This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1765 11: Luohu Ascends to Sainthood

Time marches onward, and before one realizes it, the brutal Tao-Magical War has raged for an entire year.

For the Human Race, this year has been a period of immense suffering and ceaseless anxiety.

As days turn into weeks, not only Qi Butian but a growing number of individuals begin to perceive a palpable pressure, a boundless terror, slowly seeping from the Abyss.

This is Luohu, deliberately projecting his aura to showcase his terrifying might.

With ongoing transformations, his power has magnified tenfold, even before his ascension is fully complete.

His cultivation has reached a pinnacle where he no longer fears Lu Qingshan's pursuit; he stands defiant against any force in existence.

Consequently, he has opted to unleash his aura, sowing seeds of infinite dread and hopelessness among the Human Race.

--This agonizing scenario, where doom is foreseen yet resistance is futile, and one can only await the inevitable, serves as profound torment, capable of driving a person to the brink of insanity.

The mounting oppression and the resulting madness experienced by the Human Race bring immense satisfaction to Luohu.

....

Another month concludes.

On this fateful day.

Deep within the Abyss.

Countless resplendent demonic lights surge upwards.

Beneath this dazzling display of demonic luminescence, even the blood moon appears to dim.

What was once the visually dominant scarlet Demon Domain transforms into a kaleidoscope of colors at this very moment.

All demon folk remaining within the Abyss cast their gazes towards the Sky Dome.

There, they behold a solitary silhouette.

Regardless of their location, be it any domain or any corner of the world, every being witnesses the same figure.

This figure appears as the zenith of creation, imbued with the essence of demonic light, embodying the ultimate power bestowed by Heaven and Earth.

His cascade of blood-red hair flows like a waterfall, exuding an enigmatic aura, as if it has stolen the very color from the blood moon.

His countenance is veiled in a radiant light, obscuring clear features, save for a pair of piercing azure eyes, both profoundly evil and terrifyingly potent; a mere glimpse induces a sensation of the Primordial Spirit shattering.

Directly confronting the Demon God's gaze is an impossibility.

"Such formidable strength..."

A voice, detached and resonant, slowly drifts forth.

This voice seems to emanate from the highest reaches of Jiuyou Heaven, permeating the vast expanse of the Abyssal World. Though devoid of discernible emotion, it carries a terrifying power that causes Heaven and Earth to tremble.

Luohu draws a deep breath, sensation the immense power coursing through his being. He moistens his lips, a faint, sinister smile gracing his features.

At this juncture, he has truly ascended to the position of ruler over the Demon Domain, the supreme sovereign of the Abyss.

He takes a single step forward and vanishes from sight.

The next instant, Luohu materializes at the very heart of the Abyss.

The absolute geographical center.

Standing atop the Sky Dome, Luohu reflects upon the arduous journey he has undertaken, suddenly enveloped by a feeling that the entire experience was akin to a dream.

It seems to be a universal truth that after attaining great success and renown, individuals invariably engage in such introspection, recalling the past to imbue the present with deeper meaning.

Finally, Luohu ceases his contemplation.

He gazes down upon the Abyss below, which already exhibits signs of decay.

Mountain ranges, stretching like serpents, rise and fall, resembling dragons rearing their heads.

His emotions surge in tandem with the undulations of the landscape.

With his momentum firmly established, there is no longer a need for hesitation; it is time to decisively display his supreme power.

Luohu gestures with a tap into the Void.

Mountain ranges, coiling like immense serpents, erupt from the earth, mimicking demon dragons leaping skyward, swirling in a wild dance around Luohu.

A single thought can alter the very fabric of reality.

As demon dragons encircle him, Luohu's chest swells with boundless ambition.

"Who dares defy the realm's decree?"

Across the vast Abyssal World, all sentient beings hear Luohu's proclamation, laced with an inscrutable pressure, and simultaneously feel an immense force bearing down upon them.

Thus, in the subsequent moment, all creatures of the demon race prostrate themselves in fervent submission.

"We obey the sacred command!" The demon race creatures devoutly kneel.

However, this display is not sufficient.

Luohu directs his gaze towards the Royal City of the remaining Seven Domains, situated beyond the Black Armor Domain.

He intends to consolidate the Demon Domain under his absolute rule, yearning to be an unchallenged dictator. Should any resist, he harbors no reservations about initiating a cleansing purge.

Luohu's lips curl into a chilling smile, his azure eyes blazing with unadulterated brutality, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

He articulates his demand with unambiguous clarity.

"Within seven days, I require your answer."

"Those who align with me shall live; those who oppose me shall perish!"

At this precise moment, all the Ruling Demon Venerates are engaged on the frontline battlefield, oblivious to the unfolding events within the Abyss and incapable of providing Luohu with an immediate response.

Yet, Luohu remains unperturbed, confident that this message will swiftly traverse the borders of the two realms.

He commands the subservience of demons and awaits the world's capitulation.

Although he was aware of the ferocity of the war on the front lines, proposing that the demon lords return to the Abyss to submit at such a juncture might impede the ongoing conflict. Nevertheless, since he was present, why should he be concerned with so-called opportunities for war?

The moon, Luohu, hung high in the Sky Dome, its blood-red surface devoid of all light.

An intensifying wave of brutality radiated from his very being.

"Obey the sacred decree!" On the third day, the Giant Spirit Clan was the first to yield.

In reality, no element of suspense was involved.

"Obey the sacred decree!" On the fourth day, the Thunder Beast, Void, and War Demon clans capitulated.

....

Seven days passed, and finally, the last of the clans, the Holy Demon Clan, submitted entirely to Luohu, their voices echoing, "Obey the sacred decree!"

At this precise moment, all demons had bowed to Luohu's will, offering up their respective Demon Lands.

Thus, Luohu seized control of the entire Demon Domain without a single drop of blood being shed.

His power and might were, without question, overwhelmingly superior to all other beings within the Demon Domain.

Yet, he remained unsatisfied.

"Very well, all of you, remember this day," Luohu declared, no longer casting his gaze upon the desolate realm of the Abyss. Instead, his attention turned towards the thriving Human Realm. A sinister smile twisted his lips as his voice, brimming with chilling coldness, resonated throughout the Abyssal land, "This day marks the unification of the two realms by none other than myself, Luohu Sheng!"