The Half-Demon Son, Shi Fangting!

"Ah--!!"

Above the precipice, a young Daoist cultivator experienced a slight stagnation in his Law Power, and a Lightning Gang descending from the sky instantly pierced through his body along the chains.

The lightning entered his body, burning his meridians black. He screamed and fell from a great height, crashing heavily onto a pile of rubble, turning into a pool of indistinct blood and flesh.

The dozens of Dao Spirit cultivators around them didn't even dare to glance at him. They just gritted their teeth, their pale, cracked lips trembling, and swung their black iron pickaxes even faster.

Here, sympathy is the emotion that dies the fastest.

In just thirty years, three-tenths of the two million Dao Spirit Human Race have been wiped out by this cruel land of thunder.

But those who remained had every ounce of their potential squeezed out by the bloody whips and the brink of life and death.

The Dao of Wood, skilled in civil engineering, were driven to the borders of various tribes, where they tirelessly moved tens of thousands of catties of thunderstone to build fortresses and majestic cities, each hundreds of feet high.

Those knowledgeable in Dao of Alchemy and pharmacology were locked away in the underground Fire Eye Medicine Hut, working day and night to refine the Sha-Transforming Lightning Pill for the various Demon King.

His hands were scorched by lightning and fire, leaving not a single patch of intact skin, yet the burning continued day and night.

Those skilled in agriculture, sericulture, and water conservancy were confined to the edges of newly cultivated spiritual fields, connecting with the earth's veins through their own Essence Blood.

They carefully tended to those Purple-Ear Lightning Rice that could easily trigger Lightning Explosion.

As for those ordinary people and low-level cultivators who had no skills, their fate was the most tragic; they were mine slaves, the soil and rocks used to fill in Lei Yuan, and the meat shields used to test the dangers of the Earthly Sha.

Those Higher Vehicle female Daoist cultivators were reduced to playthings, concubines, and furnaces in the cave abode of various Demon King.

Lei Xiu was by nature violent and hot-tempered. Under the torment of his violent Thunder Method, these delicate female cultivators from other worlds often perished within a few years.

It was then carelessly thrown into the wilderness, becoming nourishment for the spiritual herbs.

The rapid rise of the entire Divine Firmament Plain was soaked in the blood of this alien slave tribe beneath every inch of fertile soil.

Those Non-Self kind will surely have different hearts.

Those Non-Self kind are regarded as slaves.

However, at the very core of this abyss, which resembles a giant furnace, stands an exquisite pavilion entirely constructed of Qingxuan.

Outside the pavilion, several bear demon guards at the Nascent Soul Early Stage stage stood solemnly, their cold gazes sweeping across the vast surroundings.

They were not guarding ordinary prisoners, but the true controllers of the entire Slave Sin Abyss.

"Tap, tap, tap."

From inside the attic came the sound of steady, light footsteps.

A young man, around twenty years old, slowly walked down the dark steps.

The man was tall and slender, wearing an exquisitely crafted dark purple brocade robe, his long hair casually tied up with a Primal Lightning wood hairpin.

His face was extremely handsome and elegant, and his skin was even fairer than that of an ordinary woman, faintly revealing the ethereal and otherworldly aura unique to the Dao Spirit Human Race.

Only those eyes.

Between the opening and closing of the eyes, deep within, two clusters of extremely pure and extremely concentrated purple-gold lightning pulsed with power!

It is precisely the orthodox thunder intent of the Divine Firmament!

The man walked to the table and sat down, casually flipping open a thick, animal-skin ledger with his right hand; his fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles.

Beneath the skin on the back of the hand, one could faintly see a layer of extremely fine, Dark Gold texture, resembling the skin of a bear demon, which appeared and disappeared in the light.

Lightning Bear, Half-Demon.

This young man, who sits atop two million slaves and issues commands, has the pure spiritual blood of half of the Dao Spirit Human Race flowing through his veins.

The other half is a genuine direct descendant of the Lightning Bear Line!

His name is Shi Fangting.

It was the eldest son, Shi Xiao, who forcibly took a female Daoist cultivator as his concubine in the Dao Realm; several years later, their Half-Demon eldest son was born.

In the Beast Realm, where bloodlines reign supreme and mixed-bloods are viewed as mere pigs and dogs, the status of Half-Demon is lowly to the core, if not for his surname being Shi.

If it weren't for his grandfather, Shi Jian, a highly accomplished Nascent Spirit Transformation from the Giant Bear Clan.

He would be disposed of the moment he was born.

But fate is fickle.

This mixed-blooded bastard, whom no one favored, not only possessed innate talent for the Dao of Lightning, but also, at the age of ten, mastered the Thunder Method.

A wisp of Purple Pivot Lightning Fire, faint yet extremely pure, was forcibly ignited within his Dantian!

The succession across generations aligns perfectly with the divine Divine Firmament!

In the end, Shi Xiao made the decision to transfer his eldest son, who had been subjected to cold looks and bullying by his own kind in the Dao Realm, back to Divine Firmament Plain in the Beast Realm.

This was used to rule the Dao Spirit Human Race, making them serve and be driven by them.

But now, I have only been practicing Daoism for a few decades.

Shi Fangting cultivated his cultivation all the way to the Golden Core realm.

His talent was monstrous, perfectly inheriting the Human Race's fast cultivation speed, the Demon Race's powerful physique, and long lifespan.

Their status is neither high nor low, extremely awkward.

To the pure-blooded giant bear, he was nothing more than a Human Race bastard in bear skin; and to the slaves of the Dao Spirit, he was an executioner who had betrayed his mother's race and recognized a thief as his father.

But precisely because of this, he was a mixed bloodline rejected by both worlds.

Yet, relying on the ruthlessness and cunning inherited from Shi Jian, he managed to govern the two million slaves of the entire Abyss flawlessly within just thirty years...

Furthermore, it became an indispensable asset in the four branches of the Lightning Bear Sect and the twenty-four chapters.

And all of this was achieved through his relentless efforts!

At this moment, Shi Fangting stood alone in the empty hall.

He lowered his head, looking at his palm with its faint Dark Gold patterns, the purple-gold lightning within his body flowing silently, accompanied by an almost morbid sneer.

He understood a principle from a young age.

In this dog-eat-dog world, where the strong prey on the weak, he had no way out.

His maternal clan viewed him as a beast, and his paternal clan viewed him as a lackey; if he wasn't ruthless, he couldn't demonstrate enough value.

If he cannot extract the maximum benefit from these two million clansmen and offer it to the Lightning Bear Line, the great demons of Divine Firmament Plain will not submit to him.

Even his father, if he ever disliked him...

They could devour him alive at any moment, leaving not even a bone fragment.

Only by maximizing his value can Shi Fangting carve out a path to heaven in the cracks between the Giant Bear Clan!

"The Lightning Bear Line four branches and twenty-four divisions, encompassing all thunder cultivators under heaven."

"If we wish to rise again, we must first strengthen our Thunder Method and highlight the interests of our race; as time passes and changes, our race will also rise again, ascend to a higher status, and be included among the twenty-four tribes."

"By borrowing their bloodline, I too can control my own future and destiny!"