Finally, before leaving, he enlightened a pile of jagged strange stones on a small slope unknown to others. These stones would awaken as Rock Guardians when the Demon Race charged into the village, protecting them from a fatal massacre.
After finishing all this, Zhang Xiaoman promptly left to head to the next city.
Originally, his plan was to find a knowledgeable local person in a major city to inquire about Lao Mountain. According to the records in the Divine Ancient Geomancy Map, once Lao Mountain is located, the Small Immortal Palace would also be found.
However, in the following days, Zhang Xiaoman was shocked by the bloody scenes he encountered as he traversed the major cities.
Skeletons, everywhere he looked there were skeletons. Demons had occupied human cities, treating them as feeding grounds, wantonly slaughtering them.
The commotion caused by the Wolf Demon seed trivial compared to the chaos here in the Diancang Kingdom.
Zhang Xiaoman now began to suspect that the entirety of Diancang Kingdom might have ceased to exist, having completely fallen into the monsters’ garden.
These horrifying scenes reminded him of the Lion Cal Ridge in Journey to the West, truly a mountain of skulls, a forest of bones, a sight as terrifying as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Zhang Xiaoman imdiately abandoned his original plan, deciding to take action to wipe out all the cannibal demons he saw from this world.
Flying eastward, Zhang Xiaoman slaughtered for ten days and ten nights, his hands stained with countless demon blood, as if he had transford into a Purgatory Asura.
Along the way, he exterminated every demon. Ten would be killed if there were ten; an entire city would be slaughtered if there was one. Regardless of innocence, none appearing in human cities at this ti were spared.
Of course, the demons recklessly consuming humans in the Diancang Kingdom had indeed experienced considerable power growth, so surpassing even the Wolf Demon of the Dafu Dynasty, the strongest among them having devoured millions from the Human Clan, reaching the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, becoming a Demon Saint of their territory.
Yet even a Demon Saint couldn’t escape death. Zhang Xiaoman’s power had reached the Heavenly Immortal Level, so no demon saint from the mortal world could ever withstand immortal-level strength.
Three Demon Saints fled ten thousand miles using Blood Escape, only to be chased down and slain by Zhang Xiaoman. Demon blood spilled on the land, corroding it into stinking swamps.
Zhang Xiaoman could no longer rember how many demons he had killed. He now only sensed a strong stench of blood on himself, caused by the resentnt left by the demon race after their deaths.
Since his cultivation journey began, he had killed nurous alien species, including millions from the Desert Worm Clan on the Moon, but never had he accumulated such pervasive resentnt.
Firstly, because the individual strength of the Desert Worm Clan was inferior to these demons, unable to form enduring resentnt and dissipated quickly.
Secondly, because when Zhang Xiaoman annihilated the Desert Worm Clan, he used large-scale skills from afar, similar to launching a nuclear bomb, without needing to be present personally.
Yet now, considering the presence of survivors in the cities, Zhang Xiaoman did not employ extensive range magic but instead personally exterminated each cannibal demon one by one.
As a result, the resentnt of the demon race clung to him, causing the flowers, plants, and trees he passed to wither.
Resentnt has the severe effect of affecting human spirits, potentially driving a person to madness and into the demonic path.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoman is immune to spiritual attacks, rendering the most troubleso aspect of resentnt irrelevant to him.
Nonetheless, he was still significantly affected by the demon race’s resentnt, at least in appearance, greatly changed from before, giving off an air of grimness that makes people shiver.
It seed like if Zhang Xiaoman abruptly appeared in mortal society, he wouldn’t need to do anything; his re presence could scare a large number to death.
This doesn’t relate much to courage, though—it’s primarily because the resentnt from the demon race carries malice. When common people absorb it, they might not die imdiately, but later they would fall gravely ill and perish.
"Tut tut, young man, you should experience such slaughter more often. Too bad you don’t cultivate Heavenly Dao nor face a tribulation, losing one path for training."
Within the Sect Leader Jade, Ni Yang’s Divine Thought exclaid.
During these days, he had been coolly observing Zhang Xiaoman’s deeds without the slightest intention of intervening.
In fact, the Jaded Old Greedy Dragon ended with words that would shatter an ordinary cultivator’s perception: experiencing slaughter might be understandable, but how a fearful tribulation could beco a training path was truly unimaginable.
Yet Zhang Xiaoman understood his words; after all, their strengths differed, and they perceived things from different standpoints. For ordinary people, it might be a nine-death tribulation, but for an Immortal Realm bigwig like Ni Yang, it was hardly noteworthy.
Another month passed, now almost all the monsters in Diancang Kingdom were slain by him, and the demon race feared him deeply; the whole nation knew of this fierce man who butchered the demon race.
The monsters ravaging humanity were eradicated, finally freeing the people of Diancang Kingdom from the hellish depths of purgatory. On this day, countless erected plaques for immortality in their hos, as Zhang Xiaoman never disclosed his full na, they only knew his surna was Zhang, thus they called him "Saint Immortal Zhang."
A month later, amidst spiritual veins within the mountains of Diancang Kingdom, Zhang Xiaoman awoke from ditation, letting out a long breath as if expelling the hostility accumulated over these two months.
Around him, the mountain forest had long withered, a small river turned black upon contact with the turbid breath he exhaled, and as the breeze passed, frost ford on its surface.
"Heh heh, kid, how does it feel? This art of clearing the mind was initially given to by a Golden Wire, asking to do sothing for him, but I forgot it. Anyway, I didn’t need it, so it ended up benefiting you, kid."
Within the Divine Thought, Ni Yang’s voice echoed, and soon a small blue dragon appeared beside Zhang Xiaoman.
"Ni Yang, thanks a lot. Although the malice can’t hurt , it’s still a nuisance to have it constantly follow . Being able to dispel them so quickly really saved a lot of trouble."
"Heh, it’s just because you are still in a mortal body. If another Heavenly Immortal ca, with the Immortal Spirit Body’s capacity, the demon’s resentnt in the mortal world wouldn’t cling to them."
"But then again, if you were one of the immortals, you probably wouldn’t avenge this group of ants-like kin the way you did."
Zhang Xiaoman remained silent upon hearing this.
Ants?
Perhaps, due to the disparity in strength, it was indeed as disparate as a human and ants.
But in terms of pure existence, he did not think these kin were re ants.
Having practiced for so long, Zhang Xiaoman now had certain insights into what so-called immortals were like.
Although he never saw a real immortal, having endured an Immortal Tribulation, Zhang Xiaoman could vaguely sense a breath of Heavenly Dao within.
It is a kind of transcendent power, a cold and rciless force of rules, vast and imnse, oppressing the heart.
If the cultivators, upon practicing Immortal Law, beco more congruent with Immortal Path, how should such beings be defined?
Perhaps, they are no longer to be considered "humans".
To precisely define their race, the term "Immortal" seems fitting.
Thus, Zhang Xiaoman could easily understand why past cultivators were so cold and indifferent, lacking empathy toward their kind, using them as ants and resources.
Because the so-called Immortal Path is actually an inhuman path!
Seekers of Immortality are gradually transforming themselves from humans into another terrifying species—Immortals.
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