Chapter 63 ·Demon Blade Sect, The Time Is Approaching!

The ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍headquarters of the Demon Blade Sect was located in a miasmic land within the Eastern Continent.

All ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍year round, it was shrouded in gray-black baleful clouds.

The ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍architectural style of its mountain gate was ferocious and grotesque.

Most ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍structures were forged from ghastly white bones and pitch-black profound iron.

From ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the eaves hung wind-dried human-faced lanterns, swaying in the night wind like mournful cries.

At ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍this moment, deep within the Sect Master’s palace,

several figures stood silently like ghosts.

All wore black robes embroidered with blood-colored demonic patterns.

They were the core elders of the Demon Blade Sect.

The blood on each of their hands was enough to stain rivers red.

At the head of the hall, upon a wide seat pieced together from the skulls of human cultivators, sat one man.

His figure was not tall, even somewhat thin.

But the baleful aura surrounding him had almost condensed into substance, faintly forming behind him the phantom of a ferocious demonic blade entwined with wailing souls.

He was the current Sect Master of the Demon Blade Sect—Wan Tuxiao.

At the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, he was the most talented demonic cultivator the Demon Blade Sect had seen in nearly a thousand years.

And also the undisputed strongest within the sect.

Below him were two Nascent Soul late-stage ancestors serving as Supreme Elders.

“Sect Master.”

An elder with a hooked nose standing at the front spoke first.

“On the Azure Wave Sect’s side, the seeds have nearly all been planted.”

“Several peak masters and elders of the Azure Wave Sect whom we have secretly controlled with the Bewitching Heart Demon Seeds have been acting cautiously. However, recent reports indicate that those two… seem to have noticed a trace of something unusual.”

The “two” he referred to were naturally the pillars of the Azure Wave Sect—the two Nascent Soul late-stage Supreme Elders.

True Person Qingxu and True Person Xuanyun.

These two had presided over the Azure Wave Sect for over five hundred years. Their cultivation was profound, their experience seasoned—they were by no means easy opponents.

Another elder, whose complexion was bluish-purple like a corpse, Tu Wanren, took over:

“Sect Master, the time is approaching! We cannot wait any longer!”

“We have planned for nearly a hundred years and spent countless resources—was it not all for today?”

“That Azure Wave Sect occupies multiple top-grade spiritual veins, especially that complete mortal world… tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes one’s heart surge!”

At the mention of the mortal world, the eyes of several elders in the hall flashed simultaneously with greed and desire.

For righteous cultivators, protecting mortals and guiding them toward virtuous cultivation was merit.

But for the demonic path—especially a sect like the Demon Blade Sect, skilled in blood sacrifices, soul refinement, and puppet crafting—

a flourishing mortal world, undisturbed and teeming with life, was simply an inexhaustible, renewable supreme resource mine!

In the Spirit Realm, the life of demonic cultivators was not easy.

The territories of major righteous sects intertwined, with strict supervision.

Let alone conducting a blood sacrifice of an entire city—even secretly abducting dozens of mortals in a remote village to refine techniques

could attract investigation from patrolling disciples.

At best, they would have their legs broken and be driven away.

At worst, they would be eliminated as demons, dying with both body and Dao extinguished.

Regulations such as “a Golden Core cultivator must be stationed in every city of ten thousand” or “even barren mountains within a thousand miles are patrolled by flying shuttles”—

were enough to make demonic cultivators feel suffocated with frustration.

How could it compare to the mortal world?

Vast lands, numerous dynasties, and a population in the billions.

And due to the rigid rule of righteous sects not interfering in mortal affairs, it was practically undefended.

Unfortunately, the Demon Blade Sect had never had the fortune to enjoy such a blessed land.

But now, facing the Azure Wave Sect, not only could they seize this coveted mortal foundation, they could also wash away generations of deep-seated hatred!

New grudges (resources) and old hatred (blood feud) combined,

elevating this scheme beyond mere gain.

As long as they completely controlled that mortal world, the Demon Blade Sect would gain a stable source of materials.

Human skin could be made into talismans or refined into banners.

Human blood could feed demons or be used in cultivation.

Living souls were even better—perfect for refining demonic entities and nourishing magical treasures!

Even better, mortals reproduced rapidly. With minimal management and the bare minimum of survival conditions, they could grow like crops in a field, batch after batch.

At that time, harvesting once every few decades would ensure a steady and endless supply…

At the thought of this, many Demon Blade Sect elders could hardly wait to completely replace the Azure Wave Sect.

After all, demonic cultivators also needed to “eat”—or rather, cultivate!

Without sufficient resources, their techniques could not advance, their magical treasures could not improve, and they could not even maintain their footing within the brutal, survival-of-the-fittest demonic path.

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