The Dao Ancestor Who Suppresses All Daos with the Dao of Love

“I became the sharpest weapon in his hands. Whoever displeased him, I would kill. I helped him sweep away every obstacle, shouldered all the karmic burdens and infamy in his place, and helped him slay countless Dao Ancestors who dared oppose him!”

“And yet… I was willing. I did it willingly!”

The voice of the Killing Dao Ancestor was nearly frenzied. “As long as he smiled at me—even once—as long as I received a single approving look from him, I felt like the happiest woman in the world!”

By the end, the Killing Dao Ancestor was trembling with rage. The void around her cracked apart inch by inch, revealing the resentment in her heart that could never be appeased.

“Later, the Calamity of the Fallen Immortals erupted.”

“To protect him, I single-handedly slaughtered at least fifty Dao Ancestors who tried to take advantage of the chaos!”

“Unfortunately… I eventually ran out of strength. I was gravely wounded and fell beneath the tribulation lightning, leaving behind only this wisp of undying Killing Dao origin to cling to life until now.”

Bai Qiangu quietly listened to this magnificent yet grotesquely twisted secret of the immortal world. She could not help but feel a trace of wariness toward the so-called Emotion-Refining Demon Venerable.

She looked at the red-robed woman sitting desolately upon the throne and could not help asking, “Then where is the Emotion-Refining Demon Venerable who toyed with you in the palm of his hand now?”

The brutality in the Killing Dao Ancestor’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a heart-wrenching desolation and loneliness. She raised her head and looked toward the empty vault of the heavens.

“He should be… truly dead by now. Otherwise, the domineering [One Conquest, Eternal Conquest] imprint buried deep within my soul would never have automatically vanished when I fell.”

She withdrew her gaze, and the Killing Dao Ancestor’s eyes once again turned cold and razor-sharp. She stared fixedly at Bai Qiangu.

“Little girl, I can tell that you’re a madwoman who would stop at nothing for love.”

“But you must understand: men who possess the [One Conquest, Eternal Conquest] talent are born to be the poison that counteracts strong-willed women like us. If you wish to accept my inheritance and become the next Lord of the Killing Path, you must promise me one thing…”

The voice of the Killing Dao Ancestor was as cold as the depths of the Netherworld.

“You must kill your husband!”

“Your husband may not have fully matured yet, but once he grows to his full strength, he will inevitably become a second Emotion-Refining Demon Venerable!”

“When that happens, your cultivation, your every shred of dignity—everything you pride yourself on—will become stepping stones beneath his feet! You will become just like me, a pitiful bitch at his beck and call!”

After hearing this murderous warning, an astonishingly bewitching and demonic smile slowly blossomed across Bai Qiangu’s pale face.

She slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with unparalleled arrogance and disdain. Completely unconcerned, she countered, “So what?”

Under the Killing Dao Ancestor’s stunned gaze, Bai Qiangu took a step forward. The might of a Mahayana cultivator erupted with a roar as she looked straight at the former master of the Killing Path and spoke each word distinctly:

“Don’t forget—I am a Demon Venerable too.”

“As long as he can belong to me alone, I’ll gladly accept even being treated like a dog. Even if I have to slaughter my way through the heavens and myriad worlds for him, I, Bai Qiangu… will do it willingly!”

“Want me to kill him? Absolutely not!”

Faced with Bai Qiangu’s near-mad, obsessive answer, the Killing Dao Ancestor was stunned for a long while.

Then, a thunderous laugh that seemed to tear the heavens apart erupted from the throne.

“Hahahahaha! Good! Good! What a fine declaration—‘I am a Demon Venerable too!’ And what a fine ‘I’ll do it willingly!’”

The Killing Dao Ancestor laughed so hard that she bent forward and back. Her eyes shimmered with extreme madness and appreciation, as though she had finally encountered one of her own kind.

“That’s right! Since you’ve already sunk this deeply into the mire, I shall indulge your madness!”

“Since that is your choice, accept my Killing Dao inheritance!”

The Killing Dao Ancestor’s body suddenly transformed into countless dazzling crimson motes of light. Like moths rushing into a flame, they surged wildly toward the center of Bai Qiangu’s brow.

Her ethereal yet domineering voice issued its final farewell within the secret realm:

“From this moment onward, I will merge with you as one. I want to witness with my own eyes whether you will become a pitiful plaything like me, or whether you can use your Killing Dao to carve out a different path! I will… protect your path!”

Time flowed on, swift as a white colt flashing past a crack.

Ever since Ye Xuan had crushed the Sword God Palace, that colossus of Central Province, beneath his heel with overwhelming force, he had finally obtained a rare period of peace and comfort amid his countless reincarnations.

