Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1046 - 508: The Power of Void Refining Cultivators, Annihilate Nine Clans (2)

Furthermore, the adversary has already commenced their awakening.

None possess the power to halt the resurrection of this primordial Blood Demon.

Had I not intervened, the entirety of the Southern Continent’s living inhabitants would have been thrust into a catastrophic nightmare.

The scale of souls destined to perish is beyond imagining.

"Let us dispose of these Blood Demon Sect cultivators first."

"Not one of them shall be permitted to remain among the living."

A frigid sharpness glinted within Jiang Fan’s eyes.

His senses locked onto a specific demonic practitioner of the Blood Demon Sect, draped in robes of deep crimson.

The fabric seemed to be composed of congealed blood.

An overwhelming aura of Evil Qi and murderous intent rolled off him in waves.

This particular servant of the Blood Demon Sect had spent his existence slaughtering countless lives, sustaining himself on endless seas of blood.

Thud!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan extended a finger in a casual gesture.

Bloodline Divine Technique—Annihilate Nine Clans!

A shaft of abyss-black light vanished into the Nascent Soul cultivator’s body without a sound.

The harrowing toxicity of the Soaring Snake was triggered instantly.

Having no inkling of the danger, the Blood Demon Sect Nascent Soul cultivator perished where he stood.

His eyes bulged in shock, blind to the true nature of what had just occurred.

He felt only a flash of destructive force infiltrating his essence.

Immediately, every trace of vitality and spirit within him was utterly erased.

Seconds later, his lifeless frame plummeted to the earth.

"Silver Blood Monster, what has transpired?!"

The nearby demonic cultivators stood paralyzed, struck dumb by the sight.

Incredulity colored their faces as they stared at the corpse of the fallen Silver Blood Monster.

Even within the infamous Demon Dao, this man was a renowned Nascent Soul powerhouse, feared for his brutal methods and formidable combat record.

He was a man universally considered a massive obstacle to any opponent.

And yet, he had been extinguished in total silence.

The remaining demonic practitioners were left clueless as to how their peer had met his end.

A bone-deep chill crawled through their veins, stemming from a sudden, gnawing terror.

"An intruder! An assassin has taken out the Silver Blood Monster!"

"Who would dare target him? What just went down?"

"Look—the other Blood Demon Sect cultivators, they all appear to have perished!"

"Preposterous! Why are they collapsing all at once? What force acts against them?"

The hearts of the gathered demon cultivators plummeted into turmoil.

They watched, horrified, as one Blood Demon Sect practitioner after another slumped to the ground, dead.

Each corpse displayed eyes wide with injustice and confusion, having died without ever identifying the hand that killed them.

The scope of this cleansing extended far beyond the current location.

Across the entirety of the Southern Continent, every single practitioner of the Blood Demon Scripture had been struck by the Soaring Snake’s poison.

The curse slithered along the threads of causality with supernatural speed.

In the span of a single breath, the entire Blood Demon Sect was wiped clean, without exception.

This is the true, terrifying majesty of the Soaring Snake’s ultimate technique.

To fall under its influence is to face an agonizing, inescapable end for which no cure exists.

"Ye Heavens, the Blood Demon Sect has truly been erased!"

"What manner of technique is this, to selectively target them with such precision?"

"Come out! Show your face! Hiding in the shadows is the tactic of a coward!"

Agitated debate broke out among the remaining demon cultivators.

They were trembling, paralyzed by the specter of extreme fear.

Never in their long lives had they witnessed such an inexplicable phenomenon.

It was ironic—they, the practitioners of the demonic arts, were the ones known for strange and dark methods.

How could this unseen force be even more ruthless and terrifying than their own?

"Bothersome."

Jiang Fan manifested before the crowd, suspended in the void, gazing down with a cold, detached air.

A massive, oppressive aura radiated from his form, causing the very space around him to shudder.

A vast Primordial Domain expanded outward, blanketing tens of thousands of kilometers.

As Blood Demon Mountain took form, it felt as if a god had descended upon the world.

What?

Panic surged through the demon cultivators as their hair stood on end and their eyes locked onto Jiang Fan.

Their physical frames broke into violent tremors as sheer terror took hold of their souls.

The intensity of the presence exuding from this mysterious visitor was simply insurmountable.

The weight cast upon them felt like the crushing gravity of a star.

Every breath felt labored under his immense pressure.

When the Primordial Domain finally locked the void into place, they realized, to their immense horror, that they had lost all ability to move.

It felt as if they were being restrained by the intangible, crushing weight of the world itself.

