93: Chapter 94 Cultivator Turns into Demon

"The Formation Masters Pavilion... Immortal Longevity City, how did it end up like this?"

As far as Shen Moyan's eyes could see, everything was a field of ruins.

Some existence had destroyed Immortal Longevity City's Formation hub, the Formation Masters Pavilion, causing the city's grand Formation to completely paralyze.

At the city wall nearest to him, ten Cultivators were back-to-back in a battle Formation, struggling to fend off attacks from seven or eight dark shadows moving like ghosts.

When their Spells blasted those dark shadows, they often only made the targets stumble slightly.

But those dark shadows were fearless of death, their attacks aimed directly at vital points, carrying a poisonous Devilish Qi that corroded spiritual power.

In less than three seconds, nine Cultivators were grazed by their attacks.

Those nine Cultivators, faces contorted in pain, knelt on the ground as their bodies underwent a bizarre and uniform transformation.

Their eyes lost focus, then became shrouded in a layer of dark demonic flames.

Beneath their skin, blue-black blood vessels bulged and writhed like earthworms.

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Their eyes turned crimson, staring at the last remaining female Cultivator.

The female Cultivator held a Magic Treasure, her face deathly pale.

"No!"

She let out a desperate roar.

Dozens of infected Cultivators pounced on the female Cultivator, followed by the sound of shattering bones and tearing flesh.

A moment later, only fragments of Dharma robes and Physical Body debris remained on the spot.

Furthermore, the Physical Body debris emitted a radiance that sank into the earth, polluting the ground into a purple-black color and spreading frantically outward from the point of death as the center.

Shen Moyan, who had crawled out of a hole in the city wall, witnessed this scene, and his brain shuddered.

In Shen Moyan's eyes, the fluctuations emitted by that female Cultivator's flesh and blood fragments were completely different from the fluctuations of ordinary Dao Rhyme.

"Is this a Demon Seed?"

A Demon Seed was also a form of Dao Rhyme.

For those devoured by the 'Demon', their remnant bodies and souls would transform into Demon Seeds.

"Those people, are they Demonic Fiends?"

Shen Moyan watched the infected people walking away; being infected, losing consciousness, eyes blood-red, and carrying the aura of a Demon Seed—it perfectly matched the characteristics of some Demonic Fiends.

He slowly walked to the place where the female Cultivator had met her end.

Having seen the Formation process of a Demon Seed for the first time, Shen Moyan deeply memorized this scene, which would be of great benefit to his subsequent comprehension of the Primordial Demon Heavenly Book.

Shen Moyan pulled a breath concealing talisman from his sleeve, stuck it on himself, and circulated the Turtle Breathing Great Technique to its limit.

Since he had already seen Seeing Xiyi, Shen Moyan was more adept at controlling his own aura, and with the 'Person Outside the Formation' achievement, his presence was nearly non-existent.

After concealing himself, he expanded his Divine Sense to its maximum, enveloping the entire Immortal Longevity City.

The slaughter of Cultivators by Demonic Fiends was happening in every corner of Immortal Longevity City.

Shen Moyan focused his gaze on a battle ten miles away.

Similarly, a female Cultivator was being attacked by Demonic Fiends.

Devilish Qi drilled into her seven orifices like a living thing; her shrill scream lasted only half a breath before coming to an abrupt halt.

A moment later, she stood up unsteadily, a dark light flickering in her eyes, and joined the ranks of the slaughter.

The chain of transformation was extending automatically.

Like a plague, but faster than a plague and more irresistible.

Those Cultivators who still remained conscious not only had to face the pursuit of Demonic Fiends with strengthened Physical Bodies everywhere but also the sudden betrayal of their companions.

Looking at the scene like a living Hell, Shen Moyan's pupils shook violently, his expression excited:

"What a high-level method!"

Shen Moyan looked up at the starless sky and instantly grasped the origin of this disaster.

"Six Hells Demon Venerable is truly a monster."

This was the Dao Rhyme fluctuation of the Six Hells Demon Venerable. When he fought with Siming, the Dao Rhyme he emitted—whether intentionally or unintentionally—fell into reality and became Demon Seeds raining down upon the world.

