Chapter 907

The black sword emerges.

The supremely vicious and evil slaughter-extinction qi erupts between heaven and earth.

Black sword light like a violent rain, tearing the void, emitting a deafening tearing sound, leaving in the air black fissures that would not fade, tearing open jade-made coffin after coffin, ending the lingering lives of the Daoists within.

Streams of majestic innate spiritual light shot out from the coffins; they wanted to flee.

But Wu Tie's body was entwined with black-and-white spiritual light; the innate yin and yang qi formed a huge vortex, firmly imprisoning over a hundred thousand innate spiritual light in the void.

"You all, are still being doomed by this king!"

Wu Tie gazed solemnly at these innately spiritual lights emitting various strange lights and colors, restless and uneasy.

"Rest assured, after sacrificing you to those so-called spirits, I won't give them a chance to boost their power using your strength and bloodline."

"I caused this trouble myself; I'll clean it up myself."

"And you, it's utterly unreasonable to keep lingering in this world."

"I don't despise your fear of death; in fact, I am an ordinary mortal too—I fear death, I fear parting, and for that eternal, utter terror, I… I am also filled with fear."

"But I despise your act of sacrificing others to defy death."

"If you can do this, then so can I… we are equally vile sinners, a gang of villains who will stop at nothing for their goals."

"The only slight advantage I have over you is that I chose as my sacrifice this gang of sinners and villains, not innocent common folk."

"Gee, being a slut and still wanting to set up a memorial arch—this line describes me right now, doesn't it?"

Wu Tie smiled, his expression mixed with a clear, enlightened light that had seen through worldly affairs and vanity. He thoroughly examined his heart and soul, reflected on his brief past life, and contemplated his future actions.

With a boom, the underground palace trembled, and the sinister, ferocious altar activated.

The altar, composed of a hundred thousand great demon bones, each bone throbbing with twisted demonic sigils, shot up streaks of Blood Light that intertwined in the air, then a mass of viscous, blood‑colored demonic fire, exuding endless malice, ignited.

Wu Tie bit his tongue tip, pouring a drop of his natal essence blood into the demonic fire.

This altar was instantly branded with Wu Tie's mark; it instantly understood, in conjunction with certain hidden workings of heaven and earth, that Wu Tie was the master of this sacrifice.

All the benefits gained from the sacrifices will belong to Wu Tie alone.

"Open." Wu Tie let out a long whistle, and a hundred‑plus thousand coffins shattered simultaneously, revealing within each a robust, fleshy Daoist body nourished by the palace's wondrous arrangements, like a maiden of sixteen or eighteen.

"What a fine method!" Wu Tie couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

Seeing the Yellow‑Skin Daoist and Red‑Elixir Daoist, wandering half‑step venerable masters of the Qinglian Observatory, Wu Tie assumed that these old ancestors of the Qinglian Observatory were all withered, nothing but skin‑and‑bone mummies.

I never expected that, in this underground palace, because these azure crystal clusters constantly absorb heavenly and earthly essence, continually distill heavenly and earthly quintessence into a verdant juice brimming with vast vitality, these old monsters would each be so lush and moist.

Although their inner vital fire had waned to the extreme, their bodies were remarkably fresh and juicy.

Gazing at the altar below, where killing qi rose, Wu Tie inexplicably felt like a butcher who had slaughtered countless, grinning ferally at a pen of lively, adorable Ukrainian white‑spotted cattle…

Shaking his head, Wu Tie cast aside the chaotic, untimely thoughts in his mind, smiled at the innate spiritual lights hovering in the air, and said: "Please, elders, lend a hand to the junior generation!"

Above, among the nine clusters of primordial spiritual light each the size of a water jar, a point of pure‑gold primordial spiritual light shouted sternly: "You are King Wu, Wu Tie… I, the old Daoist, have seen your true portrait… Since you obtained the edict of the thirty‑six sovereigns of the Suichao dynasty, you ought to know of the existence of Wa Island!"

"Wa Island upholds the operational rules of humanity, strictly forbidding humans from slaughtering each other… You take the old Daoists as sacrifices, defying heaven in a reckless attempt to break through to venerable—aren't you afraid Wa Island will investigate afterward?"

Wu Tie pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "If you can do it, so can I."

"I fear Wa Island's investigation, but upon reflection, it doesn't seem that serious."

"Do you really think you can hide your actions from Wa Island? If you cannot, then I will slay you, use you as sacrifices, and achieve merit without fault."

"If your deeds can evade Wa Island, then it proves Wa Island may not necessarily detect my actions either—what do I have to fear?"

"Furthermore, if Wa Island adheres to the rules, then it certainly has no venerable beings; if there are no venerables, why would I fear their investigation?"

"If Wa Island does not keep the rules and can also dispatch venerable beings, then it shows we are all in the same boat—do they have the face to investigate me?"

Wu Tie's words left the Qinglian Observatory's old Daoists speechless.

