Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1318 - 712: The Destruction of the Ghost God Sect

The three individuals were the Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Ghost God Sect. Currently, they were frozen in place, their expressions locked in absolute horror as their bodies remained completely paralyzed.

Zhao Sheng had no intention of wasting time with individual interrogations. Suddenly, beams of divine radiance erupted from his forehead. Powerful strands of Divine Thought immediately pierced the Purple Mansion Soul Seas of the three captives, ruthlessly crushing their mental defenses before beginning to sift through their memories.

After just a few breaths, Zhao Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly. With a casual flick of his sleeve, the three Nascent Soul Ancestors were instantly reduced to drifting ash.

In the following moment, three small blood-red crystalline banners emerged from the remains. They flew into Zhao Sheng’s palm in the blink of an eye, and he promptly stowed them away within his Sumeru Space.

These three truly earned their executions; each had ascended to their current heights by treading upon the corpses of millions.

By scouring their memories, Zhao Sheng obtained a firsthand look at the savage nature of the Ghost God Sect. To describe their actions as monstrous and depraved would be an understatement!

The path of Cultivation for the disciples of the Ghost God Sect was essentially a process of perpetual "human consumption." The further one progressed in their Cultivation, the more lives they devoured!

A single Foundation Establishment Ghost Practitioner carried the weight of over ten thousand lives.

A Golden Core Ghost Cultivator required the sacrifice of at least a million souls, to say nothing of those at the even higher Nascent Soul Realm.

Initially, Zhao Sheng did not want to involve himself in the conflicts of the Tianzhu Realm, but his resolve had shifted.

The Ghost God Sect was clearly a parasitic vampire draining the vitality of this world; their gruesome Cultivation techniques were so repulsive that even the worldly Zhao Sheng could not abide them.

"Sigh... a malignant tumor like this Sect has no right to exist!"

Zhao Sheng slowly released a breath of stagnant Qi, his eyes turning bone-chillingly cold.

In the next instant, he slowly raised his right hand. His fingers were spread wide as if clutching the air before he gradually tightened them into a fist.

At that precise moment, every person within a thousand-mile radius—whether they were a Golden Core Master or a lowly Qi Refining disciple—was instantly crushed into a heap of gore, their Divine Souls shattered into nothingness.

The sheer dread of a Half-Immortal of the Void was manifested in its entirety!

Having annihilated everyone with a single thought, Zhao Sheng felt a sense of slight relief. He reached out to collect the storage bags discarded by the three ancestors and began to scout the grounds of the Ghost God Sect.

After plundering every Treasure Vault and Scripture Storage Tower, he did not linger. He immediately used teleportation to vanish into the Outer Void.

...

The Dark Sky remained a realm of chaotic shadows. This was the threshold between the material world and the Void Realm, a place teeming with relentless space-time tempests.

Suddenly, a figure manifested out of thin air within the Dark Sky. His frame was enveloped in layers of shimmering light that shielded him from the savage fury of the space-time storms.

Zhao Sheng peered into the profound, obsidian depths of the unknown as a space-time beacon materialized vividly in his mind.

Without a moment's pause, he vanished from his position!

Following his breakthrough to the Returning to Void stage, the potential of his space-time teleportation talent had been fully realized. Now was the ideal time to travel to the Spring Birth Realm.

Countless miles away, Zhao Sheng reappeared above a swirling storm vortex.

A quick calculation left him astonished; he realized this single jump had covered more than half a Constant Year, a distance far greater than he had expected.

Nevertheless, this was undoubtedly fantastic news!

"Sixteen Constant Years?... I can arrive in half a month at most!" The thought flashed through Zhao Sheng’s mind, and he teleported once again.

...

Half a month passed in an instant.

Deep within the vast reaches of the Void Sea, a colossal blue-green star suddenly entered Zhao Sheng’s field of vision.

Though he remained billions of miles from the Spring Birth Realm, such a distance was negligible to him now.

Zhao Sheng observed it for a moment, and after pinpointing his target continent, he activated his space-time teleportation without hesitation and disappeared.

Since the dawn of time, the Spring Birth Realm has been split into three primary continents: the Central Heaven Continent, the Eastern Mountain Continent, and the West Pole Mo Continent.

