I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 29
Chapter 29: Battle Against the Evil God
Sun Qing’s prayer, sharp as a needle, pierced the deathly silence of Willow Wind Manor’s night sky.
He raised the throbbing Flesh and Blood Eyeball high above his head.
The fervor in his voice cut through the crimson sky, reaching some imperceptible dimension.
In the next instant, the sky split open.
A gaping rift was forcibly torn into existence.
Unlike the smooth edges of spatial rifts, the rift’s perimeter writhed with pulsating, intertwined flesh and blood.
Countless pale arms reached out from the rift, only to be instantly crushed into bloody pulp. Fleeting, agonized faces flickered within the rift, emitting silent screams.
An ancient, chaotic, and defiled aura poured forth from the rift.
This aura was utterly different from Fang Zheng’s Demonic Energy.
Fang Zheng’s Demonic Energy was pure destruction.
This aura, however, was pure chaos—the primordial distortion of life itself.
“Ah—!”
On the plaza, the surviving Hundred Herbs Valley disciples couldn’t even utter half a scream.
Their bodies simultaneously exploded without warning.
Flesh, blood, and bone transformed into crimson streaks that surged skyward, devoured greedily by the rift.
In a single breath, except for Sun Qing, who served as the focal point, no living soul remained in Hundred Herbs Valley.
Sun Qing himself aged rapidly.
His hair fell out, corpse spots bloomed on his skin, his spine twisted, and his entire being was drained of its vital energy and spirit.
Yet a sickly, manic glee twisted his face.
“Haha… It’s here… The Ancient God… descends…!”
He cackled wildly, watching as a colossal entity squeezed bit by bit through the gaping wound of flesh and blood.
It was an eye.
An impossibly massive eyeball.
Its main body was composed of countless writhing arms and limbs. Myriad pained human faces were sewn onto the eyeball’s surface, their gaping mouths forming concentric circles of grotesque patterns.
At the center of the eyeball lay a massive, murky, dark red pupil, reflecting endless madness.
It rotated, its gaze sweeping across the desolate wasteland.
Finally, its gaze locked onto the sole standing figure in the arena.
Fang Zheng didn’t move.
He stood motionless, feeling the primal, instinctual revulsion wash over him—like the collision of ice and fire.
The pitch-black armor formed by his Human Emperor’s Hell-Suppressing Body automatically erupted in blinding light.
Demonic runes blazed to life, emitting a deep, resonant hum, as if challenging the invader.
At that very moment, the System’s cold, divine voice, more urgent than ever before, exploded in his mind:
Warning! Warning! High-dimensional parasitic entity detected—a False God-level being!
This entity is stealing the faith of this world’s living beings, usurping the authority of Heaven and Earth, and corrupting the very foundations of its laws!
Warning! This entity has locked onto the Host and designated you as its highest-priority elimination target!
A series of crimson warnings flashed frantically across the System panel.
Immediately afterward, the mission panel automatically refreshed.
Epic Chain Mission: The Human Emperor’s Expedition has been updated!
Mission Third Ring (Highest Priority): Deity Purification!
Mission Description: The deity worshipped by Hundred Herbs Valley, the source of all evil, has been identified as the ancient aberration known as the ‘Mother of Flesh and Blood.’ This False God feeds on flesh and thrives on fear, using deception and manipulation to induce mortals into performing wicked sacrifices and stealing their Faith Power. Its very existence is the greatest blasphemy against the Human Emperor’s Guardian Dao!
Mission Objectives: Use thunderous methods to completely erase the False God ‘Mother of Flesh and Blood’s traces from this world, purify the corrupted lands, and liberate the souls of all enslaved and deceived worshippers!
Mission Rewards: ???
Mission Failure Penalty: The Human Emperor Banner shatters, your Dao Heart is tainted by the False God, and you become its new Flesh and Blood Puppet.
The System’s explanation struck through the fog like a bolt of lightning.
A False God!
Stealing faith!
Deceiving believers!
So that’s how it is.
Fang Zheng shifted his gaze from the massive eyeball in the sky to Sun Qing, who stood nearby, his life force flickering like a dying lamp.
