The Bashan Demon Kingdom, in the Northern Border, near Xuji Mountain.
Three figures flew in from the distant sky, trailing escape lights of different colors.
The corpses of demon cultivators and wild beasts lay everywhere along their route, scattered like victims of war and famine. Countless trees had snapped and fallen, and hills had cracked apart. Ruin stretched as far as the eye could see.
This was where Lord Bashan had prowled. Every living creature he encountered had been killed. Their flesh, blood, and vital essence had been converted into power, while their spirits and souls had been absorbed and refined into Chang Ghosts. The horror of it chilled the heart.
"When someone as powerful as Lord Bashan throws off all restraint and slaughters the innocent, the consequences really are terrifying!"
Even after witnessing the deaths of hundreds of millions across hundreds of thousands of miles of the North Sea, Li Ling still felt a faint stirring at the sight before him.
The Heavenly Dao was distant and impossibly high. When an existence of that stature invaded the North Sea and killed hundreds of millions of mortal people, it happened in an instant.
He had never truly felt those deaths. What he saw now felt far more real.
The culprit, Lord Bashan, was neither an unreachable elder powerhouse nor an ancient existence left over from the previous era or the era before that. He was a Demon Emperor Realm expert of the Bashan Demon Kingdom, someone in the same realm and on the same level as Li Ling himself!
Thinking of himself in another's place, a great cultivator like him could likewise slaughter tens of millions of intelligent beings if he fell into madness and despair-even hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions.
What terrible karmic sin and consequences