Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

For a moment, the black sky of the Snake Desire Realm was inexplicably obscured by a profusion of blood-red color. Such a hue should not have been able to appear in this dark environment, but the uniqueness of this blood red made even the sky curtain, which represents the ultimate greed, yield to it.

A Dharma Realm of the Yin God was stirred, this one being the Death-speaking Yin God, who could be considered as somewhat acquainted with Tan Shuchang.

The reason for the half acquaintance was because Tan Shuchang was very familiar with one incarnation of this Yin God, which had become the source of strength lifting up the Lotus Platform, and thus had also become a part of Tan Shuchang.

"Lang Shou King, what are you doing? I've never been your enemy!" As the Death-speaking Yin God appeared, a petite figure emerged from a mist beneath the extreme darkness of the Snake Desire Realm, with snow-white hair, double pupils, and a face slightly blackened. At this moment, she wore no expression, seemingly like a girl with facial paralysis.

However, the arms of this Death-speaking Yin God were very long, even longer than Big Ear Liu's, not only reaching past the knees but also trailing to the heels.

At this time, when this Yin God spoke, her lips did not move, but her voice rolled like thunderous Yin, constantly booming in this land and sky.

Because of the special nature of this place, a great deal of echo formed as well.

There were a large number of stone books here, some open, some standing, and some laid flat. The shapes of these books were all incredibly large, like mountains, giving a sense of towering into the clouds.

This was the territory of the Death-speaking Yin God.

The books were ghostly books, recording not only fierce ghosts but also living people.

As Tan Shuchang listened to this incessant speech, he merely clasped his fists in salute and then spoke with a gentle tone, "Yin God has misunderstood. I've come here merely to correct a mistake in your cultivation."

"My cultivation mistake? What mistake?" The Death-speaking Yin God actually believed Tan Shuchang's deceptive words, capable of avoiding a clash with this Lang Shou King, She really didn't want to fight.

The Lang Shou King, who had continuously devoured the Living Dead Yin God and the Greedy Venerable King, essentially had no thoughts of initiating a fight.

"Please join with me as one, Yin God." Tan Shuchang said, his tone unchanged, still gentle, as the wide skyful of "Blood Gods" manifested and pounced towards the Death-speaking Yin God.

"Lang Shou King!"

Seeing this scene, the Death-speaking Yin God no longer hesitated.

She struck with all her might!

In an instant, it was as if Tan Shuchang relived the scene he encountered upon first entering the Peach Blossom Marvel Realm, the surroundings undergoing an immediate shift. Black water surged everywhere, rendering one unable to speak, heart unable to articulate.

Then, from within that black water, a petite figure slowly emerged.

"Speech is sinless, malice arises in the heart!"

This was the Death-speaking Yin God articulating the existent rules of her Yin God domain, or perhaps it was the fundamental power of her Dharma Realm.

As this phrase was uttered, Tan Shuchang immediately felt its effect—malicious thoughts in his heart wobbled, seemingly solidifying and attempting to wrest control from Tan Shuchang.

However, if it had ended there, Tan Shuchang would've been helpless. But as the malice began to harm Tan Shuchang, it dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Such was the high immunity of Ghost Path powers!

Then, Tan Shuchang too made his move.

Five Winds, Ten Rains!

The Equinox comes in its time!

Melting Stone and Flowing Gold!

Star Fate of Heaven and Earth, Mysteries of the Cosmos and Fertile Land!

Four distinct forces suddenly impacted the "Speech is sinless, malice arises in the heart" Dharma Realm of the Death-speaking Yin God, causing it to fall apart and lose its ability to exhibit its full might.

Then, a giant handprint of vital energy emerged.

Demon Realm Giant Handprint!

Seven hundred and thirty-six years of cultivation prowess pressed down! Explore stories at empire

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As Tan Shuchang spent his time in the bizarre gaming world of the Snake Desire Realm, a place in the Jiawu Realm began once again to contact the land beyond their realm.

It was naturally the Sword Temple.

Initially, the disciples of the Sword Temple were hesitant, as each contact came at a great cost, and it just so happened to coincide with the arrival of celestial changes. Perhaps, before long, other beings of the Jiawu Realm would be able to reach them?

And those who had lived for several hundred years well understood that they had long been abandoned by their fellow sect members who had ascended through the Three Proofs.

It's likely that after ascending, those sect members had come to view themselves as beings on a different level from the few of them, so whether these sect members would still honor their past camaraderie upon their return was extremely uncertain.

The traditional virtue of elders taking care of the younger generation would appear for a moment but not for a lifetime.

And so-called righteousness and wickedness were, in reality, a matter of perspective.

The saying "righteousness prevails over evil" didn't mean that the evil would necessarily be defeated by the righteous, but rather that if the evil side were to win, they would become the righteous side.

The Sword Temple, three hundred years ago, indeed bore the title of the leading force of righteousness, but that proved nothing.

In the end, several disciples of the Sword Temple decided to once again activate the Sword Immortal Realm and get in touch with their solitary Uncle Master. This second activation of the Sword Immortal Realm was particularly taxing since the loss from the previous activation had not yet been replenished.

As a result, the complexions of these disciples turned unsightly as soon as they began the process.

Luckily, having anticipated this, they quickly took out a green jade bottle from their bodies. Once they released the seal of the bottle's mouth, they poured all of its contents into their mouths.

The substance was crimson like blood, but it didn't smell of blood at all, only a refreshing sweetness.

This was a potion created by the Sword Temple three hundred years ago, after hunting and killing tens of thousands of Mountain-Sea Beasts, by refining the heart's blood of these creatures, capable of instantly restoring all depletion for a practitioner.

And this bottle was their last one.

The potion wasn't considered particularly rare originally, but as the Mountain-Sea Beasts suitable for crafting the potion were almost completely extinct, it had become precious as well.

As they drank this substance, the Sword Temple disciples instantly felt rejuvenated.

Thus, the Sword Immortal Realm communicated once again with that mysterious external land, and this time, the disciples sensed the aura of that enigmatic domain.

For a moment, all of the disciples couldn't help but show a look of intoxication.

The breath that seemed to carry no scent now felt as if it was filled with a sweetness. Then, in the next second, among these disciples, the one with the deepest cultivation and who often spoke of his sect and master, suddenly changed his expression.

"Old thief..." he exclaimed in shock and fury but also with a sense of utter horror. In the end, that disciple could only utter these two words before his expression gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, the other disciples all opened their eyes and looked in unison at him.

"This lad was indeed hiding something," said the disciple, but the tone of his voice was completely different from before, as if he was a deity overlooking the world with endless condescension.

At the same time, there was an unnerving chill in the air, and as his voice sounded, gusts of ghostly wind arose as if the specters of the Land of Yin and Darkness had come to the mortal realm.

"It's just a pity that Dugu bungled it; otherwise, these disciples would have been perfect for spreading our teachings. In the end, Dugu failed to take the final step," another disciple next to him said, speaking with a similar sense of superiority.

To add to this, the speaker brought along a gust of bone-chilling wind.

Wherever this ghostly wind passed, the vitality of the plants and trees was instantly severed, carrying a particularly startling viciousness within it.

"No matter, they are but servants for spreading the teachings. Once we return to our positions, we will simply transform these corpses," another disciple said, echoing the sentiment of the previous two.

These three seemed to have been carved from the same mold.

In fact, it was not just these three; all five present showed this similarity.

Then, the five of them left the Sword Temple.

Instead of walking together, they each went in five different directions.

Different from before, the moment they stepped out of the Sword Temple, they were no longer bound by the restrictions of being invisible men. As the breeze blew, it lifted a corner of their robes.