From within the ruins, crimson threads of blood flew out one after another, streaming endlessly into the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword before Ye Lin.
Nourished continuously by this fresh blood, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword before him had turned crimson as well. Blood flowed across its surface, making it look incomparably sinister.
If righteous figures who truly cultivated the immortal path saw this, they would surely point at Ye Lin's nose and curse him as a demon.
If this was not the nurturing of a demon's sword, then what was?
But Ye Lin did not care about such things.
A demon? An immortal? A divine immortal?
Was there any difference?
If the sole criterion for judging whether a cultivator belonged to the righteous path was whether he slaughtered innocents indiscriminately—
Then every cultivator in the entire Star River Cosmos was a demon, without a single exception.
Whether a cultivator was good or evil could absolutely not be judged by whether they slaughtered innocents indiscriminately.
The words "slaughter indiscriminately" were easy enough to understand.
But innocents?
Of those who had stepped into the cultivation world, which one was innocent?
Cultivators filled with justice, forever preaching benevolence, righteousness, and morality, had long since died out.
The truth of the cultivation world was simple: either you died, or I lived.
Even mortals had disputes among themselves; the disputes between cultivators were even greater.
Mortals, empty-handed, could still fight one another to the death.
Cultivators possessed the power to destroy worlds—did you think they would still sit down and speak nicely with you?
In the brief span of his thoughts, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword before him had returned to its previous state. Ye Lin put it away, then turned and left.
It was time to head to the next place.
If he could uncover news of