"My main body is currently stuck at the Cave Profound Realm, so my clone can only stay in the same place as well!"
Beyond the Nine Provinces, within the territory ruled by the Demonic Sect, the incarnation of the Demon Lord, revered by many demonic cultivators, looked down upon the bleeding mountains and rivers below. The mournful wails, desperate screams, and frenzied roars echoed in his ears.
This is a demonic cultivation sect, the Blood Moon Sect, a small sect under the Blood River Sect. The strongest person in its sect, the Blood Moon Sect Master, is at the Cave Profound Realm and can be revered as a Demon Lord by many demonic cultivators.
This Blood Moon Demon Lord is a veteran demon lord, and his reputation is widespread and renowned in the surrounding areas of the territory ruled by the Blood Moon Sect.
As a newly promoted Demon Lord, Feng Bingwen wouldn't have gone so far as to control his avatar to attack a Cave Profound Realm demon cultivator who was stationed in his own sect and had a geographical advantage.
However, he had just killed a demonic cultivator from the Blood Moon Sect, who was one of the few true disciples of the sect. Feng Bingwen extracted his soul and used the Netherworld Dao secret technique to glimpse some of the secrets within his soul.
The Blood Moon Demon Sect Master is about to fall into demonic possession, which is difficult to suppress. He can only rely on the sect's magic array to suppress his demonic nature. Moreover, because he has lived for too long, his lifespan is about to run out. Even if he has some life-extending methods that are against the will of Heaven, he cannot use them now because of his demonic possession.
For demonic cultivators, becoming a demon is an extremely terrifying thing. After all, they are called demonic cultivators only because the fundamental Taoist methods and cultivation techniques they practice are too cruel and brutal.
This cruelty is directed at others, not at oneself. These demonic cultivators, originally from the human race but expelled from the Nine Provinces by many sages of the human race, did so because they recklessly used their own kind as fuel for their cultivation.
The fundamental purpose of demonic cultivation is no different from that of immortal cultivation; both seek immortality. However, in order to achieve immortality and reach a higher realm, demonic cultivators will stop at nothing, killing their parents, sacrificing their relatives, and slaughtering their own kind.
As long as greater power can be obtained, all bottom lines can be trampled upon.
This is what demonic cultivation is all about!
However, despite their cruelty, they are still cultivators, just a group of immoral cultivators who are willing to abandon all moral principles in pursuit of immortality.
Therefore, becoming a demon is an extremely terrifying thing for demonic cultivators. Once they become a demon, they will lose their minds. They may experience a surge in cultivation, die on the spot, or self-destruct.
However, once one becomes possessed by a demon, no matter what form one takes, it has nothing to do with the cultivator anymore. The mind is devoured by demonic thoughts, and in the end, what survives is nothing more than an empty shell, and not even that remains.
Compared to immortal cultivators and martial artists, the proportion of demonic cultivators who fall into demonic possession is terrifyingly high. This is because demonic cultivators have too many quick ways to achieve enlightenment, and the surge in power can easily distort a cultivator's will, ultimately leading to their mind being devoured by the surging demonic nature.
Therefore, in the eyes of many demonic cultivators, becoming the incarnation of the Demon Lord Feng Bingwen in just a few years also carries a high risk of falling into demonic possession; of course, it is only a risk.
Throughout the history of demonic cultivation, there have been many true demonic seeds who have reached extremely high levels in a very short period of time.
No matter how cruel the demonic techniques used to forcibly elevate their realm, they remain consistent, and their ever-increasing power cannot shake their minds and will; in fact, it is extremely in harmony with their thoughts.
This is a born demonic cultivator!
Feng Bingwen is not a demonic cultivator. He is simply protected by the realm of his original body. Even if he uses any means to increase his power, his mind will not be corrupted by demonic thoughts, let alone become a demon.
But if one goes a step further and uses demonic methods to create a blessed land and advance to the level of an Earth Immortal, the demonic thoughts could definitely use the incarnation to backfire on the original body. It's hard to say what would happen then.
However, this situation is impossible, because the cultivation level of the main body is an insurmountable shackle. No matter how much the avatar cultivates, it can never surpass the main body, because they are originally one. If the avatar has enlightenment, the main body will only advance together.
