Chapter 399: Chapter 399: Killing to Prove the Dao

This was terrifying!

’This kind of killing... if my Demon Heart is unleashed, it would be a disaster. The more I kill, the crazier I’ll become, the more addicted I’ll get, until I transform completely into a Demon!’

’This place... there’s only life and death, only killing!’ 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

’This must be the Soul Realm Battlefield. Perhaps it’s just a preliminary, experimental one.’

’This world... it’s become even more unfamiliar.’

Ye Tianling was shaken.

It then took him a full half an hour to suppress the intense urge to kill again.

During that half an hour, Ye Tianling was attacked by three more Cultivators.

However, he simply released his Celestial Dragon Void Soul. The Soul Cultivators were weak; the moment his soul aura manifested, they immediately fled in a peculiar fashion.

Ye Tianling didn’t give chase.

It wasn’t an act of mercy; he simply hadn’t figured out the rules of this place yet.

After passing through the Blood-Colored Mist Area, Ye Tianling entered a vast, blood-red wasteland.

The environment was very similar to the Ninth Layer of the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

The world was gloomy, but with far less of the blood-red mist, the atmosphere felt much more reassuring.

The ground was no longer insubstantial, but solid, dark earth.

Unknown weeds and wildflowers grew from the soil, but they all gave off a foul stench and faintly emanated an unsettling aura.

The soil was soft, but since he was in his Soul Body and thus intangible, Ye Tianling didn’t get any mud on him.

After he passed through the mist, the world grew quiet, and the murderous intent of the Blood Kill no longer assailed him.

Ye Tianling scanned his surroundings. His vision only extended for about seven hundred meters; beyond that, everything was a dim, blurry haze.

’It’s completely deserted here. But how do I get out?’

’Should I kill a few more?’

’Or get killed to get out?’

Ye Tianling pondered.

After carefully checking his surroundings and finding no immediate danger, Ye Tianling took out the Golden Bow and Arrow and began to examine it with his senses.

Pushing his Soul Talent to its limits, Ye Tianling directed his senses toward the bow and arrow.

"Baiyu Demon God Radiant Bow, Replica. Soul Artifact. Spirit Level Upper Grade."

The information revealed by his Soul Talent stunned Ye Tianling.

’Isn’t this the bow that Long Qingwan of the Dragon Race uses? Wait... no, that’s not right... it’s just very similar! Could it be that the real Baiyu Demon God Radiant Bow is so incredibly powerful that many replicas were made?’

As Ye Tianling pondered this, he took out the set of golden Battle Armor and examined it with his Soul Talent.

"Heaven-Sundering Inner Armor, Soul Artifact. Spirit Level Upper Grade. Suitable for refining by a soul of Profound Yin Quality."

This information baffled Ye Tianling.

’Does this mean the Battle Armor can only be refined by a specific type of Soul Body?’

Lost in thought, Ye Tianling summoned a stream of Samadhi True Fire and attempted to refine the armor.

BOOM—

The Samadhi True Fire transformed into a Soul Flame. The Heaven-Sundering Inner Armor melted quickly, but just as Ye Tianling prepared to refine it, it suddenly burst with a PUFF and disintegrated into tiny particles.

Ye Tianling was about to summon the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword to devour the remains and avoid any waste.

But in the next moment, the particles simply vanished.

’The world devoured them!’

Ye Tianling suddenly looked up, his expression turning grave.

He clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth.

After a long moment, Ye Tianling burned his Soul Blood using his Dragon Soul. He performed a Blood Sacrifice to the Celestial Secret Dao and employed the Path of Time Origin to conduct a reverse Inference.

About thirty breaths later.

Ye Tianling opened his eyes and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

’I can’t die here!’

’To die here once is to truly lose one’s Life Chart! This must be a battlefield jointly created by the Celestial Demon Blood Domain and the Emperor Soul Race! And this is likely just a preliminary zone.’

’So be it! Killing to Prove the Dao, and Demon Slaying the World!’

’If I’m afraid of becoming a Demon, it just means I don’t have the willpower to control myself! If I let myself be dominated by this allure of killing, what can I ever hope to achieve? Back then, not even the Demon Heart Sword Body could make me fall or yield. How can the mere impulse to kill possibly shake my will now?’

Ye Tianling quickly grasped some of the principles of this place. He immediately cast aside all his reservations, preparing to use Killing to Prove the Dao!

After coming to this realization, Ye Tianling immediately used his Kunpeng Carefree Travel Body Technique and forged ahead.

As he traveled, his figure grew more and more solid.

Finally, after he passed through a valley, his soul body felt as if it had transformed into a physical body, completely solid and no different from his flesh-and-blood one.

Beyond the valley lay another stretch of the blood-red wasteland.

Ye Tianling stepped out of the valley. With a single step, his Combat Boots sank nearly ten centimeters into the mire.

Sludge.

A drizzling, blood-red rain.

The stench of rotting grass, and the startlingly real soul bones that littered the wilderness ground... all of it demonstrated that this world of Blood Kill was becoming more tangible.

Ye Tianling didn’t know if the world itself was changing and causing this Space to evolve, or if he was simply drawing closer to a more complete killing field the further he traveled.

"Newcomer? What race are you from?"

Just as Ye Tianling was walking, a voice suddenly sounded near him.

It was a powerful and vigorous voice, yet also gentle and refined.

"Huh?"

Ye Tianling froze, his heart sinking. Someone had gotten right next to him, and he hadn’t even noticed!

’If that person had attacked, the consequences would have been unimaginable.’

Ye Tianling pushed his Soul Talent to its absolute limit but still couldn’t find the speaker.

"I’m to your right, three thousand meters away. No need to be afraid. I bear you no ill will."

The refined voice spoke again.

Ye Tianling looked to his right, but even when pushing his power to its peak, he couldn’t see clearly beyond nine hundred meters.

Nevertheless, he walked over. This person was a powerful being, far beyond his imagination.

"Human Race. Ye Tianling."

Ye Tianling took a deep breath to steady his nerves and walked forward.

With the steady drizzle, the muddy path was difficult to traverse.

A dozen or so breaths later, Ye Tianling saw the speaker.

He was a young man with ear-length hair, exceptionally refined and handsome. He wore a set of casual, ancient-style sword robes that, even in the rain, emanated a faint trace of Sword Intent.

"Celestial Beauty Race, Feng Chaoge."

The man said as he walked over.

Ye Tianling noticed the man was half a head taller than him. And he wasn’t walking—he was floating, gliding a foot above the ground as he approached.

As a result, he seemed utterly graceful and transcendent, possessing an ineffable, celestial air.

’This man...’

Ye Tianling’s heart skipped a beat; he could tell this man was an unbelievable prodigy.