I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 30
Chapter 30: The Human Emperor’s Will
A sudden pressure crushed Fang Zheng’s chest, forcing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.
This wasn’t an external injury, but an internal devouring.
A vile, chaotic force had slammed into Fang Zheng’s Sea of Consciousness.
That force carried the maddening frenzy and sickening stench of billions of living beings being chewed alive, as if someone had poured a bucket of scalding oil directly onto his soul.
Pain! Unbearable pain!
But the torment wasn’t over yet.
Pfft.
A soft pop exploded in his mind.
Fang Zheng’s body convulsed uncontrollably, as if an invisible ice spike had pierced his heart.
The Old Village Chief’s aura… vanished.
Through the Human Emperor Banner, Fang Zheng could clearly “sense” every Martial Spirit he had saved. They were part of his vast Great Righteous Qi, the cornerstone of his Guardian power.
But now, the strongest cornerstone had shattered.
The golden point of light representing the Old Village Chief had been brutally crushed into a stinking puddle of sludge by the foul Divine Power emanating from the colossal eyeball in the sky.
Then came a second, a third, a tenth…
The villagers of Black Wind Village, their faces etched with simple, genuine smiles, transformed into golden motes in his perception, only to be swiftly corroded and devoured by that vile power.
They screamed silently.
The solemn, sacred hymn, “Hymn to the Protector of the People,” shattered completely in his mind.
Its melody twisted, its rhythm disintegrated, transforming into a deafening storm of noise—a cacophony of “Guardian,” “Great One, save me!”
Each corrupted syllable represented the complete annihilation of a Martial Spirit.
They were gone.
Their souls scattered like ashes in the wind, even the right to exist as Resentful Souls stripped away.
“Ugh…”
A stifled groan of agony forced its way from Fang Zheng’s throat. His hands, gripping the flagpole, were knotted with bulging veins. Driven by sheer force, his fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.
Yet Fang Zheng felt nothing.
The world before him was draining of color, leaving only the colossal eyeball composed of flesh and blood looming in the sky, its crimson hue burning with blinding intensity.
Guardian?
Is this what my so-called guardianship amounts to?
Watching them die for me? Again?
No.
It wasn’t enough!
His current power was far from sufficient!
This thief, who perches in the heavens, devouring lives like snacks and feeding on faith like nourishment, is utterly unworthy of being called a “god”!
To deal with such a thief, merely blocking him is useless!
We must settle accounts!
We must extract every last thing he has stolen and devoured from his filthy gut, returning it all to this world without a single scrap missing!
This is not destruction.
This is judgment!
In the name of protection, we will unleash the most ruthless reckoning under heaven and earth!
Detected: Host’s Guardian Heart has been wounded. The ‘Break Evil and Reveal Righteousness’ Will has surged to its critical point.
Initiating Ultimate Endgame Protocol…
Protocol Generated: Sacrifice all Martial Spirits within the Human Emperor Banner. With the supreme will to protect, summon the Human Emperor’s Will of Judgment!
Warning: This is an irreversible process. The Martial Spirits will be consumed as fuel, completely burned away!
In Fang Zheng’s eyes, the last vestige of human emotion faded away.
No trace remained of pity or rage—only the absolute, icy detachment of a sovereign gazing down upon a condemned prisoner.
He slowly raised the Human Emperor Banner in his hand.
In the distance, Sun Qing’s taunting laughter and triumphant glee froze mid-air.
His smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling premonition.
Pfft—!
Fang Zheng reversed the pitch-black banner staff and, without hesitation, plunged it brutally into his own heart.
Blood gushed down the staff in a torrent.
But this blood was no ordinary red. It shimmered with a sacred golden aura, as if it were not mere blood, but purified Great Righteous Qi flowing forth.
“With my blood as the tinder, and the wills of myriad spirits as fuel…”
For the first time, Fang Zheng’s voice turned hoarse and deep, taking on a metallic rasp.
“…Ignite!”
One word.
The entire Human Emperor Banner erupted in a roaring inferno!
Within the flames, the surviving thousands of Martial Spirits unleashed their final, simultaneous roar.
Then, they no longer wailed or begged for salvation. With unwavering resolve, they transformed into streams of golden fire, voluntarily merging with Fang Zheng’s heartblood!
In an instant:
The world died.
The wind stilled.
All sound vanished completely.
The chaotic energy pouring from the rift in the sky instantly solidified into a mass of foul, amber-like amber.
Nearby, Sun Qing, who had just coughed up a mouthful of blood from the backlash, watched in disbelief as the blood mist froze mid-air before him. Each crimson droplet hung motionless, like countless grains of red sand.
The entire Willow Wind Manor transformed into a frozen, monochrome tableau, drained of all color and vitality—a ghostly memorial portrait.
Sun Qing’s eyes widened in terror, his gaze fixed on the space behind Fang Zheng.
He beheld a sight beyond mortal comprehension, one he dared not even imagine in his worst nightmares.
A pitch-black phantom, vast beyond measure, tore through reality behind Fang Zheng like a canvas being ripped apart.
This shadow was boundless, as if the very sky were merely a stepping stone beneath its feet.
Composed entirely of primordial darkness, its face was an absolute void that devoured all, including thought itself.
It radiated no oppressive aura.
Yet the instant it materialized, the psychic assault from the Flesh and Blood Ancient God, like a chicken having its neck wrung, instantly fell silent and vanished without a trace.
The massive fleshy eyeball in the sky, its frantically rotating pupil, froze for the first time.
Within its chaotic, ravenous consciousness, it clearly sensed an absolute bloodline suppression from the apex predator of the food chain.
It was… its natural enemy!
“False God… Judgment…”
Sun Qing’s lips trembled as he gazed at the Demon God’s phantom looming over the world, then at Fang Zheng below.
The last thread of rationality in his mind snapped without a sound, evaporating into nothingness.
He wanted to scream, but his throat was paralyzed, unable to produce even a whimper.
He tried to make sense of what was happening before his eyes, but his thoughts had dissolved into an unthinking, mushy paste.
A Demon Lord… judging an Ancient God?
Judging one form of evil with an older, more tyrannical, more primal evil?
No… that couldn’t be right…
Sun Qing’s pupils dilated completely, and a more terrifying thought rose from the ruins of his shattered reason.
He’s not judging it…
He’s… he’s devouring a god!
Thud!
Sun Qing could no longer support himself. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground. A hot, reeking stream flowed uncontrollably from beneath him.
He didn’t care.
Because he could feel it—the illusory Demon Lord called the “Human Emperor” had merged perfectly with Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng was that Demon God.
That Demon God was Fang Zheng.
He was the sole ruler of this silent, desolate world, the only… law.
Fang Zheng raised his hand.
Behind him, the towering, sky-piercing phantom of the Demon God mirrored his gesture, lifting its colossal hand—a hand large enough to blot out the heavens.
There was no wind.
No imposing aura.
Just a simple, deliberate movement.
“Stripped away,” Fang Zheng said again, his voice flat yet transforming into the sole law governing this deathly silent world.
The pitch-black colossal hand slowly pressed down toward the massive, fleshy eyeball in the sky.