Kill a Hundred Thousand Mortals with Plague, and the Investiture of the Gods Might Highlight Your Name in Red

Once the plague aura above the village was withdrawn, the change came quickly.

Lü Yue was the first to frown.

Standing on his plague cloud, he closed his eyes and sensed for a moment before slowly opening them again.

"Strange."

Zhou Xin asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Lü Yue did not answer immediately.

He sank his spiritual sense into his Primordial Spirit and carefully examined it again before looking at Lin Yuan.

"That heaviness pressing down on my mind just now has eased a little."

The difference was tiny.

An ordinary cultivator would not have noticed it at all.

Lü Yue had spent years dealing with the Dao of Plague and karma, and he was already deeply mired in the Investiture of the Gods Calamity. Such a subtle change could not escape him.

Hearing that, Lin Yuan felt completely assured.

His judgment had been right.

Plague-stricken Battle Formation.

And sweeping ordinary civilians into it as well.

They really did produce different responses from the Karmic Tribulation weighing on Lü Yue.

Wen Zhong understood too.

He looked toward the distant village, where the air had just cleared, and his expression grew serious.

“So as long as we control the range of the Plague Arts, the Tribulation Aura on Senior Brother Lü Yue really will diminish?”

"It will."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Lü Yue stroked his chin. "What good is such a tiny reduction?"

Lin Yuan turned to him. "Senior Brother, how many people do you think were in that village?"

"A few hundred."

"And in all of West Qi?"

Lü Yue's hand stopped.

Lin Yuan continued, "If you keep spreading your plague into their rear, those hundreds become tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands. Every additional city you blanket adds another layer of tribulation karma to you. You only feel a slight