Volume 1, Chapter 171: Flesh and Blood Altar
Bang!
The cyan sword light slashed through the waves of devil qi, hurtling toward the giant, hideous head formed by countless冤魂 (ghosts).
All the ghosts composing the head wailed in unison. It opened its mouth wide, biting down on the cyan light and swallowing it whole.
Only then did the Netherworld Cult Master exhale, staring at Lin Yu in disbelief.
To think a mere Void Transformation Realm Level 1 warrior had already grasped the laws of the Sword Dao—something only warriors above Spirit Condensation Realm could achieve!
He'd been confident in killing Lin Yu, but now doubt crept in.
Ch嗤! (Chi!)
Hundreds of cyan lights suddenly burst from the giant head, shooting out of each ghost's mouth. The head let out a痛苦的惨叫 (painful shriek), shaking wildly as cyan lights sprayed in all directions.
The ghosts withered and vanished as the cyan lights pierced them. In an instant, the狰狞的 (ferocious) head dissolved before the Cult Master.
Before he could react, the Wind Control Sword—surging with cyan light—whistled through his chest, arcing back to Lin Yu.
The devil qi around the Cult Master faded, leaving him hunched like a dying old man. Blood poured from his chest, pooling at his feet. Lin Yu's strike had shattered his heart meridian; even as a Void Transformation Realm warrior, he could only feel his life force draining.
"Hehe! Lord Demon God will never forgive you!" The Cult Master grinned maniacally. A black qi surged from his forehead, shooting into Lin Yu's before he could react. With that, the Cult Master collapsed.
The black qi was a death curse, meant to draw the Demon God's gaze. Given the chance, the Demon God would descend to kill Lin Yu.
As the curse entered Lin Yu's sea of consciousness, he felt a malicious gaze—filled with hatred, anger, and killing intent—like a bone-deep parasite. But having faced such curses before, Lin Yu didn't flinch. Lord Cauldron acted instantly, wiping out the curse before the gaze could linger.
Lin Yu sighed in relief, swinging his sword. Golden flames erupted, incinerating the valley's black mist. He summoned the Divine Devouring Cauldron with a laugh: "Lord Cauldron, these demon cultivators are yours."
The cauldron rippled with starlight, devouring the Netherworld Cult Master, Elder Grand, and all the fallen demon cultivators.
"Heh! More demon cultivators like these, and I'll have you advancing to Void Transformation Realm Level 2 in no time!" Lord Cauldron cackled, pleased with the haul.
"Lord Cauldron, Level 2 isn't easy. Don't worry—once we leave Spirit Mountain, I'll head to Penglai Continent. If even direct descendants of the Fan Yang Liu family among the Five Clans and Seven Prominences practice demon arts, there must be more demon cultivators hidden there."
Lin Yu chuckled,收起 (stowed) the cauldron and turning to leave the valley.
Deep in Spirit Mountain's boundless forest, thousands of zhang of trees had been felled, leaving a stark clearing. A group of black-robed warriors stood around, gazing in awe at the flesh and blood altar at its center, built from thousands of demonic beast corpses.
"Bring up the sacrifices!"
A burly, black-robed elder stood before the altar, his gaze sweeping the surrounding warriors. Black-robed cultivators herded hundreds of warriors like sheep to the altar.
"W-what do you want?"
"Demon cultivators! They're going to blood sacrifice us!"
"Dammit! I should've fought to the death if I knew!"
At the sight of the altar, the warriors erupted. Even the dullest realized their fate—they'd been captured to be sacrifices.
"Silence!" The elder's bark thundered, leaving the warriors reeling.
"Fight! We must escape—staying means death!" One warrior shouted, urging unity.
"Want to escape? Then you'll be the first sacrifice to the Demon God." The elder laughed, grabbing the rebel with devil qi and dragging him forward.
"Damned demon cultivators! Kill me if you dare! Someone will avenge me and slaughter you all!" The warrior spat defiantly.
The elder's eyes turned cold. He slapped the warrior's head, unleashing devil qi to kill him. "Lord Demon God, followers of the Blood Moon Demon Cult offer this flesh and blood sacrifice. Feast freely. If pleased, grant us blessings to find more sacrifices!"
He tossed the body onto the altar, then turned to the others. "Bring the sacrifices to the altar!"
Blood Moon Cult members grinned wildly, slaying warriors like lambs and flinging them onto the altar. Soon, hundreds of bodies piled high. Led by the elder, all cultivators knelt, chanting incantations to commune with the Demon God.
As they chanted, devil qi rose from them, forming a black pillar that pierced the void and entered the Demon Realm. The pillar was visible for hundreds of li, its devil qi overwhelming.
Suddenly, the black pillar trembled violently. A bloody pillar descended, swallowing the black one and striking the altar. The warriors' corpses on the altar vanished rapidly, as if devoured by invisible beasts.