173: Chapter 173 The Curse of Ten Thousand Souls

Following Zhao Yi's voice, countless grievances of the Human Race gathered toward Anning Prefecture.

These members of the Human Race had all been slaughtered and devoured by the Spirit Clan.

Zhao Yi looked around and continued,

"Today, the Spirit Clan gathers in the Far West Land, collecting myriad Demonic Qi to become an unprecedented clan."

"Self-styled as communicating with spirits and reaching the nether, controlling wind and lightning, stealing the mechanism of heaven and earth, and disrupting the order of the Great Yin."

"Their masses are like ants, their hearts like jackals, hiding treachery and disaster, causing chaos for a thousand years, their crimes spanning the galaxy, causing anger among both Humans and Immortals."

"Today, I establish this great curse—"

The grievances of many members of the Human Race boiled, falling into the Void Realm. Accompanied by Zhao Yi's incantation, they suppressed the Luck of the Spirit Clan.

"Open the gates of the Nine Heavens, summon the Qi of Primordial Silence, tear the boundaries of the Three Enclosures, draw the fire of the Void Realm from beyond the heavens, extract the roots of the earth's veins, weave chains of demonic souls, strip the bones of mountain spirits, and cast a giant monument to suppress the clan."

Following Zhao Yi's words, bursts of gray Qi appeared in the Void Realm, gathering into the shape of a stone monument.

Looking at that gray Qi, Zhao Yi always felt it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but now was clearly not the time to investigate deeply. He continued,

"Decree,"

"Don't!"

Just then, the Mahayana Spirit Clan members scattered in other places arrived.

"Old Ancestor Zhao—"

"Senior Zhao—"

"Immortal Zhao, we were wrong."

"Please grant my Spirit Clan a path to survival. We swear to stay in the Far West Land forever and never come out again."

A portion of the Mahayana Spirit Clan knelt before Zhao Yi, kowtowing repeatedly. Most of these Mahayana Spirit Clan members were plant and vegetation Essence Spirits.

However, their entire bodies were boiling with human grievances; clearly, they had enjoyed themselves quite a bit during these days.

Another portion of the Mahayana Spirit Clan was very tough, threatening,

"Zhao Yi, our Saintess is also in the Human Immortal Realm. Aren't you afraid of the Saintess returning to take revenge if you act so ruthlessly?"

If it were just threats, Zhao Yi wouldn't be angry. Yet, they unexpectedly brought out countless members of the Human Race.

These members of the Human Race were trapped in Sumeru mustard seeds, ranging from four or five thousand to one or two hundred. They had long lost their minds and become walking corpses.

Zhao Yi closed his eyes, no longer looking at those members of the Human Race, nor at these Mahayana Spirit Clan members, but continued in a deep voice,

"For all those with the Spirit Clan Bloodline, from now on, cultivation will be doubly difficult. With every step forward, there will be ten layers of Heart Demons."

"With every transformation, there will be a backlash against their Origin. With every consumption of a soul, karmic fire will burn the heart."

"Their dwellings shall know no peace, hearing funeral bells at night. Their actions shall not go smoothly, with murderous intent at every step. Their words shall not be trusted by the world, and every word shall become a prophecy!"

Subsequently, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of heart blood.

"Curse of the Ten Thousand Spirits' Broken Souls,"

"Fall!"

The word "Fall" directly expanded the mouthful of heart blood Zhao Yi had spat out. The entire sky turned blood-red, shrouding the heads of all living beings.

Except for the Human Race, basically all living beings in the Qingling Realm were locked by Zhao Yi. From now on, even if they were not Death Cultivators, it would be worse than being Death Cultivators; every step being a tribulation would be the norm.

Feeling the Curse of the Ten Thousand Spirits' Broken Souls take effect, many Mahayana Spirit Clan members were completely stunned.

If one could say the Qingling Immortal only hindered the development of the Spirit Clan, then Zhao Yi had dug up the roots of the Spirit Clan.

"You, you..."

A Mahayana Spirit Clan member with an elephant head pointed at Zhao Yi,

"I will fight you to the death."

Saying this, he rushed straight at Zhao Yi, and with a boom, self-detonated in front of Zhao Yi.

This self-detonation was like a beginning; the other Mahayana Spirit Clan members followed suit. Regardless of whether they could hurt Zhao Yi, they blew themselves up first.

They called it sacrificing oneself for the Dao.

"Damn it, it's truly laughable. When you were wantonly eating people, did you ever think of today?"

