Lin Mu looked down upon the battlefield silently.
Below him, the remnants of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect stood frozen in terror. The destruction of the Bleeding Moon had already shattered their spirits completely, but now that the immortal’s gaze had settled upon them directly, true despair finally consud their hearts.
The Patriarch Hong Tianyue slowly staggered backward.
For the first ti in over two thousand years...
He felt fear.
True fear.
Not fear of death.
Fear of utter helplessness.
He looked at the ruined skies above them, then toward the countless corpses covering the sect grounds, before finally looking back at Lin Mu. The immortal’s face remained calm and almost indifferent.
As though he were rely observing dust.
Lin Mu’s eyes swept across the survivors of the Blood Sect one final ti before he finally spoke.
"For you all..." he said quietly. "Living no longer is an option."
The words were not loud and yet every single person heard them clearly. The Blood Sect cultivators instantly paled, so fell to their knees, so began trembling violently. Others tried to speak but found no words leaving their mouths.
Lin Mu’s gaze remained steady.
"May the cycle of reincarnation decide your fate."
The mont those words left his mouth, Patriarch Hong Tianyue finally broke free from his shock.
"WAIT!" he roared desperately.
"You cannot do this!"
"We are descendants of immortals!"
"Our sect has existed for over a hundred thousand years!"
"You cannot erase us like this!"
Lin Mu rely looked at him calmly.
"Descendants of Immortals?" Lin Mu almost laughed. "I’ve killed more immortals in one day than the entire population of your sect. As for the existence of your sect? I’ve destroyed powers older than tens of millions of years."
His words were utterly unbelievable to all, and yet they had to believe it. And what Lin Mu did next proved it all.
He rely raised one hand.
It was a simple motion.
Almost casual.
Then he brought it down.
The heavens shook.
BOOOOM!
An unimaginable pressure descended upon the entire sect instantly as the ground collapsed and mountains cracked apart. The surviving Blood Sect cultivators suddenly scread as they felt an overwhelming force crush down upon their bodies.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Bones shattered violently.
Organs burst.
ridians exploded.
Even Nascent Soul realm cultivators could not resist for even a fraction of a second. Their bodies were smashed into the ground rcilessly as the earth itself began sinking under the terrifying pressure.
"ARGHHHH!"
"NOOOO!"
"PATRIARCH SAVE US!"
Desperate cries echoed everywhere for barely a mont before they abruptly ended. Han Yu stared blankly as countless cultivators were flattened instantly. It did not matter whether they were Core Condensation realm disciples or Dao Treading realm elders.
Everyone suffered the sa fate.
The pressure simply erased all resistance.
One Peak Head desperately tried to unleash a defensive technique. His spiritual Qi erupted wildly around him. Then his entire body exploded into a spray of blood before being compressed flat against the ground.
Another elder attempted to flee into the sky.
Halfway upward, his spine shattered loudly and his body twisted unnaturally before slamming into the earth like wet clay.
The sight was horrifying beyond words.
And at the very center of it all... Patriarch Hong Tianyue resisted the longest.
His cultivation erupted with full force as blood Qi surged around him wildly. The remaining fragnts of the sect’s power gathered around his body while veins bulged across his face. Yet even he could not withstand it.
His knees shattered first.
Then his arms.
Then his chest collapsed inward violently.
Blood poured from every opening on his face as terror finally appeared in his eyes completely.
"You..." he coughed weakly while staring upward.
"What kind... of monster..."
BOOM!
The Patriarch’s body finally flattened completely into the earth.
Silence followed.
Utter silence.
The pressure vanished.
And what remained behind...
Was a nightmare.
Across the entirety of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, every surviving mber had been crushed into flattened masses of flesh and blood.
No intact corpses remained.
Only countless grotesque stains covering the ground.
Han Yu’s face beca pale as he looked around with his spirit sense.
For fifteen kiloters in every direction...
The result was the sa.
No survivors remained from the Blood Sect.
Not a single one.
Even the Second Kidney Peak Head had perished.
