The Demon Saint Fei Lian rules over Myriad Bird Races in the Primordial Wilderness. He is resolute and decisive, even somewhat cold-hearted.
After returning to their Ancestral Land —a colossal floating divine mountain suspended above the Nine Heavens Gale Wind Layer —they did not linger for a moment.
As the authoritative and chilling command resounded throughout every avian tribe, a Great Wind affecting countless lives began.
All those burdened by karma and burdened by Karma, regardless of their status within the clan or the closeness of their blood ties, are forcibly recalled.
Like moths drawn to a net, streaks of light rose from all corners of the Primordial Wilderness, carrying bewilderment, fear, or arrogance, and converged on the giant martial arts arena paved with Yin Thunder Mystic Stone in the center of the divine mountain.
In just a few hundred years, the once empty training ground has become crowded and noisy.
Tens of thousands, even trillions of lives, are gathered here.
Their cultivation levels range from lowly Earth Immortals and Heavenly Immortal to powerful Golden Immortal and Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
They come in all shapes and sizes, some with wings that blot out the sky, others with bodies as swift as lightning, but what they have in common is the dense black aura that is visible to the naked eye emanating from their bodies!
That was the filthy miasma manifested from karma, clinging to their spirits and bodies like maggots clinging to bones, emanating a nauseating aura of misfortune and decay.
"May I ask, Ancestor, what is the reason for your urgent summons of us back?"
An Innate Lifeform being with dark golden wings on its back and a cultivation level at the Early Taiyi Golden Immortal stepped forward from the crowd, suppressing its unease, and asked loudly.
He was a powerful elder of the Cloud Sculpture Clan, and was known for his courage.
The figure of the Fei Lian was like a cold, iron-cast mountain peak, perched high on the throne in the clouds.
Looking down at the dark, swarming, foul-smelling race below, his face remained expressionless, as cold and indifferent as a block of ancient ice.
Initially, his decision regarding Qing Huan Di Jun was based solely on obedience to orders. However, when the filthy karmic black energy, as vast as an abyss, gathered from the bodies of countless beings and assaulted his Spiritual Sense without any concealment, he truly felt the terror deep within his soul!
That is no longer an abstract concept, but a tangible malignant tumor that can erode the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, distort the minds of living beings, and drag the entire race into the abyss of Destruction!
"Ha ha!"
The laughter of the Fei Lian was like the clang of metal on metal, icy and chilling, without a trace of warmth.
"What is it? You are burdened with heavy sins and karmic obstacles, like rotten flesh to a body, or turbid water to a clear spring!"
As long as you exist, you are constantly eroding the very foundation of our Demon Race Fortune!
Today, I, your ancestor, by the supreme decree of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, hereby expel you all from the demon race!
From this moment forward, your lives, deaths, fortunes, and misfortunes will have absolutely no connection with the demon race! The Demon Race Fortune will also be completely severed from you!
This cold-blooded verdict, like a million thunderbolts, exploded in the crowded training ground!
After a brief silence, came a deafening uproar and incredulous roars!
"What?! Expelled from the demon race?!"
"Ancestor! What crime have we committed? Over the years, we have fought and bled for the demon race, expanding our territory and making countless contributions. How can we be subjected to such severe punishment for fabricated charges?!"
"We refuse to accept this! We refuse to accept this! We must see His Majesty the Demon Emperor and demand justice!"
"Yes! We want to see His Majesty! We beg His Majesty to uphold justice!"
The waves of doubt, anger, grievance, and despair grew louder and louder.
The eyes of the billions of people instantly turned blood red, the fear of being abandoned and the immense sense of injustice igniting a violent fire in their hearts.
Countless gazes, filled with resentment and madness, shot towards the cold figure in the clouds like tangible arrows.
The intense karmic black energy, stirred by emotions, surged even more violently, showing a tendency to spiral out of control and transform into Demonic Flame.
"Hmph! How dare you!"
Fei Lian let out a cold snort, which exploded like thunder from the heavens deep within the primordial spirit of every living being. The terrifying pressure of Quasi-Sage descended like a divine mountain weighing billions of jin!
In an instant, more than 70% of the low-level creatures in the training ground were pinned to the ground, their bones shattering and unable to move, before they could even utter a scream!
Even the air seemed to freeze into a solid mass!
Looking at the heated scene below, his eyes were as cold as knives:
"Trying to rebel? You bunch of useless trash burdened with karmic debts?"
I'm not afraid to tell you, it was His Majesty the Demon Emperor personally ordered you to be expelled from the sect! Look at yourselves, your karmic black energy is as thick as ink, and its stench is overwhelming!
Slaughtering the innocent, plundering the source of life, destroying the spiritual veins of mountains and rivers, disrupting the order of heaven and earth... Which of these acts wasn't your doing? Don't you truly have any self-awareness whatsoever?
"Anyone who dares to utter another sound will be annihilated, body and soul, forever condemned to eternal damnation!"
A chilling killing intent swept across the entire area like a tangible cold wave, silencing any remaining clamor.
The threat of death temporarily extinguished the most raging anger, leaving only heavy breathing and resentful growls echoing in the karmic black aura.
"Ancestor... is this action too... cruel?"
A Demon Gods named Lei Peng, clad in lightning feathers and exuding a powerful aura, stepped forward with a heavy heart, his face showing reluctance and worry.
He was one of Fei Lian's most capable generals.
"After all... these were once members of our demon race."
Such a large-scale expulsion may chill the hearts of soldiers on all sides, shake the foundation of our demon race, and lead to disunity! I hope the Ancestor will reconsider!
Fei Lian's icy gaze instantly fixed on Lei Peng's face, sharp as a tangible blade:
"Unstable foundations? Disloyal and disaffected?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Lei Peng! You only see the pain of being expelled, but you don't see how these rotting flesh and festering sores are Luck!"
These things exist like ink dripping into a clear spring!
If this is not eliminated today, the entire river of Luck will be completely tainted and dried up! Who will be responsible then?
"Is it you, Lei Peng, or me? Or will the entire demon race be buried with these people?!"
His gaze swept over Lei Peng and the several Demon Gods and generals behind him who looked reluctant, his voice as cold as ice:
"Your womanly compassion today is the source of your clan's annihilation tomorrow! Do I really need to teach you which is more important?!"
A series of questions struck Lei Peng and the other generals like a heavy hammer blow.
Looking down at the billions of his former kin below, their faces contorted with karmic corruption, almost transformed into demons, and recalling the sluggishness of his own cultivation and the slow development of his clan, Fei Lian's words were cruel, like a sharp Luck, peeling away the veil of warmth to reveal the bloody reality.
Yes, is keeping them alive really for the good of the demon race? Or is it a form of slow suicide?
Speechless, they looked at each other, each seeing wavering and a final, cold resolve in the other's eyes.
All the reluctance and doubt become incredibly fragile before the ultimate plane of survival and Destruction.