Huang Feihong of Foshan

"Yes!"

At Luohu's roar, hundreds of beings shouted their answer.

Then they took out all kinds of magical containers at the same time.

In an instant—

Hundreds of blood-red rivers plunged down like falling meteors!

The blood poured forth in quantities like hundreds of heavenly rivers.

In moments, the barren land became a sea of blood, which rapidly spread in every direction!

The blood of billions of Primordial Beings,

along with countless powerful birds, beasts, and scaled creatures.

Even the essence blood of Quasi-Saint beings such as Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Divine Phoenix.

All of it had gathered to create this terrifying scene of blood waves surging to the heavens!

The sea of blood spread, swiftly covering the million-mile stretch of barren land.

The killing intent that had seeped out from who knew where

seemed to vanish as the blood engulfed the land.

But a wave of murderous intent that made everyone's hearts tremble

surged up within them all!

Luohu was beside himself with excitement. He roared, "Earth-Splitting Chisel!! I'm going to have you at last!!"

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

Then he drove it down with all his might!

Rumble!!

The million-mile expanse of land quaked and roared.

A massive crater erupted where the God-Slaying Spear struck!

Then the crater became a vortex.

The million-mile sea of blood was sucked into it at a furious pace, and in moments, half of it was gone!

The heavens and earth changed color!

The murderous aura turned the entire sky blood-red!

Luohu laughed wildly.

As for the hundreds of other beings, their scalps prickled and their hearts pounded.

That terrifying killing intent could take their lives at any moment.

Even though they were Mystic Immortals and Grand Unity Golden Immortals—

Even though they were direct subordinates of the four sect leaders, Wufawutian and Formless and Emotionless, who had already reached the Primordial Golden Immortal realm—

They were still terrified!

It was pure, absolute killing intent!

The vortex quickly drained the essence blood of billions of beings until not a drop remained.

Then Luohu formed a hand seal.

He pointed down and laughed savagely. "Earth-Splitting Chisel!! Why haven't you come out yet?!"

Boom!!

The earth collapsed across a hundred thousand miles, and several streaks of red light roared out, all formed from essence blood.

The blood qi and spiritual energy in the essence blood had already vanished without a trace!

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

Then, amid the endless red light, an unrivaled weapon of slaughter slowly flew out!

As it emerged, a ringing clang resounded through heaven and earth!

Its killing intent was so immense that the hundreds of beings all retreated dozens of steps!

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

But when the red light faded and the weapon's shape was revealed, Luohu froze.

This weapon wasn't the Earth-Splitting Chisel?

It was an ancient, imposing... sword?

Where was the Earth-Splitting Chisel?

Luohu was baffled.

Just as he furrowed his brow in confusion, the earth trembled again!

Another sword flew out of the crater.

Then another!

And another!

The four swords circled endlessly, unleashing boundless killing intent. Heaven and earth changed color, and all living beings trembled!

As the four swords circled, didn't their shape look just like a thick chisel?

Had the chisel shattered and transformed into four sharp swords!?

Luohu understood at once.

He couldn't help lamenting the loss!

A Primordial Supreme Treasure had become four Innate Supreme Treasures.

But then his eyes lit up, and he was delighted all the same.

The power of these four Innate Supreme Treasures was terrifying too!

With these four Innate Supreme Treasures as the foundation of his sect and the anchors of its destiny,

who in this world, in this Primordial Wilderness,

could stop him from proving the Heavenly Dao!?

Luohu laughed and raised his hand. The four swords rang out and flew before him.

These four swords had been formed from the Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Earth-Splitting Chisel.

Back in the day, the Great God Pangu had wielded the Pangu Axe in one hand and the Earth-Splitting Chisel in the other as he slaughtered all Three Thousand Demon Gods in the Chaos!

Thus the Earth-Splitting Chisel had been stained with the fierce blood of countless Demon Gods.

Now, after slaying so many Demon Gods and being sealed for so long,

the Earth-Splitting Chisel had finally been unable to withstand it and shattered.

Yet the four swords it transformed into held an even purer killing intent than the chisel itself!

Each sword bore a single carved character.