He stared at the fanatical grin plastered across Sun Qing’s face.
The towering murderous intent that had ignited within Fang Zheng, fueled by the atrocities of Hundred Herbs Valley, instantly extinguished.
Replaced by an indescribable heaviness.
How pitiful.
The entire Hundred Herbs Valley, from disciples to Elders, wasn’t inherently evil.
They were merely pitiful creatures, deceived by the False God known as the “Mother of Flesh and Blood.”
They believed they were pursuing the Great Dao, but in reality, they were simply providing sustenance for a locust that had parasitized the heavens and earth.
They cultivated Medicinal Fields, refined Human Pills, and committed countless sins, all bewitched by the Divine Power of this False God, their true selves long since lost.
Even Sun Qing’s final prayer wasn’t a plea for vengeance, but a desperate cry to the “Deity” he worshiped, after being driven to the brink.
And just moments ago, Fang Zheng had shattered the Formation guarding their Sect…
The crushing weight of this truth left Fang Zheng gasping for breath.
Too late.
If he had discovered the truth sooner, perhaps he could have saved them from the abyss of deception.
Now, nothing could be done.
The only remaining remedy…
Fang Zheng raised his head, his gaze locking once more on the massive Flesh and Blood Eyeball in the sky.
The only way to atone is to personally sever this root of evil.
Purify this False God!
Then, with the most devout rituals, “absolve” the pitiful souls of Hundred Herbs Valley, freeing them from the False God’s spiritual shackles and granting them true liberation.
A sense of mission, a burning conviction to “Break Evil and Reveal Righteousness,” surged through Fang Zheng’s heart.
As if sensing Fang Zheng’s soaring battle intent, the colossal pupil of the Flesh and Blood Ancient God in the sky abruptly contracted.
An invisible spiritual shockwave erupted!
This shockwave bypassed the physical body, aiming to annihilate only the Divine Soul!
It carried the agony and madness of billions of devoured lives, enough to instantly shatter the Divine Souls of any cultivator below the Void Return Realm, driving them mad.
Its target: Fang Zheng, the one with the purest Demonic Energy and the greatest threat to it!
Sun Qing, witnessing this, burst into maniacal laughter.
“Die! Die! Be crushed into bloody pulp by the Ancient God’s Divine Might!”
Yet Fang Zheng remained unmoved.
Facing this soul-shattering spiritual assault, he slowly raised the Human Emperor Banner in his hand.
“Guardian,” he whispered.
ROAR—!
From within the Human Emperor Banner, thousands of Martial Spirits—the souls of villagers he had “saved”—sensed their Master’s call.
They surged forth from the banner in a torrent as black as ink, roaring like a thunderous flood!
In Fang Zheng’s eyes, these Martial Spirits wore expressions of sacred fury, their bodies ablaze with golden flames of guardianship, forming an unbreakable wall of protection.
But to the outside world,
it was a Myriad-Ghost Torrent—thousands of vengeful spirits coalescing into a colossal, world-devouring Ghost Tide!
BOOM—!
The invisible Divine Soul shock collided fiercely with the tangible Myriad-Ghost Torrent in mid-air.
There was no sound.
At the point where the Ghost Tide met the chaotic will, space itself warped and distorted.
The foremost “Martial Spirits,” upon contacting the Flesh and Blood Divine Power, their “Guardian Golden Light” began to crackle and hiss, rapidly corroding and dissolving!
One by one, the “Martial Spirits” let out silent, agonizing shrieks as their forms dimmed and faded.
In Fang Zheng’s mind, the sacred “hymns of praise” faltered for the first time, devolving into ear-piercing static.
The telepathic connection between him and the Human Emperor Banner transmitted, for the first time, sensations of “pain” and “fear.”
The protective power he had always prided himself on was being directly suppressed for the first time.
The冲击—a tidal wave of疯狂意志 from billions of living beings—pierced the Ghost Tide’s defenses and crashed brutally into Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng grunted.
Uncontrollably, he staggered back half a step.