You're Not Pure Anymore

Yi was profoundly shaken. He had never imagined that anyone could walk the path of shamanism in such a way. Struggling, he reached out and clutched Lu Ren's lapel tightly, coughing up blood.

"You... your path isn't pure! It isn't the shamanic path!"

Lu Ren was utterly indifferent. Like a heartless scumbag who had cast someone aside, he flung Yi's hand away. "The shamanic path isn't about clinging to old traditions. It must keep pace with the times and constantly innovate to endure. If changing its name would help people cultivate this method better, I could even call it the Path of Shit."

"Pfft!" Yi spewed a great mouthful of blood. He had been so enraged that he lost all signs of life, the last breath in his chest scattering completely.

As the soil gradually swallowed Yi's body and began slowly digesting it, Lu Ren's brow relaxed. Having a dead ancestral shaman be broken down into nutrients to nourish this Inner World Universe would be immensely beneficial to this miniature Inner World Universe.

"Pangu Sutra."

Lu Ren carefully examined the cultivation art recorded on the jade tablet, which Yi had dictated himself. The moment Lu Ren obtained the art from Yi and had it successfully verified by the system, he ruthlessly struck, immediately burning the bridge after crossing it.

"You truly surprise me. I never thought you could say something so shamelessly inconsistent."

Ao Li, seated on a boulder some distance away, had witnessed the entire scene. Her face was full of contempt; clearly, she looked down on what Lu Ren had done.

Lu Ren did not argue. He merely said, "The Blood Fiend aura on that fellow was so dense it was nearly tangible. The human blood on his hands could have formed a river of blood. Even if