World Model

At the heart of the Green Forest, in the Source Plane.

Demon corpses piled up like mountains, layer upon layer, stretching beyond sight.

Wisps of Abyssal aura lingered in every corpse, seeping out and actually condensing into ink-black clouds.

The sky was dim, as though a violent storm were brewing. The air reeked of pungent sulfur, and Demon blood had corroded the soil into foul Abyssal earth. The oppressive scene looked more like the Abyss than the Abyss itself.

Sadi formed a humanoid avatar from vines. Even as an ancient tree that had lived for thousands of years, Sadi had never seen so many Demon corpses.

Usually, wherever the Abyss swept through, corpses littered the ground and not a blade of grass survived.

Sadi had never imagined anyone could harvest Demons, harvest the Abyss—and certainly never imagined being involved.

Sadi murmured, "These are all Demons I killed? There must be at least ten million. If an Abyssal Demon God finds out, my soul will probably be turned into gummy candy and chewed for ten thousand years."

War, plague, famine.

All were highly efficient ways to kill.

Killing more than ten million Demon Bloodline creatures by conventional means would probably take years, even with Divine Sense and a domain, and even without accounting for mana expenditure.

That was precisely why Yin Ming had not bothered killing Demons while searching for the Fire Seeds of civilization, even when he could have done so in passing.

It was like how, for certain entrepreneurs, picking up money with a sack was still a highly inefficient way to make money.

"I haven't counted either, but this should be about enough!"

Yin Ming smiled and took out the Scavenger Gourd, the Heavenly Cycle Acupoints within his body glowing faintly.

A vast influx of mana formed a