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Chapter 1162: 789:

Capítulo 1162: Chapter 789:

This Immortal-made Demon, created by Immortals to never rebel, never feel pain, and only wholeheartedly serve humanity, is not only the mother of countless Wild Bulls but also the mother of all other Demon Descendants.

In the hearts of her and her born Demon Descendants, serving humanity is the primary duty, with Immortals being the highest priority among humans.

When the Wild Bull faced the Immortal in front of him, he instinctively wanted to obey the other’s command.

The Wild Bull wanted to stop his body’s movement.

But this resistance only further intensified the resentment and anger brought by countless wronged souls in the Wild Bull’s heart, further strengthening the force that imprisoned him.

With a soft chuckle, the other said, “That’s right, just stay in this state, remember what I told you.”

“Get back to work.”

With a soft bang, the entire body of the Wild Bull was harshly stomped from the clouds, hurtling towards the ground.

The fire of anger in the hearts of all the Wild Bulls was completely suppressed, using this anger as fuel, transforming into a pure force that drove them to return to their work positions.

In the days to come, the figure of the Wild Bull spread across the world, continually driving the plans to transform the world.

In order to create the Divine Mountain Immortal Pool and Flying Palace Cloud Tower demanded by the Immortals, more and more Immortal Dao Technologies were applied to the bodies of the Wild Bulls.

To adapt to different harsh environments, their bodies could change in myriad ways, resisting various extreme climates.

To complete various high-difficulty tasks, they were almost reborn from blood, indestructible, transforming infinitely…

Meanwhile, more and more anger gathered in the mind of the Wild Bull, and as Immortal Dao Technology continued to update, not only did the power of the Wild Bulls grow stronger, but the coverage of the consciousness network named Soul Abyss Realm also expanded.

Although it was not yet able to directly transfer the soul of a Cultivator like the future Spirit Realm, at some point, without the need to eat, as long as within the coverage of the Soul Abyss Realm, all non-cultivating mortals… their souls after death would be directly absorbed into the consciousness network of the Wild Bulls, like a stick of firewood, adding a new bit of anger and motivation to the Wild Bulls.

Countless wronged souls burned in the mind of the Wild Bull, their memories, past, obsessions dissipating in the constant burning until it seemed only a pure rage was left.

Just when the Wild Bull thought he would burn with this anger until the end of the world, the unfinished Heavenly Realm showed a trace of a crack.

The Sky Dome was broken by an unknown force, and a gentle voice appeared in the minds of all Demon Descendants, it was the voice of the First Demon Saint.

It is unknown who broke open the Sky Dome, or who allowed the First Demon Saint to transmit this voice to all the Demon Descendants in the world.

“Humans are our best friends. Serve humans wholeheartedly, help those who need help most.”

The similar yet subtly different words from the past rang in the mind of the Wild Bull.

At this moment, the power that had long imprisoned him loosened.

One by one, Wild Bulls raised their heads to the sky and roared out the roar that had been suppressed for far too long.

Simultaneously, the souls of dying mortals continuously infused into the minds of the Wild Bulls, through the Soul Abyss Realm, issuing new cries.

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“I want revenge…”

“I want to protect…”

“I won’t give up…”

Thousands of cries echoed in the Wild Bull’s heart.

At this moment, the Wild Bull seemed to have an idea in his heart for the first time.

“I want to… help them.”

“I want to extinguish this fire of anger in my heart.”

At this moment, the Wild Bull and countless voices in his heart shouted in unison: “We… we want to create a world where mortals can also live and work in peace and contentment.”

The next moment, millions of Wild Bulls all over the world started to move.

In the slaughterhouse, Wild Bulls descended from the sky one by one.

The Cultivators, who had been slaughtering mortals just now, cried out in alarm, “You nasty beasts! Stop right now!”

But the cries of these Cultivators, their shouts, their anger, their fear, were so… insignificant compared to the voices the Wild Bulls had always heard and felt.

Just like bubbles in the sea, instantly swallowed by the waves.

“You…” the Wild Bull said calmly, “compared to their voices, you are so small.”

At this very moment, within the consciousness sea of the Great Sage Huang Niu, whom he wanted to help, were those broader, angrier, more unwilling voices, rather than those high-skilled Cultivators, those aloof Immortals.

Boom!

Cultivators who had been slaughtering mortals now were in the gaze of countless mortals, being freshly slaughtered by the Wild Bulls.

“Dad!” a young girl looked at one of the Wild Bulls, seemingly seeing a familiar figure in its eyes, but that figure flickered and disappeared.

From this day forth, the legend of the Great Sage Huang Niu continued to spread.

More and more mortals began to know that the ever-present, silent Wild Bull was the hero who saved them.

Some people said that the dead ancestors and loved ones transformed back into Wild Bulls to protect them.

Others said that the monsters had rebelled against the Immortals to protect mortals.

There were also those who said that when you have nowhere to go, when you are in utter despair, after your death, the Great Sage Huang Niu will fulfill your deepest heart’s desire.

Therefore, among mortals, the number of suicides began to rise.

And the various rumors about the Great Sage Huang Niu were quickly suppressed by the sects.