The Wretched

After countless trials and tribulations, Su Che's Tai Hell Avici Sword was finally completed. He tested its moves against his enemy and struck with a single blow, killing the Tian'an City God who had fallen into demonic ways.

With his divine form and physical body shattered, streams of primordial energy, composed of the smoke and fire of the mortal world, flowed out from the wound, flashing like starlight and scattering into the Void.

"That's a fine sword."

Severely injured, the Tian'an City God collapsed to the ground, his demonic eyes fixed on Su Che.

This divine body possessed a cultivation level that was undeniable, and in order to unleash the Deep Boundless Shadow-Gloom Divine Curse, its very essence was sacrificed. Now, having suffered this injury, it can be said that it has exhausted its life force and is about to die.

"I never imagined there was someone like you among the Imperial Demon Hunters. I'll remember you."

The speaker was not the Tian'an City God who was unwilling to be a prisoner on the divine throne, but the Devil Sect figure hidden behind the scenes.

No need to worry about it.

Su Che breathed a long sigh of relief.

The Tai Hell Avici Sword was finally mastered, and the Sword Sha that had been dormant in the Dantian of Qi Sea finally came to life, making the sword moves even more powerful.

The way he infused his inner pain, grief, and even despair into his sword intent was truly unique, and it broadened Su Che's horizons considerably regarding his future cultivation.

His own swordsmanship skills also took a step forward.

"Such sword intent should be tested against heroes on the Eastern Sea, only then can it be tempered and refined, and seek the Longevity Realm."

The member of the Devil Sect sect swept his eyes over the people before him.

It's a pity about this divine body, but it doesn't matter; we can just find another one elsewhere.

"I am deeply grateful for your hospitality today, and I will certainly repay you in the future."

"Such harsh words are pointless to say any more."

Holding the Fish-Intestine Short Sword, Su Che unleashed a devastating Sword Qi that cleaved through the Sword Qi, completely shattering the already broken body of the City God of Tian'an City God.

From within the shattered divine body, countless ghost-faced caterpillars emerged, fluttering their wings as if about to take flight.

With a thunderous roar, Shi Chibao Upper Clarity the Shangqing Thunder Talisman in his hand with his Essence Blood. Layers of lightning flashed, like an electric net, annihilating the alien insects from top to bottom.

"You've worked hard, brother."

Shi Chibao's face was ashen, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

"Your Excellency, how are you?"

Su Che looked at the Imperial Demon Hunters holding the broken sword, and the group of dejected centurions.

"What a powerful little demon! I wonder what his background is."

Shi Chibao sighed deeply.

"I'll leave the cleanup here to you, my dear brother."

The Chief Censor was seriously injured. The Devil Sect sect member had extraordinary skills and his curses were particularly insidious. Several of them had already suffered internal injuries. The most urgent task was to recuperate properly, otherwise, if they were to fall into demonic possession in the future, the Tian'an City God would serve as a cautionary tale for them.

"Good."

Su Che agreed.

We'll be waiting for you at the silk shop.

Shi Chibao gave the order, and his words were not superfluous. In the current situation, Captain Shi did not have the courage to return to Ci Prefecture alone.

If we encounter a few tough problems along the way, we might be completely finished.

After saying this, Shi Chibao led several wounded centurions away from the place, leaving Su Che alone in the Divine Shrine.

Since the Tian'an County City God was dead, the Divine Shrine that was supported by his Law Power gradually turned into nothingness.

Just as flowers and leaves wither and flourish throughout the four seasons, this small space built upon divine power has also reached its end.

Su Che walked slowly through the area.

The Orthodox God of Tian'an City God left behind nothing of significance; for this earthly deity who was determined to depart, he would not deliberately collect anything.

The only thing that made Su Che suspicious was that the jar he had Zhu Yi deliver here earlier was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know where it had gone.

Flowers bloom and wither, human life flourishes and fades. Even the gods cannot escape this cycle.

A familiar voice sounded behind Su Che.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King, or Yiyangzi, walked slowly through the Divine Shrine with his hands behind his back, shaking his head.

"Senior?"

Su Che asked this person out of curiosity.

He was short in stature, looked like a down-on-his-luck Daoist priest, and possessed only a mediocre level of cultivation.

"Hmm." The Yin-Yang Dharma King nodded. "This Tai Hell Avici Sword is starting to have some flavor. I wonder what kind of expression that old ghost will have when I tell him."

When did you arrive?

"Me? I just came in a little earlier than you."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King walked up to the corpse of the Tian'an City God.

"He's also a person with a tragic fate."

"What brings you here, senior?"

Su Che had no idea why this Yin-Yang Dharma King had come all this way. Could it be...?

Could it be that these troubles at the Tian'an County City God are also related to the Mount Zhong Association?

"What for? I'm here to see you, of course."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King stretched.

"Since we're all sharing a meal, of course we should ask you, the handsome and dashing Young Master Su, to take care of us."

"Senior is too kind. What skills do I possess...?"

"Look carefully."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King pointed to himself. "I'm only at the eighth or ninth rank of cultivation right now. If I don't ask you for help, those Evil Cultivator outside can just capture me and make me a ghost."

That was definitely a joke. Su Che thought that the only Evil Cultivator capable of capturing the Yin-Yang Dharma King to refine ghosts was the Beimang Ghost Ancestor.

"I'm an old man living alone now. You don't mind eating here for a few days without paying, do you?"

"That's natural."

Su Che readily agreed, "But weren't you reincarnated?"

That day, together with the Yin-Yang Dharma King, they went into the thick fog below Jiankang City and found his reincarnation. They also fought with a Daoist from the Jade Scenery Sect along the way.

"So my days are numbered, and I won't be able to eat much of your food."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King pointed to the Tian'an City God on the ground.

What do you think of him?

"Him? Just a pathetic man."

"Poor thing." The Yin-Yang Dharma King suddenly turned to look at Su Che: "Have you ever considered that if Heavenly Court were truly established, would there be such poor people within Heavenly Court?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King's words made Su Che fall into deep thought.

The purpose of spiritual practice is to the Longevity Realm and freedom.

If even the Principle and rules of heaven and earth are to be transcended, how can one accept the Heavenly Court imposed upon all cultivators?

As for those in charge of the Heavenly Court, those who make and enforce the rules, can they guarantee that their original intentions will remain unchanged for thousands of years and that they will always stick to them?

Even without the Yin-Yang Dharma King pointing it out, Su Che already had some doubts in his heart.

If one day, one of the rulers of Heavenly Court suddenly falls into demonic possession, whether willingly or unwillingly, then how should Heavenly Court deal with the situation?

Su Che suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Senior, could it be that the fall of the Ancient Heavenly Court was also related to such pitiful people?"

"Alas, in High Antiquity times, I was just a junior, how could I know about their sordid affairs?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King chuckled.

"However, I can certainly explain this to you." The Yin-Yang Dharma King blinked. "Rakshasa Sea, have you ever heard of it?"

Su Che pondered these three words.

I've certainly heard of the Rakshasa Sea.