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Demonization also exists within the Celestial Realm, but it is not the kind of "demon" one might think. Chen Yang's situation was immediately apparent to those around him.
Xing Kong and others attributed Chen Yang's condition to the consumption of a large amount of Dark Soul energy, which led to a backlash. However, with their own troubles, Xing Kong and the others had little interest in whether he had truly "fallen into madness."
Previously, Xing Yun could withstand Chen Yang's attacks, but the Chen Yang after his transformation was entirely beyond his capacity to resist.
The Blood River transformed into a vast Blood Sea, eroding everything it touched. A Golden Executioner that came into contact with even a drop of the Blood Sea's water instantly turned into a puddle of blood, becoming part of the Blood Sea without any chance to struggle.
It was already too late to escape; the Blood Sea expanded rapidly, quickly covering the entire battlefield. The only ones spared were those on Zuo Dao's side.
The Airship continuously showered moonlight to resist the encroachment of the Blood Sea. Unfortunately, those in the Dark Realm were not so fortunate. On one side was Abandoning the Pawn to Slaughter the Weak Water, and on the other was the raging Blood Sea.
The rate of casualties had exceeded what Xing Kong and others could bear; helplessly, they could only focus on self-preservation under such circumstances.
Chen Yang radiated an overwhelming aura of ferocity, and the Blood Sea had enveloped all of Fengming Town. Corpses became new nourishment for the Blood Sea, transforming into pure blood energy that surged into Chen Yang's body.
Previously somewhat frail-looking, Chen Yang now appeared incredibly robust. With a massive influx of vital blood energy, he experienced a qualitative leap in every aspect.
His blood-red eyes scanned the crowd, making everyone he focused on feel as if their blood was uncontrollable, almost bursting forth from their bodies.
The brilliance surrounding Xing Kong and others grew dimmer; it wouldn't be long before they were completely consumed by the Blood Sea.
This was no longer a battle fought without bloodshed; it was a trade of blood for blood—only theirs would be exchanged for their ultimate fate.
Zuo Dao stood beneath the Airship, watching Chen Yang's transformation with great interest. Whether he would become a dragon from a worm depended entirely on Chen Yang himself; otherwise, he wouldn't hesitate to strike down another person. Although he had just taken him as a disciple, something so dangerous was ultimately unacceptable to him.
At this moment, within Chen Yang's Sea of Consciousness, his Nascent Soul had been pushed into a corner. The once vast Sea of Consciousness had turned entirely crimson as a large face slowly began to take shape within it.
Chen Yang knew that the moment the Blood Face was fully formed would be his moment of death. At that instant, he felt how insignificant he truly was. The formation of the Blood Face within the Sea of Consciousness was progressing at an agonizingly slow pace.
Only a rough outline had emerged. He knew he still had a chance, a glimmer of hope. Yet, he could never grasp where that sliver of opportunity lay.
The Massacre in the Dark Realm provided countless blood offerings for the Blood Sea, but due to the previous desperate resistance from the Garrison, many in the city managed to escape death, and even more fled.
The Dark Realm could kill, but it dared not slaughter the entire city; that was their bottom line. They could engage in their struggle with the Dark Realm without oversight, but if they killed too many, it would inevitably lead to greater troubles for themselves, unless the Dark Realm was prepared to face the entire Eastern Victory Continent as an enemy.
Most of those who died in the Town were from the Garrison or local Cultivators. The Golden Punishment's targeted slaughter allowed them some breathing room.
After the last corpse was devoured by the Blood Sea, its expansion slowed down. The nearly one thousand Cultivator corpses provided ample blood for the massacre.
Zuo Dao found it strange that the Blood Moon Current Cultivation Method seemed to develop its own consciousness after receiving a substantial amount of blood offerings.
From Chen Yang's eyes, it was evident that he had completely lost consciousness. Controlling Chen Yang's body was an unnamed consciousness; although Zuo Dao had countless cultivation method formulas in his mind, he knew nothing of their origins.
The Blood Moon Current had indeed been an assassin's cultivation method in ancient times, but that assassin ultimately became a foe of the Celestial Realm. The reason lay in this very cultivation method he practiced.
Practicing this cultivation method required vast amounts of blood offerings, which is why this assassin had become one in the first place. Initially, he chose this profession to avoid indiscriminate killing, but over time, under the erosion of the cultivation method, he gradually became addicted to it.
Chen Yang had only just begun practicing when he consumed a massive amount of blood offerings, causing the backlash of the cultivation method to seize control of him in an instant.
At this point, even Zuo Dao could not help him; Chen Yang's consciousness began to fade away as his body instinctively operated the Blood Moon Current. One cycle after another... without Reincarnation circulating within him.
The area occupied by Chen Yang's Nascent Soul grew increasingly smaller. The Blood-Red Giant Face loomed closer to his feet before suddenly stopping. It seemed to sense something; its enormous mouth opened silently in a roar since it had not yet fully formed.
Chen Yang's Nascent Soul distinctly felt this was an opportunity. Although he did not understand why the giant face had halted, he decided to take action; however, he soon realized he could do nothing but wait helplessly for his demise.
The expansion of the Blood Sea had halted, yet a tide of blood surged above it. It craved sustenance, it craved power. However, in the Town, all living beings had vanished; perhaps there were still plenty of prey far away, but it could not move forward.
