It was also when Ou Yangming was talking to Big Yellow, in the sky above a blood-colored forest, plenty of blood and Qi flowed down from the sky. They spun rapidly and gathered to form a vortex that was as long as a snake.
From afar, it looked like a 333-meters-long snake was standing upside down above the red forest. There was even a faint red glow shining below the vortex. All the spirit beasts that touched the vortex had their blood essences in their flesh, bones, and marrow, as well as the spiritual Qis in their dantian, sucked dry in an instant. They ended up turning into dried carcasses and fell on the red ground below the vortex. The scene was shocking.
The world was silent. Feng Xinxiao slowly walked forward and broke a dead branch on the ground. A rustle was heard from under his foot.
All of a sudden, pure blood and Qi surged out from the sky and entered his body through the top of his head.
His eyes were bloodshot. Other than the color of blood, there was nothing else in his eyes. They looked like 2 worlds filled with slaughter. To him, it did not make any difference where he was. Wherever he was, it was 18 levels of hell.
A blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and the sky was painted red. He pursed his lips and chuckled. “The killing intent of a Ruler? It’s really powerful. I wonder whose it is.” He narrowed his eyes as cracking sounds came from his body. Sharp spurs grew all over his body, especially on the top of his head. They looked like bone sabers that had just been soaked in fresh blood.
He only opened his eyes slowly after a full 10 breaths.
After a chuckle, he casually pressed his hand toward the vortex in the sky above the red forest.
In an instant, the snake-like vortex disintegrated and turned into bloody mists that slowly dissipated.
Feng Xinxiao looked into the distance. Nobody knew what he was thinking but suddenly, a crazy and brutal aura swept out in all directions with him as the center.
Greed, selfishness, anger, delusion, desire… All kinds of negative emotions were contained within. Wherever the bizarre aura swept out, the brilliance in the eyes of countless living beings faded away. The blood essences in their bodies rushed straight to their minds, and they fell to the ground with a bang. Blood lights stirred the quiet sky into pieces and twirled around Feng Xinxiao, and they were devoured by him.
At every moment, his comprehension of the law of slaughter increased at an inconceivable speed. He was attaining his path through slaughter.
After about 8 minutes, the pair of blood-red eyes withdrew from the distance.
With a flash of thought, Feng Xinxiao secretly adjusted his Qi momentum, gathered his Qi, and exhaled. The spiritual Qi in his chest and abdomen slowly shrank. He gently exhaled a mouthful of blood mists. The blood mists revolved non-stop as if they had turned into a deep black hole. Circle after circle, they swept up the sky, stirring up a red gale.
Grass, trees, spirit beasts, mountain rocks…
After being swept up by the red gale, everything turned into grey lights.
Even spirit beasts that were top-grade Venerable Ones were the same. They could only watch helplessly as the red whirlwind approached them, tearing their bodies into crisscrossing cracks. They were like ceramic cups that had been smashed into pieces, forcefully sticking together. In an instant, not a single sound was made, and their souls were scattered. This was the power of the law of slaughter. With just a thought, one could shatter the souls of the mighty figures that were suppressing an area.
If the path of Yin and Yang was said to be mysterious and unfathomable…
The law of slaughter was like demons and gods repulsion, where nobody would dare to get involved.
Feng Xinxiao had a satisfied look on his face as he nodded. It was obvious that he was pleased with this result. He raised his head and looked toward the east, then he coldly said, “Back then, I lost a move to you. Now, I want to win it back. I want to kill you to attain my path, I want to attain perfection in the law of slaughter, and I want to rule the Dragons and the Phoenixes and accomplish great things.” At this moment, the wild desire hidden deep within his heart grew from a withered yellow weed into a towering green tree that was dripping with verdant drops.
After walking for an unknown time, a tribe appeared within his perception.
“Not bad—as expected of the heart of origins. Such a small tribe actually has a Ruler?” Feng Xinxiao lifted his shoulder strap, and a red light flashed in his eyes. He lightly licked his lips, and a solidified killing intent spread out, causing the winds and clouds to surge in the sky. Red clouds scattered and gathered, gathered and dispersed.
His eyes lit up, and a red cloud condensed out of thin air and moved down.
In the sky, the red cloud flew up and down. In just an instant, the sky was filled with red.
The color of the cloud was deeper than fresh blood. It faintly gave off an odd feeling. Layer by the pressure was getting stronger. A majestic pressure that made one’s heart palpitate descended from the red cloud.
Thunderbolts rumbled, and the world fell into silence.
“Who is it? Who is it that’s targeting our tribe?” An old man sitting cross-legged under a tree opened his eyes, which seemed to contain a deep starry sky. A pressure unique to Rulers swept in all directions. He looked at the condensed red cloud with a grave expression.
“Clan Master, what’s going on?” A man in a beast robe walked to the old man’s side and asked softly.
“I don’t know…” The old man stood up as a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
In his heart, he wondered, ‘Could it be that the surrounding tribes are targeting us?’ Just as this thought appeared in his mind, he negated it. Given that the powerhouse could control law and change the celestial phenomenon with his will, he must be rarely seen in the heart of origins. Not a single one of such powerhouses existed within several 50,000 kilometers.
