Dao Ancestor of the Slaughter Dao

Upon hearing this, Bai Yujing’s eyes flashed with hesitation and awe. He lowered his voice and warned, “Master, the Sword God Palace has profound foundations, after all. It is the territory of the Sword Sovereign, the greatest swordsman under heaven! With Ye Xuan under the protection of the Sword God Palace, I’m afraid…”

“The Sword Sovereign?”

Lin Jiutian let out a cold snort and slammed the withered wooden staff in his hand against the ground.

The entire solitary peak trembled violently. The boundless sea of clouds was instantly torn apart and reduced to nothing by an invisible, terrifying force.

“The number one sword beneath the heavens does carry some weight.”

A deep contempt and disdain burst from Lin Jiutian’s ghostly green eyes. He slowly raised his head and gazed into the endless void.

“But she’s only so-so. Besides, she has one fatal weakness.”

The old man slowly lowered his head and looked at Bai Yujing, who was kneeling at his feet. His voice carried an absolute confidence and mercilessness born of one who held the power to decide the life and death of all things.

“That fool Ye Xuan thinks that relying on a few True Immortals in the lower realm makes him invincible beneath the heavens? He has no idea what kind of force he has offended!”

The heavens wept blood, and the earth sank into ruin.

This was the legendary Killing God Secret Realm, where countless ancient gods and demons were said to have been buried. The air was saturated with a dense, suffocating stench of blood. The soil beneath their feet had long since been soaked crimson, producing a sticky sound that sent chills down the spine with every step.

Across this wasteland, which resembled a hell of slaughter, a graceful yet terrifying figure moved through the ruins at terrifying speed.

It was none other than Bai Qiangu, the Demon Empress.

Her once snow-white robes had already been dyed a glaring dark red with blood. An aura powerful enough to shatter the void, characteristic of the Mahayana stage, swirled around her. She was like a slaughtering demon god awakened from the ancient past.

All around her stood top experts from various great factions. There were men and women alike—upright sword cultivators with the bearing of immortals, as well as demonic overlords wreathed in baleful energy.

Yet in Bai Qiangu’s eyes, these people were no different from weeds by the roadside.

The Killing God Secret Realm had only recently appeared, and its emergence had drawn countless experts.

Having only recently broken through to the Mahayana stage, Bai Qiangu had naturally been drawn here as well.

However, after the many mighty cultivators entered the secret realm, they discovered in horror that its rules were cruel to an extreme degree: anyone who entered had to slaughter every living creature within sight. Only when the entire secret realm held a single survivor would its core inheritance be unlocked.

“Demonic woman, stop your rampage! Fellow Daoists, let us join forces and form a killing array. We’ll eliminate this demon first!”

A righteous grand elder in the early Mahayana stage roared. He summoned his life-bound treasure, and a storm of thunder and fire descended upon Bai Qiangu.

Faced with the overwhelming annihilating attack, Bai Qiangu’s beautiful yet pale face remained utterly expressionless. She did not even consider evading.

“Rumble!”

The violent thunder and fire instantly swallowed Bai Qiangu’s body. The left half of her body was blasted into a mangled mess of flesh, with bone visible beneath.

Then, a despair-inducing scene unfolded.

A profound, dark-purple demonic radiance suddenly erupted from within Bai Qiangu’s body. It was the supreme constitution that had made her unrivaled throughout the heavens—the Undying Demon Physique!

Under the circulation of the demonic light, the wounds that had exposed her bones began to heal and regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, she had recovered completely. Even her aura had not weakened in the slightest.

“This… How is this possible?!” The righteous grand elder’s expression changed dramatically in horror.

“Annoying.”

Bai Qiangu uttered the two words coldly.

Her figure instantly transformed into a bloody afterimage. Piercing straight through the void, she appeared before the grand elder. Her pale, slender fingers were sharper than the keenest blades as they pierced through his chest without mercy and crushed his still-beating heart.

“Bang!”

A rain of blood scattered through the air.

Bai Qiangu casually flicked the scraps of flesh from her fingertips and charged into the crowd once more as though strolling through a garden.

Wherever she passed, severed limbs filled the sky, while agonized screams rose one after another.

She had completely abandoned defense, allowing the magical treasures to strike her body. Relying on the monstrous regenerative power of her Undying Demon Physique, she fought life for life and forcibly slaughtered this group of self-important experts.

As the slaughter continued, the number of living beings within the secret realm dwindled.

In the end, only a handful remained upon the blood-soaked ruins.

Every one of them was an unparalleled prodigy from the myriad heavens and worlds, each possessing terrifying trump cards capable of killing opponents across realms.

“Bai Qiangu, you lunatic! Are you truly intent on wiping us all out?” A demon-clan crown prince, covered in blood, glared at her through clenched teeth.

Bai Qiangu did not waste words. Her eyes had already turned a pure, deep crimson.

There was none of the dazzling spectacle of divine abilities colliding—only the most primal, bloodiest hand-to-hand slaughter.

In their despair, the several prodigies unleashed their final potential, savagely crushing and killing one another.

For three full days and three nights, they fought until the sky of the secret realm shattered and even the laws of the Great Dao wailed in anguish.

Finally—

With the last prodigy’s head wrenched off by Bai Qiangu’s bare hands, the entire Killing God Secret Realm sank into deathly silence.

Aside from Bai Qiangu’s slightly heavy breathing, not a single living thing remained.

She stood atop the highest point of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, raising her chin slightly as blood rain descended from the heavens and soaked her pale, bewitching face. Her gaze was as cold as a glacier that had remained frozen for eternity.

Just then—

The void above the secret realm suddenly twisted violently.

Endless blood energy surged toward the sky like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. In the end, it gathered in midair and condensed into a majestic throne forged from stark white bones and blood.

A woman in an alluring red robe sat lazily upon the throne, her bearing arrogantly unrestrained to the extreme.

One of her feet rested on the skull-carved armrest as she looked down at Bai Qiangu. Unconcealed admiration flickered in her eyes.

“Excellent. To slaughter all those so-called prodigies in such a short time—you are qualified to receive my inheritance.”

The woman in red licked her scarlet lips. Her voice held a demonic power that made the soul tremble.

“And I will become your guardian.”

Bai Qiangu slowly raised her head and glanced at her with eyes devoid of emotion. Her voice was as cold as frost.

“Who are you?”

“Me?”

The woman in red let out a sinister laugh. A terrifying killing intent erupted from her body, surpassing the laws of the lower realm and powerful enough to make all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens kneel. The surrounding void collapsed inch by inch beneath its pressure.

“I am the Killing Dao Ancestor.”

Yet when she heard this title—one powerful enough to shake the Immortal Realm—Bai Qiangu remained silent.

Her gaze was as cold as before, as though she were looking at nothing more than a corpse. There was not the slightest trace of awe or emotion.

“What an interesting little girl.”

Seeing Bai Qiangu’s calm reaction, the Killing Dao Ancestor not only failed to grow angry—she admired her even more.