Wherever the demons saw the red flowers, they felt as though they were gazing upon death given form.
It was not an abstract concept.
Not a distant end.
But death, standing right before them, close enough to breathe.
They felt it approaching.
Not rushing.
Not chasing.
Simply arriving.
Yet none of them moved.
Because in that mont, a terrifying thought took root in their minds:
If death is this beautiful... why resist it? Just why?
Wan Shou’s face twisted, veins bulging along his temples.
Mo Wen’s expression darkened as he realized that even forming a complete thought was becoming dangerously hard.
Their souls felt heavy, as though the world itself was pressing down on them, demanding stillness.
"Everyone! Snap out of it!!!"
Demoness Ya’s voice tore through the suffocating silence.
A strange, mind shaking fluctuation spread outward from her scream.
Several demons jolted violently, as if waking from a dream, their eyes filling with panic.
But for others.
It was already too late.
A beautiful female demon froze mid-step, her expression serene.
Then her body softened.
Her flesh unraveled into crimson light, petals blooming outward as she dissolved, until nothing remained but a single, perfect red flower, swaying gently in the air.
Monts later, others followed.
One after another.
Demons with weaker wills, or wavering Dao Heart simply ceased to exist, transford into blossoms that blood, withered, and dropped seeds into the blood-red domain.
And then.
Sothing horrifying happened.
From the places where those demons had died, red seeds sprouted.
The seeds fed greedily on Yu Xuan’s sword intent, drank deeply from the Garden of Death, and then.
They blood again.
But this ti, the flowers did not wither.
They stood up.
The figures that erged retained the appearances of the fallen demons – but their eyes were hollow crimson, their auras sharper, colder, far more violent than before.
And without hesitation, they followed HIS will—
They attacked.
"What kind of sorcery is this?!"
"There’s no way in hell this is a sword technique!"
"WHY IS MY SENIOR SISTER ATTACKING ?!"
"That bastard, he’s controlling them!"
"I’LL KILL HIM!!!"
The battlefield descended into chaos.
Demons scread in fury and terror as the dead, their own dead, turned against them, wielding power greater than they had in life.
High above, Yu Xuan rely watched.
His expression was calm.
These beings were not puppets.
They were not mind-controlled corpses.
They were spirits bound to the domain itself.
Those who died within the Garden of Death did not simply perish.
They beca its keepers.
Its witnesses.
Its eternal residents.
Because, even if the heavens forgets them.
This garden never would.
Yu Xuan’s sword humd softly, petals drifting around him like falling snow.
This was not cruelty.
This was not rcy.
This was the law of his sword.
This was the will of his domain.
This was the spirit of this technique.
This, was the Garden of Death!
***
Wan Shou watched in horror as his subordinates blood into red flowers, only to rise again as enemies with fear finally seeping into his bones.
From years of experience, several conclusions crystallized in his mind with terrifying clarity.
First, they were never ant to defeat this monster.
Second, the Ancestors had not exaggerated. This human was abnormal, a being capable of suppressing and dominating hundreds of Tier Four experts as if they were pawns on a board.
Third, This sword domain was not rely an attack on the body or the mind. It was a destination. A place where death was rembered. Of all the ways to die, this was the one he wished for the least.
And fourth, today, for the first ti in his long life, Wan Shou would experience death.
Even if it was only fake death.
Even if resurrection awaited him elsewhere.
Fear was still fear.
Regret still gnawed at him.
After all... if he died here, he would never obtain her.
His fingers trembled as he crushed a communication talisman in his sleeve, silently sending an order to the subordinates he had dispatched earlier.
’If you catch the woman, return imdiately I will take responsibility for you.’
Even if he fell here, if she lived and was taken – his destiny could still be rewritten.
That thought was his final comfort.
Then.
A gaze fell upon him.
Wan Shou stiffened.
He looked up and t Yu Xuan’s eyes.
They were utterly calm.
Deadpan.
Unreadable.
Yet colder than any killing intent.
"So it was you," Yu Xuan said slowly, his voice low and heavy, echoing unnaturally through the Garden of Death.
"The one who sent people to capture her... to keep her as your concubine."
Wan Shou’s blood ran cold.
While exterminating those who had pursued Ming Tiani, Yu Xuan had accidentally, or rather definitely not searched the mories of so demons for this information.
Though their deeper mories are protected, the recent ones were not.
"I don’t have anger issues," Yu Xuan continued calmly.
"But I do have a very low tolerance for people who mistake breathing for permission."
This ti an invisible Young Master presence radiated from him.
The crimson flowers around them began to bloom faster.
Petals unfurled violently.
Stems burst through the ground.
The domain pulsed.
The pressure multiplied.
Wan Shou felt it then.
Not fear of death.
But the certainty that whatever awaited him now would be far worse than dying once.
And above it all, Yu Xuan stood silently.
As the Garden of Death prepared to claim its most deserving flower.
Sothing happened.
Mo Wen did not hesitate.
He had already accepted that subordinates were aningless now.
Tools existed to be used and discarded rather than strengthening the enemy.
His lips moved soundlessly as a hidden command was triggered.
Within several demons, those who had been strangely quiet until now, black veins suddenly bulged across their skin.
Their eyes rolled back as their cultivation bases collapsed inward, devoured from the inside out.
It was a one ti Strength Gu.
The Gu did not enhance cultivation.
It burned it.
Devoured it.
Converted everything – foundation, soul, bloodline potential – into a single, explosive surge of raw power.
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