I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Ten Thousand Peoples’ Prayer for Blessings Map

The resistance vanished.

That foul, chaotic will evaporated into thin air.

In its place arose a profound, soul-deep submission, even… a desperate plea.

Fang Zheng’s movements froze.

Suspended mid-air, the colossal black hand representing “deprivation” also stilled.

What’s going on? Is this a trap?

Ding!

The System’s cold, majestic notification boomed in his mind.

【 Detected: The False God’s Dao Heart has been utterly shattered by the supreme domineering power of Host “Human Emperor”! 】

【 Its sinful will has crumbled before your resplendent Righteous Dao! 】

【 It is now offering up all its stolen power in repentance for its millennia of sins, begging for your forgiveness! 】

Ah, so that’s it.

Completely purified by the radiant light of his Righteous Dao.

The last vestige of killing intent retreated from Fang Zheng’s heart.

He withdrew the colossal, sky-obscuring hand.

This gesture itself was forgiveness.

“Granted.”

A single word, as authoritative as a heavenly decree.

In the sky, the colossal Flesh and Blood Eyeball seemed to finally find release.

The colossal divine body began to disintegrate of its own accord, without a single scream or wail.

Billions of writhing arms and tormented human faces transformed into the purest energy, their chaos and defilement purged.

They coalesced into streams of crimson light that cascaded from the heavens, converging directly on Fang Zheng below.

A humble thought, as insignificant as dust, wormed its way into Fang Zheng’s mind.

Supreme Sovereign… partake… of your… spoils of war…

Fang Zheng offered no reply.

These were not spoils of war, but proof of its atonement.

I merely act as Heaven’s proxy, reclaiming the nourishment that rightfully belongs to this world.

ROAR—!

The Human Emperor’s Hell-Suppressing Body armor Fang Zheng wore—its countless “Mouths of All Living Beings”—unleashed a silent yet soul-shattering roar!

Buzz!

The devouring power erupted anew!

This time, it was no longer a forceful plunder, but a rightful reception.

The crimson celestial river, forged from the False God’s essence, poured straight into the armor’s countless savage maws!

Fang Zheng closed his eyes.

In his mind’s eye, a grand and solemn hymn echoed through his senses.

It was the triumphant rejoicing of the liberated Martial Spirits, exulting in their deliverance!

Waves of warm, “gratitude”-fueled energy surged through his limbs and bones.

Each gulp from the mouths on his armor transformed into the most sacred of kisses, celebrating this long-delayed justice!

But in a nearby corner, Sun Qing witnessed an entirely different scene.

He knelt on the ground, his pants soaked through, his entire body trembling like a sieve.

He heard it!

That wasn’t a hymn—it was the nauseating crunch of flesh and blood being devoured!

He saw it!

The Ancient God, revered by Hundred Herbs Valley for centuries, being greedily consumed by that Demon Lord like a livestock animal skinned alive!

With each gulp, the Demon Lord’s aura revived at an incomprehensible speed!

This wasn’t just gaining power—it was awakening!

A sovereign who had slumbered for countless eons, having consumed his sacrifice, was reclaiming his rightful dominion!

Sun Qing’s mind had turned into a bubbling cauldron of rotten porridge.

Fear, despair, madness… and a desperate urge to kneel and prostrate himself.

It’s over.

Hundred Herbs Valley was doomed.

The Ancient God was doomed.

This world… was doomed!

No!

I can’t let this happen!

I must die, but this message… it must get out!

The Valley Master and the surrounding Righteous Dao forces must know exactly what they’re facing!

A final surge of madness gripped Sun Qing’s flickering soul fire.

His trembling hands fumbled for the blank Jade Slips in his robes.

Drawing on every last shred of spiritual energy, mixed with the essence of his Golden Core, he used his fingertips like a blade, frantically carving into the jade.

He poured in everything he had seen, everything he had guessed, everything he feared—stripped bare of any details unfavorable to Hundred Herbs Valley.

The Old Demon is dead! The New Demon rises! The world teeters on the brink!

With the last character carved, a sickly, liberating laughter twisted Sun Qing’s face.

He glanced one last time at the Demon God’s figure, still lost in its “sacred music,” without a trace of lingering attachment.

“My mission… is complete!”

Boom—!

His Golden Core self-destructed!

A blinding burst of flame erupted from the ruins of Willow Wind Manor.

A cataclysmic surge of energy, fueled by the Golden Core cultivator’s final, venomous resentment and terror, swept across the battlefield.

The blood- and Divine Soul-soaked Jade Slips, blasted apart by the explosion, became streaks of crimson meteors, tearing through the night sky in all directions, vanishing beyond the horizon.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes, casting only a glance at the fiery maelstrom. An invisible barrier of black qi held the shockwave at bay, keeping it three feet from him.

Another pitiful soul blinded by evil, unrepentant to the very end, Fang Zheng thought calmly.

By now, the crimson river that had flowed across the sky had run dry. The mountain-sized Flesh and Blood Ancient God had utterly vanished, leaving behind only a fist-sized, pulsating core of flesh and blood.

Forged from the purest source essence, it had been “permitted” to remain. It drifted before Fang Zheng, radiating the most humble of intentions.

