Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 872 - 388: Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure—Ten Thousand Souls Banner (2)

In the eyes of everyone, the one who slaughtered and seized the souls of the Twin Demons would only be a mysterious and terrifyingly powerful demonic overlord!"

He simulated it repeatedly several times, confirming there were no flaws.

Thus, Xu Ping took out the storage ring of the Wan Du Demon Lord.

His divine sense forcibly broke through the residual restrictions, probing within.

Spirit stones piled like mountains shimmered with various spiritual glows.

Bottles of pills exuded a strange sweet fragrance, mostly toxic substances.

A few ominous magical treasures and sinister talismans and array plates... of considerable value.

But to Xu Ping, they held limited allure.

Instead, some living creatures sealed in special jade boxes and bottles caught his attention.

Multicolored poisonous insect eggs, fierce aura larvae, even a few strands of a peculiar toxic miasma essence... the lifetime collection of Wan Du Demon Lord’s strange poisons, all residing here.

"Interesting, but unfortunately... not the time." Xu Ping’s gaze swept over the poisons without delving deeper.

More important matters were at hand.

Xu Ping categorized all the resources within the ring and swiftly collected them.

In the next moment, his expression suddenly became exceedingly solemn.

Xu Ping focused his mind.

A long pole, entirely pitch-black yet with faint dark red blood light flowing on its surface, noiselessly floated in the void before him.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

As soon as this banner appeared, the temperature in the chamber dropped sharply.

Blood light surged on the banner’s surface, emitting a chillingly fierce aura.

However, within its ferocity, there lurked an indescribable hunger and imperfection.

Xu Ping’s gaze fell upon the mid-stage Nascent Soul of Wan Du Demon Lord, wrapped in layers of ashen restrictions and runes in his hand.

"Wan Du... with your mid-stage Nascent Soul essence, you shall fulfill my heaven-reaching magical treasure, which can be considered your fortune."

Xu Ping spoke calmly, forming complex hand seals with both hands.

Streams of gray-white runes, imbued with perpetual Mana, flowed from his fingertips, entwining the dark green Nascent Soul light sphere like living creatures.

"Ten Thousand Souls Return, True Spirit as Sacrifice, Merge!"

As Xu Ping cast the final spell, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner erupted with blinding blood light.

From the center of the banner, an unfathomable devouring vortex tore open with a terrifying suction power far greater than before.

Wrapped around Wan Du Demon Lord’s Nascent Soul, the restrictive runes vanished instantly.

"No..."

Wan Du Demon Lord’s Nascent Soul let out a final cry of despair and venomous resentment, but its voice was swiftly drowned by the devouring power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The dark green Nascent Soul, like ice thrown into boiling oil, was forcefully pulled into the churning vortex of the blood sea.

In an instant, innumerable tortured and distorted ghostly faces on the banner shrieked and struggled, emitting heart-rending howls.

"Devour!"

Xu Ping sat cross-legged in the void, his expression solemn as eternal ice.

He formed incantations with his hands like illusions, chanting ancient and obscure soul refining spells.

Buzz!

Xu Ping completely ignited the accumulated malevolence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Within the banner, the blood sea roared and surged, all powerful vengeful souls at the Nascent Soul level, driven by a certain cruel law, began the most primal and bloodthirsty mutual devouring like prehistoric beasts starved for millennia.

"Roar——!"

"Hiss——!"

"Hehehe... devour you!"

The roars of demon souls, the sinister laughter of demon infants... all kinds of inhuman sounds resounded through the space within the banner.

Every moment, powerful souls perished in wails, their original soul power greedily devoured by the victors.

As the devouring continued, the victors’ aura skyrocketed at an alarming rate.

The aura of resentment and venom grew thicker, and the pressure emanating from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became stronger and stronger.

The dark gold, crimson, and dark green patterns on the banner pole, representing the devoured powerful souls, crazily expanded, intertwined, and fused, as if the entire magic banner gained life.

Finally!

The moment Wan Du True Monarch’s Nascent Soul essence, full of endless venom, fully devoured the last fourth rank middle grade demonic ape essence.

Boom!

A mighty explosion resembling the creation of heaven and earth erupted from within the banner.

The entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner erupted with unprecedented, blinding dark red blood radiance.

That blood radiance was not mere light, but the purest essence of vengeful spirit power, filled with a terrifying will to devour all souls.

The entire magic banner swelled and contracted violently, like a giant demonic heart beating.

An indescribable fearsome pressure, surpassing the limits of mid-stage Nascent Soul, erupted like an ancient vicious demon awakening from eternal slumber.

Crack!

The turbulent demonic Qi mixed with viscous blood light, like an uncontrollable deluge, madly impacting the remaining restrictions, shaking the entire cave as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure!

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, after countless blood sacrifices and soul refinements, finally ascended to the supreme level of Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure at this moment.

"Success!"

In Xu Ping’s eyes burned a light of ecstatic brilliance, his heart surged like a raging sea.

He clearly felt the terrifying power within the banner, enough to shake the divine souls of late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators at their core.

However, the ecstasy only lasted for a moment.

Roar!

A roar filled with violent terror erupted from the deepest part of the blood sea within the banner.

That enormous ghost, born from the mutual devouring of countless powerful vengeful souls, abruptly opened its "eyes."

Those were not real eyes, but two swirling whirlpools of endless venom and destructive desire!

The ghost’s gaze penetrated the banner surface, locking firmly onto Xu Ping before the altar.

A tangible impact of extreme resistance and devouring intent crashed powerfully against Xu Ping’s divine sense imprint.

Buzz!

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner violently trembled.

The blood sea on its surface surging with massive waves, countless lower-rank soul bodies disintegrated in wails.