Grasping the Evil-Chapter 788: Must Kill!

The bright yellow flying sword was not made of gold or iron, but a wooden sword that carried the fragrance of pear blossoms within its sword wind.

This sword was not sharp, and the one who launched the sneak attack was merely an Immortal King of the Fourth Calamity of the Eternals, but Senluo’s eyes narrowed slightly, not underestimating the incoming presence.

He did not take the sword light head-on but instead, his figure flickered and disappeared from where he stood, reappearing on the other side of the Altar of the Bell, avoiding the sword.

The guards below the Altar of the Bell saw the Immortal King’s visage who came to their aid, their faces drastically changed, filled with indescribable terror and not a trace of joy.

One of the Fate Immortal guards, scared out of his wits, pointed at the Immortal King in the sky and stammered,

"Plague... ’Plague King’ Lv Wen! How has he come out of seclusion! Ah—"

The moment he mentioned the name ’Lv Wen’, his expression turned pained, he let out a miserable cry, clutched his throat tightly, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

But to the sizzling sound, his body unexpectedly began to fester and decompose without warning, and in an instant, he was reduced to a puddle of yellow-green bubbling pus, deteriorating on the ground.

"Heh heh, can a junior like you even mention this old man’s name?"

In the sky, an obese old man wearing a mink coat and hat snorted disdainfully, summoned the bright yellow flying sword into his hand, landed on the ground, and began trudging toward Senluo on the other side of the Altar of the Bell.

Due to being overly obese, he waddled as he walked, resembling a tumbler, looking comical and ridiculous.

With eyes narrowed in a smile that appeared benevolent, those who knew his personality found this smile excessively sinister.

"Lv Wen, if you leave within three breaths, I will not hold you accountable."

Senluo’s voice remained cold as always, but the apprehension in his eyes was undisguised.

Lv Wen maintained his squinting smile, seeming to disregard Senluo’s words, yet he put away the bright yellow wooden sword, and instead took out a black mud-like treasure from his sleeve, offering it to the sky.

Once this treasure ascended into the sky, it transformed into a poisonous black mist spreading over ten miles.

The range seemed narrow at only ten miles, yet within that span, all plants and trees instantly withered, and the guards screamed one after another, foaming at the mouth and collapsing unconscious, their bodies festering and decomposing bit by bit...

Senluo neither dodged nor avoided, merely emanating his aura, which prevented the black smoke from approaching within three zhang of him.

"This is... plague magic!"

Among the Ninth Star, Ning Fan’s gaze changed as he recognized the various divine skills Lv Wen was using.

Masters almost never fall ill, but within the Void Fragmentation Realm, there exists a secret technique that can cause masters to fall ill and die, known as plague magic.

Plague magic is extremely difficult to master, and those cultivating it, if unsuccessful, will be devoured by it and perish.

Out of a million people, often only one has the fortune to master this technique.

Once mastered, its lethality is terrifying, and it’s exceedingly difficult to guard against its harm and lethality.

The little demoness, upon seeing Lv Wen appear, involuntarily showed a hint of disgust in her eyes.

This Lv Wen was a cultivator from Godly Void Pavilion, yet he was notorious within it, callous and fond of killing, and the disciples of the Godly Void Pavilion avoided him like the plague, the little demoness was no exception.

Seeing Lv Wen unwilling to leave, Senluo frowned slightly but wasn’t interested in wasting words with him, opened his mouth, and lightly swallowed, then gulped down the pervasive black smoke.

Suddenly raising his hand and pointing, a black sun immediately appeared behind him; the black sun shattered, transforming into countless black fire crows; and the fire crows transformed into a gigantic Hei Yao Finger, formidable enough to blot out the sky, pressed down mercilessly towards Lv Wen!

In an instant, Lv Wen’s expression changed dramatically; without another word, he turned and fled, grumbling incessantly,

"Hei Yao Finger! Why hasn’t anyone ever informed this old man that Senluo the Old Monster is even versed in Dark Clan secret techniques!"

As these words fell, the visible world was plunged into chaos under the single strike of Senluo’s finger light, as heaven and earth collapsed.

The black flame spread wantonly across the land, tearing it apart, plunging this world into complete darkness.

Only around the Altar of the Bell did ancient bell sounds rise, preventing the black flame from getting anywhere close.