Within the main hall of Tai’e, spiritual energy was so dense that it had nearly condensed into liquid. Droplets of it gathered in midair, forming tiny, multicolored spirit dragons that circled and danced around the Nine-Dragon Ice Throne.

Ye Xuan lounged lazily upon the throne, his eyes half-closed. His dark-gold robe stirred despite the absence of wind.

Above his head, a gigantic black vortex of devouring energy slowly revolved. It was like a ravenous primordial beast, continuously siphoning away the supreme spirit veins that had accumulated deep beneath the Sword God Palace for tens of thousands of years.

With the Sword God Palace pouring the resources of its entire supreme legacy into him, combined with his heaven-defying and overbearing Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, Ye Xuan’s cultivation speed could only be described as advancing a thousand miles a day.

“Boom!”

A muffled roar like rolling thunder echoed from within his body. Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a tangible streak of dark-golden divine light flashed through their depths, piercing the void before the hall and boring two bottomless black holes into it.

“Mid-stage Body Integration…”

Feeling the terrifying power surging through every inch of his body, Ye Xuan’s lips curved into a faint smile.

In just five months, he had broken through a minor realm.

For an ordinary cultivator—even an extraordinary genius with a Heavenly Spirit Root—crossing a minor realm during the Body Integration stage without several centuries of arduous cultivation and an extraordinary stroke of fortune would be nothing more than a fool’s dream.

“Master, you have finished your seclusion.”

Just then, a gentle, melodious voice filled with boundless seduction and obedience came from behind the throne.

Shen Qingshuang appeared, dressed in a scarlet gauze dress as thin as a cicada’s wing. Like a docile cat, she crawled on her knees to Ye Xuan’s feet.

Her once-cold and noble face was now marked by complete submission and enthrallment. She carefully lifted one of Ye Xuan’s hands and gently rubbed her tender cheek against it, her eyes shimmering with rippling allure.

“Where is Ye Jiuhuang?” Ye Xuan asked casually, allowing Shen Qingshuang to massage his shoulders like a servant.

At the mention of “Ye Jiuhuang,” a trace of deeply concealed venom and satisfaction flickered through Shen Qingshuang’s eyes. On the surface, however, her smile remained as radiant as a flower.

“Answering Master, Sister Empress has been terribly busy these past few days. In preparation for your wedding, she personally led the three thousand Blood Guards of the Sword God Palace to exterminate the Ice Phoenix clan of the Northern Sea, all to obtain their purest tail feathers and use them to lay out ten miles of bridal finery for your wedding day.”

“Is that so?” Ye Xuan gave a noncommittal, cold laugh.

That madwoman, Ye Jiuhuang, had completely transformed into a killing weapon without the slightest bottom line—all to preserve her so-called status as Empress and prove her worth to him.

However, this was precisely the result Ye Xuan wanted to see.

“I’m a little worn out from today’s cultivation.”

Ye Xuan slowly rose to his feet. His deep gaze pierced through the layers of palace halls and settled in the direction of the cold, gloomy dungeon at the deepest part of the Sword God Palace.

“I’ll go take a look at those vile women. It’ll be something to do in my spare time.”

……

Endless darkness and deathly silence were the eternal themes of the dungeon.

“Tap… tap… tap…”

When the familiar, soul-shaking footsteps once again echoed from the depths of the dungeon, the prisoners in the cells lining both sides of the passage did not even dare to tremble. Each of them clamped a hand over their mouth, terrified that the slightest sound might draw the attention of that Demon God.

Ye Xuan went straight to the first cell, where Ye Qingcheng was being held.

“Open.”

With Ye Xuan’s cold command, the heavy black ironstone door flew open with a thunderous boom.

A nauseating stench of blood mixed with the reek of excrement rushed out of the cell.

At the center of the cell, Ye Qingcheng was suspended in midair, pinned in an extremely twisted and humiliating position by several chains of law.

Although only half a month had passed in the outside world, within the “Reincarnation Illusion” Ye Xuan had cast, Ye Qingcheng had already truly endured nearly fifteen thousand years in an infernal hell!

Fifteen thousand years!

Every day consisted of having her tongue torn out, her tendons ripped from her body, being boiled in oil, suffering dismemberment by a thousand cuts… over and over again, with no end in sight!

The instant Ye Xuan snapped his fingers and temporarily dispelled the Reincarnation Illusion—

“Ahh! My flesh! Don’t cut my flesh! I won’t do it again! I won’t!”

Ye Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes and let out a shriek so horrific that it no longer sounded human.

Her eyes bulged violently from their sockets, covered in a dense web of blood vessels. The corners of her eyes had even split open into terrifying wounds, with blood streaming down her face.

Her body convulsed frantically as though struck by lightning. Only when she finally saw the black-robed young man standing before her, along with the cold, damp walls of the cell around her, did her unfocused pupils gradually regain a trace of clarity.