“Great Supreme Sovereign… I have offered everything… I beg… you… to transform this wretched husk… into a tool… to atone for my sins…”

Fang Zheng’s heart stirred.

This False God, shattered by his righteous fist, had undergone a profound spiritual transformation. It now willingly offered itself to become a Guardian of the Righteous Dao.

What a prodigal son’s return!

He had a responsibility, a sacred duty, to help this “redeemed” comrade fulfill its sacred, long-cherished wish.

Fang Zheng raised his hand, cradling the warm, pulsating core of flesh and blood.

Ding!

The System’s notification chimed, solemn and sacred.

Congratulations, Host! You have successfully purified the False God and completed the Epic Quest: Deity Purification!

Your Human Emperor’s Dao has been indelibly etched with the supreme glory of God-Slaying!

Ultra-pure Source of Sinful Karma detected! This is the perfect divine material for forging the Human Emperor’s Prison-Suppressing series of Magic Treasures!

Based on your grand aspiration to “suppress demons with artifacts and protect all living beings,” Source Forging has been granted as a reward!

The System interface expanded, revealing two options shimmering with brilliant golden light.

Forging Path 1: Illusion-Shattering Holy Eye

Description: Shatters all illusions, piercing through falsehood to reveal the true nature of heaven, earth, and the human heart. With a single glance from this Holy Eye, myriad demons will cower in fear, and all falsehoods will be laid bare.

Forging Path 2: Compassionate Nectar Bottle

Description: Contains life-saving nectar that heals all suffering in the world. With a compassionate heart, bestow new life upon all living beings.

Illusion-Shattering Holy Eye!

Fang Zheng’s heart leaped violently in his chest.

If only we’d had this sooner, the tragedy of Hundred Herbs Valley could have been avoided!

But the image of the Old Village Chief being crushed alive by the Pseudo-God’s Power, sacrificing himself to protect Fang Zheng, flashed through his mind.

That piercing, heart-wrenching pain surged back.

Judgment was important, undoubtedly.

But compassion was even more urgent.

Justice shouldn’t merely sit enthroned on the judge’s bench.

It should plunge into the quagmire of suffering, personally lifting up the innocent victims of sin.

Fang Zheng’s resolve solidified, unwavering.

Ding! Host has selected the forging direction: Compassionate Nectar Bottle!

Source Forging activated!

Host, guide the final shaping of the artifact with your unwavering Guardian’s Will!

“Very well!”

Fang Zheng raised the flesh and blood core high above his head.

Without reservation, he poured his vast, boundless will—to protect all living beings, to heal the wounded and save the dying—into it.

Buzz—!

The core throbbed violently.

Before Fang Zheng’s eyes, a pillar of holy light erupted skyward.

The mottled patterns on the core’s surface faded away, transforming into the most lustrous, purest mutton-fat jade.

A sacred, majestic hymn to life swelled around him.

A “Holy Artifact” brimming with boundless life and compassion was about to be born from his hands!

In the real world, however…

The fleshy core, like an overinflated boil, suddenly swelled!

The flesh and blood tissue on its surface writhed and proliferated wildly!

Twisted, purplish-black veins, resembling gnarled vines, snaked across the core’s surface, forming a grotesque bottle-shaped silhouette.

At the bottleneck, a ring of ghastly white finger-bone spikes erupted through the flesh.

In the center of the bottle’s body, the anguished face of a False God slowly emerged, only to sink back in, forming a bizarre relief that seemed to silently wail.

Sizzle—

Dense, impenetrable black Demonic Energy poured from the bottle, wrapping around Fang Zheng’s arm with a sickening hissing corrosion.

The entire ruins of Willow Wind Manor were utterly enveloped by this sinister, defiled aura—a terrifying presence teeming with Life Absorption.

Fang Zheng remained completely oblivious to this.

The light faded, the forging complete.

He slowly opened his eyes, gazing at his “masterpiece.”

A precious bottle, crafted entirely from pure white jade, radiating a gentle, life-giving halo. Its surface was intricately carved with the Ten Thousand Peoples’ Prayer for Blessings Map.

A pure, warm, and boundless life force emanated from the bottle, filling him with comfort.

Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully forged a Human Emperor’s Prison-Suppressing series Magic Treasure!

The Magic Treasure has been automatically named according to your supreme aspiration—

Name: Eternal Grace Holy Grail

Tier: Pseudo-Demon God-Tier (Growable)

Description: A holy grail embodying the Human Emperor’s boundless compassion for “healing the sick and saving the dying.” It will bring eternal grace to all suffering in the world.

Ability 1: Life Absorption. The Holy Grail actively absorbs the life force of enemies, refining it into Water of Grace. The Water of Grace can heal all wounds of its wielder.

Ability 2: Grace Covenant. The wielder can forge a Grace Covenant with any living being. Those who enter into such a covenant receive the Holy Grail’s protection and great power. Upon death, their souls merge with the Holy Grail, transforming into a higher form of grace, attaining eternal peace and glory.

Eternal Grace Holy Grail!

A fine name!

Fang Zheng held this newly forged Holy Artifact, feeling the boundless life force contained within, and felt his heart settle.

He carefully examined the exquisite Ten Thousand Peoples’ Prayer for Blessings Map etched onto the bottle’s surface, nodding in satisfaction.