bookbashuk Chapter 76 Enter My Ten Thousand Soul Banner
Chapter 76 Enter My Ten Thousand Soul Banner
Purple lightning spread across Gu Yan's body. His black robes fluttered, his long hair danced, and he transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, shooting into the sky.
The ten demonic figures, seeing Gu Yan fly into the sky, sent out enormous demonic hands that slapped at her, trying to knock this insignificant mortal to the ground.
Gu Yan was simply too fast to be stopped. She even passed right through a giant demonic hand and leaped into the sky.
Gu Yan stood high in the sky, her body radiating golden light.
He was like a giant sun, emitting rays of golden light. Then, behind Gu Yan, a towering, thousand-foot-tall phantom of a god appeared. This phantom had three heads and six arms, as if it came from another world. He wore armor, with white ribbons wrapped around his arms, and held a pipa in his hand. His face showed anger, and he was extremely majestic.
The Dharma image behind Gu Yan possessed a terrifying aura like a demon god, yet it also exuded a righteous spirit. Compared to the divine phantom behind Gu Yan, the ten Dharma images that resembled demon gods immediately appeared insignificant.
The ten Spirit King Realm experts all showed expressions of shock.
This, this is...
The majestic phantom of a deity plucked a string on the pipa, and wind and fire arrived simultaneously, shaking heaven and earth.
The ten demonic-like dharma images collapsed and disappeared. The ten Spirit King Realm experts coughed up blood. Cracks appeared on their bodies. They looked terrified, but they had no time to do anything. Their primordial spirits were forcibly taken away by a soul banner.
Gu Yan stood on the body of the Heavenly King's Dharma Image, with a banner floating beside him. The banner was about two zhang long, with golden mysterious runes embroidered on its black surface. Blood-red light surged on it, and countless painful human faces appeared and disappeared on the banner.
Gu Yan once told Dugu Xun that he had never practiced any blood-fiend blood-refining evil arts, but in fact he had.
I've practiced it a tiny bit.
Although he was a righteous cultivator, as the last cultivator on Earth, he felt it was his responsibility to pass on the unique skills of various sects. The demonic path was also a unified part of the Chinese Dao; whether a technique was evil or not depended mainly on the person using it. For example, when dealing with beasts, they would use the Myriad Soul Banner.
"You...you..." Crown Prince Yue was terrified when he saw Gu Yan kill ten Spirit King Realm experts in one move.
The others, too, trembled with fear as they looked at Gu Yan.
"You...you are a Spirit Emperor?" Crown Prince Yue's voice changed with fear. Gu Yan did not actually reveal the aura of a Spirit Emperor, but Crown Prince Yue did not believe that a late-stage Spirit King could instantly kill ten Spirit King experts. Even if his spiritual martial arts were powerful, it was impossible, unless...unless he was a Spirit Emperor.
"Kill him, kill him—"
The Crown Prince of Yue gave the order.
Those around him wore expressions of fear, having long submitted to the tyranny of Crown Prince Yue. Now, upon hearing the order, they instinctively surrounded Gu Yan. Crown Prince Yue retreated rapidly; he needed to escape. This man was the Spirit Emperor, whom he could not handle himself. He had to call upon his father.
Gu Yan watched as the terrifying army charged towards him, their battle cries deafening. Behind him, the Myriad Soul Banner emitted a hazy red light, and the souls bound within it surged forth like a tidal wave. These souls numbered well over 100,000, including the ten Spirit King realm experts Gu Yan had just killed.
The sheer number of souls was overwhelming. The terrifying howls of the Soul Refining made everyone's hair stand on end. The entire wasteland turned into hell. Faced with an attack from souls that outnumbered them several times over, the soldiers were quickly routed. One by one, they were killed by the Soul Refining and then collected into the Myriad Soul Banner.
The Crown Prince of Yue had already fled over a hundred miles away. He saw this scene with his divine sense and was terrified.
He had already come to regard Gu Yan as a ruthless demon.
Although the Crown Prince of Yue committed numerous evils and never cared about the lives of others, when he encountered a demon who was even more ruthless and powerful than himself, he was no different from anyone else.
At that moment, all he wanted to do was escape.
He wanted to escape to the palace.
Even if it means burning one's lifeblood, one must survive.
A crimson light emanated from his body, and his escape speed increased dramatically. But suddenly, a swift figure caught up with him and blocked his path.
A young man with black hair and a black robe stood in the air, with a floating banner behind him. The banner was over two zhang tall, shrouded in a bloody light, and exuded a cold, chilling, and deathly aura. Painful, distorted faces flashed across the banner, blowing out in gusts of wind, accompanied by the wails of the dead.
The Crown Prince of Yue turned pale and felt a chill run down his spine.
"You...you can't kill me, otherwise, otherwise my father will not let you get away with it..."
Before Crown Prince Yue could finish speaking, Gu Yan disappeared from his sight.
Gu Yan appeared behind him.
The Crown Prince of Yue's eyes widened as a bloody gash appeared on his neck.
Then the head fell off.
Blood gushed from the severed head.
His primordial spirit wailed as it was sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Gu Yan can freely browse the memories of any soul that has been taken by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
As Gu Yan perused the memories of the Crown Prince of Yue, her expression grew increasingly cold.
He taught his son to shoot civilians for amusement, arbitrarily raped other men's wives and daughters, allowed his subordinates to oppress innocent people, framed loyal officials who did not submit to him, and even massacred a city in order to practice evil magic. Others massacre other people's cities, but he massacred his own people. His crimes are too numerous to count.
The Crown Prince of Yue is so tyrannical; he learned it all from his father.
Since this King of Yue ascended the throne, the population of Yue has been reduced by half in just twenty years. He relies on his cultivation level, which is already at the early stage of the Spirit Emperor realm, and the support of the Empress of the Fuyou Empire.
This King of Yue didn't consider the lives of the people of Yue to be human lives at all.
Gu Yan has a very good temper. He is always tolerant of others and never kills people indiscriminately; it's rare for him to go on a killing spree. But once he does go on a killing spree, he will definitely eliminate the threat once and for all, eradicating any future troubles.
His master in his previous life taught him to have both a compassionate heart and ruthless methods. When encountering people or things he disliked, he should deal with them with ruthless methods. Ruthless methods cut off evil karma, leaving behind only life.
Gu Yan didn't consider himself a saint who hated evil, nor did he intend to intervene in the injustices of the world; he only sought clarity of mind. After arriving in the Yue Kingdom, he was displeased with everything he saw.
If you can manage it but don't, your mind won't be at peace.
King of Yue...
It's time someone took care of this tyrant.
Gu Yan turned to look at the Yue Kingdom's palace. A large amount of red mist surged out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, enveloping him. Then, his figure disappeared into the air and sped towards the Yue Kingdom's palace at an incredible speed.
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The Royal Palace of Yue.
On the palace wall, Grand Commander Huo Yun, clad in silver-white armor, stood gazing at the sky. This Grand Commander appeared to be in his forties, but in reality, he was thousands of years old, a veteran of three reigns.
He watched as the once prosperous Yue Kingdom was reduced to its current wretched state by the current King of Yue, his heart filled with anger, torment, and pain. Though a thousand rebellious thoughts had crossed his mind, he never acted upon them. Instead, day after day, he remained within the palace walls, serving as an accomplice to the tyrant, his heart growing more numb and indifferent with each passing day.
He gazed at the increasingly oppressive world, his brows furrowed tightly, but what could he do? Just as he was about to turn and leave, he sensed a terrifying presence.
This is……