Chapter 158: Stele of Ten Thousand Evils and Sinking; Creation World-Purifying Pearl

As soon as the few of them set foot down, it was as if they had touched upon some vital point, triggering a massive commotion.

Above the stone stele, the already long and continuous demonic light suddenly surged, shooting straight into the void; its length was more than ten million zhang, stretching without horizon or shore, overbearing and peerless.

Wherever it reached, it obscured everything, and all that surrounded it was thoroughly permeated, abruptly radiating a negative Aura of darkness, evil, terror, and destruction.

Even the Blood River steered by the Rakshasa Woman and Pishamo lost its luster at this moment, appearing dim.

The Abyssal Sea water surged, floating gloomily and staining like ink, as if night had reached its depths, with countless waves rising and falling, colliding incessantly.

It evolved into various demonic sounds—some sharp, some high-pitched, some low, some containing pain, some conveying sinking, and so on—entering straight into the spirit platform, stirring up the evil thoughts within the hearts of living beings.

Watching the black lotus flowers emerging around the stone stele, with inexplicable scriptures ringing in her ears like whispers or prayers, fragmented and soft, Pishamo exclaimed in wonder: "It truly is an extraordinary demonic treasure."

She turned her head to look at the Rakshasa Woman and said: "Congratulations, Princess! To have obtained such a treasure."

Tie Shan wore a look of joy; that it could earn the praise of Pishamo, who was in the Taiyi Realm, was enough to show the extraordinary nature of the stone stele beneath her feet.

Looking at the black mist hanging down in great swathes around the stele, combined with the arcs of light falling in circles and halos, filling space and time, she was secretly delighted—she had really picked up a treasure!

Feeling the foulness the stele presented—extreme evil and filth—it was more thorough than the demon path, and even more extreme than they, the living beings from the Blood Sea.

A complete and total sinking, leaving not the slightest margin.

Unlike the Asura Demonic Path, which appeared to kill heaven, kill earth, and kill all living things, yet also revealed the philosophy of stopping killing with killing.

Seeing her Princess astonished by the evil strangeness of this stele, Pishamo smiled and shook her head, saying: "If I am not mistaken, this stele is a strange treasure generated by the convergence of Human Dao karma."

"I imagine that during the great war of the Immortal Qin conquering heaven, the many thoughts and curses left behind by the living beings who died here, with various hatreds and unwillingness intertwined, brewed over time to form this Demonic Stele."

Seeing the Rakshasa Woman seemingly enlightened, she said pointedly: "Everyone says my Asura Demonic Path is the most poisonous and evil. Little do they know, the red dust of the Human Dao is the most poisonous bitter sea in this world."

As the saying goes, heaven's will and human hearts are the hardest to fathom. The grievances and bitterness of the floating life are the most evil and wicked demonic path in the world.

The ruthless demonic path is not terrifying, because demonic thoughts are merely a biological instinct, wanton and uncontrollable. The ruthless demonic path simply controls them, using them as a tool.

But the emotional demonic path is the true king of demons, because its demonic thoughts all stem from obsessions in the heart; as long as the obsession does not vanish, the demonic thoughts are not removed.

They only accumulate over time, becoming deeper, more powerful, and more impossible to resist.

Just like this Black Water Abyss Sea, which has deposited the unwillingness, hatred, and evil thoughts of who knows how many dead living beings.

Combined with karma and curses, no matter how the winds and clouds change or how the seas turn into mulberry fields, it will never dissipate, only becoming more evil and overbearing as it brews in time.

Tie Shan heard her explanation but did not care; she only knew that this treasure was indeed powerful enough.

Only—

She looked at Fang Longye; such a treasure, did he really give it to her without a second word?

Fang Longye, who had been looking around, felt the gaze of Tie Shan, turned his head to smile back at her, and gestured with his hand for her to proceed.

Seeing this, Tie Shan let go of her doubts and was no longer polite, immediately circulating her secret arts and changing her Dao principles.

Boundless demonic sounds arose, each word like weeping, and then the Blood River beneath her feet surged with mist, changing to form a blood moon, curved like a sickle, lifting her figure.

With her on the moon, the blood color spread, and her whole body was filled with a negative Aura, thick and impossible to dissolve.

A short while later.

With a faint, lingering fragrance and the ringing of jade ornaments, a slender and beautiful figure walked out from the blood color.

It was none other than Tie Shan herself.

Only her image and temperament were vastly different from before.

Her three thousand strands of black hair had turned into purple hair draped over her shoulders, and her beautiful eyes had also become blood-red, glowing with a cold, deep, and gloomy light.

