Foshan's Huang Feihong

"Yes!"

With Luohu's roar, hundreds of beings answered in unison.

Then, in the same moment, they all produced various vessel-type treasures for holding things.

In an instant!

Hundreds of rivers of blood, like falling meteors, cascaded down!

That torrent of blood, as vast as hundreds of celestial rivers, poured forth.

In a flash, it turned the barren land into a sea of blood, spreading rapidly in all directions!

Countless Primordial Beings.

Plus a great many experts from the three tribes of birds, beasts, and scales.

And even the vital blood of Quasi-Saint-level beings like the Ancestor Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and Divine Phoenix.

What they gathered together was this terrifying scene of surging blood waves!

The blood sea spread, and millions of miles of barren land were swiftly covered entirely.

The killing intent that had seeped out from unknown places.

For a time, as the blood sea covered it, seemed to vanish along with it.

But a different, heart-chilling murderous aura.

Began to churn within the hearts of all present!

Luohu was especially ecstatic, and he roared: "Earth-Splitting Chisel!! This Seat is going to obtain you!!"

As he spoke, the God-Slaying Spear in his hand was raised high like a javelin.

Then he drove it down with savage force!

Boom!!

Millions of miles of earth trembled and roared.

At the spot where the God-Slaying Spear struck, a massive crater erupted!

Then it transformed into a vortex.

The millions of miles of blood sea were frantically sucked into the vortex, halving in volume in moments!

Heaven and earth changed color!

The murderous aura turned the entire sky blood-red!

Luohu laughed wildly.

As for the other hundreds of beings, their scalps went numb, their hearts pounded with terror.

That dreadful killing intent that could bring death at any moment.

Even though they were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Or even Wufawutian and Formless and Emotionless, direct subordinates of the four patriarchs who had already reached the Golden Immortal of the Origin realm.

They all felt a chill!

It was killing intent refined to its purest extreme!

The vital blood of countless Primordial Beings was soon drained clean by the vortex.

Then, Luohu formed a hand seal.

He pointed downward, grinning savagely: "Earth-Splitting Chisel!! Still not coming out!?"

"Boom!!"

The earth collapsed for a hundred thousand miles, and countless red lights roared forth, all formed from the vital blood.

But the blood energy and spiritual energy of that blood itself had already vanished without a trace!

Clearly, they had been absorbed clean by the mysterious treasure sealed within!

Then, accompanied by endless red light, a peerless weapon of slaughter slowly flew out!

As this weapon emerged, a clang resounded through heaven and earth!

Its killing intent was so immense that it forced the hundreds of beings back dozens of steps!

Luohu laughed even louder: "Earth-Splitting Chisel! You've finally come out!"

But as the red light of the weapon gradually faded, its revealed form made Luohu pause.

This weapon... was not the Earth-Splitting Chisel?

Instead, it was a sword, ancient and majestic?

Where was the Earth-Splitting Chisel?

Luohu was somewhat puzzled, at a loss.

And just as he frowned in confusion, the earth trembled again!

From within that pit, another sword flew out!

Then another!

And another!

Four swords circled endlessly, emitting boundless killing intent. Heaven and earth changed color! All living beings trembled in fear!

As these four swords revolved, their appearance—did it not resemble a thick, crude chisel?

Had this chisel shattered, transforming into four sharp swords!?

Luohu immediately understood.

He inwardly lamented the loss.

What was once a Primordial Supreme Treasure had now become four Innate Supreme Treasures.

But soon, his eyes gleamed, and he was still delighted.

The might of these four Innate Supreme Treasures was terrifyingly strong!

With these four Innate Supreme Treasures as the foundation of his sect, suppressing fate and fortune.

Then in this world, this Primordial Wilderness.

Who could still stop him from proving the Heavenly Dao!?

Luohu laughed heartily, raised his hand, and beckoned. The four swords let out a long cry and flew before Luohu.

These four swords were transformed from the Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Earth-Splitting Chisel.

In ancient times, within the chaos, the great god Pangu wielded the Pangu Axe in one hand and the Earth-Splitting Chisel in the other, slaughtering the Three Thousand Demon Gods until none remained!

Thus, the Earth-Splitting Chisel was stained with an immense amount of demon god blood and baleful aura.

Now, because it had slain too many demon gods and been sealed for too long.

The Earth-Splitting Chisel could no longer bear it and shattered.

But the four swords it transformed into possessed a killing intent even purer than the Earth-Splitting Chisel's!

On each of the four swords, a pattern was carved.

Looking closely, they seemed like characters.

