196: Your art is noisy.

Blackwood Cliff.

There are no trees here.

Only jagged black stones, like the skeletons of demon gods, piercing straight into the sky.

The wind is black.

Carrying a resentment that makes even ordinary Immortals' Divine Souls feel nauseous.

Ye Wushang's figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a giant rock.

He sniffed the scent in the air.

Bloody.

Rotting.

And a unique scent of charred Medicinal Pills mixed with the wailing of Divine Souls.

Very familiar.

And very... disgusting.

He took out his disciple token.

On the list, the name "Divine Medicine Valley" had already been crossed out by a streak of black Devilish Qi.

Next.

Ghost Doctor Sect.

Ye Wushang put away the token and started walking toward the cliff top where the resentment was strongest.

He didn't hide his presence.

Because there was no need.

"Stop!"

Two guards in gray robes with withered faces flashed out from the stone wall.

Their aura was at the Mid-stage Profound Immortal level.

A bit stronger than the watchdogs of Divine Medicine Valley.

"This is the Forbidden Ground of the Ghost Doctor Sect."

"Retreat quickly, and you may leave with an intact corpse."

One of them spoke hoarsely, his eyes flickering with a light as if looking at a dead man.

Ye Wushang stopped.

He looked at the two of them, his pitch-black eyes as calm as an ancient well.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

He announced his affiliation.

"Cleaning up the sect."

The two guards glanced at each other and then let out a burst of ear-piercing laughter like night owls.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect? Never heard of it."

"Are you a crossing Dragon from the Central Region?"

"Just right, the Sect Leader's 'Ten Thousand Soul Banner' is still missing two Profound Immortal main souls!"

As the words fell.

Their figures instantly turned into two streaks of gray mist, pouncing at Ye Wushang from left and right.

Countless pale, withered claws reached out from the mist.

Each claw was entwined with corpse poison capable of eroding an Immortal body.

Ye Wushang didn't move.

He didn't even look up.

He just took a soft breath.

The two imposing clouds of gray mist suddenly stalled.

Then, as if swallowed by an invisible maw, they surged uncontrollably toward Ye Wushang's mouth and nose.

"No!"

"My corpse qi!"

From within the mist came the terrified screams of the two men.

They felt their Origin and Divine Souls being forcibly stripped away by an irresistible force!

In just a breath.

All was calm.

Two shriveled corpses fell to the ground.

Ye Wushang licked his lips, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

"The taste is even worse than those from Divine Medicine Valley."

He continued forward.

The cliff top was a massive platform.

There were no palaces on the platform.

Only a bottomless, giant cave.

Along the edge of the cave, every three steps, stood a totem pole made of human bones.

The poles were hung with dried heads.

Ye Wushang's gaze swept over those heads.

Their faces still bore the remnants of the most extreme fear and pain before death.

"Nice works of art, aren't they?"

A refined and elegant voice came from deep within the cave.

A middle-aged man in a snow-white robe, with a handsome face and a scholarly temperament, walked out slowly.

He didn't hold any weapons.

He only held a still-beating human heart.

He looked at Ye Wushang, his eyes devoid of hostility, instead filled with appreciation.

"Mid-stage Golden Immortal."

He smiled and appraised.

"To have such a cultivation at such a young age, and to have mastered such a pure devouring Demonic Technique."

"Your body is the most perfect 'vessel' I have ever seen."

He was the Sect Leader of the Ghost Doctor Sect.

A madman on the borders of the Southern Region whose name could make even an Immortal Lord turn pale.

Ye Wushang looked at him.

"The scent on you is the foulest."

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"It seems you are also a fellow traveler."

"But your methods are too crude, too barbaric."

He put the heart into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, forming a sharp contrast with his snow-white robe.

"True art is creation."

He spread his arms, his expression intoxicated.

"Look at these heads; each one wailed for seven days and seven nights under my carefully prepared 'Seven-Day Soul-Severing Powder' before condensing the most perfect expression of fear."

"Look at this cave, I call it the 'Nursery Bed'."

"I have fed it with the flesh and blood of a hundred thousand Mortals and the Divine Souls of three thousand Cultivators for three hundred years."

"Soon, a brand new, great life will be born!"

Rumble—

As his voice fell.

The entire Blackwood Cliff trembled violently.

From the bottomless cave came a heartbeat like muffled thunder.

An aura of extreme evil and chaos soared into the sky!

"Can you feel it!"

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader's expression was fanatical.

"This is the heartbeat of the 'God of Plague'!"

"When He descends, the entire Immortal Realm will be bathed in the art of death I have created!"

Ye Wushang looked at him and finally spoke.

"Your art."

"Is very noisy."

"What?"

The fanaticism on the Ghost Doctor Sect Leader's face froze.

"I said."

Ye Wushang's figure began to turn illusory.

"You talk too much."

Buzz—

Behind him.

The gate of ten thousand demons burst open!

This time, no roars of billions of demon gods came from within the gate.

There was only a deathly silent, deep darkness.

"Devouring?"

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader smiled disdainfully.

"My 'God of Plague' is the Incarnation of devouring itself!"

"Just right, let you become the first bit of nourishment for His descent!"

He formed hand seals and pointed toward the cave.

"Awaken! My most perfect masterpiece!"

Roar—

A roar unlike any living creature exploded from the cave!

A deformed giant claw, composed entirely of pus, blood, skeletons, and resentment, suddenly reached out of the cave entrance and grabbed toward Ye Wushang!

On that giant claw was entwined the power of the Origin Plague, enough to instantly turn even a Golden Immortal into pus and blood!

However.

Ye Wushang just watched quietly.

At the moment the giant claw was about to touch him.

From the deathly silent gate of ten thousand demons behind him.

A hand reached out.

A hand of a demon god, also pitch-black but as solid as substance, as if constructed from the Law of the End.

That hand gently squeezed.

It crushed the overbearing, deformed giant claw along with the plague power on it into pieces!

"No! This is impossible!"

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader's eyes almost popped out.

"How can your Demonic Technique suppress the Origin Plague!"

"Because."

Ye Wushang's figure appeared before him, his voice cold.

"Your 'god' is too weak."

He reached out and pressed down on the Ghost Doctor Sect Leader's head.

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader was so terrified that his Soul was Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; his body instantly turned into a pool of pus and blood, trying to escape.

But the demon god's hand was one step ahead, completely sealing off the entire space.

"No! Don't kill me!"

"I can give you the 'God of Plague'! We can create great art together!"

The Ghost Doctor Sect Leader screamed in terror.

Ye Wushang's hand stopped above his head.

He looked at the ugly monster still struggling to crawl out of the cave.

He shook his head.

"I only want your cultivation."

As his voice fell.

His palm pressed down.

"Ah—"

The shrill scream came to an abrupt halt.

The Mid-stage Golden Immortal Ghost Doctor Sect Leader, along with his soon-to-be-born "God of Plague".

Were both completely devoured by that deathly silent gate of ten thousand demons.

Not even a trace of sound could be heard.

Ye Wushang closed his eyes.

Vast and pure power circulated within his body.

The barrier of the Golden Immortal realm was trembling violently.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

That breath of turbid air actually corroded a deep pit into the black stone in front of him.

He took out his disciple token.

Crossed out the name "Ghost Doctor Sect".

His gaze fell on the next name.

"Hundred Herbs Sect."

Ye Wushang's figure disappeared from the spot.

Leaving behind only a Blackwood Cliff that was slowly turning into powder in the wind.