Lv Wen, engulfed in the black flame’s attack, screamed endlessly, an unimaginable terror welled up within him.

This Hei Yao Finger was a Dark Clan secret technique, possessing not only limitless power, but the ability to taint one’s cultivation and ruin one’s Taoist practice with dark energy.

He was enveloped in seven layers of green light, struggling desperately within the black flames, with countless cracks already forming atop the green light.

The black flames breached the green light, invading his body, within half a breath worsening his injuries rapidly and causing his cultivation to plummet uncontrollably!

Originally nearing the peak of the Fourth Calamity of the Eternals, his cultivation rapidly fell to the edge of the Fourth Calamity and continued plummeting into the Third Calamity realm!

This was because Senluo didn’t bother killing him. Otherwise, with Senluo’s Hei Yao Finger, he could utterly instantaneously kill Lv Wen!

"Scram!"

A gust of wind swept in violently, unleashed by Senluo, like a startling dragon sweeping across the sky, heavily striking Lv Wen’s chest.

Lv Wen seemed to transform into a falling meteor, blasted out of the reach of the evil flame’s attack.

Terrified beyond measure, Lv Wen retreated repeatedly in mid-air. Only with great difficulty did he stabilize himself, suddenly landing on the ground, grievously injured, kneeling, coughing up blood incessantly, his breath extremely weak.

At this moment, all of Lv Wen’s previous arrogance had vanished. He stood up reluctantly, glanced in the direction of Senluo within the evil flames, eyes filled with deep reverence and confusion. Clenching his teeth, he turned to escape.

What he revered was Senluo’s power, far beyond his imagination.

What baffled him was that Senluo, usually cold-blooded, would show such compassion and mercy, sparing his life.

Earlier, trapped within the Hei Yao Finger, Lv Wen felt death so close for the first time in his life. If Senluo wished, he would surely be dead...

"Strange, strange! This Senluo old demon has always been cold-hearted, why would he spare my life?"

"Unlucky, unlucky! I clearly performed a divination, which foretold that someone here was destined to be my benefactor, to help me achieve my dream of becoming an emperor. Unexpectedly, the divination was wrong! Clearly, there is only Senluo here, and he obviously bears the appearance of death, destined to die! There is no one here destined to be my benefactor! This divination has misled me too much! Though Senluo old demon did not kill me, my entire cultivation fell to the Eternal Third Calamity, damn the divination!"

Lv Wen sighed, with a mournful face, and departed.

The Immortal Realm is vast and boundless, and Lv Wen was merely the closest among all the mighty figures of the Godly Void Pavilion to the Altar of the Bell.

In the distance, many other old monsters also sensed Senluo’s arrival and were rushing non-stop towards the Altar of the Bell to assist.

The evil flame gradually dissipated, revealing a land full of scars, a wasteland, with only the Altar of the Bell unscathed, protected by the mysterious chime.

Senluo stood upon the rubble, hands clasped behind him, under the Altar of the Bell, gazing at the golden giant bell on the nine-tiered Yanqiu, and coldly murmured,

"Qianxun, years ago, when you fell into distress at the ruins of Kunshan, it was by chance that Lv Wen passed by and saved your life, unbeknownst to him. He saved you once back then, so today, I helped him once, and we’re even!"

Although Senluo crippled Lv Wen’s cultivation of one calamity, he invisibly helped Lv Wen pave the way to breakthrough to the Eternal Fifth Calamity.

It’s just that Lv Wen, having committed countless murders with his plague technique, had just broken through the Eternal Fourth Calamity, leaving too many hidden dangers in his mana. Without crippling his cultivation and rebuilding, he would never break through to the Eternal Fifth Calamity, and if he forcibly advanced his realm, it would only lead to death...

Senluo seemed to have grievously injured Lv Wen, but in fact, he was helping him. Lv Wen, of course, could not understand this...

"He actually let Lv Wen go!" The little demoness in the Ninth Star couldn’t believe her eyes.

Ning Fan, however, appeared thoughtful. With his Five-Color Medicine Soul and being in Senluo’s Ninth Star, his perception was especially acute.

He vaguely felt that after Lv Wen was crippled of one calamity’s cultivation, his mana flowed more smoothly, lacking the previous sluggishness. Although his realm was lowered, his strength seemed to have not decreased but increased...