The resistance of the remaining Cultivators in the city was rapidly collapsing, and their flight had lost all direction.

Wherever the eternal night covered, any living thing could instantly become an enemy.

"Using war to sustain war, transforming enemies into resources."

"If this kind of Divine Ability could be used by me..."

The Yao Beast invasion was a savage destruction, an organized and planned act of aggression.

From Deng Jinhua and other Holy Court officials colluding with the Yao, planting many hidden pieces, crushing the Human Race's economy, and destroying the network, to the gradual outbreak of war.

It wasted manpower, time, and resources.

But the scene before him was like an efficient, goal-oriented purge and transformation.

The Demon Venerable didn't even need to act personally; just his heaven-and-earth-shrouding pressure and scattered Dao Rhyme were enough to turn most of the remaining Cultivators on this land into his minions.

Shen Moyan expanded his Divine Sense again, extending it to the even more distant lands outside Immortal Longevity City.

Those Demonic Fiends began to spontaneously gather like a swarm of ants, led by some slightly stronger Demonic Fiends, organizedly pouncing on several places where strong spiritual light of resistance still flickered.

Those places might be the mountain gate Formations of some Holy Court subordinate Sects in Feiguang Prefecture, or strongholds where a few powerful individuals like Jiang Qingshui of Langya Prefecture gathered.

An efficient mop-up was unfolding in an orderly manner under the invisible will of the Demon Venerable.

Shen Moyan slowly closed his eyes, calculating and comparing the degree to which Human Race strongholds fell during the 'Yao Race Invasion'.

When he opened them again, his eyes held only a deep, pond-like darkness.

"Efficient! This is the kind of method a high-level Cultivator should have!"

After comparison, the Yao Race's years of planning couldn't even compare to the Demon Venerable's unintentional Dao Rhyme dissipation.

"The Yao Race has lived for so many years, yet they are still a bunch of beasts who only know how to eat raw meat and drink blood."

"Even if they've become smarter and learned how to plan, so what?"

"Ten thousand plans and a thousand schemes, in the end, are no match for a single thought from the Demon Venerable!"

Comparing the two completely different methods of war between the Yao and the Demon, Shen Moyan grumbled.

Of course, it was also possible that the Yao Race's high-end combat power was pinned down by the Human Race and couldn't act.

But Shen Moyan wanted to say: all roads lead to Rome, so why choose the most laborious one?

"As expected, in cultivation, one must ultimately return great power to oneself!"

Shen Moyan pulled out the yi mo gourd, preparing to go to the battlefield to collect resources and harvest true blood of the heavenly demon through trade as usual, but he suddenly froze in place.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Shen Moyan began to ponder his own path.

Since this lifetime, he seemed to have relied a bit too much on the power of the Heavenly Demon Great Dao.

This shouldn't be, absolutely shouldn't be.

Heavenly Demon power was all external; the only thing he could truly rely on was himself.

"When gazing into the abyss, the abyss is also gazing into me..."

Shen Moyan gave a cold laugh.

Inspecting his inner self, he saw that the pitch-black dotted lines representing the karma lines between the Heavenly Demon and himself were becoming more and more solid.

The power of the Heavenly Demon was like the most cunning parasitic vine, silently eroding his Dao foundation bit by bit.

Every time he used the power of the true blood of the heavenly demon to peer, plot, or perceive, it deepened the karmic connection between that Heavenly Demon and himself by a fraction.

Over these fifteen years, it had become especially obvious.

A thirst for power grew like a poisonous weed deep within his Dao Heart.

If allowed to develop, Shen Moyan feared he would fall from a calm chess player to a Puppet driven by the Heavenly Demon.

"Want to control me? No way!"

Leaving All Forms!

At the critical moment, Shen Moyan fully circulated the Scripture of Severing All Manifestations.

"My will tells me that I am the master of this body!"

After seeing Seeing Xiyi, this technique helped him identify and strip away various thoughts related to the manifestations of the Heavenly Demon.

Stripping away all manifestations and pointing directly to emptiness was precisely the Sharp Weapon for dealing with the formless and substanceless Heavenly Demon intentions.