The First Immortal of Destiny

Chapter 504: Chapter 504: Demon’s Feast (Part Two)_1

Having gnawed off the flesh from the face and the brains from within, the tall, thin evil cultivator casually tossed the skull aside. He then lifted his bone cup to take a large gulp of Blood Wine.

Afterward, he belched out the sweet, fetid stench of the wine, squinted, and said, ”After we’ve feasted on the people and livestock in that mountain village, the grand feast for us practitioners of the outer paths should be about to begin! It’s perfect timing to make a batch of jerky to eat on the road.”

The short, stout evil cultivator quite agreed with his junior martial brother’s suggestion and was about to nod when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

The next moment, he slapped his Universe Bag, and a large drum—crafted from the skin, bones, and sinews of cultivators—appeared in his hands.

”BOOM!”

”BOOM! BOOM!”

The short, stout evil cultivator wildly swung a bone mallet, furiously beating the human-skin drum.

Simultaneously, a dazzling Sword Light fell from the sky, cascading like the Milky Way descending!

The drumming grew increasingly shrill and stifling, carrying an eerie, malevolent power. Those with insufficient strength would become dizzy and disoriented upon hearing the thrumming, their spiritual souls damaged.

Accompanying the drumbeats, a torrent of viscous, hair-like substances poured from the human-skin drum, rippling out layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, they wove into gigantic hands, overlapping and intertwining to form a grotesque and formidable defensive barrier!

”CLANG!”

A sword cry, like a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s howl, shattered the malevolent drum sounds.

As the Sword Light descended, it effortlessly sliced through the overlapping giant hands like a sharp blade cutting through soft clay, piercing straight down through the short, stout cultivator’s head and burying itself in the ground!

Instantly, the thrumming of the drum ceased abruptly!

The short, stout cultivator’s eyes were wide open, his greenish pupils filled with utter disbelief. When the Sword Light dissipated, a fine line of blood appeared at the center of his forehead. It slowly spread downwards over his nose, mouth, chin, neck, and chest.

”SQUIRT!”

Foul blood suddenly spurted out. In the next instant, the short, stout cultivator split in two, his halves slowly slumping to the ground.

His junior martial brother, the other evil cultivator, had already retrieved his magic artifacts and talismans, intending to use magic to fight the approaching enemy. But the moment the barrier of hands was broken, he broke out in a cold sweat, realizing the situation was dire.

The human-skin drum was his senior martial brother’s strongest defensive measure. Its deafening noise confused the enemy’s five senses and damaged their spiritual souls. Simultaneously, it used boundless resentment and baleful energy to form an immensely strong barrier that not even a full-force strike from a peak Spirit Sea Realm expert could hope to shatter.

Yet, in a mere instant, before either of them had even seen the enemy’s face, the defense formed by the human-skin drum was forcefully broken. The tall, thin evil cultivator immediately realized their foe was invincible.

Thus, without even glancing at his senior martial brother, he conjured a dark, blood-red light, preparing to flee. But when his five senses detected that the short, stout cultivator had been sliced in two by the Sword Light, he was terrified beyond measure. He frantically pushed the resentment-fueled Mana within his body, but it was too late!

A vivid phantom of a Horned Flood Dragon appeared above him, immediately following the Sword Light.

”ROAR!”

The Horned Flood Dragon opened its maw and roared, a cry that echoed through the heavens. Its incredibly ferocious and enormous dragon claw materialized, its two horns suddenly blazing, unleashing devastating thunder power that spread rapidly before instantly striking down.

”CRACK!”

The thunder light struck the tall, thin evil cultivator. He didn’t even let out a grunt as the blood-red light, magic techniques, magic treasures, and everything else on his body suffused with Demonic Qi were obliterated. He plummeted from mid-air to the ground.

His entire body was charred black, emitting wisps of foul-smelling black smoke. He twitched occasionally, but his life force was nearly extinguished.

