Devour

The war within the city had come to a halt.

With the insect tide annihilated, the prefectural city that had been like Fengdu grew much quieter. The severed limbs and pools of blood that had once covered every corner had all vanished. From the orderly streets came only the faint sounds of those who had returned from death embracing their family and friends, laughing and talking.

Staring into Mu Nuo's pitch-black eyes, Xu Yuan's gaze seemed to drift back to the memory he least wished to recall.

Huizhou County.

The place where he had devoured the flesh and blood of an entire city.

Every living creature's Will Soul within had been shredded apart, their bones crushed, their flesh drained dry, before they were swallowed into his belly with a wet "gurgle, squelch."

That fullness, that satisfaction, and the nausea and revulsion that should have belonged to a human after he awoke—all of it remained carved deep into his memories to this day.

He lightly raised his hand, and a strand of reddish-brown, gauze-like smoke immediately seeped out through Xu Yuan's skin.

Since then, Xu Yuan had been able to strengthen himself by devouring living flesh and blood, just like Mu Nuo now.

If the real world had an if-route, then perhaps Xu Yuan would have built a gigantic estate somewhere in Great Yan, summoned batch after batch of cultivators, secretly murdered and devoured them to strengthen himself.

Utterly heretical—and utterly villainous.

But he really could do that.

For the Prime Minister's Mansion's monstrous authority was enough to let him treat human lives as grass.

Yet one who often walked by the riverbank could hardly keep his shoes dry forever. If he did this, he would probably be discovered sooner or later. Perhaps by some accident; perhaps some insignificant person would