The few survivors became its new targets. In its simple consciousness, it was thoroughly enraged by these resilient sources of blood.
Xing Yun was the first to be devoured. Previously, he had released Dark Soul, which was then consumed by the Blood Sea, along with a trace of his essence that was refined by it. At that moment, he was akin to a puppet of the Blood Sea. If not for his considerable cultivation, he would have been obliterated at the first opportunity.
Even so, when the Blood Sea turned back, he became its first sacrifice.
Zuo Dao now understood the pros and cons of this Cultivation Method. If there were a large amount of blood, this Cultivation Method could evolve infinitely, even allowing for the possibility of cultivating into a human. Because of this potential, it had become a significant taboo.
Fortunately, he had sensed the strangeness of this Cultivation Method earlier and made modifications. As long as Chen Yang could reclaim his body, the Blood Moon Current would become his own Cultivation Method, eliminating any risk of backlash.
This time, among the four members of the Golden Execution Squad from the Dark Realm, only Xing Kong, Xing E, and Xian Lan survived; effectively, the entire squad had been wiped out. Counting both direct and indirect losses inflicted by Zuo Dao, the Golden Execution Squad had suffered more than a handful of casualties.
This amounted to a loss for the Dark Realm that spanned nearly ten thousand years. How many Golden Punishments were there in the Dark Realm? With this calculation, nearly one-tenth of their strength had fallen into Zuo Dao's hands. This was something the Dark Realm had never anticipated.
To prevent further replenishment to the Blood Sea, Zuo Dao had no choice but to bring Xing Kong and the others into the flow of the Airship.
Once they escaped danger, the three sat down without any semblance of dignity, gasping for breath with traces of fear still lingering in their eyes. Even with Zhao Yanwu nearby, they lacked any inclination to engage.
Yan Sui Fa watched them with predatory intent, ready to strike without uttering a word; however, Zuo Dao lightly waved his hand to halt him.
Zuo Dao held a certain fondness for these assassins. Although the Blood Sea continued to churn outside, causing the Airship to sway unsteadily, Zuo Dao remained unconcerned and looked at the three with interest.
"How about joining me? After all, I've saved your lives," Zuo Dao said with an expression reminiscent of a sinister uncle luring children with an evil smile.
Xing Kong merely stared at him while Xing E completely ignored him; only Xian Lan spoke up while regulating her breath.
"Is Chen Yang's Cultivation Method something you taught?"
"It seems you're the smartest among the three," Zuo Dao said, lacking any enthusiasm in his praise for Xian Lan. "That's right, I found him quite likable and just taught him a few things."
"Then don't you think there's something off about this Cultivation Method?" Xian Lan truly experienced the terror of Zuo Dao. Four squads had been wiped out, all because of this seemingly harmless Cultivator's casual actions.
"Something off?" Zuo Dao chuckled. "What does that have to do with me? I haven't killed anyone. It's merely a matter of moral decay at most."
Zuo Dao's response left Xian Lan stunned. He realized he couldn't find the words to describe this Cultivator before him.
"So it's not off when you guys are assassins?" Zuo Dao glanced outside at the Blood Sea, where several layers of formations had already been destroyed, and the light waterfall appeared somewhat dim. He casually reinforced a few more formations.
Xing E, who had been looking down, finally raised her head to look at Zuo Dao.
"Alright, stop staring at me. I'm not some beautiful flower. You might want to consider this: even though you want to kill her, I can be quite reasonable." Among the three, only Xian Lan caught his interest.
Just by looking into Xian Lan's eyes, he could tell there was a story behind them. More importantly, Xing Kong and Xing E were surrounded by a turbulent aura of resentment, something that only came from having killed countless people.
Xian Lan's exterior was only lightly tinged with such energy; although it was present, Zuo Dao deemed it negligible.
"Why?" Xian Lan wanted to glean something from the other’s eyes.
"Why? Because I want to create my own force and have some fun," Zuo Dao spread his hands. "Don't you think that's entertaining?"
Entertaining!?
The three were left speechless; Zuo Dao was essentially inciting rebellion against their enemies while simultaneously inviting them over, saying he wanted to build a force and that it would be fun.
"Actually, among the three of you, I have the highest hopes for you. I really want you to join us." Zuo Dao's sudden remark stirred different thoughts among the three present.
Xian Lan forced a smile and said, "Now I finally understand why those who came before us failed. With you around, they were unlucky, and taking on this mission feels like we're just signing our own death warrants."
"I am willing to join."
"I am willing to serve under you, my lord."
Before Xian Lan could make a decision, Xing Kong and Xing E had already expressed their intentions.
Seeing this, Xian Lan could only shake his head. One sentence had shattered the alliance of the three. Was it Zuo Dao's cleverness or his cunning?
Perhaps having such a master wouldn't be so bad. He had seen too much in the Dark Realm. The reason he appeared so laid-back there was not just out of helplessness; it was also a form of passive resistance.
"Let's wait until Yoko comes out," Zuo Dao said, waving his hand. "If Yoko can't come out, I'll just chop him up. After all this time with me, he hasn't learned anything."
The first part of his statement was directed at Xing Kong and the others, while the latter part was more of a soliloquy. However, to the ears of the three, it carried an entirely different meaning.
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