Even during the promotion process, it will devour all the hard-earned resources accumulated by the incarnation in the demonic realm over the years, turning them into resources for promotion and building a deeper foundation.
"Roar! You brat, you've gone too far!"
Amidst the mountains and rivers strewn with withered blood and corpses, a roar of uncontrollable rage suddenly resounded. Then, a powerful demonic force, so strong it distorted the mountains, changed the color of the sky and earth, and cracked the ground, erupted from this hidden cave.
Under the brutal slaughter of some ghosts and vengeful spirits enslaved by Feng Bingwen, the Blood Moon Sect disciples who were lucky enough to survive had just shown joy on their faces. However, in the blink of an eye, due to their insufficient strength, under the pressure of the unrestrained and reckless release of demonic power, their bodies exploded, and all the blood in their bodies was drawn out, turning them into dried corpses that fell to the ground.
The extracted blood transformed into serpentine tendrils, surging into the bursting cavern and then entering the body of a twisted, grotesque monster that had lost all semblance of human form.
"Greetings, Senior Blood Moon!"
Upon seeing this demonic cultivator who had finally revealed his presence, Feng Bingwen's avatar wore a joyful smile.
After learning that this demonic cultivator was in trouble, he disguised himself in various forms to gather information. He eventually confirmed that the information was most likely true, so he devised a hunting plan: to storm the mountain gate, slaughter the disciples, and force the demon lord to reveal himself.
This is certainly not because this Demon Lord is overly protective of his own or values his own lineage so much.
Demonic cultivators generally do not regard those humans who cannot cultivate as their own kind, but rather as resources for cultivation, as two-legged sheep, or livestock that resemble them.
This concept is even more pronounced among the more powerful demonic cultivators. They don't even consider cultivators with low strength as their own kind. When they establish sects and pass down their lineages, it's often just to collect resources for cultivation.
The Blood Moon Sect is a typical demonic sect. From top to bottom, from elders to disciples, no matter their status, in the eyes of the Blood Moon Demon Lord, they are nothing more than resources for his cultivation and healing.
Of course, when doing such things, they would try to cover it up and find some plausible reasons, because if they went too far, the sect would lose its new blood.
Therefore, when Feng Bingwen stormed into such a small sect and frantically slaughtered the disciples, taking away their souls, this demon lord, who was already in poor condition, was extremely angry.
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It's like a hardworking farmer who braves wind, frost, heat, hunger, cold, and fatigue to diligently grow vegetables and grains, only harvesting when needed. But now a robber breaks in and recklessly harvests the crops, even digging up the roots. How can this be tolerated?
"A newly promoted junior?! How dare you!"
Seemingly enraged by Feng Bingwen's arrogant attitude, the Demon Lord, whose figure could only be vaguely seen as a crescent moon over a hazy, blood-red lake, rose up, illuminating the hundred-mile stretch of mountains and rivers and dyeing the sky and earth a scarlet red.
"Let me see what you're capable of, that you dare to destroy my lineage!"
As the words seemed to contain boundless rage, the blood moon that had risen into the sky suddenly plummeted, leaving trails of crimson ripples that spread across the heavens, distorting the void and cracking it open, threatening to crush Feng Bingwen and the mountain he stood on.
"Um!"
Looking up at the blood moon overhead, which seemed to grow larger and larger, as if it would crush him, Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky. His face, which was bright red under the scarlet moonlight, showed a strange expression.
Then, dressed in a long, dark robe, with countless ghosts wandering and occasionally appearing in his hands, the Demon Lord clenched his fist. Fine, bony scales appeared on his hands, and in the blink of an eye, the Demon Lord's hands lost all connection with humans, becoming veritable demonic claws.
boom!
Boundless eerie light shot into the sky, piercing through the blood moon in an instant. The crimson moon, capable of destroying mountains and rivers within a hundred miles, shattered into pieces, and the crimson phenomenon that had stained half the sky also vanished.
"To be old and not die is to be a thief. Even though a demon lord nearing his end is about to succumb to demonic possession, he still retains his rationality. He is indeed not to be underestimated!"
As Feng Bingwen sighed and shook his head, a pair of metallic bone wings suddenly pierced through his clothes and grew out from behind him. Then, scarlet flesh and skin grew between the bones, and finally, feathers as hard as divine iron covered the flesh and fascia.
Wow!