Han Yu’s eyes lingered upon the flattened remains where his master had stood monts earlier. Complex emotions surged within him briefly.
The old man had taught him many things.
Protected him.
Trusted him.
And yet...
Han Yu also knew the countless sins his master had committed throughout his life.
The man had participated in massacres.
Enslavent.
Torture.
The destruction of entire sects.
He had helped build the Blood Sect into the monstrous existence it beca.
In the end...
This outco had perhaps been inevitable.
Han Yu slowly exhaled.
Then he looked back toward Lin Mu.
And for the first ti since eting him...
True fear entered Han Yu’s heart fully.
This was power beyond imagination.
Beyond reason.
An entire ancient sect erased with a single gesture. Even the supposedly invincible Patriarch had died like an insect. No one spoke for a long while.
Then Lin Mu suddenly sighed softly.
"Still quite uncomfortable," he muttered. "Mortal worlds really weaken too much."
The surviving cultivators almost coughed blood hearing that.
WEAKEN?
This was him weakened?
Han Yu genuinely could not imagine what Lin Mu would look like at full strength anymore.
Would he split worlds apart casually?
Destroy stars?
Even the surviving allied Dao Treading realm experts looked utterly shaken now. Everything they knew about cultivation had collapsed today. Lin Mu finally turned toward the surviving people gathered on the training grounds.
"Now then," he said calmly. "There are quite a lot of injured people."
His gaze swept over the battlefield briefly before landing upon the gigantic crimson beast nearby.
"Everyone gathered?" he asked.
Shrubby nodded obediently.
Lin Mu gave a slight nod.
"Very well then."
Then he began to chant.
The language he spoke was utterly foreign.
No one present recognized a single word.
And yet the mont the chant began... The world itself seed to respond.
HUALA
A brilliant verdant green aura erupted from Lin Mu’s body.
It overflowed endlessly like a divine river.
The energy spread outward in massive waves before transforming into countless glowing tendrils that wrapped gently around every injured person on the battlefield. Han Yu instantly felt a warm sensation surround him.
The deep wounds covering his body began healing visibly.
The pain vanished rapidly.
Nearby, one Frost Bat clan cultivator whose entire arm had been severed suddenly widened his eyes as flesh and bone began regrowing from the stump. Another cultivator whose Dantian had shattered earlier suddenly cried out in disbelief.
"My cultivation... my Dantian..."
"It’s recovering!"
Across the battlefield, miracles unfolded one after another.
Broken ridians repaired themselves.
Collapsed organs regenerated.
Missing limbs regrew completely.
Even cultivators who had hovered at death’s door monts ago suddenly regained life and strength. So people simply burst into tears. Others fell to their knees. And then sothing even stranger happened.
Wherever Lin Mu’s green aura touched the earth...
Life appeared.
Tiny green sprouts erged from the blood soaked ground.
Grass spread rapidly.
Flowers blood.
Trees began growing amidst the ruined battlefield.
The twisted blood Qi contaminated soil purified itself visibly.
For the first ti in perhaps hundreds of thousands of years... Natural life returned to the grounds of the Blood Sect.
Everyone stared in utter shock.
The contrast was overwhelming.
Monts ago the battlefield had resembled hell itself. Now green life spread across it like spring returning after endless winter.
One cultivator fell to his knees while staring at the growing flowers.
"God..." he whispered.
"He is a god..."
Another stared upward worshipfully.
"He might truly be a deity..."
"He destroyed the moon..."
"He healed everyone..."
"He even restored the land itself..."
Even Han Yu found himself struggling to breathe.
He had spent years scheming against the Blood Sect.
Fighting.
Killing.
Manipulating.
Sacrificing everything for revenge and survival.
And yet Lin Mu had arrived...
And resolved everything within minutes.
Han Yu slowly looked toward the immortal standing beneath the restored skies. The green aura still flowed around Lin Mu endlessly while flowers blood beneath his feet in midair itself.
At that mont...
Even Han Yu wondered whether the man before him was truly rely an immortal.
Or sothing far greater.
All that mattered for now was the fact that Lin Mu was their savior!
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