Chapter 1642: Chapter 122: Buddha Helps Those with Affinity

Beyond Jingyuan Continent, amidst the clouds over the sea.

The green-robed elder, hands behind his back, stood hidden above the sea of clouds, his gaze full of surprise as he quietly watched the great battle occurring on Jingyuan Continent.

Beside him stood a stern young man in black, with hands clasped.

He lowered his head slightly, exceedingly respectful, yet didn’t glance at the events unfolding in the distant Jingyuan Continent.

For a long time, until he saw the Patriarch of True Wu transform into a Blood Knife and decapitate the Mother Godness, the green-robed elder finally let out a long breath.

He couldn’t help but clap his hands in admiration:

“Truly deserving of destiny, in just over six hundred years, to single-handedly advance the Dao of True Martial to such a realm… Who in Little Cang World today could compare?”

However, just as he finished speaking, an ordinary-looking young Cultivator unexpectedly sprang to mind, making the once enthusiastic elder feel as if he’d swallowed a fly.

He shook his head, as if trying to shake the image out of his mind, and then looked at the Patriarch of True Wu, whose body was bathed in blood and whose aura had weakened considerably, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Although this Patriarch had single-handedly decapitated the Mother Godness of the Kingdom of Immortals, he had also suffered significant injuries. If one wished to seize the great fortune upon him, now was indeed a rare opportunity.

Yet the sight of the golden Dragon Transformation Pool beside him caused a flicker of hesitation in the elder’s eyes.

“Ye Cangsheng…”

The elder’s gaze then shifted slightly toward the stern young man in black beside him and asked softly:

“Shen Fu, how goes the task I’ve entrusted to you?”

The young man in black showed a respectful expression and replied solemnly:

“Reporting to the uppermost, half of the Blood Sacrifice reserves have been activated within the sect, totaling twenty million mortal blood slaves… all transformed into Blood Banners. Their blood impurities have been stored separately, ready for your cultivation use at any time.”

Hearing this, the elder couldn’t help but sigh slightly, revealing a compassionate expression:

“The Path of Blood indeed harms the natural order. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, I would not willingly destroy the sect’s accumulated resources over so many years.”

“But mortal blood slaves are ultimately lacking. If they were all Cultivator blood slaves…”

At this point, he suddenly looked at the stern young man in black and smiled:

“Your cultivation in ‘The Ten-sided Demon Sutra’ becomes increasingly difficult the higher you go. Even I can’t assist you as I did before. If you transition to the Path of Blood, I could lend you a hand, helping you establish a Perfect Dao Domain sooner, and perhaps even giving you a glimpse into the Void Refining stage.”

The young man in black was stunned upon hearing this, then revealed a mix of joy and hesitation:

“This… uppermost, is there still a chance for me?”

“Yes, naturally there is.”

The elder laughed heartily:

“Once this matter is resolved, I will grant you the true Path of Blood!”

The young man in black could hardly conceal his joy at these words, bowing deeply:

“Shen Fu will certainly assist the uppermost in Cultivation Ascension to The Heavens! With eternal life and longevity!”

Seeing the joy on Shen Fu’s face, the elder also showed a kind and gracious smile.

However, at this moment, Shen Fu frowned slightly and said:

“But aren’t so many Blood Banners somewhat wasteful? I’ve sent someone to explore, and the formations around the city aren’t very strong.”

“Better safe than sorry, just in case there’s some old fellow hidden away…”

The elder smiled casually:

“Since everything is prepared, there’s no need to linger here any longer, let’s go!”

Shen Fu nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.

The two then disappeared into the boundless sea of clouds.

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Southern Jingyuan Continent.

The great gorge had turned into a vast expanse of Daze.

The southern shore lay devastated.

Once the most abundant Spiritual Energy cultivation holy land of Nine Continents, countless Spiritual Lineages had been severed by the battle’s aftermath between True Martial Cultivators and the evil gods and Cultivators of the Kingdom of Immortals, causing Spiritual Energy to dissipate into the surrounding sea.

The divine temples standing on the plateau had turned to ruins, and the Incense Fire Dao Cultivators who once flew high and true had now been replaced by True Martial Cultivators. A row of Mystic Tortoise banners of True Martial Cultivators stood in the ruins, waving impressively in the wind.

Amidst the dense ranks of True Martial Cultivators at the forefront, more than a dozen Class V True Martial Cultivators stood cloaked in blood, yet all bowed respectfully beneath an elder.

The elder’s hair and beard were disheveled, still stained with blood.

He wore a cloak casually, with a hideous scar faintly visible on his chest, slowly healing amid Blood Energy.

He cared little about these things, silently placing down a scroll filled with names.

His gaze swept over the silent yet joyful and excited True Martial Cultivators beneath him.

Their greatest opponent thus far as True Martial Cultivators had finally been annihilated, and even though they paid a heavy price to eliminate these evil gods and Evil Cultivators, those who survived could not conceal their joy in victory amidst their grief.

This is human nature.

But at this moment, he could hardly tolerate it.

In his mind, each lost vibrant face passed by, ultimately freezing on the extremely angry visage of the ‘Eastern King,’ whose body wasn’t even recovered.

His gaze turned as sharp as a cold dagger, piercing through several Class V True Martial Cultivators below.

He saw the feigned calm hiding their cowardice and guilt, saw their booming Blood Energy masking a heart already decayed…

Completely different from the weak and young faces behind.

The elder couldn’t help but painfully close his eyes, his heart filled with a mixture of emotions at that moment.