In a dark, deathly silent starfield, a Blood Robe Daoist sat cross-legged.
Before the Blood Robe Daoist, a longsword floated in the air.
Beside the longsword, ten blood dragons roared viciously, their waves of furious howls faintly resembling the roars of kings such as Magic Leaf King and King Sha Yi.
Their voices brimmed with venomous hatred and unwillingness. Any one of those roaring ripples could instantly slaughter a Nascent Soul level sect.
"Magic Leaf King, stop struggling."
"It's useless."
Jiang Ding's expression was calm as he formed one hand seal after another, suppressing the agitation of the ten blood dragons. "Back when you casually massacred millions of slave races, why didn't you feel such intense unwillingness and hatred?"
"Now that it's your turn, your reaction is rather fierce."
"But it's useless. Enjoy it obediently."
As one hand seal after another descended, the ten blood dragons, endlessly roaring with ferocious might towering into the heavens, gradually quieted. They were cast into the Blood River Sword, where the countless fine Blood River Sword Qi within wore them away, devoured them, and erased all the resentment and unwillingness of their former lives, leaving behind only pure blood essence and soul essence.
Of course, this purity was relative.
At deeper and more microscopic levels, there would inevitably still be many remnants. Absolute purity could never be achieved; this was a flaw that the blood path and demonic path could never escape.
This was why demonic cultivators so easily suffered Qi Deviation.
In terms of purity, this foreign blood and power could never compare to the mana that cultivators themselves continuously tempered and accumulated.
This was the true meaning of orthodox cultivation: slow at first, then swift; deep accumulation followed by explosive release.
Jiang Ding cast down hand seals one after another, forcibly stuffing