As Yang Tian spoke, the white glow within the black-and-white space instantly intensified, and the recently revived dead souls were drawn as though they were iron filings eting a magnet.
One by one, they turned into spiritual bodies without the slightest resistance and flew toward the creamy-white vortex in Yang Tian’s palm.
In just a mont.
Thirteen hundred dead souls at the demigod level, relied upon by Miyamoto Sword Saint and the Japan cultivation factions, were completely devoured by Yang Tian, leaving nothing behind, and the black-and-white space reverted to its original vibrant colors once again.
Compared to the battle atop Mount Fuji against Orochi,
this ti, Yang Tian had evidently beco far more adept at wielding the Taotie aspect of the Demon Slaughter Fourth Style.
Unscathed?
That was rely because Yang Tian intentionally refrained from fully releasing the devouring power of the Taotie, waiting for the Japan cultivators to restore all thirteen hundred demigod-level dead souls.
After all, how could Yang Tian let such a grand banquet slip away?
Not a single one!
"This... this... this..."
Watching as the sole trump card against Yang Tian was utterly devoured,
Miyamoto Sword Saint was dumbfounded!
Yuanfei Sect Master was dumbfounded!
Yugong Longjie was dumbfounded!
Even the so-called elites of the Japan cultivation world present were all dumbfounded!
And then, they began trembling uncontrollably.
The reverence, the dread they had felt atop Mount Fuji for Yang Tian now surged back into their hearts once more.
Was this man before them a god?
No, he was simply a devil!
A demon that devoured everything!
Their worst nightmare!
"You... what exactly have you done?"
Miyamoto Sword Saint, now lacking even the will to fight, could only stare blankly at Yang Tian and ask.
He seed to want to know, at least before death, why things had turned out this way.
"What have I done?"
Yang Tian stood with his hands behind his back, stepped forward with a mystical grace, and appeared beside the stunned Miyamoto Sword Saint. He calmly replied, "I simply devoured the spiritual bodies you had so painstakingly prepared for !"
"Devoured... devoured?" Miyamoto Sword Saint’s neck turned stiffly as he looked at Yang Tian standing beside him.
"That’s right. Devoured."
Yang Tian smiled faintly and said, "Thanks to your efforts, today, I, Yang Tian, shall advance further, achieving the Ninth-Grade Golden Core and stepping into the Golden Core Peak!"
"Pfft!"
Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Miyamoto Sword Saint coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Ninth-grade Golden Core?
Golden Core Peak?
He didn’t quite understand the specifics of what Yang Tian was saying.
But one thing he understood very clearly!
And that was that the elaborate plan crafted with painstaking effort, the blood sacrifices, the offerings of everything to summon these thirteen hundred demigod-level dead souls—
not only had inflicted no harm upon Yang Tian but had instead contributed to his breakthrough, making him even stronger!
All his efforts had ultimately served to empower the enemy.
Nothing could have been more devastating for Miyamoto Sword Saint.
In that instant, his hair turned from black to gray, and with a face full of sorrow, he muttered, "It’s over! The Japan cultivation world is completely finished!"
The other Japan cultivators wore expressions of grief as if mourning the loss of dear relatives.
Yang Tian, however, remained utterly indifferent.
From the Japan cultivators’ perspective, their defeat was undoubtedly tragic.
The elites of the three major forces—the Divine Spirit Sect, the Samurai Way, and the Ninja Sect—had assembled here, paying a great price to summon thirteen hundred demigod-level dead souls.
But the result? Not only had they failed to destroy Yang Tian, but they had helped him ascend to even greater heights.
Now their lives, too, were entirely at Yang Tian’s rcy!
But this was the price they paid for offending Yang Tian, for provoking him!
Those who stand against will fall into Yama’s eternal abyss!
As they t Yang Tian’s gaze, filled with cold indifference, each of the Japan cultivators felt their hearts weighed down by a massive, immovable stone. Their faces reflected utter despair.
At this mont, however, Miyamoto Sword Saint, aware of his impending death, showed a venomous expression once more and sneered, "Yang Tian, do you think that once we’re dead, you’ll walk away unscathed? Look around. This is the Jinggou Shrine, the spiritual symbol of our nation, now reduced to rubble. Do you think the Japan governnt will let you go so easily?"
"You may be strong, strong enough to rival divine-level beings even without mastering the Divine Domain. But do you know why, for centuries, there’s been no word of divine-level experts appearing in any nation or place?"
"You know?" Yang Tian, intrigued by the comnt, asked.
This question had been nagging at him ever since encountering Orochi!
After all, Earth’s civilizations had lasted for thousands upon thousands of years!
If Japan could possess a divine-level being like Orochi, surely other nations should, too?
Miyamoto Sword Saint let out a cold laugh. "Of course, I do! It’s because even divine-level experts cannot stand against the destructive power of modern weaponry!"
"Indeed, we cultivators are powerful! Upon reaching the Innate Realm, we can project our inner strength outward, rendering ordinary firearms aningless! But what about artillery? What about missiles? What about nuclear weapons?"
Artillery? Missiles? Nukes?
Hearing this, Yang Tian instantly grasped the situation!
It wasn’t that divine-level experts didn’t exist; it was that under the threat of these massively destructive modern weapons, they had chosen to remain hidden!
While practicing cultivation as a demon, Yang Tian, through his fight with Orochi, recognized that so-called divine-level experts on Earth could unleash apocalyptic disasters if they truly acted!
Had Yang Tian not deployed the Taotie from the Demon Slaughter Fourth Style to directly devour Orochi during the battle atop Mount Fuji,
the mountain peak wouldn’t have just been obliterated—it might have resulted in the entire Mount Fuji being razed to the ground!
And such widespread destruction was sothing no nation wished to see!
Thus, it was highly likely that divine-level experts had reached so sort of agreent with various countries, especially those in possession of nuclear weapons.
Divine-level experts must not act recklessly!
This explained why, for centuries, no incidents of divine-level experts appearing had been heard of in the international cultivation world, leading many to believe that divine-level experts simply didn’t exist!
Seeing Yang Tian’s thoughtful expression, Miyamoto Sword Saint burst into laughter. "So it seems you’ve figured it out! You may rival divine-level beings, but you’re destined to die!"
"So?"
Yang Tian, snapping out of his thoughts, responded calmly.
"So?"
Miyamoto Sword Saint laughed even more maniacally and declared, "So you’re going to die! You’ll die here in Japan, and we’ll watch from the afterlife!"
As he spoke, Miyamoto Sword Saint abruptly clasped his hands together, drawing upon all his energy. His entire body radiated a violent, unstable aura—clearly, he was preparing to self-destruct in an attempt, however futile, to inflict even the slightest harm upon Yang Tian before the governnt’s forces arrived.
"Everyone! We have perford the blood sacrifices, and even if we survive, our realms will surely collapse! Let us now nobly sacrifice ourselves for the glory of the Great Japanese Empire!" Miyamoto Sword Saint roared.
"For the glory of the Great Japanese Empire!"
The surrounding cultivators, hearing Miyamoto Sword Saint’s words, discarded their sorrow. They began focusing all of their inner strength, preparing for self-detonation.
"For the glory of the Great Japanese Empire?"
At the sound of this phrase—loathed by all Chinese people—Yang Tian’s eyes flashed coldly, and a chilling smile spread across his face. "Without my permission, you think you have the right to self-destruct?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Tian waved his hand. In an instant, a layer of black light enveloped each of the Japan cultivators.
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