Directly in front of his face lay the child’s skull he had gnawed clean and casually tossed aside. Its empty eye sockets stared straight at him.

”UGH!”

The tall, thin evil cultivator stared at the skull and exhaled his last breath.

At that moment, an elegant and otherworldly figure descended from the clouds. It was Shen Mo, who had ventured out seeking Core Formation!

When he left the subsidiary courtyard of Chong’a Mountain, his first priority was to make thorough preparations for forming a higher-quality Golden Core. Secondly, within his capabilities, he aimed to slay as many demons and devils as he could.

Among the many preparations, besides forcefully entering the Dragon Fall Abyss and the Jade Pool Realm to use spiritual medicines from the Dungeons within to refine the Chaotic Yuan Pill, he also needed to gather Chaotic Yuan Fruits and find suitable Blessed Lands for his Core Formation.

Thus, Shen Mo couldn’t just blindly rush forward. Instead, he needed to visit various large-scale immortal workshops, minor immortal sects, and other such places to seek clues about Chaotic Yuan Fruits and suitable Blessed Lands for Core Formation.

He hadn’t found any clues yet, but he was gaining an increasingly clear understanding of the current situation in the Red Flame Zone.

The situation could only be described with four words: utter devastation and misery!

The main culprits were the increasingly active and audacious evil cultivators, some beings from the Outer Zone, and the frequent manifestation of Evil Spirits in various regions.

Along the way, Shen Mo dealt with any demons and Evil Spirits he encountered, provided he could. What remained were entities beyond his current ability: powerful beings from the Outer Zone, or inexplicable phenomena involving Evil Spirits that defied common understanding.

You State was relatively stable. However, Zhong State—the heart of the Red Flame Zone and home to the Capital City of Red Flame Country—had become a slaughterhouse where countless demons and monsters wreaked havoc.

In the past half-month alone, he had slain forty to fifty evil cultivators and beings from the Outer Zone who were Class III or above.

The evil cultivator ”brothers” he had just annihilated had acted with utter impunity. The villages they had ravaged were littered with clues. Shen Mo had followed these traces all the way here until he finally killed them.

From Shen Mo’s sleeve, Flower Fairy Ami peeked out her small head. She glanced outside, and her face immediately filled with sadness and unbearable pity. Covering her eyes, she burrowed back into the depths of his sleeve.

Before retreating, she even spat with extreme disgust at the corpses of the two evil cultivator brothers.

”Bind Soul!”

Shen Mo stood beside the large cauldron where human flesh was being cooked. His spiritual sense spread out in a peculiar manner as he cast the Soul-binding Spell on the two corpses.

Immediately, two souls, one stout and one thin, flew out from their respective bodies and landed in Shen Mo’s palm.

After extracting the three souls and seven spirits of the two men, Shen Mo didn’t immediately obliterate them. Instead, he cast the Soul Searching Spell. As numerous fragmented memories flooded his mind, his expression grew increasingly cold and murderous.

The souls of middle-stage and late-stage Spirit Sea Realm experts, apart from being somewhat ethereal, were almost indistinguishable from actual people.

After their initial confusion, the two evil cultivator souls quickly regained their lucidity. Realizing their predicament, they immediately fell to their knees, tears and mucus streaming down their faces as they begged for mercy.

”Immortal Master, Immortal Master, spare our lives!”

”Considering the hardships of our cultivation journey, please show mercy and let us go...”

”Immortal Master, if you spare us, we promise to turn over a new leaf and never harm our fellow humans again!”

”Please, please, take pity on us! Let our souls depart.”

Their voices, filled with sorrow and misery, could indeed stir pity in an uninformed listener, moving them to tears.

Shen Mo, however, gritted his teeth so hard they clicked, his eyes blazing with tangible fury.

”Pity you? Ha, pity *you*?”

”If I pity you... who will pity the tens of thousands of innocent souls who perished at your hands?”

As he spoke, he took out a Soul Lamp. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the two evil cultivator souls directly into its flame!