novelraw Chapter 146 : Demon Cultivator Patriarch
Chapter 146 : Demon Cultivator Patriarch
Chapter 146: Demon Cultivator Patriarch
Li Tianwei had never expected that the West-Ling City below, in his eyes, carried a miasma of sin even heavier than what he had seen in Panshan City within the Demonic Sect Territory—far worse, not inferior in the slightest.
Yet such a place actually existed within the domain of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—how utterly filthy and corrupt.
After becoming the First Disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Li Tianwei had also learned the basic operational structure of the Sacred Land.
Aside from the main sect, the Sacred Land of Lingxu governed hundreds of large nations, covering an area of tens of millions of square kilometers.
As for how the Sacred Land of Lingxu controlled these territories, it was simply by assigning people to station there.
For example, disciples cultivating in Lingxu: those at the Qi Refinement Realm were given twenty years to break through. If they failed to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm within twenty years, they would be assigned to these nations' various cities to station themselves and live independently.
Those at the Foundation Establishment Realm had a span of one hundred years. As for the Golden Core Realm, that depended on personal choice—most would not leave the Sacred Land of Lingxu, though there were missions that required such cultivators to go guard important cities.
Of course, within the region where the Sacred Land of Lingxu resided, there were also other sects, though they generally regarded the Sacred Land of Lingxu as supreme.
Thus, these regions were all controlled and arranged by the Sacred Land of Lingxu.
The guard stationed at West-Ling City happened to be a Golden Core Realm cultivator. Although the city was close to the Demonic Sect Territory, due to its remote location and the absence of any powerful demonic sects, a single Golden Core cultivator was sufficient to protect the entire West-Ling City. Furthermore, there were a few small sects nearby, some of which also had Golden Core cultivators.
Normally, West-Ling City was as peaceful as any ordinary city.
But now, in Li Tianwei’s eyes, endless evil resentment had accumulated here—various ferocious remnant souls and malevolence were swallowing everything, attempting to seize the city entirely.
There was no doubt that the sins here were tremendously heavy.
"I didn’t expect this! That the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s domain still had such a place. Looks like it needs to be cleansed a few more times。"
This was the only thought in Li Tianwei’s mind.
He waved his hand, and a soul banner floated into existence within his grasp, its faint dark-green radiance flickering, from which occasionally came shrill, hoarse wails of agony.
The moment this soul banner appeared, even the surrounding heavens and earth seemed to become unstable.
It was obviously because the power within the soul banner was extremely unstable, creating a barrier between it and the world, thus causing this illusion.
As for the reason? The Saint Soul Banner in Li Tianwei’s hand had absorbed a massive amount of the eerie, law-twisting energies from the Forbidden Land of Taixu, and Li Tianwei continuously refined it with the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity together with the power of his Fusion Golden Core.
One could say that this Saint Soul Banner was no longer the Evil Soul Banner that Old Xieku once controlled—it had undergone a complete qualitative transformation. Even a spirit treasure might not be able to match it.
As Li Tianwei took out the Saint Soul Banner, terrifying spiritual fluctuations spread instantly, immediately drawing the attention of the cultivators in West-Ling City.
They all raised their heads toward the sky. Suddenly, in midair, dark clouds gathered, and faint purplish-black light enveloped the heavens and earth, appearing like demonic flames surging to the heavens.
"What’s going on? Have demonic cultivators invaded?"
"Not good, hurry and notify Senior Brother Lin!"
Within a grand hall in West-Ling City—belonging to the stationed forces of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—some disciples saw this anomaly and were terrified.
Under such overwhelming demonic flames, one could easily imagine what level of Great Demon had descended upon West-Ling City.
As for the ordinary citizens of West-Ling City, they had no idea what was about to happen. They walked numbly as usual, and the only unusual scene in the city was the constant flow of caravans escorting groups of people in and out through the city gates.
It looked incredibly prosperous. Of course, this prosperity did not belong to the ordinary people here—in fact, they themselves were nothing more than goods.
Li Tianwei swept his gaze over the scene, and his eyes grew incomparably solemn.
"Lin Xiaoyu。"
Seeing this situation, and having the knowledge bestowed upon him after becoming the First Disciple of the Sacred Land of Lingxu, Li Tianwei naturally knew the deployment in various regions—and thus knew exactly which disciple was stationed in West-Ling City.
Immediately after, Li Tianwei’s figure disappeared from the sky.
In the largest grand hall of West-Ling City, a figure holding a soul banner appeared out of thin air.
Instantly, the cultivators within the hall—who had already been panicked by the supposed demonic invasion—fell into chaos. Looking at Li Tianwei floating in midair, they couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
Within the Sacred Land of Lingxu, when Li Tianwei used the Scripture of Supreme Virtue and Radiant Purity, he appeared utterly pure, radiant, divine—like a savior immortal.
But now, Li Tianwei was wreathed in raging demonic flames, the Saint Soul Banner in his hand surrounded by evil resentment—like a descending Demon Lord.
One person, two sides—completely different.
Toward friends, Li Tianwei was like the spring wind: warm, pure, uplifting.
Toward enemies, he was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves—utterly destructive.
Such commotion naturally attracted the attention of Lin Xiaoyu deep within the grand hall.
"What’s going on outside? Is that your friend?"
Lin Xiaoyu looked at the man before him—draped in a black robe, exuding sinister aura—and asked.
"The Blood Fiend Sect only sent me alone to handle the exchange. I don’t know who that person is。"
The black-robed man shook his head, equally confused.
"A Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator? He’s truly bold。"
Lin Xiaoyu swept his divine sense across the chaos outside and immediately sensed Li Tianwei’s Golden Core aura. His expression turned displeased.
"Mm. Settle your business first—we’ll talk afterward. Our Patriarch will descend in a while, so you must seize this opportunity。"
"With his strength, forget Nascent Soul—even reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm would only take a single word from him。"
The black-robed man continued.
"Your Patriarch… what realm is he in?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaoyu couldn’t help but be startled.
"Higher than you imagine。"
The black-robed man replied meaningfully.
Boom…
Before Lin Xiaoyu could finish feeling excited, a violent tremor shook the hall, almost flipping it over.
"Outrageous! How dare he!"
Lin Xiaoyu could no longer care about anything else—all he wanted now was to annihilate the bastard outside who had ruined his mood.
He erupted with the power of a peak Golden Core Realm and charged out toward the source of the disturbance.
But the moment he exited the hall, Lin Xiaoyu froze completely.
He saw the entire sky above West-Ling City covered in demonic flames, evil resentment corroding everything in the world. The figure standing at the forefront held a soul banner, surrounded by vengeful spirits and demonic souls.
The momentum of heaven and earth cascaded downward, as if an incomparably mighty force was encompassing everything.
Lin Xiaoyu looked at the terrifying scene unfolding around the figure in midair, unable to stop himself from swallowing hard.
"Could it be… that the Patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect has descended?"
This was the only thought in Lin Xiaoyu’s mind. After all, he had just been discussing coordination matters with the person from the Blood Fiend Sect.
He knew the Patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect was coming in person—combined with the scene before him, how could he not overthink it?