43: The fellow villagers in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner

A month later, a rift was torn in space.

A mysterious and profound aura emerged along with the appearance of the mini bronze eye.

In front of the ruined temple, only scorched marks remained.

The bronze eye scanned the surroundings and then emitted a wave of energy.

Pop... a speck of holy energy enveloped the area; immediately after, fish spat out bait, birds returned to their nests, and the clock turned back.

Every image returned to its previous trajectory at this moment.

Retracing back to a month ago, the events of that time were reenacted; after seeing the images, Li Jinian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"I'm late, my Fellow Countryman has already entered the myriad souls banner."

"I don't know if he can still be saved, but I'll go take a look first."

Following the faint trace of aura, the bronze eye leaped across different positions within a few breaths, finally finding the source of the aura in a small town.

However, the situation in this town didn't seem very good right now.

"Jie jie jie! Mortals, you shall become the nourishment for my cultivation!" A sharp laugh pierced the town's silence.

In the center of the town, dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground; the nauseating sight sent chills down one's spine.

Tang Heng stepped on a corpse, his hand tightly gripping a blood-colored banner that seemed to flow with a dark aura.

Muttering a Cultivation Technique incantation, the turbid Qi of heaven and earth suddenly surged out like a tide, blotting out the sky over the entire town.

"Senior, we are under the protection of the Sacred Corpse Sect!" a Cultivator in the town said with a trembling voice, his gaze revealing desperate pleading.

"Exalted Immortal, spare our lives! We are willing to move away from here!"

"We beg for your mercy; we are willing to offer a hundred townsfolk!" another Cultivator added, his face filled with fear.

There were indeed many Cultivators in the town, but their cultivation was far too low, only at the early and Middle Stage of the Kai Guang Realm.

This was equivalent to the third or fourth layer of Qi Refining in the Canglan World; most were just armed Mortals.

A disdainful smile curled on Tang Heng's lips as he scanned the thousands of Mortals before him, his eyes filled with indifference and contempt.

"The Sacred Corpse Sect raises you only for harvest; now it just so happens to benefit me."

"myriad souls banner, sacrifice!" As his voice fell, the Evil Ghosts and Fierce Souls within the myriad souls banner surged out like a tide.

Like numerous terrifying creatures crawling out from the depths of Hell, they blotted out the sun, shrouding the entire town in a terrifying shadow.

"Gulu gulu."

"Roar!!"

One after another, eerie and hideous ghosts appeared, letting out ear-piercing shrieks, dripping foul-smelling liquid, and filled with endless resentment and a thirst for blood as they pounced on the helpless beings.

The Cultivators in the town, despite their low cultivation, fought back with all their might; their low-grade Magical Artifacts emitted a faint light as they cast insignificant Spells.

However, their resistance was like an ant trying to stop a carriage; the number of Evil Ghosts and Fierce Souls far exceeded their imagination, and in an instant, many Cultivators were torn to shreds.

The Mortals fared even worse; facing these irresistible evil wraiths, they had no power to resist.

Their formations collapsed as they scattered and fled, but where could they go in the face of this brutal hunt?

Surrounded on all sides by tens of thousands of cruel, mindless evil wraiths who knew only slaughter, where could they possibly escape?

Wails and cries of despair echoed throughout the town.

After finishing off this group, the evil wraiths turned their gaze toward the buildings.

For a time, severed limbs and body parts were everywhere in the town; blood pooled into streams, flowing over the cobblestone streets.

The cries of women and children, the roars of men, the incantations of Cultivators, and the whispers of evil wraiths intertwined.

Tang Heng stood quietly in the center of the town, watching everything with a cold eye.

There was no sympathy in his eyes, only a thirst for power and a frenzy for slaughter, as if this massacre were merely a minor interlude on his path of cultivation.

"Come, more flesh and blood nourishment to satisfy me!"

Tang Heng's voice echoed over the town filled with wails, reaching everyone's ears.

The next moment, he activated his technique again, strengthening the power of the myriad souls banner and making the Evil Ghosts even more violent and cruel.

The sun was obscured by thick dark clouds, and the sky turned dim and lightless, as if even heaven and earth were grieving for this massacre.

Yet, Tang Heng bathed in this death and destruction, a hideous smile curling on his lips.

For he knew that every Soul that dissipated brought him one step closer to breaking through his Realm.

Finally, the last scream came to an abrupt end.

There were no survivors left in the town, only a ground full of corpses and wandering Souls.

Tang Heng stowed away the myriad souls banner; the blood-red color on the banner seemed a bit more vibrant, and his eyes flickered with the smugness and madness of gaining power.

"Not bad, only a dozen or so evil wraiths were damaged."

"Once I fully refine all the nourishment in this town, I can step into the Nascent Light Realm Ninth Layer!"

Tang Heng trembled all over; in his view, nothing was more important than gaining power.

"Back-Swallowing Grand Art! Flesh and Blood Spirit Transformation Formula!"

With a low shout, Tang Heng circulated his evil True Qi, and countless thin, wandering red lines emanated from his body, landing one by one on the corpses scattered everywhere.

Gurgle gurgle.

As time passed bit by bit, the aura on Tang Heng's body gradually rose.

