Chapter 412 - 252: Total Purge

Chapter 412: Chapter 252: Total Purge

The fleeting sentiment vanished. Li Wen’s consciousness, like the most precise of probes, instantly pierced through the area’s facade.

It locked onto a low-lying shack that seemed ordinary, even more dilapidated than the surrounding structures.

In front of the shack, a stooped, white-haired old man was hunched over.

He was struggling to whittle an old tree root with a chipped, old knife, likely preparing it for firewood.

He had a kindly face, and his wrinkled features even wore the faint, numb smile of someone resigned to their lot in life.

To any observer, he was just a harmless, pitiful old man who had weathered the vicissitudes of life.

However, deep within those seemingly murky eyes, Li Wen used the Insight of the Star Core.

He clearly captured a painstakingly hidden trace of bizarre demonic qi—a remnant from cultivating the Shadow’s vile arts, one that shared the same origin as the Demon Race.

If not for this unique signature, even Li Wen would have struggled to connect this decrepit old man with the infamous Shadow Organization.

To avoid disturbing the innocent people struggling to survive in this abandoned district, Li Wen chose not to tear open space and appear directly before the old man.

His figure materialized silently in a desolate clearing several kilometers away from the abandoned district.

The next moment, an invisible Primordial Spirit force, as vast as a starry sky, swept over the entire abandoned district like the gentlest yet most irresistible tide.

All living beings within the district, whether human or small animal, simultaneously fell into a strange, stagnant state.

It was as if their minds had been paused, their perception of the outside world skillfully shielded and jammed.

For them, time briefly lost all meaning.

Amidst this silent stagnation, Li Wen’s figure appeared like a phantom directly in front of the root-whittling old man, less than a meter away.

The chipped knife in the old man’s hand fell to the ground with a CLANG.

His body stiffened abruptly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in an instant. His heart nearly leaped out of his withered chest.

Extreme terror, like a cold viper, coiled around his entire body in an instant.

He recognized the person before him—Li Wen! The one who had just ascended to the Venerable realm, whose power now shook Blue Star!

Never before had the shadow of death so clearly and coldly gripped his throat.

However, years of instinct from living undercover forced him to suppress the cry of alarm and plea for mercy that almost escaped his lips.

The wrinkles on his face twitched as he tried to plaster on the same look of dazed surprise befitting an "innocent old man."

A choked gasp escaped his throat, the sound of someone utterly terrified.

But Li Wen’s gaze had already seen through all his pretenses and struggles.

There was not a shred of curiosity in that gaze, only a glacial indifference and the finality of judgment.

"No need for the act." Li Wen’s voice was calm and flat, yet it carried the power to freeze the soul.

Before the words had even faded, he struck like lightning.

His right hand seemed to move slowly, but it was imbued with the profound mysteries of spatial laws.

Ignoring the insignificant distance, it landed directly on the old man’s head, which was covered in cold sweat and grime.

Soul Search!

An incomparably domineering Primordial Spirit power, like a raging flood.

It instantly shattered the old man’s fragile sea of consciousness, forcibly flipping through the long, filthy scroll of his memories.

Countless memory fragments flashed rapidly through Li Wen’s mind.

Joining the Shadow Organization, the pain and fanaticism of undergoing demonic blood modification...

The insidiousness of hiding in human cities, secretly passing on intel about the Human Race...

Commanding subordinate Shadow members to ambush and kill Human Race Godfiends...

Conspiring with other Shadow Division leaders to plot the destruction of the Human Race’s fortress defense nodes...

Scene after scene of betrayal, slaughter, and collusion with the Demon Race—sins like the filthiest sludge—churned up from the depths of his memory.

Especially the faces of his own people, whom they had personally butchered, wailing in despair—faces clearly branded onto every blood-soaked memory.

As he saw more, a cold glint suddenly shot out from Li Wen’s deep, star-like eyes, as tangible as an icicle.

The killing intent in his chest could no longer be suppressed, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"So you die."

The cold words were like a death sentence.

True Force erupted from the palm resting on his head.

There was no earth-shattering bang, no gory scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The stooped body, along with his tattered clothes, was like a speck of dust thrown into the core of the sun.

Within a thousandth of a second, it silently disintegrated into the finest particles of ash.

It dissipated completely into the air, as if it had never existed.

In its place, only a simple, dark-colored Storage Ring remained, which Li Wen casually drew into his hand.

Putting the ring away, the coldness in Li Wen’s eyes had yet to fade.

The Soul Search just now had given him the general locations of the Shadow Organization’s other core members, as well as the coordinates of several important contact points.

Space, like a fragile piece of cloth, was easily torn by him.

He stepped through, and his figure vanished.

The next moment, he appeared hundreds of miles away, high above a barren, craggy mountain range.

The Spiritual Qi here was thin and life was absent—a perfect place to hide filth.

Through his Primordial Spirit’s senses, Li Wen perceived that this seemingly dead, barren mountain had long been hollowed out deep underground.

It had been built into a massive complex of underground palaces.

At this moment, hundreds of Shadow Organization members, each wreathed in varying amounts of the same demonic qi as the old man, were hidden inside.

