owlsbooks Chapter 41 Forensic Evidence
Chapter 41 Forensic Evidence
Chapter 41 Forensic Evidence
Deep in the Northern Sea, the palace of the Kunpeng.
After the Thirty-Six Heavens were completed, Kunpeng did not become complacent. Instead, he calmed down and completely sealed the palace gates, immersing himself in a deeper level of solitary and arduous cultivation.
The path of cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.
Although he now possesses the power of thirty-six worlds and his magical power is vast and boundless, enough to overpower a late-stage Quasi-Saint, the improvement of his realm is ultimately the foundation of the Great Dao.
Inside the main hall, time seemed to lose its meaning.
Kunpeng sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by colorful chains of divine laws.
The ethereal nature of wind, the suppleness of water, the unpredictable power of blood, the domineering nature of devouring, the ruthless nature of slaughter, the vastness of pure Yang.
The end of destruction.
Under the deduction of his quasi-saint level primordial spirit, the seven supreme laws began to transform from the original Great Luo Perfection Realm to the higher level of "Primordial Chaos" Realm.
The Xuanmen (mysterious sect) cultivates the primordial spirit and severs the three corpses to prove oneself as a sage of the Heavenly Dao.
Demons and gods cultivate the laws, condensing their origin to prove themselves as Primordial Golden Immortals.
Although they lead to the same goal through different paths, their focuses are completely different.
As a transmigrator, Kunpeng was extremely ambitious. He not only killed the benevolent White Lotus Daoist and embarked on the path of the Xuanmen, but also cultivated the difficult and obscure Dao of Laws and embarked on the path of proving the Dao through force!
"Buzz—"
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Countless millennia passed, and the chains of divine laws surrounding Kunpeng trembled violently before merging into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.
An ancient and boundless aura, seemingly transcending the constraints of heaven and earth, slowly awakened within him.
This aura is different from that of a quasi-saint who borrows the power of the Heavenly Dao; it is a sublimation originating from the essence of life, a domineering aura of self-importance.
"Primordial Golden Immortal!"
Kunpeng opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly, as if countless stars were being born and dying within them.
"Slaying the corpse makes one a Quasi-Saint; enforcing the laws proves one's Primordial Chaos
"Now I cultivate the Laws and the Three Corpses simultaneously, and both my physical body and primordial spirit have reached the pinnacle. Although I haven't eradicated the Evil Corpse and the Corpse of Obsession, in terms of cultivation level, I have firmly stepped into the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm!"
"If we add the power of the Thirty-Six Heavens and numerous supreme treasures—"
"Below the level of a sage, I have no equal!"
With his cultivation greatly improved, Kunpeng concealed his aura and began to ponder his future plans.
"The Dao Ancestor has finished his three lectures and has merged with the Heavenly Dao."
"Next comes the age of sages."
"Nuwa created humans and became a saint, the Three Pure Ones established their religions and became saints, and Jieyin and Zhunti made great vows and became saints—"
Kunpeng lightly tapped his knee with his fingers, and the future trends of the primordial world flashed through his mind.
"Although I established the Demon Sect, claiming to be the Ancestor of All Demons, this Demon Sect is ultimately a loose alliance."
"Those demons are mostly intimidated by the power of the Demon-Summoning Banner and my reputation. They may be respectful on ordinary days, but when it comes to life and death or when they are being courted by the Heavenly Court, they may not be able to obey orders and follow instructions as easily as their own arms."
The Heavenly Court has hundreds of millions of demon soldiers and ten demon saints; those are the true descendants of Emperor Jun and Taiyi.
And he, Kunpeng, though seemingly powerful, actually had no truly personal force besides two attendants.
An absolutely loyal army of defenders of the faith.
"If we were to face a sage in the future, or if the great calamity of the Lich King were to break out, I could not possibly do everything myself and become a reckless warrior charging into battle."
"I need an army."
"A personal guard that is loyal only to me, respects only the demonic sect, does not recognize the Heavenly Court, and is powerful and fearless in battle!"
Thinking of this, Kunpeng's gaze involuntarily turned to the Netherworld Blood Sea that he had sealed in the depths of the Northern Underworld.
"Nuwa is about to create humans, and in doing so, she will become a saint."
"And the original Styx Ancestor also followed Nuwa's example and created the Asura race in the Blood Sea. Although he failed to become a saint, he established the Asura Sect and became a sect leader."
"Now that the River Styx is dead, the source is entirely in my hands."
"The opportunity and karma that created the Asura race naturally fell upon my shoulders!"
A sharp light flashed in Kunpeng's eyes as a bold and perfect plan took shape in his mind.
"The original Asura race consisted of ugly men and beautiful women. Although they were powerful in battle, their bloodlust had entered their minds, making them bloodthirsty and unable to achieve great things."
