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 ancient Blood Demon.

Were it not for my intervention, I fear every living soul upon the Southern Continent would suffer a harrowing catastrophe.

The number of lives that would be extinguished is beyond calculation.

"Let us first make short work of these Blood Demon Sect cultivators."

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

At that instant, a chilling glint flickered within Jiang Fan’s eyes.

He pinpointed one demonic practitioner from the Blood Demon Sect, draped in robes of crimson.

The cloth appeared as though it had been forged from coagulated blood.

A formidable Evil Qi and murderous intent radiated from his very being.

This individual from the Blood Demon Sect had butchered countless souls and consumed endless draughts of blood.

Thud!

A heartbeat later, Jiang Fan extended a finger with effortless grace.

Bloodline Divine Technique—Annihilate Nine Clans!

A silent stroke of black light wove into the Nascent Soul cultivator’s body.

The dreadful Soaring Snake poison triggered at once.

The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect perished instantly, completely oblivious to what had befallen him.

His eyes bulged, void of any understanding regarding his demise.

He felt only a singular, ruinous aura invade his flesh.

Then, the very vitality of his spirit and physical frame was utterly erased.

In the subsequent moment, his corpse slumped to the earth.

"Silver Blood Monster, what has transpired?!"

The nearby demon cultivators stood paralyzed, struck by utter bewilderment.

They cast disbelieving gazes at the lifeless remains of the Silver Blood Monster.

This man was a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect—cruel, vicious, and possessed of truly exceptional combat prowess.

Within the Demon Dao, he was notoriously difficult to oppose.

Yet, here he lay, silenced without so much as a sound.

The gathered demonic practitioners stood helpless, unable to discern the cause of their comrade's death.

A profound chill began to seep into their souls.

"An interloper! An assassin has struck down Silver Blood Monster!"

"Who would dare target him? What is happening?"

"Look there—these Blood Demon Sect brothers, they have all fallen dead."

"Absurd! Why would they perish simultaneously? Who is manipulating these events?"

Waves of panic surged through the minds of the demon cultivators.

They witnessed the Blood Demon Sect members nearby collapsing to the ground one after another.

Each corpse lay with eyes wide, filled with lingering grievances, having died without ever knowing their killer.

In truth, the carnage was not limited to those present here.

Across the entire Southern Continent, every practitioner of the Blood Demon Scripture had been infected with the Soaring Snake poison.

The bizarre toxin surged along the threads of causation like wildfire.

With a single breath, the entirety of the Blood Demon Sect’s forces was systematically annihilated.

Such is the horror of the Soaring Snake’s divine ability; those who cannot defy its poison will succumb, incurable and doomed.

"Heaven save us, the Blood Demon Sect cultivators have actually all perished."

"What manner of technique is this, specifically targeting the Blood Demon Sect?"

"Show yourself! Step into the light, for hiding is the way of a coward, not a hero!"

A frantic argument rippled through the gathered cultivators.

Dread gnawed at their hearts, filling them with unprecedented trepidation.

In all their long years, they had never witnessed such uncanny events.

They themselves wielded bizarre demonic methods, yet they were left wondering: how could this mystery be even more terrifying than the Dark Arts?

"How tedious."

Jiang Fan manifested before the throng, hovering amidst the void as he gazed down upon them.

A pulse of overwhelming pressure erupted from him, causing the very heavens to tremble.

A gargantuan Primordial Domain unfurled, encompassing tens of thousands of kilometers.

As Blood Demon Mountain surfaced, it felt as if a god had descended into the mortal realm.

What?!

The hair on the necks of the demon cultivators stood straight up as they stared in paralyzed terror at Jiang Fan.

A violent shivering gripped their bodies.

The mysterious cultivator appearing before them was simply too formidable.

The aura radiating from him was dense as a star, crushing them until breathing became a struggle.

As the Primordial Domain seized the void, they found their physical forms locked in place, imprisoned by unseen shackles.

