novelraw Chapter 333: The Immortal Venerable Has Fallen to Demonic Ways 62
Chapter 333: The Immortal Venerable Has Fallen to Demonic Ways 62
He recounted his journey from the very first visit to himself until his own death, all his emotions poured forth.
Feng Yu sealed Su Yan’s corpse in a massive ice cellar.
He fed her an elixir that would preserve her body from decay.
He held her, day after day, day after day.
Like illness, like madness, like a demon possessed.
Su Yan floated midair, accompanying him, listening to his words, watching his despair and madness.
There was little change in her facial expression, only sometimes her hands would gently clench, then relax, relax then clench again.
This companionship lasted for a hundred years.
In the fifth year.
In the Cultivation World, rumors spread that "there is a Demon Pill, refined from the souls of ten thousand people, drawn by the blood of a thousand, that can resurrect the dead."
And this rumor reached Feng Yu’s ears.
Since then, the entire Cultivation World faced what came to be known as a century of dark calamity.
The souls of these ten thousand people needed to be at least at the Golden Core Stage.
What sort of scene is the Human World turned Purgatory?
To first experience unprecedented joy, then to endure hellish tribulations, what scene would that be?
In the tenth year, a Cultivation Technique appeared in the Cultivation World.
It could rapidly increase one’s cultivation, allowing a beginner in cultivation to reach the Golden Core Stage within three years.
Moreover, this Cultivation Technique had no side effects.
From the first person who tried it, discovering indeed it had no side effects, to the second, third, and fourth person.
With such a shortcut available, who would still be willing to cultivate diligently for decades as if it were a single day?
Soon, the entire Cultivation World fell into a state of frenzy.
This state lasted for five years.
In the fifteenth year, disaster struck the Cultivation World.
Those who practiced this Cultivation Technique died en masse.
Their deaths were almost identical, all with their Golden Cores excavated.
This series of events threw everyone into panic.
But the number of cultivators continued to increase as usual.
Ten years went by, another ten years passed, and then another decade.
By the sixtieth year, tens of thousands of Golden Cores were finally collected by Feng Yu.
By this time, Feng Yu no longer had the noble and aloof demeanor of a Banished Immortal.
He shed his white garments.
Dressed in black, despite the same face.
Despite being the same person, the Feng Yu after sixty years was cruel and ruthless, his smile inciting shudders in people’s calves, deterring them from taking a step closer.
At this time, the Demon Sect had fallen into his hands.
It expanded limitlessly with an absolutely arrogant posture.
Demon Cultivator or Pure Cultivation, regardless of which Cultivation Technique they practiced, if one was not from the Demon Sect, they were killed.
The terrifying slaughter that made hearts tremble, no one dared to come within ten meters of where Feng Yu stood.
His master had once said that if one day he fell into demonhood, it would be a calamity for the Cultivation World.
Now it seems, his master was indeed right.
He was the calamity; wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed.
When, by the hundredth year.
Ten thousand Golden Cores, the blood from the heart’s core of a thousand, were all gathered.
He used the blood of a thousand as a catalyst, and the Golden Cores of ten thousand to refine.
Utterly mad.
On the day of concocting the elixir.
He even summoned the heavenly tribulation.
After all, such a ferociously defiant existence against the Heavenly Dao could not be tolerated.
He disregarded all and confronted the heavenly tribulation with his body.
For Feng Yu, whether he lived or died was irrelevant.
If Su Yan was dead, then this world had nothing left for him to cherish.
The soul form of Su Yan followed by Feng Yu’s side, witnessing his descent into madness, the slaughter, his frantic actions.