The skirt that originally hung to her calves had shrunk and been simplified, revealing a cool expanse of skin.

The whole person was even more charming and alluring.

Every pattern, every color, and every fold on her clothing contained Asura demonic intent.

Eerie and strange.

She felt her own changes, frowned, and said: "If this stele were not truly evil, I would not want to fully revolve the demonic path."

She herself cultivated the Brahma, Demon, and Dao paths, but she did not take the Asura Demonic Path—which was the most compatible—as her main cultivation; instead, she took the Dao as the main, with Brahma and Demon as supplements, walking the path of a Mysterious Gate Female Immortal. And a transformation like this was equivalent to placing the demonic path in the primary position, reversing the Dao principles she had cultivated her whole life.

For her current self, the burden was still quite heavy.

Without hesitation, she began a whispering chant in her mouth, appearing high and low, far and near; heard by the two women Qingli and Ao Ying not far away, it set their spirits on fire, making them anxious, uneasy, and very uncomfortable.

As the chanting in her mouth became more complex, Tie Shan stretched out her smooth, flawless jade hand and struck countless seal characters toward the stone stele, which scattered and outlined themselves in blood, sinking into it.

Gradually, this strange treasure retracted its demonic might and finally returned to the ordinary.

Only on the body of the stele did the five black seal characters for 'Demonic Stele of Ten Thousand Evils' appear, revealing a profound demonic intent.

With a shake, it gradually shrank and was collected by Tie Shan into her auspicious clouds.

Fang Longye and his group, who had retreated as soon as the stele shook, returned to her side.

Pishamo, this Asura woman of the Taiyi Realm, looked at Tie Shan, who was immersed in comprehending the mysteries of this demonic treasure, and immediately stood guard to the side.

Fang Longyu, meanwhile, looked at the original site of the stone stele and clapped his hands in admiration: "Truly a wonder of creation!"

It could be seen that the place where the stone stele had originally stood upside down was not dead, silent black water like mud.

Instead, it was a pool of clear spring water, with light permeating every inch, swaying like fish.

The clear jade filled the waves, exuding a crystalline, uniform color.

Creation Vitality permeated, filling the space above and below.

A mysterious Aura, like smoke yet not smoke, like clouds yet not clouds, rushed toward him, and without asking, it poured continuously into his body.

The moment the Aura entered, Fang Longye felt as if he had opened some acupuncture point, and vigorous vitality emerged, nourishing his true body.

When things reach an extreme, they turn to their opposite!

In the deathly still Black Water Abyss Sea, such a pool of spiritual spring with infinite vitality had been born.

The two blended together, as if a bright pearl had sunk into the silt.

Such a spiritual spring, capable of bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh and bones, was not enough to describe the infinite vitality within it.

It was as precious as Earth Milk essence.

And this was not yet the treasure Fang Longye had spoken of earlier, but merely a derivative of a wondrous treasure.

Fang Longye circulated his divine ability and, with a wave of his sleeve, gathered the entire pool of spiritual spring water into his own Grotto-Heaven.

He placed it beneath the Xun Wood Spirit Root standing at the center of the Grotto-Heaven, allowing them to nourish one another.

Wisps of vitality radiated out, circulating throughout the entire Grotto-Heaven along with the torrential rain that was still pouring down inside.

It settled within, waiting for the day when vitality would burst forth to foster all things.

Then, he turned his focus back to reality, rotated his wrist, and with a flip of his hand, a precious bead appeared in his palm.

The bead was not large, the size of an infant's fist, emitting a lustrous light, crystalline and brilliant, with flowing, iridescent colors.

It contained vast vitality and creation, giving one a feeling of being so perfect and flawless.

This kind of flawlessness had already transcended the common, a form of ultimate goodness, ultimate purity, and ultimate beauty.

It was as if it were the embodiment of all that is beautiful in the world.

The clear, bright light shone brilliantly, illuminating the surrounding scene.

Falling upon the black lotus spawned in the Abyss Water Black Sea, it was like a scorching sun melting gold or a furnace touching snow, dissolving all evil.

Fang Longye gazed at this bead of ultimate goodness, purity, and beauty, his heart surging with excitement; the Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart he had just harvested from the Gourd Small World could finally be completely refined! "Creation Purifying World Bead"! This was the second wondrous treasure nurtured within this Corpse Soul Ridge space.

It stood in perfect opposition to the "Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele".

Just by hearing the name of this bead, one could know where its profound mystery lay.

Relying on this bead, which could purify almost everything, he could absolutely cleanse away the Human Dao Curse stained upon the Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart.

(End of this chapter)