The dilapidated secret realm, the ferocious beast battlefield, and the spatial rifts everywhere had all become training grounds for the disciples. Every day was filled with high-intensity slaughter, uninterrupted combat, and life-or-death struggles. They did not pursue breakthroughs in cultivation realm; instead, they sought only to temper their killing techniques, hone their state of mind, adapt to bloody battles, and raise their survival rates.
Bleeding and sustaining injuries had already become the norm, and scars covered in wounds were badges of honor. No one complained, and no one shrank back. Every single disciple knew in their hearts that the great battle three months later was not about contending for fortuitous encounters or sect sparring; it was the ultimate decisive battle of life and death, the destruction of their realm and the annihilation of humanity.
Lin Feng anchored Tianyuan City, took charge of the overall situation, and coordinated battle preparations without a single moment of sleep or rest, attending to every matter personally.
He knew deep down that the demonic energy of the Devil Race was overbearing, malevolent, and sinister. It eroded divine souls, corrupted Dao foundations, and suppressed all methods. The orthodox cultivation techniques and killing arts of ordinary cultivators were drastically reduced in power and crumbled at a single blow before the dense demonic energy. Once infected by demonic energy, the light consequence was a damaged Dao heart and completely ruined cultivation, while the heavy consequence was demonic corruption, madness, and turning to slaughter one another.
To prevent this, he held nothing back and completely opened up his own heritage. He meticulously disassembled and deduced the core mental cultivation methods, purification incantations, and demon-subduing profound meanings treasured for ten thousand years within the God Emperor Scripture-those specifically designed to restrain Outer Realm Demonic Energy-and imparted them in full to