Zhao Yi suddenly looked up, his hair disheveled,

Holding the great sumeru treasure hoe, it circled behind him like a ribbon.

He took a step forward, and the Void Realm collapsed,

"Sacrificing oneself for the Dao?"

"Truly shameless."

"If you really wanted to sacrifice yourselves for the Dao, you wouldn't just detonate Clones and fake bodies. You are truly a bunch of shameless scoundrels."

"Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish."

Before Zhao Yi's voice fell, the great sumeru treasure hoe shook, transforming into a giant shadow a thousand zhang tall.

"Star-Burning Explosive hoe."

Sparks gathered on the great sumeru treasure hoe.

Zhao Yi flicked his hand, inputting all his Immortal power, and combined with that cyan-green Law power, it seemed as if the great sumeru treasure hoe had come alive.

"Clone!"

Hundreds of millions of giant shadows of the great sumeru treasure hoe flew out, submerging into the Void Realm.

Soon, screams came; this was because there were Spirit Clan members hiding nearby.

"Regardless of cultivation level, as long as it is a Spirit Clan member, exterminate them all."

On this day, the entire Qingling Realm was filled with wails,

The color of blood dyed the earth and rivers red,

Everywhere were the screams and pleas for mercy of the Spirit Clan.

Baigong Mountain.

Over a hundred Spirit Clan members were having a feast. They belonged to the Bei Rat Clan among the Spirit Clan. This clan almost entirely consisted of human bodies with Bei heads.

Although they could speak human language, they all did beastly things,

For example, right now they were skinning and deboning a group of members of the Human Race, and a fire nearby was already hung with human dried meat.

In a cave not far away, there were still hundreds of members of the Human Race, huddled inside, all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Among them, a young child asked innocently,

"Grandpa, they are demons, why are they called the Spirit Clan?"

"Also, they eat us, why don't we resist?"

"Where are the Cultivators of our Human Race? Where did they go?"

"Shh, don't speak. Do you not want your life?"

The old man beside him was nothing but skin and bones. These hundreds of people were all old and young, with not much meat on their bodies. If there had been any meat, it would have long been roasted into dried meat.

"Yo!"

"Human Cultivators?"

A Bei Rat Clan member sneered,

"Today I will eat you, little brat."

"Master will bleed you first—"

The old man hugged the child tightly,

"Demon Master, he is still just a child."

"Cut the crap, I eat children."

Kicking the old man away, the Bei Rat Clan member grabbed the child and left,

The old man was so distressed he couldn't even cry,

"Heavens, please open your eyes!"

"Sob sob—"

Over there, the Bei Rat Clan member was already preparing to use a knife to slit the throat,

Just then, a hoe a thousand zhang long suddenly appeared in the Void Realm, smashing the nearby Bei Rat Clan members into meat paste.

Strangely, the child who was close at hand was completely unharmed.

"Is this the hoe Immortal?"

"Sob sob—"

"The hoe Immortal has manifested."

Everywhere in the entire Qingling Realm were legends of the hoe Immortal manifesting,

This hoe Immortal was the gospel of the Human Race, but a catastrophe for the Spirit Clan.

Wherever the hoe Immortal passed, many Spirit Clan members, regardless of cultivation level, were all exterminated, their bodies and souls destroyed, becoming nutrients for the earth.

In the Void Realm, that thousand-zhang giant shadow of the hoe slowly dissipated, turning into specks of cyan light, falling like rain.

Every speck of light that fell was accompanied by a shrill wail; that was the Spirit Clan members hiding in the dark having their Origin plowed out, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Ten days later,

The hoe shadows covering the entire Qingling Realm dissipated,

The great sumeru treasure hoe in front of Zhao Yi emitted monstrous killing intent, the entire hoe having turned black.

Wu Chuan and the others, who had already completed their Breakthrough, only glanced at the great sumeru treasure hoe and felt their Divine Souls ripple, as if falling into a demonic prison.

"The Spirit Clan members with cultivation in the Qingling Realm have all been exterminated by me,"

"With the Curse of the Ten Thousand Spirits' Broken Souls suppressing them, the Spirit Clan will never be able to make any waves again."

In mid-air, the stone monument made of gray Qi was about to submerge into the Void Realm; that was the carrier of the Curse of the Ten Thousand Spirits' Broken Souls,

"From now on, this Qingling Realm is handed over to you."

Wu Chuan and the others had not yet reacted, all shocked by the fact that Zhao Yi had exterminated the Spirit Clan with the power of one person.