"Who is this man? Could he be a Righteous Cultivator?"

"This power exceeds the Divinity Transformation level—could he be beyond it?"

"Impossible! The spiritual Qi of this world has only just begun to stir, how could one reach a level beyond Divinity Transformation this quickly? It is a farce!"

"Even if he hasn't moved beyond it, he must surely be at Divinity Transformation Perfection, or he could not possess such nightmarish strength."

"The Heavenly Dao is cruel! Why does the cultivation of these Righteous ones advance faster than our own? We have paid such a heavy price—why is this so?"

The Demon Cultivators burned with indignation and shock.

They felt bitter, believing the Heavenly Dao to be fundamentally unjust.

Truthfully, the Demon Cultivators labored with greater intensity and ambition in their pursuit of the Dao.

Yet, the Righteous path had achieved this level of dominance—what logic could justify such a reality?

Though the rapid progression of Demon cultivation often outpaced the Righteous path, their advancement to Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation was met with exponentially more brutal Thunder Tribulations.

Most demonic practitioners lacked the means to survive such trials.

Were it not for these constraints, the Demon Dao would likely have overtaken the world long ago, rather than remaining suppressed and hounded like stray curs.

"Die."

Jiang Fan regarded the assembly of Demon Cultivators with indifferent eyes.

A single glance released a torrent of oppressive force.

It descended upon the crowd like the grip of an invisible, mountainous hand.

Within the Primordial Domain, the cultivators stood trapped, unable to flee.

With a slight closing of his fist, their bodies burst into sprays of mist.

They were reduced to scattered piles of gore, shattered against the earth.

Whether they were Divinity Transformation or Nascent Soul practitioners, before this power, they were mere ants.

A Void Refining Cultivator stands at a vastly higher tier of existence, far removed from their pathetic level.

It could be said that these demon cultivators were unworthy of Jiang Fan even spending a magic spell upon them.

A simple glare sufficed to extinguish them.

Rumble~~~

In a fleeting moment, every demon cultivator within tens of thousands of kilometers had been wiped from existence.

Simultaneously, the Human Emperor Banner drank in their departing souls.

The essence of these practitioners became fuel for the banner, causing skeletal heads to manifest upon its surface.

These black skulls twisted in silent agony, mouths agape, though no scream could emerge from their void.

One could only sense the layers of resentment and fury radiating from their visages.

Yet, once ensnared by the Human Emperor Banner, their inner thoughts were of no consequence.

"How terrifying! Is this the true might of a Void Refining Cultivator?"

"A mere intention, and multiple Divinity Transformation Cultivators are wiped out completely."

"This is total annihilation."

The Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Cauldron was struck with disbelief by the spectacle.

One had to remember, a Divinity Transformation Cultivator was a patriarch of the Void Realm, capable of dictating the fate of a continent for millennia.

Beyond the simple exhaustion of their lifespan, there were few ways for such a being to die.

Other Divinity Transformation practitioners rarely had the capacity or the folly to engage in a mutually assured destruction.

Thus, they usually relied on words rather than blades, and their deaths were near-mythical events.

Yet here, three such masters—beings a Righteous force could scarcely contend with—were extinguished on a whim.

They were no more significant than mortals.

"This is purely natural; such is the power of a Void Refining Cultivator."

"At this realm, Divinity Transformation is rendered trivial."

"They command both the Power of the Void and the Domain itself."

"An average Divinity Transformation cultivator would likely face instant death should they cross a Void Refining practitioner."

"Furthermore, our master is no ordinary Void Refining practitioner, making his combat potential all the more monstrous."

The Demon-Vibrating Bell chimed with matter-of-fact coldness.

"Hmm?!"

At that moment, Jiang Fan noted a sudden shift at the altar atop Blood Demon Mountain.

Seeming to perceive the threat, the Blood Demon heart deep within the sanctum began to pulse with frantic intensity.