"Where are they?" Hentian asked.
Nie Zhen coughed, and a pool of blood appeared on the ground.
"Reporting to the Ancestor, they are inside Liuyun Courtyard, being forcibly taken by the Drought Demon and unable to leave." Nie Zhen pressed his head against the cold ground, suppressing the pain of coughing but being unable to cough, and said slowly and solemnly.
His ancestor disliked his disciples being flustered in the face of trouble. Nie Zhen knew he had made a grave mistake. He had handled the matter poorly, causing the Nie family's century-long efforts to be reduced to ashes and almost putting his ancestor in jail. He deserved to die.
Hentian snorted coldly, and a gust of wind swept through the room, leaving no trace of him.
Liuyun Courtyard.
The two humans and the demon were exhausted, while the drought demon grew stronger with each battle.
"I can't hold on any longer," Ji Xiaoxiao said calmly.
Master Jingyun and Master Huaikong remained silent; when they did speak, they were immediately deflated.
Time passed second by second, and the drought demon broke through their suppression.
Master Jingyun and Master Huaikong coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, their ashen faces devoid of color. Their hands and feet trembled, their limbs aching and weak from the shockwave of the drought demon's outburst. Ji Xiaoxiao hovered in the air, her spiritual body transparent and ethereal, more than twice as large as before.
The drought demon was furious, its sharp nails growing half an inch longer, and its body was engulfed in scorching flames. Within an inch of its body, the land turned into magma, bubbling and gurgling.
An angry person is terrifying, and a raging demon is unstoppable.
Master Jingyun and Master Huaikong stared intently at the drought demon, having already made their decision.
The first person to expose himself was Master Huai Kong.
Master Huai Kong's cultivation level is at the seventh grade of the upper class, which is comparable to powerful experts like Hen Tian. However, the power of a highly talented cultivator's self-destruction can cause an unsuspecting expert at the Heavenly Human Realm to stumble.
With a deafening roar, Master Huaikong exploded, severing half of the drought demon's body.
The drought demon collapsed, its remaining half-body bleeding black blood.
“Benefactor Lou Yu.” Daoist Jingyun called over Ji Xiaoxiao. “Benefactor Lou Yu, I may not be able to wait for my master to come to my rescue. This is a token of my sect. Take it and leave this place as soon as possible. Head east and keep heading east. You will find a deep mountain, and inside is the Li Tian Dao Palace.”
Before Master Jingyun could explain, he forcefully placed a jade pendant into Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, and then pushed her away, sending Ji Xiaoxiao out of the Nie family.
Unbeknownst to Ji Xiaoxiao, who had just left the Nie family, Hentian arrived three seconds after she left.
"It really is you, Hentian." Daoist Jingyun coughed up blood. "In order to improve your cultivation and advance your realm, you have caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people. You are unworthy to be a disciple of my Litian Dao Palace."
Hentian easily suppressed the drought demon, and with a gentle pinch of his hand, half of the drought demon's body shattered into nothingness.
“Those who cultivate the Tao are meant to fight against the heavens, to break free from the constraints, rules and regulations set by the heavens, to be unrestrained and soar beyond the nine heavens. My slaughter of ten thousand people is merely one battle in my struggle against heaven and earth.”
“Junior Nephew Jingyun, you have cultivated for decades and have advanced to the sixth level of the upper grade at a young age. This is undoubtedly due to your outstanding talent, but the cultivation methods, spiritual weapons and spirit stones provided by your sect are the most important factors. Even a skillful cook cannot cook without rice. Without the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao Palace, no matter how talented you are, it will be difficult for you to become successful and powerful.”
"But have you ever thought about where your cultivation techniques, magical artifacts, and spirit stones came from?"
Hentian smiled slightly at the half-dead Daoist Jingyun, his demeanor gentle and refined. But to Daoist Jingyun, it was like a colossal beast opening its mouth to devour the heavens and the earth.
"That was taken from someone else." Hentian grabbed at the sky. "In this world, it's always a matter of life or death. You possess endless cultivation resources, but that's because you took them from others. Because of you, they are trapped on the path of cultivation, destined to become nothing but skeletons a hundred years later. You didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of you. We are all people with countless lives on our hands, so why do you portray me as a ruthless demon?"
Hentian treats humanity as merely a cultivation resource; he uses techniques, spiritual artifacts, and spirit stones as they come, and if they're not important, he simply seeks them out again. To fight against heaven and earth and ultimately achieve victory, he must remain forever invincible.
For this reason, he would stop at nothing.
Master Jingyun said coldly, "Nonsense, Hentian, don't forget that you were once an ordinary person too."
Are those who cultivate the Tao not human? Does that give them the right to slaughter living beings at will?
Hentian never expected that an ordinary person could understand his great ideas. He had anticipated Jingyun Daoist's reaction. "I've wasted so much time talking to you, Nephew Jingyun, it's time for you to get going."
Master Jingyun calmly responded, slapping the ground with his palm and using the force to lunge at Hentian.
"A last-ditch effort?" Hentian scoffed. "Overestimating yourself."
The next moment, Hentian paused slightly.
"Self-destruct," said Hentian.
Master Jingyun held onto Hentian, looked up, and his expression was firm.
"You won't even spare the soul, Nephew Jingyun, do you want to be reduced to ashes and never be reborn?" Hentian said calmly. "Even so, you should know that this will not work on me."
"Your cultivation is profound, and your strength is unfathomable, but I want you to show your true colors."
"You want to...?"
After Master Jingyun finished speaking, he immediately detonated his body and soul. There was no explosive wave. Master Jingyun's self-destruction was extremely calm and unmoved. There was only a dragon and snake totem engraved on Hentian's forehead and that was it.
"【Life and Death Tracking】," Hentian said through gritted teeth, "a forbidden technique of the Mintian lineage."
【Life and Death Tracking】is a spell where the caster sacrifices their own soul to carve a totem signifying "I am a bad person" onto the face of the target. This is generally the last resort for those who know they are doomed and hope that their elders or teachers will avenge them.
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