Wu Tie shook his head and laughed: "Besides, as you all said, Wa Island's core seems to have some individuals corrupted by demons… Surely they cannot launch a full‑scale mobilization to investigate a mere incident on the battlefield marked 'Ji‑Yi Five'."

"So please, fulfill my wish as king!" Wu Tie said solemnly: "Please, go on your way!"

The primordial spiritual lights at the top of the nine clusters roared in unison: "Hold on…"

A point of pure‑purple primordial spiritual light shrieked: "King Wu, even if you aim to become venerable, a thousand venerables or half‑step venerables matching your cultivation would suffice. Why, why, why, why must you sacrifice us all?"

That point of pure‑gold primordial spiritual light roared: "Indeed, King Wu, here we have roughly a hundred thousand elders from all generations of the Qinglian Observatory… To break through to venerable and condense a Dao imprint seal, each seal consumes vast amounts of mana and primordial essence blood."

"For ordinary people, condensing a single Dao imprint seal already exhausts all their reserves; they must painstakingly cultivate for years, recover their vitality, then attempt to condense a second seal."

"Even if your foundations, King Wu, are stronger, being able to condense two or even three Dao imprint seals at once is already the utmost limit… With three thousand people, you need only sacrifice three thousand to break through to venerable and reach the peak strength you can currently attain."

That point of pure‑purple primordial spiritual light cried out again: "Even if your foundations, King Wu, are too strong, the number of sacrifices you need for breakthrough is several times that of an ordinary person—ten thousand… You need sacrifice at most ten thousand to ensure your breakthrough… Why must you forge a deadly feud with my Qinglian Observatory?"

Wu Tie laughed: "Is sacrificing ten thousand not considered a deadly feud?"

The pure‑gold primordial spiritual light said solemnly: "Sacrificing a mere ten thousand juniors—what deadly feud is that? As long as King Wu, you do not sacrifice the nine elder Daoist brothers, the Qinglian Observatory will absolutely not become enemies with Wu Tie."

The pure‑purple primordial spiritual light declared loudly: "Moreover, if King Wu is willing to grant the nine elder Daoist brothers a path to live, let them today bask in Wu Tie's glory, borrow these juniors to break through to venerable… the old Daoists are willing to serve Wu Tie as lord!"

The pure‑gold primordial spiritual light, together with seven other points of primordial spiritual light, roared: "If King Wu is willing to let the old Daoists share his light and use these juniors, they will break through to venerable today, and the old Daoists are willing to serve Wu Tie as lord."

The hundred thousand Qinglian Observatory old ghosts wailed in unison: "Ancestor, this cannot be!"

Moreover, the more clear‑minded old Daoists, whose self‑imposed bans are shorter, cried out in despair: "It's over, it's over—the ancestors… have cultivated to the realm of emotionless, desireless heavenly beings; they no longer have any incense‑bond affection for our Qinglian Observatory."

Wu Tie laughed and shook his head: "I see, you are no longer human… tsk."

Wu Tie gave a light smile and glanced around.

The Qinglian Observatory's mountain‑protecting formation is quite reliable; its reverse‑operating mountain‑protecting formation has sealed the underground palace tightly, not letting a whisper escape.

Wu Tie finally revealed his greatest secret: "I've heard that indeed, in the divine realm, the stronger a cultivator's foundation and the deeper their roots, the more they expend when breaking through to venerable, the more sacrifices they need, yet the stronger their resulting power."

"Well, I cultivate the Primordial Classic of the Primeval Era, entering the Dao through the great perfection of the Daoist realm comprising three thousand great Dao and eighty‑four thousand side doors."

"With such foundations and roots, I dare ask the venerable sages: how many sacrifices does Your Majesty need to condense a single Dao imprint seal?"

The hundred‑plus thousand Qinglian Observatory old ghosts, who had been shouting and screaming loudly, simultaneously shut their mouths.

The largest of the nine clusters of primordial spiritual light flashed with blinding light throughout.

After a long, long while, that cluster of pure‑gold primordial spiritual light finally gave a grim laugh: "Ha, ha, ha, heaven has doomed my Qinglian Observatory!"

Wu Tie shook his head: "No, the Azure Lotus Temple's demise lies with you yourselves…… If you do not unleash the Nine Kings Rebellion, do not plunge the Blaze Dynasty into dire straits, then my killing intent will never be aroused. I will think of other ways, whether the Demon Realm, the Devil Realm, the Ghost Realm, or the Strange Realm—no matter how difficult, I will always try to negotiate a bit."

But you, you've gone too far.

You do the first, I'll do the fifteenth, that's all.

Ladies and gentlemen, please proceed. No idle talk; this king still has things to attend to.

A tremendous boom rang out; demonic fire shot up from the altar, Wu Tie unleashed his divine powers, and the bodies of the Azure Lotus Temple's elders together with their primordial light fell like a meteor shower toward the altar.

Countless Taoists shrieked in anguish, they all uttered desperate curses, cursing Wu Tie in this way, that way, thus, thus.