Luohu squinted and examined them, murmuring, "Xian, Lu, Jue, Xian? Good! Good names! But a single character feels awkward to This Seat! Why not add the word 'Immortal' to each! Hahaha! Before a demon, who dares call themselves Immortal!? Whoever does, I shall slay the Immortal! Slay the Immortal! Slay the Immortal! Slay the Immortal! Hahahaha!"

Luohu's wild laughter echoed across heaven and earth.

Hundreds of living beings, trembling in fear, knelt at the sound.

They shouted loudly, "Congratulations, Lord, for obtaining a rare treasure of the world!"

"Hahaha! This Seat has obtained this treasure, perfectly in line with the Heavenly Dao's fate! The Heavenly Dao governs slaughter and conquest! Spread This Seat's decree! From today onward, the Western Demon Cult's followers! March eastward to kill! This Seat will first destroy the Mystic Gate, kill that mongrel Hongjun, and then unify the Primordial Wilderness!"

Luohu's voice brimmed with boundless confidence!

"We obey the Lord's decree! The Demon Cult shall unify the Primordial Wilderness!!"

The hundreds of living beings roared in response, their voices stirring the infinite.

Luohu, having obtained the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, was overflowing with confidence.

He was already preparing to unleash a calamity that would engulf the entire Primordial Wilderness.

As for Li Xuan, he was flying westward all the way.

The living beings of the West, after the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, were already few.

Coupled with the Demon Cult's tyranny—join or die—most living beings had fled to the Eastern lands or the North and South.

A small number of warmongers and bloodthirsty types had directly joined the Demon Cult.

Thus, Li Xuan flew for most of the day without seeing many powerful beings.

Only a few small creatures hid in deep mountains and forests, living and cultivating.

But Li Xuan was not in a hurry; he flew leisurely.

With him so openly visible, as long as the Demon Cult followers weren't blind, they would surely spot him.

Sure enough, after flying for less than half a day more.

From atop a large mountain ahead, several figures suddenly shot into the air, all bristling with murderous intent, charging straight at Li Xuan.

"Who are you!? How dare you trespass on the Demon Cult's Black Marsh Altar!?"

The Demon Cult was powerful, with millions of followers across the Western lands.

Naturally, it had many sub-sects.

And each sub-sect had many sub-altars.

This mountain peak was one such small sub-altar.

Li Xuan's goal was to join the Demon Cult and quietly watch the great tribulation come to an end.

Thus, he neither dodged nor evaded, only called out loudly: "This Humble One is Huang Feihong of Foshan! Having long admired the Demon Cult's renown, I have come specifically to join your ranks!"

Li Xuan's clone suppressed its cultivation fluctuation to roughly the fifth level of Mystic Immortal.

In the Primordial Wilderness, that was neither strong nor weak.

After all, the few figures flying over were merely Mystic Immortals themselves.

Sure enough, as Li Xuan's words left his mouth, the killing intent from those four figures noticeably receded, yet still pressed forward.

It seemed as if they might strike to kill Li Xuan at any moment.

Streaks of fleeing light flew over and landed before Li Xuan, transforming into four men, all of grotesque appearance—clearly their transformations hadn't gone well.

"Huang Feihong of Foshan? You want to join the cult?"

One of the four looked Li Xuan over and asked with a frown.

Li Xuan raised his hands in a bow, his face full of smiles: "Indeed! Fellow daoists, this younger brother has admired the Demon Cult for a long time! Today I come specifically to join! I beg you fellow daoists to put in a good word for me! This younger brother, Huang Feihong, is deeply grateful!"

As he spoke, Li Xuan raised his hand and produced four medicinal pills, offering them forward.

In the tens of thousands of years on Mount Taixuan, Li Xuan hadn't truly spent all his time in silent cultivation.

Sometimes, when bored, he would still practice alchemy.

But what he refined was utterly useless for his own cultivation.

Useless for him, though—

for these ordinary Mystic Immortal beings, it was of great use!

Sure enough, as soon as the four saw the pills, their Sha Qi-filled faces immediately softened.

The leader among them even broke into a smile and said: "Our Demon Cult embraces all rivers and streams. Since Fellow Daoist Huang has come to join, our cult naturally welcomes you. Come, come, come, Fellow Daoist Huang, follow us to meet the altar master! The altar master will induct you into the cult!"

As he spoke, he reached out and naturally accepted the four pills.

Li Xuan hurriedly smiled and said: "Then many thanks to you fellow daoists for the introduction!"

The group then flew back toward that tall mountain.

Black Marsh Mountain.

A sub-altar of the Magic Cloud Branch, a Demon Cult branch.

The Black Marsh Altar!