Like a black roc, Feng Bingwen soared into the sky, his deep eyes locking onto a certain spot. With a ferocious smile, he swooped down.
That blood moon just now was nothing but an illusion. It looked impressive, but it was actually just a trick used by the Blood Moon Demon Lord to divert attention. His true body had already disappeared and fled.
As for his anger, it was nothing more than a facade. Although the lineage he had painstakingly built up had been completely wiped out, which made him very angry, this anger had not yet made him lose all reason and want to fight to the death.
As long as he can survive this ordeal and suppress the demonic thoughts, within a hundred years, he can rebuild a sect that will serve him wholeheartedly and grant him whatever he asks for.
The reason I showed myself was because I couldn't hide any longer. Knowing that I had been discovered, I simply made a show of myself, made a feint, and then turned and ran.
After all, he is not in good condition right now, and even if he is a demonic cultivator, once he reaches a high level, he will try to avoid fighting with cultivators of the same level. Demonic cultivators also need to live a long life. If they are constantly fighting to the death, what is the point of seeking immortality?
Fighting and vying for power is something only those unqualified and hopeless minor cultivators do. They can only defy fate and gain a sliver of opportunity to achieve immortality by fighting and killing.
Although the vast majority will turn into withered bones under the feet of other demonic cultivators, with such a large number, every now and then one or two demonic powerhouses will be born who, with their incompetent aptitude, will step onto the path of immortality.
The descent of such a demon, whose deeds will be sung throughout the demonic realm, will undoubtedly inspire more demonic cultivators to fight.
So what if someone's talent is lacking? I'll just steal the opportunities from those with exceptional talent—those who clearly have better talent than me but were still killed by me are just trash. I might as well give them the chance.
It is precisely because of this cruel method of raising Gu that, although the territory of the demonic path is extremely small compared to the Nine Continents occupied by the orthodox human race, it still occupies a place in this world.
"Senior Blood Moon, I've found you!"
The Demon Lord, with his black wings spread, drifted across the sky, and wherever he passed, the black mist of vengeful spirits that could drive any demon cultivator below the Yuan Dan realm mad was dispersed.
Because on this Demon Lord's wings, each feather contains the soul of at least one demon cultivator, and those wings contain at least tens of thousands of demon cultivator souls.
When this Demon Lord flaps his wings, a portion of the souls of these demon cultivators is drawn and added to these wings, giving Feng Bingwen's avatar power comparable to, or even surpassing, that of the Peng bird.
Burning blood essence, burning soul essence, burning lifespan, etc., are relatively common life-threatening methods among demonic cultivators, which can often unleash the limit of power of the current realm.
Having risen to the top by stepping on the bones of countless demonic cultivators, Feng Bingwen was naturally skilled in these techniques as well.
However, for the elders, this kind of life-risking method can already be used as a regular tactic. It's just that it consumes a lot of energy, but that's okay, they can replenish it at any time. After all, they are using other people's souls and blood essence, not their own.
"You are a formidable young man! Your skills are something even I, an old man, am ashamed of!"
The crimson waning moon rose again, and within the full moon, a young man dressed in a blood-red robe appeared. He appeared to be in his prime, but the air of decay, corruption, and madness about him could not be concealed.
"Where? I am a junior student and I still have much to learn from you, senior. I have just created a new Purgatory and I do not know its power. I was just about to ask you to give me some pointers. Would you be willing to come in and take a look?"
A humble smile graced Feng Bingwen's face. Then, a lifeless yet exceptionally noisy and bustling purgatory slowly unfolded behind him.
The wailing river of souls, the silent volcano, the forest of human skin and bones, the ghost city of the underworld... Thousands upon thousands of souls struggle amidst the many strange phenomena of this infernal realm, yet they cannot escape and can only let out painful howls.
"...Which faction nurtured you as a true demon seed?"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord's voice trembled slightly as he looked at the purgatory that was turning from nothingness into reality.
"Senior, you've already wasted a lot of my time, don't make things worse for yourself!"
Feng Bingwen sighed, no longer having any intention of getting entangled with this old ghost. The purgatory scroll that was slowly unfolding behind him suddenly expanded, instantly encompassing this demon lord. Accompanied by a moment of tremors and roars, a blood-red crescent moon slowly rose into the dark sky of this purgatory.
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