Three days later.
The blood-colored aura within the bronze cauldron gradually faded, finally returning to its original black.
The signs of corpse qi backlash on the two people inside the cauldron had also completely vanished.
"Come out," Fuliang said blandly.
The two Spirit Transformation cultivators flew out and bowed with clasped fists.
"Thank you, sir."
Fuliang did not respond. He merely turned to look at the village at the foot of the mountain.
The village houses stood row upon row, yet there was not a soul in sight. It was steeped in deathly silence.
"This dwelling cannot be kept, or it may draw the attention of those righteous-path cultivators," Fuliang muttered.
He formed hand seals with both hands, condensing a green rune before him.
The rune rose into the sky, expanding to a hundred zhang and bursting with dazzling spiritual light.
In an instant, winds howled and clouds churned.
A gale, like an enraged dragon bursting from the abyss, swept across the entire village.
The gale lasted only a few breaths before swiftly dissipating, but the entire village had vanished without a trace, buried beneath heaps of rubble.
The houses, fields, roads... every trace left behind by mortal activity had been erased, as though they had never existed.
Fuliang looked upon it all with satisfaction.
Then, he collected the treasures on the mountain beneath his feet one by one, including the bronze cauldron, the defensive formation arranged around the mountain, and the blood water in the blood pool.
Fuliang rose several li into the air, then struck the mountain below with his palm.
The entire mountain instantly shattered and was leveled to the ground.
After doing all this, Fuliang said,
"Go! Follow me to choose a new dwelling."
The moment the words left his mouth, his expression abruptly changed. Frowning,