Within a radius of a hundred thousand li, heaven and earth twisted, tribulation energy surged, and blade intent ran rampant in every direction.
Lin Baichuan was like a killing god descending upon the world. With the Jingzhe Blade in hand, he crushed his way through, drawing upon the terrifying might of laws and turning this stretch of mountains and rivers spanning a hundred thousand li into a great tomb.
A great tomb of Blade Qi, burying all living beings beneath heaven and earth.
"Ah... damned Lin Baichuan, you will die a miserable death. My Demon Race will not let you go. I'll wait for you within reincarnation..."
"Lin Baichuan, are you determined to fight my Spirit Race to the death?"
"Kill! Burn our lifespan and fight to the death..."
"Spare us... spare us..."
Within the Calamity Prison Blade Realm, shrill screams rang out without end. Pleas for mercy, curses, and furious roars echoed incessantly.
Yet Lin Baichuan remained utterly unmoved. Wielding the Jingzhe Blade, he slaughtered his way through, cutting them down as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. No one could stop him.
Whether they begged for mercy or fought desperately, he killed them all.
Wherever he went, not even chickens or dogs were left alive.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick.
Heaven and earth fell into dead silence. Within this expanse of a hundred thousand li, other than Lin Baichuan, not a single living soul remained.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, making hearts tremble.
Merit +42.37 cauldrons
The next moment, the system notification refreshed.
Lin Baichuan swept his gaze over it and was immediately overjoyed. His merit had finally surpassed one hundred.
With that thought, his attention naturally fell upon the system panel.
``` Merit: 109.32 cauldrons