“What’s going on then?” The old man frowned deeply. He could not understand it no matter how hard he tried.
“Clan Master, what should we do now?” The beast-robed man only felt a pressure pressing down on his shoulders, and he looked worried.
The old man stroked his chin with his aged fingers. After pondering for a moment, he said, “Open the Big Mountain-guarding Formation and quickly escape with our clan members.”
“Yes!” The beast-robed man bowed.
“Escape? Can you escape?” Feng Xinxiao had a playful look on his face. He raised his hand and pressed it into the air. With that, streaks of red thunderbolts came crashing down from the thunderclouds like a torrential downpour. They were dense and urgent, covering the sky and the sun.
On the other hand, the Ruler, who was known as the clan master, flipped his wrist, and a palm-sized stone statue flew out. It grew with the wind. Upon closer inspection, it was a half-human and half-beast monster.
The stone statue was heavy, and it gave people a feeling like they were facing a mountain.
On the ground, many runic nodes formed a circular formation, enveloping the entire tribe.
“Hey?” Feng Xinxiao let out a soft exclamation. His voice was calm and indifferent but when the old man heard it, it was like thunder on dry land, directly causing blood to flow out of his 7 orifices. In just an instant, the grey robe on the old man’s body was soaked in fresh blood as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
The thunderbolts that were as fine as rain shattered the stone statue in less than 100 breaths.
With that, the entire tribe became a land of peril.
1 place, 2 places…
Feng Xinxiao’s understanding of the law of slaughter was getting deeper.
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The heart of origins was mysterious and vast. No one knew what it contained or what secrets it had.
This was the most mysterious and difficult place to describe in the Great Wide World. The tribes that could survive here were all powerful. No matter what, they had to have several Rulers to oversee them or it would be impossible for them to live and reproduce here.
It was worth noting that the law of the jungle was the main theme of this world. This would not change no matter how many years had passed.
The so-called fairness only existed in the hands of the strong. If one was not strong, it would be a joke to talk about fairness.
In the far east of the heart of origins, it was known as the corner of the sea and the edge of the sky. It was surrounded by 3 towering peaks. The 4 seasons were like spring all year round, and the weather was pleasant. Furthermore, the spiritual Qi there was dense. Even among the many blessed lands in the hearts of origins, it could be ranked at the top.
The sun was bright and beautiful, and a gentle breeze blew across the land, stirring up the leaves and branches.
In the middle of the 3 towering peaks was a small village. There were only 100 houses, but the houses were much taller than the ones in the small courtyards of ordinary farmers. They were at least 20 to 23 meters tall. No matter how one looked at them, they gave people a different feeling.
A clear stream passed through the village and extended into the distance.
Beside the stream, a dignified and strong child was quietly staring at the stream. He was only 6 or 7 years old, but he was tall and had broad shoulders. He was much taller than the average human. In particular, there was a faint star mark between his eyebrows. If one were to look closely, the dim star mark was exactly the same as the ones between the eyebrows of the Ancient Shamans in the Long River of Time.
All of a sudden, the boy moved. His body was flexible like a gust of wind or a sword feather.
He raised his hand and grabbed a spirit fish from the water. He held it in his hand, and his eyes were filled with joy. They looked pure and simple, so pure that it made one’s heart tremble.
At the spur of the moment, a voice came from a room as someone pretended to complain, “All things have spirits. Du Lingxuan, aren’t you going to let the fish go?” The voice was a little old, but it seemed amiable. Just by listening to the voice, one could imagine that it must have come from a kind-looking old man who had seen through the vicissitudes of the world.
Du Lingxuan rolled his eyes and deliberately shook his head.
He responded pretentiously, “Fine, fine. Heaven has the virtue of living well. Since cultivation isn’t easy, I’ll let you live this time.” After saying that, he threw the struggling spirit fish into the water, wore his straw sandals, then pushed the door open and entered the house with light steps.
It was still daytime, but a golden oil lamp was lit in the house. What was even stranger was that the fire inside was also golden in color.
Next to the oil lamp, an old man with a white beard was sitting on a wooden stool.
He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand. His body swayed slightly, and he gently lifted the wick of the lamp. The light of the oil lamp immediately became much brighter. It was golden and bright as if it could dispel the cold and bring light. The old man’s figure was reflected on the window as he swayed. At this moment, the wick emitted a hissing sound as it split into 3. Though the oil lamp was not extinguished, it had become much dimmer.
The old man’s wrinkly hand shook and stopped in mid-air.
After a full 10 breaths, the old man withdrew his suspended hand. He placed the bamboo stick down and gently rubbed the space between his eyebrows, then he said in a low voice, “The wick has split into 3; it’s a bad omen. This time, I’m afraid something big will happen…” As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves. 6 turtle shells covered with runes fell and spun on the table. The unusual runes on them kept jumping around.
“As the elder of the Shaman Tribe, I, Du Xie, will sacrifice 100 years of my life to pry the great path of life. Activate!”
