Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 961 - 719: Before the Great Cataclysm, All Beings Are Like Ants (2)

The essence from their deaths started to gather toward the Heavenly Dao.

As the Heavenly Dao's essence swelled outward, the Purple Mansion World steadily grew in might and expanse, its aura turning profoundly enigmatic and inscrutable. A subtle perilous presence emerged, making the undying Demon Monarch's eyebrow twitch faintly while he sensed a trace of menace.

Having weathered the apocalypse and absorbed the strength of every living being, the Purple Mansion World cast off heavy loads, purging inferior layers and fortifying superior ones. Through such drastic steps, it now posed a lethal danger to him.

"The Heavenly Dao of the Purple Mansion World is indeed ruthless!"

Admiration laced the undying Demon Monarch's voice as he declared this.

"If I were to bring about an apocalypse, wipe out the myriad races, leaving only the Undying Demon Race..."

Gazing at the doomsday spectacle in that realm, the undying Demon Monarch idly tapped his knee, immersed in contemplation. Triggering an apocalypse and harvesting all beings' essence would elevate the world to an all-time peak of power, yet the toll would be enormous, ushering in a subsequent era of vulnerability...

Perhaps... we should emulate the Purple Mansion World as well.

After mulling it over briefly, the undying Demon Monarch shook his head, abandoning the notion.

By now, he embodied cold ruthlessness and detachment, overlooking all creatures from on high, unmoved by their joys or sorrows, unaffected by life's endless cycle of birth and death. He slew foes without mercy, yet toward his own race, heartlessness was impossible.

His body shrank as he invoked the secret technique, reverting to its normal size.

Right then, a noise echoed from the array's outer edge, bearing a divine sense message.

Employing his secret art, the undying Demon Monarch parted a section of the array. A beam of light shimmered, allowing a female cultivator to enter. Grace filled her frame, aloofness marked her face, and a long robe clung tightly to her voluptuous, seductive curves. Her slim silhouette flowed elegantly, her generous bosom threatening to spill free.

Crystal-clear and snow-white as jade shone her bare feet.

This female cultivator, Shi Yan, was the undying Demon Monarch's daughter.

Across his long life, the undying Demon Monarch gathered hundreds of wives and concubines into his harem. Their cultivation levels differed greatly, with most swept away by time's relentless current. His children numbered well over a thousand.

These offspring's talents and potentials varied widely, mirroring their cultivation achievements.

Merely thirty-two reached the Tribulation Crossing realm.

Shining brightest among his children was Shi Yan, whose cultivation hit the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, placing her among Feiyu World's elite powerhouses.

Shi Yan advanced and inquired, "Father, have your injuries healed?"

"The injuries have healed. The essence loss of these years has been replenished! Just wait for an opportunity, and I can advance further," the undying Demon Monarch responded.

"Father, while you were sealed for these years, the other Eight Great Saint Races have not been behaving themselves, especially the Feather Demon Race, which was the first to betray, almost completely breaking the seal. They have become increasingly disobedient, a growing source of instability," Shi Yan questioned.

The undying Demon Monarch contemplated, rose to his feet, and gazed afar. "Then what do you propose?" he asked.

"Father, at this moment, you cannot afford any compassion. The Seven Great Saint Races have become increasingly disobedient, and many lower-level cultivators are becoming restless. In times of crisis, they will be a hindrance. Father, you must act early to eliminate hidden threats!" Shi Yan urged ruthlessly.

Killing intent surged visibly from her words.

"Not good, not good, ultimately not good! A world with living beings is a world with vitality. If all living beings are exterminated, leaving not a trace of vitality, such a world is dull and uninteresting. I uphold the principle of all things competing and prospering together; only in prosperity can there be a trace of vitality," declared the undying Demon Monarch.

"Father, you are ultimately too soft-hearted!" Shi Yan retorted.

