Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1317 - 712: The Destruction of the Ghost God Sect

"Leap!"

"Every one of you useless bastards, get moving and jump for your grandpa!"

Accompanied by a storm of insults, seven or eight brutal, shirtless brutes brandished long whips crafted from human skin, savagely striking the assembled crowd. The shadows of the lashes flickered wildly, tearing away chunks of skin and gore.

Driven by terror, the bleeding and lashed masses at the rear began to surge forward. Over a hundred individuals at the very front found themselves teetering on the edge of a precipice, only inches away from the crimson void below.

The frantic pressure from the back caused those in the front to lose their balance, falling into the depths like a shower of dumplings dropped from the heavens. Piercing screams rang out as they plunged into the abyss, only to be swallowed instantly by the blood-red light.

These living sacrifices disintegrated into gore and bone the moment they touched the blood glare, merging into the swirling crimson mist.

Nothing but skeletons remained, sinking to the bottom to join the ever-growing White Bone Mountain.

Surrounding the White Bone Mountain were eighteen towering, pitch-black banners. Malignant ghostly creatures prowled through the skeletal remains, greedily feasting upon fresh Yin Souls.

At the peak of the mountain stood a blood-colored Magic Banner that reached three stories high. A terrifying spirit ghost, sporting an indigo face and a single horn, was materializing from the banner, inhaling the surrounding Blood Cloud with visible delight.

Beneath this blood-red Magic Banner sat a pale-faced Elder who possessed a deceptively immortal aura. With his eyes shut, a faint and flickering "spectral light" radiated from his body, merging steadily into the horned spirit ghost and strengthening it with refined ghostly energy.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng materialized soundlessly next to the pale Elder, watching the scene with an indifferent gaze.

With a single look, Zhao Sheng realized the man was at the threshold of breaking through to Foundation Establishment. If no accidents occurred, his advancement would be complete within a few days.

In an era so close to the End of Dharma, the "cunning" Cultivation path of the Ghost God Sect appeared quite unique to Zhao Sheng.

However, he quickly detected a flaw. While the man seemed to be using ghostly creatures for Cultivation, the reality was that these entities were slowly consuming the host—eroding his spiritual power, his body, and his divine soul.

By Zhao Sheng’s estimates, this man’s life expectancy was far shorter than a standard Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Upon his passing, his divine soul would be swallowed by his Lifebound Spirit Ghost, resulting in the birth of a more vicious entity known as a Banner Spirit!

Through Zhao Sheng’s perception, it was evident that this was not a matter of using ghosts to aid Cultivation, but rather a sinister form of sacrificial refining!

The ultimate goal of this refining process was the "Lifebound" Spirit Banner held by every member of the Ghost God Sect.

Considering this, Zhao Sheng felt a spark of interest, impressed by the cold-blooded brilliance of the mastermind behind this scheme.

Viewed this way, the Ghost God Sect functioned as a "sheepfold," while the Tianzhu Realm served as a massive grazing field. Periodically, someone would arrive to "harvest the wool."

Such a method was truly shocking and incredibly lucrative, comparable to finding a Spirit mine that never ran dry.

Zhao Sheng’s fascination with the Ghost God Sect of the Spring Birth Realm deepened, and he felt a strong desire to investigate further.

In the following breath, a flash of Divine Light erupted from his eyes, and the pale Elder vanished into nothingness.

Simultaneously, the Blood Cloud filling the abyss and the swarms of ghostly creatures were wiped out by his Will Field.

The filth was purged from the dark, macabre abyss, allowing sunlight to touch the depths once more as the ghost banners burst into flames and turned to ash.

Zhao Sheng reached out to take the blood-red Ghost Banner, trapping the horned spirit ghost within its fabric before tucking it away into his Sumeru Space.

This Ghost Banner utilized a strange refining technique that was worth analyzing and studying later.

He stored it for future research.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Up on the cliff, the men holding the whips suddenly exploded, their remains scattering everywhere. This gruesome sight threw the crowd into a state of total chaos, filled with panicked wailing and screams.

By this time, Zhao Sheng had already left the canyon floor, reappearing in the middle of a massive plaza covering over a thousand acres, flanked by magnificent palaces.

"Who goes there?!"

"An intruder has appeared!"

"Heh heh, what kind of walking corpse dares to trespass on our Sect’s holy ground?!"

Zhao Sheng’s presence immediately alerted the inner sect disciples patrolling the plaza and temples. Legions of ghostly creatures soon rose from all directions, baring their fangs and claws as they swarmed toward the intruder in the center.

Zhao Sheng remained motionless; a simple look caused an invisible ripple to expand at the speed of light.

Instantly, not just the attacking ghosts, but the very air, the freezing winds, the dust, the mist, and every living thing within hundreds of miles were frozen in place, along with all formations and prohibitions.

In that heartbeat, it was as if time itself had stopped!

"One, two, three... hah, they are all gathered here? That saves this old man the effort of hunting them down one by one," Zhao Sheng whispered with a faint smile, walking toward the temple to the east.

With a single stride, he crossed miles and stood inside a massive golden hall.

Within the hall, three platforms of golden jade floated in the air, each occupied by an Elder dressed in a golden Magic Robe.