Above the Western Region's sky, over a thousand flying ships and war vessels carrying a total of fifty thousand demonic sect cultivators flew in one direction.
Within the central flying ship, a man gripped a blood-red bead in his hand, suppressing what was inside with his own blood-killing energy.
This bead was Ten Thousand Dao Sect's inherited treasure. Sealed inside the bead were the souls of several hundred Upper Three Realm cultivators, including the sect masters of the Nine Great Demonic Sects but after half an hour passed, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the long blade Ranmo on the table.
Sothing was not quite right with Ranmo. It was continuously trembling, thick black smoke coiling around it.
Moreover, a strange sensation gradually spread through Xiao Mo's heart, as if establishing so kind of connection with him.
In less than three breaths, the black energy emanating from Ranmo continuously condensed, finally coalescing into a petite human form.
When the black energy dispersed, a young girl floated before Xiao Mo.
The young girl wore a black dress, the hem just reaching above her knees.
If this were in the Central Plains, this kind of short skirt exposing knees and calves would absolutely be considered improper but in the Western Region, this dress was actually conservative.
The black of the short skirt ford a stark contrast with the young girl's fair skin.
Her appearance looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, but her height was only about a foot, similar in size to an ordinary doll.
She looked at Xiao Mo like this, her black eyes transparent like agate, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, carrying a touch of wickedness and playfulness.
"Ranmo?" Xiao Mo asked with a furrowed brow.
"Yes indeed," Ranmo smiled and nodded. Her fair toes lightly tapped the air, and she sat on Xiao Mo's shoulder.
Xiao Mo turned his head to look at the miniature young girl sitting on his shoulder.
Xiao Mo knew this should be Ranmo's blade spirit but Xiao Mo felt that for the blade spirit to truly appear, it should still require at least a hundred years. At any rate, he should not be able to wait for it.
Yet unexpectedly, Ranmo had only been forged for a few years, and Ranmo had already manifested a spirit. This kind of thing was not unprecedented, just extrely rare.
"Master need not be so surprised."
Seeing Xiao Mo's surprised appearance, Ranmo played with Xiao Mo's hair and smiled.
"During that great battle at Ten Thousand Dao Sect between Master and the nine Immortal realm cultivators, Ranmo had already awakened. Originally, it would indeed have required hundreds or even thousands of years to condense into a spirit form. However, these years, Master has campaigned north and south, killing many cultivators. I have also absorbed much blood energy from people, including many Upper Three Realm cultivators. For , blood energy is the best nourishnt. Naturally, I awakened."
"Mm, good that you've awakened."
Xiao Mo nodded.
For the vast majority of cultivators in the world, a weapon spirit's awakening was absolutely cause for celebration, no less significant than breaking through a realm but in Xiao Mo's heart, he did not care much about it.
Because with his current strength, he had sufficient ability to deal with everything in the Western Region.
He had even already reached Immortal realm perfection.
It would not be long before he could undergo tribulation to reach the Ascension realm.
Therefore, Ranmo's awakening rely added another layer of insurance to his strength.
Xiao Mo paid no further attention to the weapon spirit Ranmo and continued using his blood-killing energy to suppress the precious bead.
The weapon spirit Ranmo looked at the red bead placed on the table, tilted her head, and asked, "These years, every ti Master kills an Upper Three Realm cultivator, you place their soul in this red bead. Moreover, there is a continuous stream of mortal life essence being sent your way. Ranmo is very curious, what does Master want to do?"
"Do you know of the Heaven-Stabilizing Bead?" Xiao Mo asked Ranmo.
"Heaven-Stabilizing Bead?" Ranmo tilted her head, clearly not knowing.
"When I was young, around thirteen years old, Xue Kui told about sothing. This thing is one of Ten Thousand Dao Sect's supre treasures. This is the Heaven-Stabilizing Bead."
Regarding his weapon spirit, Xiao Mo felt there was nothing to hide.
He had long ago refined Ranmo into his life-bound magical artifact. Ranmo could not possibly betray him.
"The Heaven-Stabilizing Bead is rumored to have appeared in ancient tis. One need only collect enough divine souls of Upper Three Realm cultivators, then collect life essence from seventy percent of the Western Region's common people, extracting twenty percent from each person. Using this as a blood sacrifice, one can establish a law for this territory of the Western Region."
"Can it do anything?" The weapon spirit Ranmo tilted her head and asked curiously.
"Not exactly," Xiao Mo shook his head.
"The establishnt of laws is extrely stringent. Moreover, the greater the influence of the law, the longer it lasts, and the wider the territory it covers, the more difficult it becos. Even ancient divine beings could not act as they pleased. Much less the Heaven-Stabilizing Bead. But at least, this bead can make this place called the Western Region sowhat more orderly for six thousand years."
"Is that all?"
Ranmo asked doubtfully, her fair miniature long legs gently swaying. Then she jumped onto Xiao Mo's head and lay prone.
"I am already Master's life-bound magical artifact. Though I cannot clearly know Master's thoughts, I can sense Master's emotions. Why do I feel Master has other things to do? Master has now conquered most of the Western Region and is about to proceed to the territories where the Ten Great Buddhist Temples are located. Master wants to beco lord of this Western Region and gather all the Western Region's fortune, what exactly is it for?"
"Nothing much," Xiao Mo put away the bead. "Just while establishing rules for the Western Region, incidentally helping soone take a step forward."
"Oh~" Ranmo looked at her master with interest.
Using the fortune of the entire Western Region to help soone take a step forward, this step was not rely "incidentally"!
But Ranmo already sensed her master was becoming sowhat impatient.
In that case, she would not ask further.
Anyway, as a blade, whatever her master wanted to cut, she would cut.
"Young Master."
Outside the cabin, Sili's voice sounded.
"Speak."
Xiao Mo picked up the long blade. The weapon spirit also flew back into the blade.
"We... ahead is Buddha Demon Mountain..." Sili said slowly, her tone carrying so complexity.
"I know."
Xiao Mo opened the door and walked out of the cabin. Sili respectfully followed behind Xiao Mo.
At this mont, dawn had just broken. The morning glow pierced through the clouds, and several beams of red light fell on a mountain peak ahead.
The mountain peak was split in half from the middle.
Buddha Demon Mountain.
Forward was Buddha, backward was demon.
Just as the flying vessel Xiao Mo was on flew over the crack in Buddha Demon Mountain, he slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it penetrated into the heart of every demonic sect cultivator, "All Buddhist temples, those who surrender to live. Those who defy die. Kill."
Fifty thousand demonic cultivators shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:
"Yes!"
From today, before and behind Buddha Demon Mountain, all is demon!
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