Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 96 - 81: If This Were a Rebirth Novel, It Would Definitely Be a Tragic Protagonist and a Terrible Ending
Deep night of August 19, 2017
Beneath Cyan Peak Mountain, Trial Cave.
A Cyan Robed Sword Cultivator, around seventeen or eighteen years old, stands within the deep underground cavern. His posture is upright but slightly stiff, like a malfunctioning humanoid puppet. His eyes emit a faint dark red glow, reflecting the twisted convulsions of his facial muscles, rendering the scene terrifying and horrifying.
However, amid the tremors, the Cyan Robed Sword Cultivator begins to speak slowly, revealing a voice filled with excitement and celebration.
"Quick, quicker, you lowly and incompetent Demon Essence Demon Soldiers, use the strength you have left to spit blood. The Demon Energy Pool is about to be completed, only a few steps left... Once the core organ of this Demon Nest is constructed, I shall feast on this world and restore the power worthy of a Demon General. Although my current subordinates are unusable, when the time comes, even you lowly slaves will have the chance to transform and ascend, do you hear me!"
As the last word falls, the deep cavern begins to resonate with indistinguishable howls and buzzing sounds.
To most creatures, these are nothing but meaningless cries. But to Mi Yanhanba, the Upper-Rank Demon General possessing the Cyan Robed Sword Cultivator... it’s ear-piercing, meaningless noise.
"Damn, a bunch of low-intelligence idiots, can’t even say thanks. No wonder they weren’t even qualified as cannon fodder back in the day... I wonder how those frontline Demon Generals commanded these idiotic cannon fodder. Good thing I was early on promoted to His Majesty’s personal army, saved me the trouble of dealing with idiots."
The Cyan Robed Sword Cultivator attempts to curl his lips into a sarcastic smile but ends up causing his facial muscles to convulse even more fiercely. He shakes his head forcefully, trying to bring his muscles under control, but results in failure, with a mouth split open bleeding, and his eyeballs uncontrollably turning to both sides.
"Damn it, what’s wrong with this face?! Completely out of control, this, by human standards, isn’t it the perfect example of a psychotic idiot?!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
In the end, Mi Yanhanba slapped his own face in frustration, finally bringing the situation back under control.
"...This flesh is still too weak, completely incapable of bearing the power of an Upper-Rank Demon General, even one so weakened. For this vessel, it’s simply too overwhelming. Tsk, the human that foolishly stumbled into the trap earlier was strong enough, but too strong to possess. Otherwise, if I could have successfully seized it, there wouldn’t be any need to start from scratch with the cannon fodder slaves from the Demon Nest now. But... it’s merely a slightly more winding road, requiring a bit more time to cultivate. Ultimately, the result will be the same; this world’s humans are even weaker and more naive than before, unable to withstand the conquest of my race... Even without relying on the strength of His Majesty, I alone will be enough, with just a bit of time."
Talking to himself, Mi Yanhanba’s body begins to tremble uncontrollably again, and his limbs frequently suffer ruptured blood vessels, oozing dark red blood.
However, Mi Yanhanba naturally turns a blind eye to this; this flesh is merely a temporary abode. Once the Demon Nest is completed, he shall immediately fuse Heaven and Earth Spirit Wind of this world with rocks and sand to create puppet incarnations, far better than this weak flesh.
Of course, it would be great if a few more idiotic humans could come along. Like the previous one, whose True Essence was abundant and Primordial Spirit stable, even surpassing the typical Middle-Rank Demon General. Yet he had no defense against the methods of the Demon Race... By logic, given his weakened state at the time, even a Junior Cultivator who had just glimpsed the path of Immortal Dao could have severely injured him with Demon-Breaking Immortal Techniques or even annihilated him. Instead, that human Sword Cultivator had his abundant True Essence and vital energy plundered massively by a simple Parasitic Demon Seed... This, during the Endtimes battle period, was simply inconceivable. At that time, all human cultivators had to master a Demon-Fighting Technique, containing countless bizarre strategies and tactics, practically targeting the Demon Race down to the eighteenth generation of ancestors.
Thinking of this, the Upper-Rank Demon General couldn’t help but feel a trace of nostalgia.
Back in the day, at the earliest onset of the Endtimes battle, when countless Demon Race armies first arrived in Jiuzhou, humans were completely unprepared for the Immortal Demon War. The long peace had made them, though each possessing abundant True Essence and formidable Primordial Spirit, severely lacking in combat capability. Compared to the Demon Race army that swept across Myriad Realms, tempered and battle-hardened, they were like livestock, ready for slaughter. Back then, any Upper-Rank Demon General could easily make a group of Mountain-Overturning Realm, Earth Split Realm cultivators cry and wail. Inspirational stories often emerged from the front lines like this: A Lower-Rank Demon General shapeshifted and infiltrated a large human Sect, gradually consuming its power using a few Parasitic Demon Seeds until it annihilated the entire Sect, and through absorbing the power of those human cultivators, ascended to Upper-Rank Demon General, thoroughly proving that under the great leadership of the Demon Emperor, the Demon Race’s rigid hierarchy was nothing more than nonsense...
Back then, humans truly were the epitome of naive sweetness. In comparison, those who emerged post-Endtimes Battle, like the Jiu Immortal Venerables, were absolute heartless scoundrels.
Fortunately, it all ended...
Mi Yanhanba’s mood slightly darkens as he recalls the Endtimes Battle that ended it all, which he witnessed in its entirety. As a captain in the Great Demon God Emperor’s personal army, he was knocked unconscious by a muscle-bound brute in the very first instance... When he later awoke, he saw His Majesty the Invincible Demon Emperor perish alongside a pure white longsword, followed by the world shattering, and he fell into unconsciousness again.