The undying Demon Monarch declared, "Let's set aside these topics for the moment. The Purple Mansion World has endured its full apocalypse, leaving fewer than ten thousand creatures alive. Fewer cultivators mean less strain on it, so it's steadily amassing power. The energy keeps converging... It started half a level weaker, yet it's surged up by half a level through sheer force."

"Still, this brutal apocalypse remains a hasty, myopic tactic at heart, sowing huge latent threats—and that's precisely our chance."

Shi Yan asked, "Father, do you have a strategy?"

The undying Demon Monarch chuckled, "Of course, I've made my plans. I hold a collection of Immortal Artifacts, lacking only the ultimate Killing Array to ensnare the Purple Mansion World and compel its refinement..."

As he spoke, he produced a scroll etched with interlaced Dao patterns, from which boundless killing intent erupted, unleashing devastating power like a torrent of corpse mountains and blood oceans, with Demon Gods howling, angels weeping, all life shrieking, and waves of ruinous aura crashing forth.

Shi Yan unleashed her secret art, her jade hand gleaming as it shot out to seize it.

The scroll shimmered, blood aura billowing skyward while destructive forces and killing intent roared ahead.

Shi Yan invoked her secret technique again, her palm twisting, hand seals shifting rapidly as strikes poured out one by one; the scroll twisted and bounded, evading like a living thing, morphing into streaks of Sword Qi that lunged forward.

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

The two forces collided violently in an intense battle.

Following ten straight exchanges, Shi Yan's palm glowed, a crimson seal emerging as strands of magical power wove forth, forming a vast web that slammed down.

The scroll twisted and jumped futilely.

Slowly, it fell still.

Shi Yan seized the scroll and channeled her magical power for initial refinement, slowly securing basic command over this treasure.

Sensing its inner state, Shi Yan remarked, "Father, this Array Map lacks an Artifact Spirit!"

The undying Demon Monarch responded, "Correct, as a top-tier killing Immortal Artifact, its overwhelming slaughter aura prevents any Artifact Spirit from forming. Shi Xiu, Shi Yu, Shi Qing, Shi Ming..."

His call echoed through the void.

Two men and two women materialized.

One man donned bronze battle armor, his frame towering and mighty, fists brimming with strength, dragon horns crowning his head, radiating a primal, tyrannical presence; the other had refined features, stood straight and poised, clad in pure white robes with strands of white threading his dark hair, resembling an unmatched beauty with a touch of frail allure.

One woman boasted a lithe, statuesque form, her straight tresses flowing long, oval face with flawless brow and snow-pale skin. Under arched brows lay profound eyes, a sharp nose, plush lips; her tapered chin led to a blue chiffon dress reaching her knees, complemented by shapely, elegant legs that enhanced her allure.

The other featured arched brows, radiant captivating eyes, dew-fresh cherry lips that parted to show flawless teeth, an ivory-smooth slender neck, sculpted shoulders, ample firm chest, narrow alluring waist, her dainty graceful silhouette draped in gossamer-thin red silk, the gown pleated elaborately a hundred times, richly textured with shadowy motifs and gold edges.

"Greetings, Father!"

Their voices rang out together.

The undying Demon Monarch announced, "I possess a suite of Immortal Artifacts, crafted in the likeness of a supreme treasure from a legendary Immortal Realm powerhouse, which I grant to you for assaulting the Purple Mansion World!"

With that, he flicked his arm, hurling four swords whose blades gleamed with light, each landing perfectly in their owners' grips.

These four Treasure Swords glowed with blood-red hues along their edges, death aura roiling endlessly, poised to manifest a realm of carnage.

Shi Yan advanced and questioned, "Father, why task us with this? Your cultivation is phenomenal—why not crush the Purple Mansion World yourself?"

The undying Demon Monarch sighed deeply, "Recently, my cultivation skyrocketed to a higher realm. Yet, my immense power has triggered an overwhelmingly vast ascension force toward the Immortal Realm. I must constantly channel magical power to fend it off, leaving me with scant ability to act."

"Should I employ excessive magical power, a mysterious force will guide me directly to the Immortal Realm."