"Could it be that Senluo indeed made an exception, helping Lv Wen?" Ning Fan pondered.

Outside, Senluo gazed at the Heaven Suppressing Bell. After a long time, he moved his steps, stepping onto the first tier of the nine-tiered Yanqiu of the Altar of the Bell.

As soon as he stepped down, a pressure that could suppress heaven and earth immediately roared out from the Heaven Suppressing Bell, violently pressing down on Senluo.

The pressure was as strong as that of a First Calamity Immortal Sovereign!

Under the impact of that pressure, Senluo’s steps hesitated slightly, pausing for a moment.

He caressed the Shà Jiè, opened the Blood Flame Giant Door, summoned the Beast of Destruction, and commanded, "Qianxun, stay below the Altar of the Bell and protect me!"

The Beast of Destruction was unwilling to obey Senluo’s command, but upon seeing the Heaven Suppressing Bell, its beast eyes suddenly turned sorrowful, lowered its head, and let out a low growl, as if complying with Senluo’s command.

Senluo nodded in satisfaction, and step by step ascended the stone stairs.

With each step higher on the stone stairs, the pressure increased, yet Senluo remained unaffected, his gaze sometimes cold and ruthless, and sometimes revealing rare softness.

That softness was an expression rarely seen in his long life.

He seemed to recall the day he first met Qianxun. He helped her slaughter all her enemies, yet she wasn’t happy. She said,

"Senluo, a life filled with blood cultivation is not what I yearn for. You don’t understand."

Indeed, he would never understand in his lifetime what exactly Qianxun desired...

The second tier of Yanqiu, with pressure comparable to that of a Second Calamity Immortal Lord.

The third tier of Yanqiu, with pressure comparable to that of a Triple Calamity Immortal King.

The fourth tier of Yanqiu, with pressure comparable to that of a Four Calamity Immortal King.

Reaching this point, Senluo remained unmoved by the pressure, but his expression, influenced by memories, gradually frowned as he recalled some unpleasant events.

That year, with his Ghost Profound Peak-Stage cultivation, he became the top below True Immortal in the Eastern Heaven Immortal World. With the Divine Skills of the Void Scripture, he even killed Masters of Mid Stage Enlightenment.

That year, the realm war between the Land of Demons and the Four Heavens Immortal World once again unfolded. Alone, he traversed among countless demons, making life-and-death decisions, and was praised by the strong of the Four Heavens as the only choice for the next Void Young Emperor.

While he was slaying demons and making merits, Qianxun was in the rear, playing chess with his Senior Brother in silence...

Their occasionally intersecting gazes deeply pierced his eyes...

When he first expressed his feelings to her, he was met with her gentle refusal.

"Senluo, you were born as a cultivator, and I am not. We are not suitable for each other; what I want, you do not understand."

The fifth level of Yanqiu, the pressure is comparable to a Five Tribulations Immortal King.

The sixth level of Yanqiu, the pressure is comparable to a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor.

The seventh level of Yanqiu, the pressure is comparable to a Seven Calamity Immortal Emperor!

At the Altar of the Bell, only women chosen as offerings could ignore the pressure of the Heaven Suppressing Bell and ascend to the ninth level of Yanqiu.

Besides, only an Eternal Ninth Calamity Immortal Emperor could withstand the pressure of the Heaven Suppressing Bell and reach the top of Yanqiu.

Stepping onto the seventh level of Yanqiu, Senluo’s pace slowed for the first time.

If he did not summon the Ring of the Initial Saint, with just his cultivation strength, he could at most withstand the pressure of the seventh level of Yanqiu.

He could not ascend to the eighth level, but compared to the past, he had grown much stronger.

It is said that within the Heaven Suppressing Bell lies a great secret left by the Ancestral Emperor from the Eastern Heaven, known only to the Shenhao Twin Emperors through generations; outsiders do not know of it.

For this secret, the Godly Void Pavilion holds the Bell Sacrifice every few years, selecting suitable offerings to offer to the Heaven Suppressing Bell, attempting to acquire the great secret within the bell.

Even if they do not acquire the great secret, after the Bell Sacrifice, the souls of the deceased offerings are purified by the bell’s sound. Once brewed into wine, becoming Spirit Soul Liquor, they are a supreme tonic for cultivators beyond the Eons...

