Taking Advantage of the Witch-Monster Melee, Zhu Yin Began Pulling Sneaky Stunts

Above the Western Sea, mana fluctuations raged as an Immortal-Demon War continued.

The entire sea had been dyed blood-red, as though it had become a sea of blood. Countless corpses and magical treasures fell from the sky.

On the seabed of the Western Sea, Zhu Yin hid among them, silently scavenging and making a fortune. He did not plunder recklessly. Instead, he selectively collected corpses and treasures by proportion—for every hundred thousand items, he took only a thousand. That neither drew attention nor prevented small gains from piling into a considerable harvest.

Because the immortals and demons were fighting fiercely and had no time to spare for the seabed, who could have imagined that a Great Principle powerhouse was quietly "cleaning up the battlefield" below?

Five hundred years later, the Immortal-Demon War finally came to an end. The Immortal Court Estate had been breached, and the immortals were either slain or scattered in flight. Yet Zhu Yin never showed himself, for several Great Principle demons still stood guard above the sea. In particular, the great demon who had broken through the Immortal Court Estate possessed Late Great Principle cultivation and was immensely powerful.

Zhu Yin knew well that if he acted rashly now, he would likely be discovered and might even become entangled in troublesome karma. Stability came first—that was the path of cultivation.

Besides, he had already made back more than enough. There were too many corpses and spiritual treasures to count. His goal had been achieved, so there was no need to take risks.

With that thought, he transformed into a stream of water and slipped away soundlessly, alerting no one.

At the border between the Western Sea and the Western Continent, Zhu Yin suddenly stopped. His gaze pierced through the void, where he saw a figure before the Heaven and Earth barrier—one both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar, because he had seen this person before; unfamiliar, because they had never truly spoken.

This person was none other than the powerhouse who had once guarded the Immortal Court Estate, Ancestor Xuanxin, an early-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivator.

He had narrowly escaped during the battle and had actually hidden in the remote Western Continent. Resources were scarce here, and powerful experts rarely paid attention to the place, so fleeing here had indeed been a clever choice.

While Zhu Yin secretly praised him, his heart also wavered somewhat.

He knew that Ancestor Xuanxin had suffered grave injuries and that less than one-tenth of his strength remained. Yet the man still possessed two Medium-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, both quite valuable. Zhu Yin hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not suppress the urge. The instant his opponent was about to cross the Heaven and Earth barrier, he suddenly struck.

"Such an opportunity is rare. It would be too great a pity not to act!"

He brought forth the High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Wither-and-Bloom Whip. The whip contained endless laws of withering and flourishing; the moment it appeared, heaven and earth turned desolate, and all things decayed.

At the same time, the Medium-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Spell-Breaking Nail, moved soundlessly, pointing directly at his opponent.

Though Ancestor Xuanxin was severely wounded, he had not lowered his guard. The moment he sensed danger, he immediately brought forth two spiritual treasures: the Azure Sea Pearl and the Soul-Seizing Drum.

The Azure Sea Pearl whipped up towering waves, while the Soul-Seizing Drum boomed, attacking the heart and seizing the soul.

However, such methods had little effect on Zhu Yin. He was already stronger than Ancestor Xuanxin, and he also possessed the Pure-Cleansing Bell, a treasure that protected the Primordial Spirit. The Soul-Seizing Drum could not harm him at all.

The Wither-and-Bloom Whip lashed out, instantly drying up the azure sea. The laws of withering and flourishing overwhelmed the Water Law and directly affected Ancestor Xuanxin.

Ancestor Xuanxin's face changed drastically. The Soul-Seizing Drum he had relied on was utterly useless, while the Wither-and-Bloom Whip was immensely powerful, its attacks surging like a tide.

Although he had fallen into a disadvantage, he remained calm and composed. He brought forth another High-Grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure—a mysterious compass.

The moment the compass appeared, the Heaven and Earth Laws became chaotic, as though heaven and earth had been overturned and the Eight Trigrams reversed. It temporarily disrupted Zhu Yin's law-based attacks.

Zhu Yin smiled faintly, entirely unruffled. He then brought forth the High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Mystic Light Heavenly Plow, and sent a blade of sharp force slashing toward Ancestor Xuanxin.

This sharpness law was invincible, directly tearing open the void. Even the compass could not withstand it for long.

Seeing this, Ancestor Xuanxin did not dare be careless. He hurriedly summoned a massive phantom of a turtle shell, barely managing to block the attack.

