[Mortals Feed the Gods, Lies Are the Way! While Cultivators Worship the Heavenly Dao, He Reaps Gods and Demons in the Abyss]
On the altar of Swordcasting Manor, the severed limbs of three hundred cultivators formed a sacrificial array. As Lin Changqing was shoved into its center, a wet swallowing sound came from beneath the earth.
The instant his blood hit the ground, a hundred thousand compound eyes opened across the entire mountain range.
“Vile mortal, you think yourself worthy of feeding me?” The Old One’s mocking laughter shattered the spiritual palaces of the Nascent Soul elders.
But Lin Changqing bit his tongue and mingled a lie with the divine blood. “No, you should be offering your tentacles to me.”
The abyss boiled. From that moment on, he embarked on a perilous path that defied the Heavenly Dao:
Refining the shattered remains of the Three Pure Ones into bait for demons,
Using the love curse of a Yaochi immortal maiden to bind the spawn of Cthulhu,
And turning the curses of the gods and Buddhas across the heavens into fuel for his advancement!
When the Nine Heavens’ tribulation lightning came crashing down, carrying the Heavenly Dao’s killing intent, he tore open his chest to reveal a beating heart infested with the life cores of countless evil gods.
“Hush. Keep your battles inside me down, everyone. Don’t wake the one who sleeps... the Lord of the Gate.”
“You used me as a furnace to raise your evil creatures?” Lin Changqing crushed the skull of the Three Pure Ones. Behind him, billions of tentacles tore open the sky. “Open your eyes and look carefully. The entire abyss is now my spirit-farming pond!”
Is it okay and comfortable?