Chapter 454

The Rakshasa ghost began a frenzied massacre in the village, scarlet blood dyed the entire land red, and agonizing screams echoed into the clouds.

In the village, a young couple held their child tightly, hiding in a dilapidated wooden cabin, their faces were written with terror and despair, but their eyes revealed deep love for their child.

"Don’t be afraid, child, mother and father will protect you." The mother comforted the child with a trembling voice, her hands tightly clasping his small hands, as if trying to transfer all her strength to him.

The vicious spirit’s roars were drawing closer, its angry bellows shook the entire village, making people shudder with fear, the cabin door began to shake violently, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.

"No, we cannot just sit here and wait for death!" The father stood up, gripping a wooden stick tightly, ready for a desperate struggle.

The mother hugged the child, a resolute light flashing in her eyes.

The vicious spirit broke through the door, its silhouette appeared tall and horrifying under the moonlight, its eyes held only slaughter and madness, devoid of any reason or emotion.

"Ah!" The father let out a despairing cry, swinging the stick to stop the vicious spirit’s advance.

But before the vicious spirit, the wooden stick was easily shredded like fragile paper.

The mother shielded the child tightly, trembling incessantly under the attacks, she used all her strength to block that fatal blow for her child.

"Mother... Father..." the child cried in terror, his voice powerless and fragile in the dark night.

The vicious spirit showed no pity, its attacks became even more ferocious.

The parents gradually fell under the onslaught, but they still protected their child tightly, using their own lives to buy him one last glimmer of hope.

In the instant the child was about to be killed by the Rakshasa ghost, a crack opened in the cabin roof, dazzling light poured down.

A group of cultivators in Daoist robes, holding spiritual artifacts, appeared out of thin air, their arrival seemed to bring a ray of life to this despairing village.

"Evil spawn! Cease your rampant insolence!" The leading elder had white hair and white beard, his voice booming like a giant bell, he waved his spiritual artifact, and a streak of golden light shot at the Rakshasa ghost.

The Rakshasa ghost roared, its figure vanished instantly, reappearing having already evaded the golden light, crazed light flickered in its eyes, as if furious at these uninvited guests.

The cultivators unleashed spells one after another, engaging the Rakshasa ghost in fierce battle, flames shot skyward above the village, the radiance of techniques intertwined with the Rakshasa’s roars, forming a soul-stirring scene.

But the Rakshasa ghost’s strength was no longer what it had been, along its path, it had slaughtered unknown numbers of villages, causing its power to skyrocket, its movements were bizarre, attacks swift and fierce, every strike forced the cultivators into peril, even more terrifying, it seemed able to absorb surrounding resentment and anger, continuously bolstering its own strength.

Although the cultivators initially held the upper hand, they gradually felt inadequate.

The Rakshasa’s attacks grew more ferocious, and casualties among the cultivators grew heavier.

"This Rakshasa ghost has already evolved to such a level, I’m afraid we are not its match!" a young cultivator said in terror.

"We cannot give up! We must protect this child!" the leading elder said resolutely, he knew deeply that this mission was of grave importance, if the Rakshasa ghost continued its rampage, the entire cultivation world would face a massive threat.

Right then, the Rakshasa ghost let out a deafening roar, its figure instantly swelled to several times its size, its body radiating a black aura, as if intending to devour the whole village.

The cultivators were dumbfounded, they hastily unleashed their most powerful techniques, but it was to no avail.

The Rakshasa’s attacks were as violent as a torrential storm, and the cultivators fell one after another.

When the last cultivator collapsed in a pool of blood, the entire village had been reduced to ruins, the Rakshasa ghost’s strength and cruelty left everyone in despair, that village, once full of vitality and hope, forever vanished into the long river of history.

No, there was still one hope left, that young child was teleported to a safe place by the leading old Daoist using a secret technique at the very last moment, but the old Daoist himself died under the Rakshasa ghost’s sharp claws.

Adam fell silent, it was this kind of plotline again.

Just which Saint was the master of this starlight?

From what he had seen so far, there was no one here capable of becoming a Saint, he had only witnessed the cruelty of reality, moreover, there was no precedent of a Rakshasa ghost becoming a Saint.

Could it be that child who was just rescued? But if so, then the experience within this starlight was far too complete, to actually recount memories from such a distant point in the past.

Just as Adam felt puzzled, the scene began to shift again.

That rescued child, named Roland, was picked up by an old rogue cultivator wandering the world, seeing the unyielding light flickering in Roland’s eyes, the old man felt his heart stir, he decided to take him as his disciple and impart the Dao of cultivation to him.

From then on, Roland embarked on the arduous path of cultivation, he practiced ceaselessly day and night, cultivating like a madman, he had only one goal in his heart.

To find the Rakshasa ghost and avenge his parents.

He endured loneliness and pain, turning his hatred into motivation to continuously break through his own limits, he didn’t dare rest for a single moment, nor pause, terrified that he would not be able to catch up to that ghost.

Time flew by like a shuttle, Roland grew from a child into a white-haired elder.

His cultivation had reached an astonishing realm, enough to contend with the Rakshasa ghost, he searched everywhere for its traces, experiencing untold hardships, and finally found it by a stroke of chance.

However, the moment Roland saw the Rakshasa ghost, he was shocked.

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