Reduced to ashes, and all was over.
Looking over the several messages, Lu Qing more or less understood what had happened.
The one behind it all had likely never imagined that, even after fleeing to Spirit Prefecture and deliberately leaving a contingency in Spirit Terrace County, they would still be killed just like that.
Even with the Corpse Dragon dead, the mastermind could still remain hidden. After all, such a remote place always gave people the illusion of mountains high and the emperor far away.
They could still rise again. The death of one Corpse Dragon was nothing.
Lu Qing was not making an unfounded inference. It was only after seeing the Human-Body Demonization Path that he thought this way. The cultivator who had created this path had felt that the human body was frail, while demons were born with divine abilities, all manner of strange powers, and long lifespans.
Thus, they later forged a path of cultivation: taking the inherited bloodlines of demons as flesh and bone, then taking humanity's endlessly changing fate as the soul—a human soul in a demon body.
With just a hearing, Lu Qing roughly understood what the mastermind wanted to do. There were tens of thousands of Great Daos, with no distinction between high and low, good and bad.
It was simply ill-fated that they had raised a Corpse Dragon. A Corpse Dragon was brimming with resentment. If it truly was the shed remains left behind by that old Dragon King who had died beneath the lightning tribulation, then its karmic sins would be terribly heavy. Once it spread and tainted others, escape would be difficult.
A region spanning countless miles could turn into a forest of stark white bones.
The beings harmed would be those under the Dao Academy's jurisdiction. Of course they