That year, the Family Head of the Xiao Family chose Qianxun as the offering, sacrificing her to the Heaven Suppressing Bell.

That year, Qianxun willingly became the offering, turning her Eternal First Calamity soul into wine. It is said that it was this wine that saved the critically wounded Void Young Emperor, not only healing the dying spirit of the Void Young Emperor but also enabling him to make immense progress, breaking through to the Eternal Sixth Calamity, and becoming the true Void Emperor!

That year, Senluo was still in secluded training. The first moment he emerged, he received a cup of Spirit Soul Liquor and a letter. Inside the letter was but one sentence...

"My choice, presumably, you do not understand either."

Senluo’s expression was lifeless, silent, and speechless as he tore the letter to shreds, seized a mumbling powerhouse from the Xiao Family, and forcibly performed soul-searching to learn the truth.

He did not believe that Qianxun would sacrifice herself for his Senior Brother. From the memory of the Family Head of the Xiao Family, Senluo saw that on the eve of the Bell Sacrifice, Immortal Kings from the ten great secret clans came to the Xiao Family and made some kind of deal with the Family Head.

This deal was the reason Qianxun voluntarily became an offering. The truth is, the Void Emperor never drank Qianxun’s Spirit Soul Liquor. His wounds healed due to other fortunate encounters...

Those Immortal Emperors from the ten great secret clans belonged to the Dark Clan...

He found the Dark Clan Immortal King, killed him, but could not find much useful information in his memory. He would never understand what deal Qianxun made that forced her to become an offering for the Bell Sacrifice.

The only thing he could learn was that the Dark Clan also needed Qianxun’s Spirit Soul Liquor; it was said that her soul was unique and had special use for a Dark Clan Great Emperor...

Qianxun’s soul was brewed into wine, and even her body was put into wine. Many people shared her wine, not just the Dark Clan...

Thus, Senluo flew into a rage, charging into the Dark Clan. Despite exhausting his Emperor’s presence, he finally killed a Dark Clan Sixth Calamity Great Emperor who had consumed Spirit Soul Liquor and even seized a major secret treasure of the Dark Clan.

Thus, Senluo, gravely injured, was pursued by the Dark Clan, yet he paid no heed, charging back to the Dongming Star Domain. He stormed into the Heavenly Prison Realm’s Altar of the Bell, bearing the Dark Clan’s secret treasure, vowing to destroy the Heaven Suppressing Bell and reclaim Qianxun’s remnant path left within the bell!

An Immortal’s remnant path not vanishing does not count as true death. As long as there is enough powerful saint reincarnation force, the remnant path can be reborn!

He had but one wish, to resurrect Qianxun, only to find his insane actions blocked by the entire Godly Void Pavilion.

It was a pity that with his cultivation at the time as a Five Tribulations Immortal King, he simply could not reach the ninth level of the Altar of the Bell, not even having the chance to touch the Heaven Suppressing Bell.

On that day, he was besieged by Divine Void Cultivators and learned from his Senior Brother a shocking fact.

Qianxun’s death was jointly orchestrated by the Dark Clan and the Godly Void Pavilion. Both gained great benefits, and even many powerful figures from the Eastern Heaven drank the Spirit Soul Liquor and gained advantages...

On that day, the Void Emperor told Senluo, "Junior Brother, you were wrong. You shouldn’t have killed the Dark Clan cultivators, bringing great trouble to the Godly Void Pavilion."

At that moment, Senluo looked at the Void Emperor incredulously, feeling that his Senior Brother was so unfamiliar, as if he had never known him before.

"You don’t love her?!" Senluo asked.

"How could you have such a foolish thought?" the Void Emperor was surprised.

At that moment, Senluo looked up and laughed, descending into demonization, his black hair turning entirely into blood-red hair!

"Fine! You don’t love her, I do! The world does not cherish her, I do!"

Thus, he began a slaughter within the Godly Void Pavilion, killing all those who sold out Qianxun for the Spirit Soul Liquor.

Among them, including quite a few old monsters from the Xiao Family...

So, he began his massacre across the Eastern Heaven, covering a hundred and seven star regions. No one knew his motivation for killing was just for a cup of Spirit Soul Liquor!