Wu Tie merely turned a deaf ear.

He silently cultivated the method; in the Primordial Scripture, the way to break through to the Venerable Rank and condense the Great Dao Seal flowed through his mind like water. Behind Wu Tie, a phantom jade disc like a bright moon slowly rose, and on it appeared three thousand strands of dazzling, brilliant, supple divine light and eighty-four thousand strands of finer, more slender divine light.

Wu Tie circulated his blood energy, mana, and soul power.

Essence, energy, and spirit united; a strand of supremely pure, extremely fine, bright, and supple spiritual light slowly grew within his body.

As this strand of spiritual light just emerged, an overwhelming, irresistible terrifying pressure appeared in the void; around Wu Tie's body, dense spatial cracks began to appear, within each crack one could see surging earth, water, fire, and wind, and terrifying silhouettes.

These huge, twisted silhouettes were condensations of annihilating Great Dao laws; their fundamental purpose was to destroy Wu Tie, to annihilate him, to grind this daring human who defies heaven into ashes, to utterly erase him at the root.

Wu Tie felt excruciating pain all over.

At the instant these annihilating silhouettes appeared, his body suffered unprecedented heavy trauma.

Flesh and blood shattered like minced meat; the five viscera and six bowels nearly turned to blood and flesh; even such solid chaotic bones emitted a 'crack' under the pressure, many bones were ground to powder.

Even the Great Dao Furnace let out a groan of being overburdened; the Great Dao Furnace that was smelting the seized treasures suddenly had numerous cracks appear on its surface.

Just then, on the altar, over thirty thousand Azure Lotus Temple elders turned to ash and smoke.

All the phenomena around Wu Tie vanished instantly, and that strand of spiritual light within him suddenly solidified.

With a booming sound, the last trace of the divine fetus lingering in Wu Tie's mind shattered completely, and the faint remnants of soul power fully merged with his body.

Within Wu Tie's divine fetus, a point of primordial light the size of a thumb appeared.

Such a tiny point of light, yet it radiated a brilliance and grandeur surpassing Wu Tie's previous divine fetus, which stood tens of thousands of feet tall, illuminating his whole body.

The spiritual light even shone outward, lighting the entire underground palace within a radius of a thousand li.

It illuminated the void, it illuminated time, it illuminated the Great Dao between heaven and earth.

Wu Tie raised his head and saw in the void that the three thousand Great Dao had turned into three thousand mighty strands of purple qi spanning the void; beside the three thousand purple qi, eighty-four thousand golden light discs twined together, and together with the three thousand purple qi they wove into a great net that completely enveloped heaven and earth.

But Wu Tie also saw that within those three thousand purple qi and eighty-four thousand golden lights, there were aberrant spiritual lights flashing in numbers over a hundred times greater.

These aberrant spiritual lights clung to the purple and golden lights, making their movement obscure and rigid, and moreover they permeated every corner of the void, of time, and of this realm.

Wu Tie hesitated not; he swiftly selected the 'Time' strand among the three thousand mighty purple qi.

The strand of spiritual light condensed within his body quickly merged with the Great Dao of Time.

Countless Time Dao patterns came forth, quickly taking this strand of spiritual light as their core, interlacing with each other; everything fell into place naturally, and a half‑transparent seal, its whole body shining with wondrous spiritual light, began to form slowly.

At the same time, Wu Tie's divine body began to emit a faint glow, and his essence, energy, and spirit were being frantically drawn out.

Wu Tie only felt his divine body growing weaker, his arms losing strength; as the Time Dao Seal condensed, circles of transparent time ripples spread outward.

The Primordial Crown cheered and leapt, actively bursting forth from Wu Tie's body to begin absorbing the time ripples emanating from within him.

The Primordial Crown began to spin rapidly, directly drawing the essence of the Great Dao of Time from the void and swiftly enhancing its own origin.

Exquisite Time Dao symbols appeared on the surface of the Primordial Crown; this ancient treasure, its origin damaged, began to repair itself, and on that foundation continually broke through to higher levels.

Wu Tie's flesh seemed to wither a little, his qi and blood were rapidly depleted, but it was obvious that this consumption posed little threat to him.

In Wu Tie's mind, that thumb‑sized point of primordial light began to expand.

As the Time Dao Seal kept forming, that point of primordial light drew ever nearer to the Great Dao of Time in the void; he likewise began to drink in the Time Dao's essence, growing from thumb‑size to the size of a sea bowl.

Immediately thereafter, a second strand of extremely fine, bright, and supple spiritual light arose within Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie without hesitation locked onto the Great Dao of Space in the void.

That annihilating aura surfaced again, but this time, as the terrifying aura just appeared, over thirty thousand more Azure Lotus Temple Taoists on the altar turned to nothing.

A second Space Dao Seal began to form smoothly.

In Wu Tie's mind, the primordial light expanded from the size of a sea bowl to that of a human head.

Afterward, a third strand of spiritual light arose.

Wu Tie chose the Thunder Great Dao.