On closer inspection, they looked like written characters.

Luohu narrowed his eyes and read softly, "Zhu, Lu, Jue, Xian? Good! Those are good names! But a single character for each sounds awkward to me. Why not add 'Immortal' to every name? Hahaha! Who dares call themselves an immortal in the presence of demons!? Whoever does will be slain, slaughtered, destroyed, and trapped! Hahahaha!"

Luohu's wild laughter echoed through heaven and earth.

The hundreds of beings trembled and fell to their knees.

They shouted, "Congratulations, Sect Leader, on obtaining a rare treasure of the world!"

"Hahaha! It is only right that I obtained this treasure—it is the will of the Heavenly Dao! The Heavenly Dao governs slaughter! Hear my command! From this day forth, all members of the Western Demon Cult will march east! I will first destroy the Mystic Gate and kill that vile dog Hongjun, then unite the Primordial Wilderness!"

Luohu's voice brimmed with boundless confidence!

"We obey, Sect Leader! The Demon Cult will unite the Primordial Wilderness!!"

The hundreds of beings roared in response, their voices surging through the air.

After obtaining the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, Luohu was brimming with confidence.

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

Meanwhile, Li Xuan flew west.

There were few beings left in the western lands after the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity.

And with the Demon Cult's tyranny—join or die—most of the beings had fled east, north, or south.

The small number who were bloodthirsty warmongers had joined the Demon Cult instead.

So even after flying for most of the day, Li Xuan had yet to encounter many powerful beings.

Only a few lesser creatures hid away in remote forests and mountains, cultivating as best they could.

But Li Xuan wasn't in a hurry. He simply flew along at a leisurely pace.

He was traveling openly. Any Demon Cult member who wasn't blind would surely spot him.

Sure enough, before another half day had passed,

several figures suddenly flew out from the top of a mountain ahead. They were all brimming with killing intent as they headed straight for Li Xuan.

"Where did you come from!? How dare you trespass on the Demon Cult's Black Marsh Altar!?"

The Demon Cult was powerful, with tens of millions of followers in the western lands.

Naturally, it had split into countless branches.

And each branch had many sub-altars.

This mountain was the site of one such small altar.

Li Xuan intended to join the Demon Cult and quietly watch until the calamity ended.

So he neither dodged nor hid, but called out, "I am Huang Feihong of Foshan! I've long admired the Demon Cult's prestige, and I've come to join!"

Li Xuan had suppressed his clone's cultivation aura to around the fifth level of the Mystic Immortal realm.

That made him neither weak nor strong by Primordial Wilderness standards.

After all, the four men flying toward him were only Mystic Immortals as well.

Sure enough, the moment Li Xuan spoke,

the killing intent of the four figures eased noticeably, though it still pressed down on him.

They seemed ready to attack and kill him at any moment.

They flew over and landed in front of Li Xuan, transforming into four men with strange, grotesque features. Their transformations clearly hadn't gone well.

"Huang Feihong of Foshan? You're here to join the sect?"

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

Li Xuan cupped his hands and smiled broadly. "That's right! Fellow Daoists, I've admired the Demon Cult for a long time. I've come to join today. Please introduce me to the sect! I'm Huang Feihong, and I'd be most grateful!"

As he spoke, Li Xuan took out four pills and handed them over.

After spending hundreds of thousands of years on Mount Taixuan, Li Xuan couldn't have spent all that time sitting in meditation.

Sometimes, when he was bored, he would practice alchemy.

The things he brewed were completely useless for improving his own cultivation.

But they could be very useful to ordinary Mystic Immortals like these.

Sure enough, the four men's murderous expressions softened at the sight of the pills.

The leader even smiled. "Our Demon Cult welcomes followers from all walks of life. Fellow Daoist Huang, we're glad you've come to join us. Come, come. Follow us to meet the altar master, who can accept you into the sect!"

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

Li Xuan quickly smiled. "Then I thank you all for the introduction!"

The men then flew back toward the mountain.

Black Marsh Mountain.

A branch altar of the Demon Cult's Demon Cloud Branch.

Black Marsh Altar!