636: Chapter 636 Evil Spirit Altar, Crown Prince of the Great Xuan

"Sister, now that the Dazheng army has taken a detour, is the danger to our Han Family cleared?"

Han Xue said excitedly. In her heart, her parents and sister were the most important, so how could she not be happy now that the danger had passed?

"It's not that simple. It's only temporary," Han Yue said, shaking her head upon hearing this.

"Sister, what do you mean by that?" Han Xue asked, puzzled.

"Let's go, let's go home!" Han Yue remained silent, turning back toward the Han Family Manor.

Heading all the way west, the trio of Hun Tiandi, Liu Ling, and Mr. Corpse Soul flew along. Along the way, they encountered thirty thousand Blood Feather Mercenaries who were slaughtering and blood-washing village after village.

Just like the Blood Feather Mercenaries that Dao Sword had encountered before, they were collecting soul power.

"Your Majesty, should we slay these Blood Feather Mercenaries?" Liu Ling looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, his face full of indignation.

Hun Tiandi remained silent upon hearing this, shaking his head slightly as a fierce aura flickered in the depths of his eyes.

"I will do it personally!"

These Blood Feather Mercenaries were fearless of death, making them perfect for honing his blade techniques and improving himself. As a cultivator, it is only between life and death that one finds great terror and great opportunity.

"Your Majesty, it's dangerous. There are thirty thousand Blood Feather Mercenaries here. No matter how strong one is, taking on thirty thousand mercenaries alone is truly perilous," Liu Ling tried to dissuade him.

"No matter!" Hun Tiandi waved his hand, extremely confident.

Whoosh!

He reached out and drew his long blade, falling to the ground like a meteor from beyond the heavens. A deep pit was instantly stamped out beneath his feet with a thunderous boom.

In the distance, the thirty thousand Blood Feather Mercenaries had just finished trampling a small town. Riding their Sha Demons, they looked toward the center with evil gazes.

His figure was like lightning as the Dou Qi within his body surged out, whistling and circulating. Hun Tiandi charged directly into the midst of the Blood Feather Mercenaries.

Puchi!

Having already had the experience of slaying Blood Feather Mercenaries once before, he was naturally adept at the slaughter this time.

Blade qi erupted with overbearing force. A single strike slew several Blood Feather Mercenaries. This was a slaughter—an overwhelming massacre.

He used only basic blade techniques, tempering them in battle until they became part of his combat instinct.

Slanting slashes, horizontal slashes, cleaves, chops...

In Hun Tiandi's hands, these simple blade techniques turned the mundane into the miraculous, erupting with unimaginable power.

"The Transcendent?" Mr. Corpse Soul said in surprise.

"Mr. Corpse Soul, what is the Transcendent?" Liu Ling asked, puzzled. Ever since he had seen Mr. Corpse Soul manifest something as terrifying as the Yellow Spring Road, he felt a sense of awe in his heart.

As an Alchemist, he naturally possessed some arrogance, but it had now vanished.

"The Transcendent? The Transcendent is the pinnacle of Dou Techniques. It is when a Dou Technique is completely understood and unified with combat instinct—a perfect fusion of power and skill. There are no fixed moves; one acts as they please. Where the heart goes, the power follows!"

Mr. Corpse Soul explained.

Liu Ling nodded, seemingly understanding yet still somewhat confused.

"Kill!"

Hun Tiandi let out a thunderous shout. His Dou Qi circulated as his blade force swept out. With each strike, a swath of enemies was slain. Under such intense exertion, the Dou Qi in his body was also being rapidly consumed.

He paid it no mind at all. After each kill, strands of illusory soul power were absorbed by the green storage ring on his left hand.

His entire body was stained with blood. Amidst the slaughter, his murderous aura surged like a tide, and the emperor-slaying blade was also permeated with baleful energy.

Stained by blood and fueled by its master's boiling battle intent, the long blade hummed.

"Blade Consciousness?" Hun Tiandi thought with surprise. He did not stop fighting, but his mind carefully sensed the change.

The long blade in his hand seemed to have birthed a sliver of spirituality, though it was very faint.

Heavenly Law: Wind Tear, Void Rend.

Hun Tiandi said in a low voice. As he struck, blade qi erupted from the tip of the blade, tearing frantically toward both sides and sweeping toward the Blood Feather Mercenaries.

Puchi...

Everywhere the blade edge passed, anything it touched was instantly shredded by the massive blade force, sending a rain of blood into the air.

Space distorted slightly as small cracks appeared, erupting with spatial suction before instantly shattering.