They were either cultivating their vile arts, processing plundered goods, or transmitting sinful messages, completely unaware that Death itself now loomed above them.

Below were all traitors who had forsaken their Human Race bloodline. They more than deserved to die.

Li Wen’s eyes were indifferent. He had no interest in going down to mop them up.

His Primordial Spirit power, as vast as a Star Sea, boomed outwards, instantly blanketing the underground palace complex and the subterranean space for dozens of miles in every direction.

A crushing pressure descended!

It was not a blast of aura, but a spiritual crush, pure to the extreme and imbued with the will of destruction.

Like an invisible sledgehammer, it struck with precision at the very core of each targeted soul.

Silently.

Inside the underground palace, the Shadow Organization members who had been talking, cultivating, or busying themselves all froze in unison.

The light in their eyes instantly extinguished, and the aura of their life vanished with a *poof*, like a snuffed-out candle flame.

Regardless of whether they were new recruits to the Shadow Organization or formidable minor leaders.

Faced with such an absolute gap in realm, they couldn’t even muster a single thought of resistance.

Their souls scattered as their bodies slumped to the ground, becoming empty husks.

Crushed along with them were several members of the Demon Race hiding deep underground nearby. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Li Wen’s figure vanished again, reappearing at the next coordinate point.

Tearing space, descending, blanketing with his Primordial Spirit, annihilating with pressure...

Like the most precise and efficient machine of destruction, Li Wen’s figure continuously flickered across Blue Star.

Every ripple in space marked the complete annihilation of another Shadow Organization stronghold or a hidden den of the Demon Race.

His movements were as fast as lightning, yet carried a suffocating coldness and resolve.

Time flew by amidst his spatial jumps.

When Li Wen’s figure stepped out of the void for the last time, a bright, clear moon was already hanging high in the deep night sky.

The cool moonlight spilled across the land, draping the weary Blue Star in a tranquil, silver veil.

A cool night breeze swept across the open fields.

Li Wen hovered in the void, looking down at the moon-drenched earth below.

His Primordial Spirit sense, like the most precise radar, once again swept over every corner of Blue Star.

Deep underground, not a single trace of an aura belonging to the Demon Race or the Shadow Organization remained.

Beneath Blue Star’s surface, the Demon Race and the Shadow traitors had all... been executed.

Tonight was the night of the full moon, a night when the bright moon, a symbol of reunion, hung high.

Tonight was also the day the scourge of the Demon Race and the sorrow of betrayal on Blue Star came to a complete end!

With a flicker of thought, Li Wen sent a short, clear message to Venerable Ye Qin:

[Senior Brother Ye, the Demon Race and Shadow traitors underground on Blue Star have all been purged. Wujing Demon Saint has been executed.]

After sending the message, he didn’t linger.

He raised his hand and made a gentle swipe at the space before him.

A stable, deep spatial rift opened silently.

On the other side of the rift, the familiar city lights and the warm aura of home were faintly visible.

Li Wen stepped through.

The spatial rift closed silently behind him.

Beneath the bright moon, inside a small building in Changning City that held the warmth of family, the lights were soft.

In the living room, his parents, Li Hong and Wang Juan, were sitting on the sofa, a program playing on the television in front of them.

But their gazes would drift to the door from time to time, carrying an imperceptible trace of anticipation and concern.

A faint, almost imperceptible ripple in space gently stirred the air.

Li Wen’s figure had already appeared silently in the entryway.

The cold, grim lines on his face melted away the moment he stepped through the door.

In their place was the peace and warmth of returning to a safe harbor, all burdens cast aside.

"Dad, Mom, I’m home."

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...

The aroma of dinner filled the warm living room.

Wang Juan placed the last steaming home-cooked dish on the table, looking at her husband and son, who were enjoying a blissful time together.

Her eyes and brow were filled with a contented smile, as if all her previous worries and waiting had melted into this moment of peace.

"Ah Wen, try this. Mom knows you’re busy, so I specially made it the way you liked it as a kid."

Wang Juan placed a large serving of food into Li Wen’s bowl with her chopsticks, her gaze filled with a deep, unwavering affection.

"Mm, it’s delicious. Nothing beats home cooking." Li Wen smiled as he accepted it and took a bite.

The familiar taste allowed his tense nerves, which had been stretched taut for so long, to finally relax completely.

Li Hong sat across from him, his face relaxed in a broad smile. He raised a small cup of treasured fine wine:

"Ah Wen, Dad knows you’ve accomplished something great. Dad... is so proud of you!"

He was just an ordinary father, but his son was now a pillar holding up the sky for the entire Human Race.

Li Wen also raised his glass and gently clinked it against his father’s.

"Dad, Mom, I’m sorry for making you worry. From now on, everything will be all right."

His tone was calm, yet it contained a power that could soothe any heart.

At the dinner table, there was no talk of thrilling battles, no mention of profound and obscure theories.

There was only idle family chat and talk about the saltiness of the food, as if the world-shaking changes outside had nothing to do with this little home.

Only this utterly ordinary warmth was the safe harbor Li Wen craved most on his endless journey.

Outside the window, the night was serene. The moonlight, like water, enveloped the city that had just undergone a drastic change and was about to be reborn.