The headquarters of the Ghost God Sect was situated within the West Pole Mo Continent.

In the Spring Birth Realm, very few were aware that the mountain gate of the infamous Ghost God Sect was concealed deep inside the Wuhui Mountain Range.

The Wuhui Mountain Range was known by the adage "Enter and No Return," and it had long been considered a forbidden zone within the Mo Continent.

On this day, in the heart of the Wuhui Mountain Range, a figure suddenly appeared above a ten-thousand-zhang Black Mountain; it was Zhao Sheng.

Below him, the Black Mountain appeared barren and dead, devoid of any wildlife. The spiritual energy felt incredibly sparse, making it seem no different from the surrounding peaks, yet this was merely a clever illusion.

Zhao Sheng looked up at the thick, clouded Heavenly Curtain. His entire body began to glow with a brilliant light as his Will Field surged outward, expanding in every direction.

Soon, a massive wave of Divine Thought rolled out, quickly blanketing the sky for thousands of miles.

"...Clouds, assemble!"

Following his roared command, churning dark clouds began to congregate from all horizons.

In an instant, the sky was smothered by black clouds so thick they pressed down heavily, turning the day as dark as the deepest night.

"Thunder, awaken!"

As the second order echoed, bolts of lightning and thunder erupted within the clouds. Trailing electric snakes and Thunder Pythons slithered through the darkness, while massive pillars of lightning occasionally tore through the sky, showcasing a terrifying power.

Thunder saturated the clouds, and from their depths, a massive aura of annihilation began to swell, slowly spreading throughout the world.

Before the Ghost God Sect could even react, Zhao Sheng bellowed: "Thunder, descend!"

This cry acted as a divine mandate. Just as the sound faded, the entire sky ignited. Countless lightning bolts and thunderclaps rained down violently upon the Black Mountain.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Innumerous lightning strikes collided in mid-air, as if hitting an invisible barrier, detonating with a blinding radiance.

The sky was bleached white by the blooming thunder light.

For a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly bright as tens of thousands of lightning bolts poured from the heavens like a deluge, each strike possessing the power of a Golden Core Master's full-strength attack.

No matter how formidable the Great Array of the Ghost God Sect’s mountain gate was, it could not endure the relentless assault of heavenly thunder.

It held for less than three breaths before the majority of the mountain gate's Array Plate was pulverized.

The Barrier protecting the Sect was instantly shredded by the heavenly thunder, exposing the sprawling spiritual peaks below. Valleys filled with rows of buildings were revealed, along with tens of thousands of Ghost God Sect disciples who stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as their defenses were obliterated by the storm.

In the next heartbeat, the endless thunder crashed into the hills. The entire Ghost God Sect headquarters was plunged into a state of total devastation, with every inch of ground being struck repeatedly by lightning.

In the blink of an eye, countless disciples were incinerated, and the Sect grounds were transformed into a living purgatory.

Zhao Sheng’s thunder tactics were indeed merciless and direct, possessing an unreasonable dominance that left the Ghost God Sect completely paralyzed!

One moment everything was peaceful, and the next, they faced total annihilation!

The Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Ghost God Sect scrambled to dodge the lightning strikes, their minds spinning in confusion.

They could sense that the power of this thunder was unnaturally potent; a single hit was often enough to pierce through a Nascent Soul Domain, nearly wounding them fatally.

They would die never knowing they were the primary targets, and that every bolt of lightning carried a fragment of a destructive will.

"You have some nerve, you cur! Show yourself to this sovereign!"

As wave after wave of thunder battered the Ghost God Sect’s mountain gate, the earth below suddenly caved in, creating a massive crater miles wide. A furious roar erupted from the depths, loud enough to drown out the thunder.

Simultaneously, a thousand-zhang blood-colored banner flew from the pit. It unfurled and unleashed a tide of crimson light that spread for hundreds of miles, creating a massive blood-colored screen that temporarily blocked the rain of thunder.

A moment later, a hundred-zhang blood shadow darted from the banner, landing atop the crimson screen. It transformed into a massive, hideous humanoid entity with six arms and three eyes.

Zhao Sheng locked his gaze on the figure, his brow twitching as surprise flickered in his eyes.

"This is..."