A world-destroying torrent. A stretch of Abi Hell.
Beneath the Demon Ancestor's sword, slaughter was the only theme.
Even Bai Ze, the Demon Marshal, and Kunpeng, the Demon Master, had joined forces to portray civilization's splendor and the world's brilliance. Yet they still perished beneath such a sharp edge. The aftershock even traveled back to the attackers, making Ancient God Bai Ze cough blood and stagger backward, crushing stretches of starry sky beneath his feet; Kunpeng the Great Sage fell into the sea of Vital Energy and only managed to fly up again after floundering several times.
"Give up!"
"You can't win!"
Ancestor Minghe Mo strolled forward leisurely, his demonic might surging and terrifying the world. "Although you two have joined forces, you're somewhat worth watching... Writing history, illuminating Vital Energy, shaping civilization—you've faintly recreated the bearing of Fuxi's great achievement and merit in establishing Human Dao back then."
"But unfortunately, you encountered me."
"Your realms are inferior to mine to begin with, yet you actually wish to use the laws of merit to restrain me. Heh..."
"How was my sword, carrying the fortune of slaughter?"
Behind Ancestor Minghe Mo, raging karmic flames reflected the blood and sorrow of all living beings' deaths. It was boundless sin.
Of all sins and karmic forces, taking lives came first!
When the entire world sank into the frenzied rhythm of slaughter, the acts of merit once advocated in the past all became illusions.
Even though, at the beginning, karmic force had needed merit's acknowledgment, serving as the means by which an emperor governing Heaven and Earth displayed both grace and might.
Merit was excellent, but karmic force was indispensable as well.
Thus, when the authority of merit was born, karmic force also achieved fruition... And among the sources of karmic force, slaughter was