The search for flames was merely a secondary motive...

Later, he was besieged by the Dark Clan, on the brink of death.

Later, his master paid a huge price to quell the Dark Clan’s anger, sparing his life.

And thus, he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for forty-five million years, until today!

His greatest regret was that three old monsters who consumed the Spirit Soul Liquor were not killed, among them was the Jiuyou Great Emperor.

Those, were the Masters he must kill upon his return to the Eastern Heaven!

To this day, he still does not understand the heart of misty rain intent, still unaware of the truth from back then. Still searching for an answer, still obsessed with killing three people, destroying one bell!

His greater obsession, however, is to gather the power of time, conjuring the Power of Reincarnation, using it to revive the remnant path of misty rain intent!

To achieve this, he could give up everything, could kill everything before him!

He came with the certainty of death to destroy the Heaven Suppressing Bell, he wanted to exchange his life’s blood for misty rain intent to open her eyes again, to see the flourishing beauty of the Eastern Heaven Immortal World!

"Mux Tu is my second Primordial Spirit, Three Revolution Dan Master is my third Primordial Spirit, if it’s to step onto the eighth level of Yanqiu, why should I hesitate to destroy my own Spirit! Burn!"

The word ’Burn’ contained a determination to awe the world and destroy realms!

Senluo abruptly raised his hand to seal, suddenly two figures appeared beside him, one was Mux Tu, the other Three Revolution Dan Master. Both eyes dared simultaneously, burning fiercely!

The two gradually burned to ash, yet none showed signs of fear.

These two Primordial Spirits, one meticulous and prudent, the other timid and shrinking, yet both shared emotions with Senluo. On other matters, they may have differing views, but in saving misty rain intent, they were of the same will, unafraid of a hundred deaths!

The two great Primordial Spirits burned to ash, Senluo’s momentum surged, stepping onto the eighth level of Yanqiu!

This level of Yanqiu can only be reached by a few Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperors!

The ninth level of Yanqiu was still a distance away, Senluo’s gaze sharpened as he ignited his true spirit, step by step heading for the ninth level of Yanqiu!

Burn! Burn! Burn!

His eyes filled with boundless obsession and endless madness, the scene at this moment he had already deduced countless times!

Step by step, ascending to the ninth level of Yanqiu, step by step, reaching the foot of the Heaven Suppressing Bell!

The Heaven Suppressing Bell, one of the relics of the Ancestral Emperor from the Eastern Heaven, possessed destructive power, with the bell tolls, the realm perishes!

Looking at the golden giant bell within reach, Senluo howled at the sky, the blood flame under his feet spread wildly with the roar, raising his hand in a punch, struck heavily on the Heaven Suppressing Bell!

Bong——

An ancient bell sound fiercely echoed from the Heaven Suppressing Bell, spreading across the entire heaven.

The sound integrated enormous counterforce, all impacting on the bones of Senluo’s arm, causing the flesh of his entire right arm to decay instantly, revealing ghastly white bone.

The rebounding bell sound was akin to the full force strike of a Nine Tribulations Celestial Emperor, quickly transmitting across Senluo’s body, creating severe injuries to Senluo.

Senluo staggered back awkwardly, barely stabilizing his stance, his aura already in chaos, his gaze full of regret, yet even more resolute.

The regret was the punch did not inflict even the slightest damage on the Heaven Suppressing Bell.

The resolve was no matter what, today he must fulfill his wish, at all costs!

"Senluo you brat! You slaughtered my Xiao Family back then, today I will make you pay your blood debt with blood!"

A few escape lights of the eon realm hastily approached, one of them screamed towards the Altar of the Bell in rage.

That person claimed to be a Xiao Family Master.

That person was one of those three who slipped through the net back then!

"He...he is the ancestor of the Xiao Family! There’s a portrait of him in the temple of his clan! How can this be! How is he still alive! If he truly lives, why does he never care about Xiao Family’s descendants’ lives!" In the Ninth Star, the little demoness suddenly cried out in disbelief.

Senluo’s eyes turned icy cold, flipping his hand to take out twelve secret treasures as thin as golden needles, all tossed towards the incoming person!

The murderous intent within his words was world-shattering!

"Xiao Mu! You are the second person I cannot spare!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendations and monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)