Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1622: Chapter 754: Ji Xingyao’s Encounter with the Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Star, The Path of Misfortune

At this very moment, countless Mahayana Demons lifted their palms with cold indifference, and ten‑thousand‑zhang blood‑red demonic palms slammed down from the heavens. No complex Daoist Techniques—only the most primitive, most brutal Power of Destruction.

Boom~~

The entire Mountain Protection Array shattered completely in an instant, billions of blood‑colored Dao Patterns annihilated inch by inch, countless array foundations and bones directly ground into dust. The three Supreme Elders closest to the Array Hub didn’t even have time to flee; their bodies and Divine Souls were smashed to pulp beneath the demonic palms, and their Essence Blood was plundered across the void on the spot.​

The slaughter slipped entirely out of control, and the great catastrophe swept across the Blood River Sect’s main altar.​

Tens of thousands of Blood River Sect Cultivators scattered in all directions in desperate flight—Outer Sect, Inner Sect, Direct Disciples, Elders, protectors, Blood River War Generals—packed densely along both banks of the Blood River. The Demon Dao experts who usually butchered the heavens and rampaged unhindered were now like lambs to the slaughter, fleeing in terror.

Some activated every shred of their Blood Escape Secret Technique, some burned their own Blood Essence to fight to the death, some sacrificed their Lifebound Blood Artifacts to block—but all struggle was utterly meaningless.​

Tens of thousands of Fallen Demon Ancestors swept their wings sideways, and blood‑colored wind blades filled the sky, slicing open the void. Whole swathes of Blood Cultivators were directly shredded, their broken corpses and blood cascading into the primordial Blood River below;​

They opened their maws and inhaled deeply, forming a blood‑red devouring vortex that pierced through heaven and earth. Several thousand Sect Cultivators who failed to dodge in time were swallowed up midair, their Divine Souls and Essence Blood chewed to mush together;​

Blood‑red ravines tore open across the ground as ten thousand blood‑colored tendrils burst up from below, coiling around fleeing Cultivators and dragging them alive into subterranean blood pools, slowly squeezing dry their entire source power.​

Screams, the crack of splintering bones, the sorrowful wails of shattered Divine Souls echoed through the heavens and earth of the Blood River Realm. The Blood River Sect, once grim and domineering, had in this moment fallen into purgatory on earth.

In this Evil Dao Sect where internecine slaughter among fellow disciples was treated as routine, everyone had now sunk into absolute, consummate despair. They had campaigned across myriad heavens, leaving countless great worlds scorched and barren for thousands of miles; now karmic retribution finally descended upon their own heads—they were being mercilessly massacred by their very own Fallen Demon Ancestors.

”No way... is this real or fake, the Blood River Sect has been wiped out?”

In the distance, Ji Xingyao was utterly dumbfounded, almost unable to believe it.

At this time, he sensed endless strands of Destiny between heaven and earth all converging onto his body.

All of it was being gifted to him by the dead Cultivators of the Blood River Sect.

In truth, this was precisely the nature of the Immortal Grade Destiny Star of Celestial Slaughter and Solitude—able to Devour the Destiny of other dead Cultivators.

The more people die, the more vast the Destiny he obtains.

To be honest, he had gone through quite a lot over the years, but this was still the first time he had ever obtained such an immense amount of Destiny.

It felt as if the entire Destiny of the Blood River Sect had converged upon his body.

This was using the strength and foundation of an entire Sect to forge his Dao path.

He felt as though he had now become the Child of Destiny of the whole Blood River Realm, granted the protection of boundless Destiny.

”Could it be that the Blood River Sect was killed off because of my misfortune?”

”Is this the horror of the Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Star?”

”Even among Immortal Destinies, this is a top‑ranked talent.”

Ji Xingyao’s pupils contracted; he didn’t even know what he should say.

Even though he knew that his Life Chart restrains father, restrains mother, restrains the entire family—that in this life he is fated to be solitary, that the better a Cultivator treats him the faster they die, and they will even become nourishment upon his own body.

Over these years in the Blood River Sect, he had already misfortune‑killed quite a few of his masters, as well as senior and junior brothers.

And now, the entire Blood River Sect from top to bottom, including the Mahayana Ancestors, had all been misfortune‑killed.

He felt that the Evil Qi and bad luck on his body had already soared to the heavens.

No matter where he walks, it will cause endless casualties among living beings.

”Hah, do you even need to ask? Of course they were killed by your misfortune.”

”The power of your Immortal Grade Destiny Star of Celestial Slaughter and Solitude is already no weaker than a Seven-Colored Life Chart.”

”Even an Immortal can’t withstand the bad luck of your Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Star.”

”One could say you’re a heaven‑born prodigy, naturally suited to cultivate the Dao of Misfortune.”

Just then, an aged voice came from within Ji Xingyao’s body.

The speaker was Ji Xingyao’s随身老爷爷, who called himself Peach Blossom Daoist. In former days he had been a Golden Immortal, cultivating the Dao of Misfortune, and in the Immortal Realm he had been fairly renowned.

Not ”fairly renowned,” really—more like a rat scurrying across the street.

Because Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune inevitably incur the hostility of countless other Immortals. After all, wherever such an Immortal appears, there will inevitably be blood and storm, heavy tribulations, and endless deaths and injuries.

As long as you stay together with an Immortal of this Dao, you’re guaranteed to suffer catastrophic bad luck.

Even if it isn’t the Peach Blossom Daoist striking personally, merely being implicated by his misfortune will cause tremendous losses among many Immortals.

So the result is obvious: Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune are basically existences that cannot show their faces.

Once they’re discovered by other Immortals, they are killed without mercy.

Though you can’t really blame the other Immortals.

It’s simply because every Immortal who cultivates the Dao of Misfortune is a selfish bastard who harms others for their own gain.

They Devour the Destiny of the masses and spread misfortune.

They use the Destiny of all living beings to aid their own cultivation.

Put bluntly: the more miserable everyone else is, the more people die, the greater the benefits they receive.

Basically, many of the tribulations across the Immortal Realm are all instigated by them.

They’re practically the plague gods of the Immortal Realm, even more terrifying than Demons.

Thus Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune are, without exception, Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Stars.

”This...”

Ji Xingyao was stunned into silence, not knowing what he should say.

Although the Blood River Sect was indeed an Evil Dao Sect, and everyone in it was quite the ”talent”—every senior brother a mass murderer, committing every imaginable atrocity—overall, they had still greatly aided his cultivation.