quantity would be nearly impossible for a non-Dao cultivator to bind with a spirit pact.

And if it were cultivated postnatally, it was even more absurd: even the fiercest warlord ghosts emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood during wartime, if they devoured endlessly, would need decades to reach this scale—Feng Xue had not yet entered the Dao, was still young; even if he had begun cultivation from the womb, he could not have grown this!

Yet his confusion did not last long—not because he had solved it, but because an even greater mystery had appeared—

The spirit ghost had fed a civilian…

"Imperial Dew?!"

At that moment, the solemn cultivator nearly punched straight through the ceiling—good heavens, wasn't it still before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?

Imperial Dew was a boon for demons and spirits, but for human cultivators, it was merely an astronomical phenomenon; the solemn cultivator had seen Imperial Dew descend before, and precisely because he had seen it, he was certain he had not mistaken it.

"So… scattering beans to form an army was actually using Imperial Dew to awaken wisdom in ignorant commoners?"

The solemn cultivator felt something was off, yet also felt nothing was wrong—yet if the Yellow Turbans were destined for the Jiazi year, why was there Imperial Dew in the Gengshen year?

Hmm, this year was also Yisi…

Just as the solemn cultivator was beginning to suspect he needed to relearn numerology, calendrics, mathematics, and fate studies, the civilian who received the Imperial Dew underwent new changes.

First, the previously depleted primordial qi was replenished by some force; second, his spirit visibly improved; moments later, his posture, movement, and bearing acquired a certain discipline; in the blink of an eye, he had already seized his blood qi and entered the realm of a third-rate warrior!

"This method… doesn't it have any drawbacks?"

At this moment, the solemn cultivator felt his very understanding of cultivation principles was being shaken—by his experience, such rapid advancement must come at a cost; even if not burning the soul, it should at least drain lifespan.

Yet his aura-seeing technique detected not the slightest anomaly in them.

It wasn't that he pitied these Japanese—never mind the war between nations, even without exploitation, these people wouldn't live many more years; the problem was, this defied common sense!

In modern times, it would be like a car running hundreds of kilometers without charging or fueling—and even generating hundreds of kilowatts of electricity.

And more importantly…

"If the Shenxiao Sect truly possessed this technique, then was Guo Jing's Six Jia Divine Soldiers really real? But then… the Jingkang Humiliation…"

The solemn cultivator paused here, realizing further speculation would be impolite—what if the Jin had their own high-level experts back then?

Yet the solemn cultivator noticed that as these civilians gained power, their votive energy also shifted—yet instead of rising into the sky to interact with the Void Deity, all of it, even increased, remained bound to themselves.

"So this is how the Void Deity bestows power? That makes sense." The solemn cultivator exhaled, finally restoring his crumbling worldview.

"Uh… should we notify our homeland?" The young cultivator's tone was weak. Before the solemn cultivator could speak, the brokerage manager said:

"Naturally we must notify them, but we must also report the facts here—how to proceed is up to those Grand Masters to decide; we have no authority to advise them."

…

Cultivators from the Central Plains were urgently contacting each other, while the Japanese populace had already gone blood-mad—Feng Xue gave them no theoretical guidance, no advanced ideological frameworks; he did not intend to interfere with others' choices—he merely offered the opportunity to choose, nothing more.

Yet once the lower classes gained power, their uneducated, unenlightened minds inevitably turned to violence—they took to the streets, shouting "Heaven's Punishment," stormed the mansions of the Han Chinese, slaughtered them, looted their wealth, and raped their women… just as they themselves had once done.

The once-elite Han Chinese were slaughtered indiscriminately; their carefully trained guards and enforcers, outnumbered beyond hope, could not hold back even the contemporary Sword Saint, who, lacking a breakthrough in life's tier, collapsed after slaying dozens, cut down by a storm of blades.

Retribution in kind was accepted, even celebrated, everywhere—let alone in Japan, where the people revered living like firecrackers (blazing brilliantly as summer flowers).

For these acts, Japan's human Dao did not descend karmic retribution—it endorsed them; the flow of fortune was the clearest proof.

This was the principle of "lower overcomes upper"—the victor may seize all from the upper!

Yet the Han Chinese of Uta were ultimately limited, while the oppressed populace numbered a hundred or a thousand times greater.

The prey was gradually insufficient to go around.

Thus, everything became inevitable.

Swords and blades, once turned against enemies, now pointed at all Han Chinese, then at the relatively well-off middle class, and finally at their own kind who had grown rich from plunder.

Indiscriminate slaughter began—the blood-mad commoners, empowered by the ancient Dragon King's gift, launched chaotic brawls, while those still rational had already hidden away with their wealth and families, retreating to their original homes—places with no wealth at all, utterly unworthy of being targeted.

Entire Uta had entered a battle royale mode; under Japan's human Dao, which rewarded the victor with everything, even votive energy was inherited by the victor.

In other words, as these blood-mad commoners began plundering each other, they gradually realized they were growing stronger!

As the architect of this earthly hell, Feng Xue merely watched calmly as the little bell's table listed the performances, marking the superior Cultivation Techniques for further fusion and deduction.

"Collecting data this way is still too wasteful—I wonder when the Japanese cultivators will return!"

(End of Chapter)