Just then, a bronze eye slowly emerged above Tang Heng's head, the light in its pupil shining upon him.

Buzz!

"Who's there?!"

Tang Heng suddenly snapped his eyes open, scanning his surroundings nervously, but everything was silent; he hadn't even spared a single dog in the town.

For a brief moment just now, he had felt a sense of trance, like an indescribable illusion.

"Perhaps I performed the technique incorrectly?"

...Meanwhile, Li Jinian was silently analyzing the information about this world within Tang Heng's mind.

When the analysis was complete, his expression became rather amused.

Good news: he transmigrated.

Bad news: on his first day of Transmigration, he ended up inside a myriad souls banner.

Some start in Rome, while others start as beasts of burden; this might be referring to this Fellow Countryman.

This world is called the Pilin Great World, a world where the Heavenly Dao has been defiled.

In this world, Ranks are divided into Kai Guang Realm, Spirit Manifestation Realm, Silent Spirit Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Soul Emergence Realm, Divided Soul Realm... For some unknown reason, since several epochs ago, the Heavenly Dao here began to favor evil and demonic Cultivators.

Not only has the Lightning Tribulation faced by Cultivators during their tribulation been transformed into Evil Yin Thunder, but even the natural Spiritual Qi born from heaven and earth has been tainted by the turbid Qi of heaven and earth.

The turbid Qi of heaven and earth, when used for cultivation, can rapidly increase cultivation speed, but it also corrodes the Cultivator's heart.

It turns Cultivators into cruel, bloodthirsty beings who commit all sorts of evil; gradually, almost everyone began to practice evil techniques.

Due to the weakening of righteous Cultivators by this world's Heavenly Dao, the Righteous Path here has long since lost the glory it held several epochs ago.

Even if a few scattered Righteous Path Cultivator Sects are still struggling to hold on, it cannot change the current situation where Righteous Path Cultivators and Mortals are being slaughtered in this world.

If Righteous Path Cultivators still engage in conflict, what more of Demonic Path Cultivators?

It's one thing for Demonic Path Cultivators to attack each other, but they also frequently plot against one another.

Take this man Tang Heng, for example; the reason he is here...

...is because three months ago, the Demonic Path Sect Tang Heng belonged to recalled a large number of Disciples under the pretext of a Sect competition.

As it turned out, the Sect competition was a ruse; it was actually an Elder at the Late Stage of the Spirit Manifestation Realm seeking a Breakthrough.

He set up an Evil Fiend Devouring Array and bloodily sacrificed two thousand Disciples to break through to the Silent Spirit Realm.

Although this Evil Fiend Devouring Array was of a high grade, dealing with so many desperate people at once was quite taxing.

In the end, a few small gaps were forced open, and some people escaped.

Tang Heng was one of the survivors from that day, fleeing all the way after the blood sacrifice occurred.

After gaining a general understanding of the information about this world, Li Jinian turned his gaze toward the myriad souls banner fluttering beside Tang Heng.

Activating the heavenly dao origin, he easily entered the myriad souls banner.

This was a dark, claustrophobic space where tens of thousands of Evil Wraith Ghosts were trapped.

Normally, Tang Heng would naturally have to carefully control the myriad souls banner.

To prevent the ghosts within from devouring each other, but now that they were full, he didn't need to worry about them.

Li Jinian quickly found his Fellow Countryman among the many Evil Wraith Ghosts.

This spiritual body was missing an arm, his eyes were dull, and there wasn't much evil fiend aura within him; clearly, he hadn't eaten anyone yet.

In contrast, the several ghosts nearby were all full of energy.

Li Jinian pointed his finger and injected heavenly dao origin into his Fellow Countryman's body.

A faint light lit up in Yao Yian's eyes as his self-awareness gradually revived.

"I've consumed so much Origin so quickly?"

Li Jinian looked at the Origin power within himself, as he had already split into two Clones.

Coupled with his main body evolving worlds and the constant suppression from the Heavenly Dao Laws of this Pilin Great World...

...the power within the bronze eye decreased sharply, almost to the point where he couldn't even issue the novice gift pack for his Fellow Countryman.

But since he was here, Li Jinian certainly wouldn't ignore his Fellow Countryman; he had to help him out no matter what.

"Since this is inside the myriad souls banner, I'll create an absorption and devouring ability for you."

Saying this, Li Jinian used the heavenly dao origin to fashion a small, ancient-looking treasure mirror with a handle, adorned with gold and red patterns and dotted with stars on its surface.

His finger moved rapidly across it, and when he stopped, the words 'Twin Star' had appeared on it.

twin star mirror, it contains its own world.

It can devour items containing Spiritual Qi and various rare objects; as long as something is devoured, it will provide the user with a certain amount of cultivation.

After marking Yao Yian with Heavenly Dao information, transmitting matters concerning this world, and placing the twin star mirror, Li Jinian slowly dissipated.

Transforming into a grain-sized point of light, he entered the space between Yao Yian's brows.

"Wake up, Destined One..."

The next moment, Yao Yian woke from his chaotic and blurred state.

After seeing the surrounding scene clearly and digesting the memories in his mind...

...Yao Yian let out a sharp, explosive cry.

"How the Hell did I end up inside a myriad souls banner?!"