In a dark, deathly silent starfield, a blood-robed Daoist sat cross-legged.
Before the blood-robed Daoist, a longsword floated.
Beside the longsword, ten blood dragons roared savagely, sending wave after wave of furious cries rippling outward, faintly resembling the roars of kings such as Demon Leaf King and Sand Overflow King.
Their voices brimmed with venomous resentment and unwillingness. Any one of those roaring ripples could instantly slaughter a Nascent Soul-tier sect.
"Demon Leaf King, stop struggling."
"It's useless."
Jiang Ding's expression remained calm as he formed one seal after another, suppressing the agitation of the ten blood dragons. "Back when you casually slaughtered millions of slave clans, why didn't you feel such intense unwillingness and resentment?"
"Now that it's your turn, your reactions are rather fierce."
"But it's useless. Just enjoy it obediently."
As one seal after another descended, the ten blood dragons, whose roars never ceased and whose ferocious might soared to the heavens, gradually quieted. They were cast into the Blood River Sword, worn down and devoured by the countless fine Blood River Sword qi within it, their every grudge and unwillingness from life erased, leaving behind only pure blood essence and soul essence.
Of course, that purity was relative.
At deeper and more microscopic levels, there would inevitably still be many remnants. Absolute purity could never be achieved. This was a flaw that the blood path and demonic path could never escape.
This was why demonic cultivators so often suffered qi deviation.
In terms of purity, this foreign blood and power could never compare to the mana a cultivator continuously tempered and accumulated within themselves.
This was the true meaning of righteous Dao cultivation: slow first, fast later; thick accumulation before sudden release.
Jiang Ding formed seal after seal, forcibly stuffing the blood dragons transformed from the