After a day of such frantic slaughter, he finally slew all thirty thousand Blood Feather Mercenaries.

Phew!

Hun Tiandi's breathing was ragged, and his forehead was drenched in sweat. This bout of slaughter had nearly exhausted the Dou Qi in his body.

Waves of weakness continuously washed over him.

Whoosh!

Liu Ling and Mr. Corpse Soul flew over, concerned: "Your Majesty?"

"No matter!" Hun Tiandi waved his hand and sat cross-legged. He circulated the Thunder Emperor Art within his body to recover his Dou Qi, refining the terrifying energy around him.

Time passed. After three days of meditation and recovery, the power within his body was surging once again.

He gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and opened his eyes, which shot out two bolts of lightning.

"Your Majesty, these are the green storage rings from the Blood Feather Mercenaries," Liu Ling said respectfully.

Hun Tiandi took the storage rings and nodded slightly. Feeling the countless soul powers collected within the two Soul Gathering storage rings, his heart remained unmoved.

"Liu Ling, burn them all!"

"Yes!" Liu Ling took the order and flicked his finger. Golden flames fell to the ground, and the corpses of the Blood Feather Mercenaries scattered everywhere, along with the bodies of the town's people, were all burned to ashes.

The three of them departed.

Hun Tiandi led the two toward a mysterious location, having obtained some information during the previous slaughter.

A few days later, they found an underground space. It was vast, spanning a full ten mu.

The edges were crowded with people.

Before them were series of eerie trenches shaped like bizarre runes. They appeared to be heavy with yin energy and extremely evil.

There were three large pits: one was filled with Soul Gathering Stones, and another was piled high with human hearts—endless human hearts.

It was like a small mountain. A rough estimate put it at ten million human hearts piled in the second pit; the blood had already dried.

Maggots writhed within, making it incredibly nauseating.

The third pit was the most terrifying. It was filled with infants—no, they were dead fetuses still attached to placentas, likely cut out from the bellies of pregnant women.

It was too brutal!

All three pits contained extremely evil things, and the trenches connected them all.

In the center was a circular jade platform emitting a yellow light and flickering with a large number of runes, looking incredibly eerie.

"This is an Evil Spirit Altar!" Mr. Corpse Soul whispered.

Hun Tiandi frowned as he looked at the circular jade platform. The yellow light felt somewhat familiar.

What was that yellow light?

Providence? It was Providence, and also the Earth Qi of a Dragon Vein?

The three waited quietly. When the bright moon hung high in the sky, a group of people emerged.

The leader wore a jade crown and a python robe, his face carrying a hint of overbearing authority. Was this the Crown Prince of Great Xuan?

"How can this be? The Crown Prince of the Daxuan Heavenly Dynasty is actually performing such evil deeds?" Hun Tiandi said in surprise.

"Greetings, Lord!" the group said respectfully.

The Crown Prince of Great Xuan ignored them and walked forward toward the circular jade platform in the center.

He clapped his hands, and the light on the stone walls grew brighter. He swept a cold gaze around the room.

"Everyone, you have worked hard!" the Crown Prince of Great Xuan said in a low voice.

"It is our honor to serve the Lord!" the crowd immediately responded.

"Mm." The Crown Prince of Great Xuan waved his hand, not saying more to these ant-like subordinates. He flicked his sleeve.

Ang!

A dragon's roar echoed from beneath the jade platform. Within that roar was a sense of pain, and suddenly, the yellow light flared intensely.

"Aba aba..."

The Crown Prince of Great Xuan chanted an unintelligible incantation. His voice carried an evil flavor as his hands formed seals, as if he were performing some kind of secret technique.

Wah... wah...

In the pit filled with infants, the cries of countless babies rang out. Though they were clearly dead, they emitted a piercing sound that made the hair on one's neck stand up.

The infant cries echoed in all directions, reverberating in their ears.

From the pit of Soul Gathering Stones, countless soul bodies emerged. In this special environment, the illusory soul bodies could be seen being released.

The scene was extremely terrifying.

Ah...

Wuwu...

Countless soul bodies shrieked in pain, their faces distorted as if they were about to self-destruct, screaming until their voices gave out.

Combined with the sounds of the dead infants, anyone with a weak will would likely have collapsed on the spot.

A Nether Purgatory. The gruesome sight in this underground space was just like a Nether Purgatory.

Before everyone could regain their senses, the pit filled with human hearts in the distance suddenly flared with a crimson light, turning the area blood-red.

Bang... bang... they began to explode...