The moment he saw the Mystic Light Heavenly Plow, he understood that this treasure belonged to the Slate-Horn Azure Ox Clan. Its offensive power was extraordinarily strong, and it had once accompanied the rise of the Demon Race. Doubt immediately filled his heart: Could Zhu Yin be a member of that clan?

Before he could think further, the Spell-Breaking Nail struck from behind in a sneak attack, shattering his protective radiance and frightening him into hastily using a spiritual treasure to defend himself.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Zhu Yin seized the chance and swung his giant axe. Ancestor Xuanxin could not dodge at all and was cleaved in two by a single blow, his Primordial Spirit severed along with his body.

A small remaining portion of his Primordial Spirit tried to flee, only to be taken into the Great Cauldron of Vitality that Zhu Yin had prepared beforehand and directly suppressed.

His azure robe snapped in the wind. With a light sweep of his sleeve, Zhu Yin gathered Ancestor Xuanxin's treasures into his possession.

As for that wisp of remnant soul, he did not spare it either, simply erasing it completely to avoid leaving future troubles behind.

Since karma had already been formed, he might as well pull up the weeds by their roots. When calamity rose again in the future, even if Ancestor Xuanxin revived from the River of Time, Zhu Yin would no longer be the person he once was. There would be nothing to fear.

And Ancestor Xuanxin's true body—a Spiral Tortoise ten thousand zhang long—also became an excellent material for refining treasures.

After tidying everything up, Zhu Yin prepared to continue on his way and return to the Western Lands.

However, at that moment, winds and clouds stirred once more above the Western Sea...

A heaven-shaking rumble suddenly erupted from the depths of the Western Sea.

Violent Rain Law spread between heaven and earth. Dark clouds pressed down overhead, and torrential rain poured from the sky as though a crack had been torn open in the heavenly curtain.

A wild and domineering voice resounded across the entire Western Sea. "You Demon Race bastards, thanks to you wiping out the Immortal Court and saving my Witch Clan the trouble of acting. Now, by the order of Ancestor Shaman Roushou, I have come to take over the Western Sea. Those with sense should get lost at once!"

His tone suddenly shifted, growing even harsher. "Back then, the Dao Ancestor decreed: the Demon Race governs the heavens, while the Witch Clan governs the earth. The four islands of the Western Sea belong to the earth, so naturally they should be under the Witch Clan's rule!"

"I am a Great Shaman of the Witch Clan... Rain Master. I give you three breaths to withdraw. Otherwise, do not blame me for being ruthless and washing the Western Sea in blood!"

As his words fell, heaven and earth shook once more, as though the sky were collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

Killing intent soared into the heavens. Massive waves churned across the sea, rising tens of thousands of zhang high. The entire Western Sea began to quake, and even the land along the shore could feel the tremors. Clearly, the Witch Clan and Demon Race had failed to reach an agreement and had already begun fighting in earnest.

At that moment, beyond the distant Heavenly Realm barrier, Zhu Yin stopped and lowered his head in thought.

By all reason, he should have hurried back to the Western Lands now.

But the Witch-Monster War had only just erupted, and the Demon Race's higher-ups were all tied down. They had no time to care about the remaining immortal islands of the Western Sea. Most of the immortal and demon corpses left on those islands would be destroyed in the great war, leaving neither bones nor remains.

At this thought, a resolute look appeared in Zhu Yin's eyes. He turned around and once more set foot upon the road westward.

He intended to slip into the battlefield and see whether he could pick up some benefits. If it worked, he would profit; if not, he would lose nothing. If he did not investigate, he would never feel at ease.

Of course, he would not be foolish enough to involve himself in the war directly. Instead, he would hide to one side and observe in secret. If he spotted an opportunity, he would take advantage of the chaos to gain a little; if the situation turned bad, he would withdraw immediately, never letting greed cloud his judgment.

On the seabed of the Western Sea, Zhu Yin returned once more to that familiar place.

At this time, corpses lay piled on the ocean floor like mountains. Witches and demons slaughtered one another without cease, while the remains of immortals and demons were also caught in the conflict and shattered into scattered fragments.

Taking advantage of the Witch-Monster melee, Zhu Yin began quietly collecting corpses, taking only a little each time and letting small gains accumulate. By relying on this method, he gathered over a hundred thousand corpses.

There were millions of corpses across the entire battlefield, so no one noticed his little movements at all. Besides, both sides had already killed until their eyes were red. Who would care whether a few corpses had disappeared?

The same routine still produced remarkable results.