Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"You’ve come in, haha, you’ve finally stepped in!"

In an instant, the Heavenly God let out a wild laugh, black mist surged, filling the space between heaven and earth, a circle with a radius of about three hundred meters instantly dimmed, faintly shrouded in black mist.

The crowd watching, the worshiping believers, suddenly lost sight, able only to see the swirling black mist and the laughter of the Heavenly God.

"This person is courting death, finally to be erased by the Heavenly God!"

"Haha, no matter how formidable this demon is, in the end, he is but a mortal, unable to contend with the Heavenly God!"

The crowd exclaimed excitedly.

Within the circle of black mist, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was cold as he walked step by step towards the depths of a temple.

An illusion floated in the air, letting out a laugh, coldly saying, "I never expected that you would actually dare to come in. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve guessed my attack range, and you still dare to enter. Should I commend you for your courage, or scold you for your stupidity?"

Ye Qingfeng did not answer, his gaze indifferent, fire burning on the Futu Sword, with a sharp aura emanating.

"Such a sharp sword force, you are indeed formidable, almost unlike a martial artist of this age, but you don’t understand, you cannot possibly imagine what kind of being I am."

The illusion slightly shook its head, revealing a faint smile.

As long as this young man stepped in, there was no need to rush, he could no longer escape.

"No matter how powerful your strength, you cannot imagine the chasm between us."

"You killed the Moon Worship Sect, slaughtered all my cultivated servants, so now, you shall serve as my servant, collecting fresh blood for me!"

The Heavenly God spoke coldly, needing fresh blood to grow, yet unable to leave, thus requiring someone to collect it.

"It’s but a mere Wood Spirit, not so impressive." Ye Qingfeng said casually.

"What?"

"How do you know?"

The Heavenly God was instantly shocked, eyes gleaming, incredulous.

His mysterious identity unexpectedly revealed by this fellow within moments.

"Anyway, you’re about to be vanquished, no need to know too much." Sword intent blossomed from Ye Qingfeng, his aura suddenly rising, immensely powerful.

He forcefully utilized the Heaven and Earth Power, ignoring his injuries, though afterward his injuries would only worsen.

However, the benefits of slaying this Wood Spirit greatly outweighed the cost of these injuries.

"You are indeed valuable!"

Ye Qingfeng suddenly ascended, the Futu Sword erupting with powerful sword intent, cold, frigid, seemingly able to slash through everything in an instant.

So powerful!

Even the Heavenly God felt a tremor in his heart.

"You are strong, gifted, even in that age you would be considered a genius. Unfortunately, you face me." Though shocked, the Heavenly God remained icily confident, puzzled by how this youth discerned his identity.

"My methods are not something you can comprehend."

"You Ming Soul Domain!" the Heavenly God shrieked.

Black mist surged, issuing gusts of howling sounds, even those standing outside could feel the violent power within.

The crowd only saw the swirling black mist within hundreds of meters of the circle, ominous and terrifying.

"Surely the Heavenly God is using Divine Skills, the demon is doomed!"

"Haha, he’s certainly undergoing the most excruciating punishment now!"

A fanatic follower shouted.

The figure of the Heavenly God grew increasingly ethereal, he screamed, "Haha, you don’t understand, this is soul attack, a method solely targeting the soul. In this era, such attacking methods no longer exist, even you cannot know how to defend!"

This was the Heavenly God’s confidence.

His Soul Devouring Bottle exclusively targeted souls, and in this era, belief in the existence of souls had faded.

Even martial artists cannot reach this height, it is a strike from another dimension, indefensible, even if war god warriors appear, they cannot resist.

Thus, in this world, as long as someone enters his domain, he is invincible.

No matter how devilish this youth’s talent, he holds no fear.

The Heavenly God closed his eyes, seemingly reaching another space, the Soul World, he launched a soul attack, the Soul Devouring Bottle slowly consumed the opponent’s soul.

The soul of the Heavenly God floated, following the aura, ready to drift towards Ye Qingfeng.

Crimson!

At that moment, the dark Soul World seemed to become crimson, the void world devoid of light suddenly appeared illuminated by red light.

There stood a crimson figure.

Standing there, seemingly surrounded by endless Blood Energy, radiating brilliance, like the treasure aura of chaos, the profound avenue of earth and sky, standing there as if an unchallengeable existence in heaven and earth.

Cold, grim, devoid of emotion.

"What, what is this?" The soul of the Heavenly God had begun trembling.

Too terrifying!

This powerful pressure, as if a mere breath was enough to crush him.

At this moment, that crimson figure gently opened its eyes.

What kind of eyes were those!

Blood-red, eerie, icy, black pupils within crimson eyes, incredibly grim, just one glance seemingly enough to shatter one’s divine soul.

"Impossible, my soul is extraordinarily powerful, no martial artist can compare!" The Heavenly God’s heart trembled wildly.

Only a powerful soul can launch a soul attack.

And his soul was of an extraordinary existence.

"Die!"

The Devouring Sky Pearl activated.

In the dim Soul World, that crimson figure slowly uttered a word, as if the laws of the universe, intangible pressure like a grinding stone, crushed the Heavenly God’s soul, then slowly consumed it.

"No, impossible!"

The Heavenly God’s last words as he was terrified into submission, utterly shattered.

Even in death, he could not forget the horrifying scene he witnessed.

"Soul attack, you are truly courting death!"

Ye Qingfeng landed, if this were physical combat, Ye Qingfeng was heavily injured and might struggle to strike, but the Heavenly God initiated a soul attack, it was a self-inflicted death sentence.

He was the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, once reaching the realm of Shattering Stars, how powerful his soul was.

Even with a heavily injured soul, submerged in the Soul World, the pressure of his soul was beyond what a mere Heavenly God could withstand.

At that moment, Ye Qingfeng entered the depths of the temple, where the essence of the Heavenly God resided.

Sure enough, a wooden statue was worshiped within the temple, vivid and lifelike, seemingly infused with an inexplicable charm, with a slight scent of fresh blood.

"Qingyi Divine Wood!"

Ye Qingfeng uttered the origin of the wood, indeed a rare Spirit Wood.