Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

However, such perils are even more terrifying. If one is not careful, they could have their spirit twisted, turning into either an imbecile or a homicidal maniac.

This explains why the leaders of the Vast Sea Demon Sect over the generations have each had abnormal mental states, vastly different from ordinary people, and are bloodthirsty by nature.

Perhaps they are all influenced by the Seven Kills Stele.

After all, cultivating under this stele for years may seem like it hones one’s mental state, but in reality, the bloody characters on the stele silently affect a cultivator’s origin, making deviant behavior quite normal.

The Vast Sea Demon Sect is not entirely without talent. Since Zheng Yi could think of this, they surely can too.

Yet, the stele is of immeasurable value, and the line of blood-colored characters upon it was written by ancient great powers. Though just a line of scrawled writing, it is far more precious than any magical treasure.

Even knowing the dangers within, abandoning it may not be so easy.

As the bloody horseman plunging into Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness was annihilated, Zheng Yi continued forward without pause.

Soon, he reached the entrance, and could even hear sounds from within, resembling clashing metal, yet also like fog colliding.

The piercing clash echoed out from within, but Zheng Yi knew those weren’t sounds heard by his real ears; rather, they were influences affecting the mental plane.

Whoosh!

Just as Zheng Yi took a deep breath and stepped forward once more, an immensely terrifying killing intent bore down upon him.

In an instant, Zheng Yi felt as if countless invisible blades had pierced through space to pummel his body, the sensation of scraping flesh nearly unbearable.

For a moment, it was as though innumerable steel knives sliced open his skin, stabbed into his flesh, and piece by piece extracted the blood and meat from his bones and tendons.

The boundless killing intent even penetrated into his sea of consciousness, constantly morphing into ferocious beasts and sharp blades, rampaging and striving to completely destroy Zheng Yi’s soul ocean.

Within Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness, massive divine soul power formed layers of fortified defensive walls, while a variety of countermeasures were coalescing.

The Celestial Demon Relic sat at the center, quivering and spinning rapidly; waves of invisible Celestial Demon Mysterious Power eventually transformed into a giant dragon soaring into the heavens, absorbing, eradicating, and destroying the killing intent flooding into the sea of consciousness.

Moments later, his entire being felt instantly lighter.

As Zheng Yi withstood that terrifying killing intent and took ten steps forward, the overwhelmingly strong murderous will reached its zenith.

The Seven Treasures Marvelous Tree rose slowly, its infinite green vines unfurling behind Zheng Yi.

A black, void-like Celestial Demon Relic, enveloped in an aura of chaos, floated above his crown.

All the killing intent was repelled by an invisible force, forming a surging tide of power around his body.

Unfazed, Zheng Yi stepped directly into the domain of murder, his gaze lifting to focus on the center, on a stone stele inscribed with bloody characters.

It was an ordinary stone stele covered in blood-red characters, its surface marred with mottled traces of quarrying, its edges irregular, just a mundane large rock. But the stele’s surface was shrouded in layers of bloody aura, a single line of scrawled characters written upon it.

Like a ghost talisman, it was apparent that they were inscribed carelessly, twisting and turning like wild grass, hasty and distorted.

Yet the overall outline of the characters could still be discerned.

Watching the stele, Zheng Yi, influenced by the terror of the characters, involuntarily read them out one word at a time.

Heaven gives birth to all things to nurture humans, but humans have nothing to repay Heaven.

Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill!

Seven ’Kill’ characters, shocking and striking.

The outermost layer of blood seemed not yet fully coagulated, with viscous droplets still falling.

On the stele’s face, the seven ’Kill’ characters of varying sizes released an overwhelming resentful energy and boundless killing intent, as if raging against the injustices of the Heavenly Dao, or desiring to annihilate everything.

Zheng Yi noticed on the inner walls of the building, the altar was marked with various different traces, each exuding an intimidating primal killing intent.

These traces were much weaker and younger than the Seven Kills Stele, likely inscribed by later individuals driven mad by its influence, bearing no rhyme or reason, only pure intention.

Boom!

Staring at the "Seven Kills Stele" for just an instant, a fiercely intense primal killing power surged directly into Zheng Yi’s mind. Instantly, seven ’Kill’ characters of differing size and shape transformed into seven blood-colored silhouettes, each wielding a different weapon, standing in the sea of consciousness.

Boom Boom!

In that moment, above Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness, the terrifying blood-red hue swiftly dyed the sky into a horrific slaughter red, the intense crimson transforming into surging mist, covering the soul sky.

Wave-like impacts of murderous intent collided, with intense spiritual twisting forces crashing against the four walls of his sea of consciousness. Terrifying killing intent formed massive divine demon weapons suspended in the void, their sharp points instilling terror, as if they intended to obliterate this space entirely.

It must be said, the Seven Kills Rune Technique brought by the Seven Kills Stele was indeed terrifying, as the seven deadly intents instantly exploded with immensely powerful primal strength upon striking Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness.

Seven blood-colored silhouettes, representing seven distinctly different but equally fearsome primal powers, unleashed themselves entirely within Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness in an instant.

Zheng Yi didn’t know the origins of these ’Seven Kills Runes,’ but felt immense pressure emanating from the blood-colored silhouettes.

Almost tangible intentions of murder, like a storm, depressed from the sky, erupting in a rushing wind, seeking to blanket the entire sea of consciousness.

Clearly, the seven ’Kill’ characters symbolized the stele’s core origin, reacting to external stimuli, their strength proportional to the power of the outside influence, intent on completely dismantling the intruder’s mental willpower.

Such terrifying tidal-like strength engulfed him, causing Zheng Yi to feel a burst of shock.

Boom Boom!

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thought Celestial Strike Technique fully activated, and the Celestial Demon Relic trembled violently as if challenged in stature.

In Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness, a ferocious dragon head emerged from the dark clouds, its menacing horns piercing the sky, its scales and claws chilling, exuding immense authority. Its eyes, like black suns, radiated suffocating majesty with a mysterious air, diving headlong to meet the Seven Kills Blood Shadow, unleashing boundless aura.

In close pursuit, several flood dragons trailed behind, their serpentine bodies rippling with domineering and overpowering aura, similarly emboldened with layer upon layer of spiritual power, facing the Seven Kills Blood Shadow.

A ferocious clash arose, stirring monstrous waves in Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness. The previously calm, mirror-like soul lake water boiled, echoing great waves a thousand feet high, raging against the skies, lashing at the surrounding space.

It can only be said, these Seven Kills Blood Shadows were overwhelmingly dreadful, leaving no clue who left such fearsome primal killing intent. Even the Celestial Demon Relic considered it intolerable, operating at full force, manifesting several flood dragons in Zheng Yi’s sea of consciousness to clash with the seven great killing intents, their resultant shockwaves sweeping across the entire soul sky.

The spiritual domain collision seemed to last an interminable time, depleting Zheng Yi to the point where his brain felt like mush, nearly exhausting his spirit.

The terrifying force’s collision generated shockwaves that battered the surrounding dark space, causing the boundaries of the already stable brain realm to expand outward further.

Yet, ultimately, this was Zheng Yi’s home ground, with the Celestial Demon Relic holding its position at the core, innumerable layers of divine soul forming a foundation with the flood dragon’s shadows, consuming every fraction of external intrusive twisted spiritual thoughts.