"Who is this man? Could he be an agent of the Righteous Sects?"

"This power… it eclipses the Divinity Transformation realm. Could he have surpassed that limit?"

"Impossible! It is utter nonsense! The Spiritual Qi of this world is only just beginning to recover; how could a cultivator beyond Divinity Transformation appear so suddenly?"

"If he hasn't broken through, he must at least be at Divinity Transformation Perfection. No lesser force could be this oppressive."

"This is too cruel! The Heavenly Dao is biased! Why does the cultivation talent of the Righteous favor them, leaving us in the dust despite all our sacrifices? Why?"

The gathered demon cultivators were wracked with a mixture of shock and burning resentment.

They felt aggrieved, convinced that the world’s Heavenly Dao was inherently unjust.

They believed that they, the Demon Cultivators, walked the harder path and possessed a more singular, iron-willed dedication to the Dao.

And yet, if Righteous Cultivators could reach such realms, how could they stand against it?

Though it is true that demon cultivation progresses with greater speed initially, the price they pay is immense, as every advancement to Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation draws down far more lethal Thunder Tribulations.

The vast majority of demonic practitioners simply fail to survive these violent baptisms.

If not for such restrictive obstacles, the Demon Dao would have laid claim to the world long ago.

They would not be lingering in the shadows like stray dogs, repressed by the Righteous Sages.

"Die."

Jiang Fan regarded the assembly of demon cultivators with complete indifference.

He gave one single glance, and a crushing, absolute pressure bore down upon them.

It descended upon the congregation of demonic cultivators like the hand of a vengeful titan.

Entrapped within the Primordial Domain, there was no possibility of escape.

With nothing more than a gentle closing of his palm, their physical vessels were crushed instantly.

They were reduced to little more than piles of minced meat, scattered across the horizon.

Whether they were at the Divinity Transformation level or merely Nascent Soul, they were as insignificant as ants before his might.

Compared to a Void Refining master, they existed on an entirely different strata of reality.

These demon cultivators were not even worthy of being targets for Jiang Fan’s magic spells.

A single look was sufficient to snuff out their existence, as casually as one crushes a pest.

Rumble~~~

In that fleeting instant, every demon cultivator within a range of ten thousand kilometers was extinguished, leaving not one survivor.

As they vanished from existence, their lingering souls were hungrily consumed by the Human Emperor Banner.

Their spirits became fuel for the banner, causing its surface to manifest rows of grim, skeletal heads.

The black skulls possessed faces contorted in eternal agony, their mouths opening and closing as if attempting to scream out a futile protest.

Only their innate resentment, lingering regret, and boiling rage remained etched into their features.

Yet, once they were claimed by the Human Emperor Banner, such emotions were rendered utterly meaningless.

"Incredible… is this the sheer power of someone at the Void Refining stage?"

"A mere intention, and multiple Divinity Transformation Cultivators have been obliterated entirely."

"This is total annihilation."

The Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Cauldron watched, stunned and unable to grasp the magnitude of the event.

One must understand, Divinity Transformation Cultivators are typically the ultimate patriarchs of the secular realm.

They hold the power to dictate the trajectory of a continent for three millenniums.

Once a practitioner achieves the Divinity Transformation, death by anything other than the exhaustion of one's natural lifespan is nearly unheard of.

Rarely does another Divinity Transformation peer possess the motivation or the capacity to engage in a mutually assured destruction.

Thus, these masters usually settle disputes with rhetoric, rarely resorting to physical confrontation.

The death of such a figure is the rarest of tales.

Yet, three of them—demon patriarchs no less—had been felled here.

Anywhere else, they would have constituted a force that the Righteous sectors would struggle to match.

One could only shudder at the carnage they might have caused had they been left to their own devices.

Yet here, they had been eradicated by a whim of their master, no more relevant than common mortals.

"It is entirely expected; this is the true essence of Void Refining power for you."

"Upon reaching this Realm, the Divinity Transformation level is trivial."

"They are granted dominion over the laws of the Void and the structure of Domains."

"Any ordinary Divinity Transformation cultivator who confronts a Void Refining master would be vaporized on sight."

"Furthermore, master is far beyond a standard Void Refining cultivator, so his combat capability is naturally even more monstrous."

The Demon-Vibrating Bell offered a calm, matter-of-fact assessment.

"Hmm?!"

At that exact moment, Jiang Fan noted a shift within the altar of Blood Demon Mountain.

As if it had finally registered the threat posed by his presence, the heart of the Blood Demon, buried deep within the altar, began to pulse rhythmically.