"But I possess the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, the key to Nuwa's creation of humanity!"
"There is now another twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus that purifies all things!"
"If I could combine the strengths of both, integrating the Blood Sea Origin and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and then use the White Lotus to cleanse away the malevolent energy—"
"Then what I create will no longer be monsters that only know how to kill, but a race of Asura demons with perfect bodies, cold-blooded rationality, and born for battle!"
With this thought in mind, Kunpeng no longer hesitated.
With a flicker, he instantly appeared above the Netherworld Blood Sea.
"Demonic banner, rise!"
With a wave of his sleeve, Kunpeng conjured up the Demon-Summoning Banner, which radiated boundless Xuanhuang merit, and fluttered in the wind.
"Blood-soaked souls, heed my command!"
As the Kunpeng Technique was unleashed, the Demon-Summoning Banner trembled slightly, releasing a terrifying suction force targeting the soul.
"Waaaaah!"
Within the vast, boundless sea of blood, countless wronged souls and vengeful spirits, who had been mired in darkness for billions of years and had long since lost their intelligence, were forcibly stripped from the blood.
They howled and roared, filled with sin and resentment, densely packed in mid-air, blotting out the sky, numbering in the hundreds of millions!
These wronged souls are the remnants of countless living beings who have died since the creation of the world by Pangu. Among them are the remnants of powerful beings who perished in the Dragon-Han Calamity. They are profound in their essence, but also the most frenzied and chaotic.
If you were to create something directly from this, what you would create would inevitably be a demon.
"Hmph, if it were someone else, perhaps they wouldn't be able to deal with this wronged soul burdened with karma."
"But what I have in abundance are purification methods!"
"A pure white lotus, cleansed of all worldly impurities!"
With a single finger, Kunpeng pointed, and the flawless white twelve-petaled lotus platform above his head suddenly flew out and hovered above the heads of countless wronged souls.
"Buzz"
The holy and gentle purifying light cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping all the wronged souls in the sky.
"Sizzle sizzle—"
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The rising black smoke is the forceful purification and evaporation of the malevolent energy, resentment, and madness within the wronged souls.
The piercing screams gradually subsided, replaced by a bewildered silence.
The originally grotesque and twisted soul became pure and transparent under the baptism of white light, retaining only its core fighting instincts and that last bit of true spirit.
"Good! The soul is purified; next comes body shaping!"
A hint of solemnity flashed in Kunpeng's eyes as he flipped his hand and took out the clump of nine-colored soil, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, that he had taken from under the gourd vine of Buzhou Mountain years ago!
This substance is the ancestral source of earth; a single grain can transform into a divine mountain ten thousand feet high, and it is also an unparalleled divine material for shaping the innate Dao body.
"Nine Heavens Breath Soil, melting blood and transforming bones!"
Kunpeng took out a portion of the Breath Soil and threw it into the sea of blood below.
"The Three Lights Divine Water, the source of creation and life!"
He then took out the jade bottle and poured out the incomparably precious Sun, Moon and Star Divine Water.
"Boom!"
The sea of blood boiled!
Driven by the power of creation, the blood, the soil, and the divine water merged perfectly, transforming into clumps of flesh that shimmered with the luster of crystalline blood jade.
"Soul enters body, await my decree!"
With a wave of his hand, Kunpeng sent countless pure battle spirits plunging into the clumps of flesh like dumplings.
"Change!"
Using its own form as a model and combining the mysteries of its innate Dao body, Kunpeng began to create this entirely new race.
He discarded the original Asura race's flaws of having ugly men and beautiful women.
All beings born under his care, regardless of gender, possess near-perfect, slender bodies.
Their skin had a pale, jade-like quality, a blend of pale and blood-red. Their eyes were blood-red, yet they showed no madness, only a coldness and rationality like that of ancient ice.
The man was handsome and otherworldly, with a terrifying aura between his brows.
The woman was stunningly beautiful and cold, every gesture of hers exuding a deadly allure.
They are born with the ability to control blood and wield evil energy, and because of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, their physical bodies are incredibly strong, no less than those of ordinary witch clans!
More importantly, the Kunpeng forcibly imprinted the inheritance of three thousand demonic scripts into their true spirits!
"boom-!!!"
The first batch, a total of 129,600 new souls, rose from the sea of blood.
They were naked, yet showed no shame. They simply raised their heads in unison, gazing at the Kunpeng in the sky with fervent reverence and crimson eyes.
"I am Kunpeng, the Demon Ancestor!"
Kunpeng's voice boomed like thunder, proclaiming to heaven and earth: "Today, in the sea of blood, I create a race."
"You were born in a sea of blood, grew up in slaughter, and possess the inheritance of demonic script."
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"They shall become protectors of our Demon Cult, and shall be called the Asura Demon Clan!"