Evil Demon Forest, the Holy Spirit Cult's Secret Art!

White World, the Evil Demon Forest.

Holding the Asura Demon Sword, Huo Yuhao stepped into the most sinister and eerie Soul Beast habitat in the Sun Moon Empire.

Before he had even reached the forest's core, an overwhelmingly thick stench of blood hit him in the face.

Huo Yuhao's footsteps paused for a moment.

Mixed into the bloody stench were the resentment of countless living beings on the verge of death and the wails of their shattered souls.

An ordinary person who stayed here for even a short while would likely have their mind corroded by that resentment, becoming a madman who knew only slaughter.

But to Huo Yuhao, this resentment had no effect whatsoever.

For what he possessed was hatred and killing intent deeper still than those resentful souls'!

"Killing intent, the stench of blood, resentment..."

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold smile.

"Just as I thought. In this world where all beings are equal, you Evil Soul Masters are the ones most like fish in water."

"But that works out well. It saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one!"

As he ventured deeper, the light in the forest grew dimmer and dimmer, and the resentment in the air nearly condensed into substance.

Countless resentful souls wandered among the trees, but when they sensed the killing intent around Huo Yuhao, vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood...

They scattered with shrieks, fleeing as though they had encountered their natural enemy.

Huo Yuhao paid them no heed and walked straight ahead.

With every step he took, the killing intent around him grew more intense, and the blood-colored ice crystals beneath his feet spread a little farther.

In the deepest reaches of the Evil Demon Forest, a palace built entirely of black granite stood underground.

Countless deathly pale soul-conducting crystals were set into its dome, casting a ghostly light over the entire underground palace.

This was the holy land of the Evil Soul Masters, a place whose mere mention made every Soul Master on the continent turn pale.

The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult!

Divine punishment had descended, making all beings equal and reducing every Soul Master's cultivation on the continent to zero.

But for Evil Soul Masters, what they relied on to survive had never been Soul Power, but the flesh and souls of living beings.

Using the Evil Soul Masters' secret arts to devour flesh and refine resentful souls allowed their cultivation to advance a thousand miles in a single day.

For this band of Evil Soul Master lunatics, the world as it now stood was a paradise blessed by heaven itself.

And at this moment, the stench of blood in the Holy Spirit Cult's great hall was so thick it had nearly taken substance.

The supreme cult leader Ye Xishui, the cult leader Zhongli Wu, and the cult's elders, who had once been Titled Douluo.

Every one of them had already raised their cultivation to level ten using the Holy Spirit Cult's secret art.

Even Long Xiaoyao, whom Ye Xishui had firmly under her thumb, had been forced by her to use this evil secret art to raise his own cultivation.

But level ten was already their limit.

To break through any further, they needed to absorb Soul Rings.

And that was precisely where the problem lay.

The cultivation of all Soul Beasts had likewise been reduced to zero by divine punishment!

The Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest and all the other major Soul Beast habitats were now cultivating from the beginning.

Even if Soul Beasts could accelerate their growth by hunting one another,

there was simply no way for any Soul Beast to cultivate to the hundred-year level in such a short time.

The Holy Spirit Cult had sent out countless people and searched nearly every corner of the Evil Demon Forest, yet they had not found a single Hundred-Year Soul Beast.

Surely a once-mighty Limit Douluo couldn't absorb a Ten-Year Soul Ring as her First Soul Ring, could she?

If word got out, Ye Xishui would be laughed at for the rest of her life!

So the Holy Spirit Cult came up with a method.

First, they would use the Holy Spirit Cult's secret art and bloody sacrifices to forcibly raise a Soul Beast's cultivation.

Once the Soul Beast reached a sufficient age, they would kill it and obtain its Soul Ring.

But this method not only required tremendous effort to capture live Soul Beasts,

it also required a vast amount of flesh and resentful souls as nourishment. The entire process was exceedingly complicated.

And to keep the captive Soul Beast under control and prevent it from resisting after its cultivation increased, they also had to make some special preparations.

At this moment, an array piled together from ghastly bones was slowly revolving in the very center of the great hall.

Dark red blood flowed through every line of the array.

At its center, a massive Evil Eye Tyrant was struggling wildly.

Its entire body was an eerie silvery gray, and its thick tentacles lashed incessantly at the array's curtain of light.

Its enormous vertical pupil was filled with towering resentment and venom.

He had originally been the Evil Eye Tyrant Dominator's own son, a mighty hundred-thousand-year Evil Eye Tyrant!

In the past, even Zhongli Wu, the Holy Spirit Cult's leader, had to address him respectfully as "Lord Evil Eye" and treat him like a revered ancestor.

But now, he had become "material" for the Holy Spirit Cult to raise for a Soul Ring.

Countless pieces of flesh and resentful souls turned into streams of blood-colored air, pouring into his body without end and forcibly raising his cultivation.

Once they had "fed" him to four hundred years of cultivation, it would be time to slaughter him and obtain his Soul Ring.

This was called fattening him up before the slaughter!

He struggled desperately, only for the bone array to suppress him even more fiercely.

Chains pieced together from human finger bones reached out of the array and bound his thick tentacles fast.

No matter how hard he unleashed his spiritual attacks, he could only raise ripple after ripple on the array's curtain of light.

"Zhongli Wu, you shameless humans!"

The Evil Eye Tyrant's furious spiritual fluctuations echoed through the great hall.

"You broke our agreement!"

"Our Evil Eye Clan and your Holy Spirit Cult never infringed upon each other in the slightest, and for all these years we even guarded your headquarters."

"Yet you dared to capture me and raise me like a force-fed duck, only to slaughter me once I'm fat!"

"When my father recovers his cultivation, he'll slaughter every last one of your Holy Spirit Cult, from top to bottom!"

Hearing the Evil Eye Tyrant's furious curses, Zhongli Wu, who stood beside the array, gave a cold laugh.

"Lord Evil Eye, please calm yourself."

"The world has changed now. All beings are equal, so naturally those old agreements no longer count."

"The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. That is the only truth in this world now."

"Wouldn't you agree?"

"Well said."

Just then, however, a voice so indifferent it seemed utterly devoid of emotion suddenly rang out in the great hall.

"The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. That is indeed the truth now."

"Only, by that truth, the once-powerful Holy Spirit Cult has now become incomparably weak."

"So there's no need for any of you to exist anymore!"

The instant those words fell, the temperature in the great hall plummeted!

Countless blood-colored snowflakes appeared out of thin air. Each was like a sharp blade, shredding the bloody stench in the hall to pieces.

The Holy Spirit Cult's many Evil Soul Masters turned pale with shock and looked toward the voice.

At the entrance to the great hall, a white-haired young man carrying a blood-colored greatsword was walking toward them, one step at a time.

His disheveled white hair fluttered in the blood-colored blizzard, and killing intent surged to the heavens in his blood-colored Eyes of Asura!

"Huo Yuhao?!"