I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 593 The Innately Evil Old Ghost Gris
The setting sun cast an amber hue over the brick and wood houses with their pointed roofs.

Thin wisps of smoke drifted intermittently from the red brick chimneys, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked whole wheat bread, flowing along the mossy cracks of the winding stone path.

Three or five plump hens strolled under the bamboo fence covered with wild roses, pecking at the scattered cornflower petals on the muddy ground.

This small town is like a paradise, just like what people imagine a medieval Western village should look like.

There was no outside disturbance, no war clamor, and not a single supernatural element.

The only armed force stationed here is a town mayor who is over fifty years old—a knight who is in charge of all affairs, big and small, in this town.

Tranquil, peaceful, and yet full of life.

It's located on the outskirts of the town, in a two-story building.

A kind-faced, white-haired old man adjusted his slightly cloudy crystal glasses and meticulously wrote a letter while sitting on a mottled pearwood table.

His bony, aged right hand held a quill pen, writing nimbly on the yellowed parchment.

She possesses a dexterity and stability that are completely beyond her years.

Suddenly, in a very instant.

The quill pen suddenly exploded in his hand, and the already withered blue veins on his body instantly transformed into writhing purple dragons.

The candle flame on the candlestick went out, and the six sheets of paper that had already been written were torn into snowflakes by this sudden, violent force, swirling and sticking to the cracked lime wall.

The old man's originally hunched back straightened at this moment, and the cloudy eyes hidden behind his messy hair gleamed with a scarlet light. Some kind of black lines were eroding along his neck towards the back of his ears.

The sound of a peddler's bell ringing as he packed up his stall drifted from the end of the alley, and the laughter of several schoolchildren floated from the street corner.

The sound that was originally the most beautiful to his ears now sounded particularly jarring, causing his already volatile temper to escalate further.

He stood up, gritting his teeth, and gripped the windowsill with both hands.

The old bluestone slabs crumbled into dust under the old man's bulging veins, accompanied by the constant creaking sound of dislocated joints.

"Lu! Wen! Wu!"

Thick, tar-like whispers squeezed from between chapped lips, and hundreds of parchments hanging on the walls of the attic danced wildly without wind, torn into fluttering snowflakes by the ever-dissipating power of the soul.

Gris clutched his heart with his right hand, the force so great it seemed to dig into his flesh.

His uncontrollable anger led him to unconsciously destroy almost all the furnishings in the room.

The once cozy and book-filled little house is now reduced to fragments.

Wood chips and bluestone shattered and flew everywhere, revealing the place as it was originally shrouded in magic.

One nested magic circle after another flickered with a transcendent light, preventing mortals from seeing anything here.

"Ten thousand years of planning and forbearance have come to naught today!"

"You have to die!"

"I swear to kill you!"

Gris roared angrily inside the room. Of the nine soul imprints on his heart, only eight were still lit, the remaining one was completely broken, and the smallest one was also gray and dim.

This means that one of the avatars he nurtured with all his resources has completely perished.

The other one is still alive, but in very poor condition, far from his peak.

"The Law of Reincarnation! Just one step away! Just one step away!"

"I've searched countless universes and carefully nurtured this achievement for three hundred years, and you've already reaped the rewards!"

"Damn it! You deserve to die!"

"Revenge, I must take revenge. Even with the Seven Mythical Anchors, I am still invincible."

"I sacrificed a avatar at the peak of the third level of godhood, leaving a mark at the cost of my soul. As long as he dares to step out of the spirit realm, the avatar I also buried in the spirit realm will immediately detect it."

"However, I cannot break through to the next realm here. I must wait until I find that guy and all my avatars descend to the Primitive Universe before advancing to True God. Forcibly entering the Primitive Universe as a True God would be detected by the old fogies of the God Alliance."

"Lu Wenwu! And that dead dog and that dead cat! You'd better pick a suitable burial plot for yourselves!"

Gris's eyes had turned crimson, and he paced back and forth in the room, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, the postman knocked on the door downstairs.

"Grandpa Gris? Have you finished writing the letter that Grandpa Mayor asked you to write to His Excellency the Bishop? I'm here to collect it!" A boy's voice rang out. "Hehe, if I leave now, I can still get a free meal at the post office in Boulder City."

"Disgusting mortals!"

A hint of savagery flashed in Griss's crimson eyes.

The gray hair that had fallen down turned black again, and the age spots that had been surging on the neck faded away quickly and disappeared without a trace.

The previously depleted vital energy and blood surged back, and the withered flesh and blood replenished themselves at a visible speed, transforming into solid and powerful muscles that once again filled the body.

The phantom of the flames was reflected in Gris's eyes, exuding bloodlust and evil.

He no longer intends to stay in this safe universe where he has been for over two hundred years.

The reason for choosing this place was that it was located in a remote and desolate area, and was a "withered" planet without any supernatural power.

It's safe here.

The spiritual energy in the entire universe is extremely thin, and no one would come to such a remote and desolate place.

Every thirty years, he would feign death and move to a spiritless planet, choosing an ordinary little town to live in seclusion, thus maximizing his safety.

As a cunning old fox who has survived for tens of thousands of years, Gris always puts his own life first.

Even though he has almost mastered all the mainstream cultivation systems that focus on individual power through his eight transformation bodies, he is a true all-rounder.

But he remained extremely cautious.

Three of the avatars are located within the True Demon camp, one is hidden within the Divine Alliance, and the main body and the other four avatars are each hidden in different universes.

The main focus is on stability.

Steady yet ruthless.

In his tens of thousands of years of cultivation, except for the early stages of cultivation, he spent most of his time traveling the world in his transformed body, rarely taking out his true body.

This time, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

His plan to become a god, which he had been planning for tens of thousands of years, was thwarted by the same person in just a few years. He was truly on the verge of collapse.

Even a clay figure has a temper, and even the Buddha has moments of anger.

What's more, there's Gris, who dares to infiltrate both the True Demon and the Divine Alliance simultaneously for power, walking on the edge of a knife.

In his quest for power, he is utterly ruthless and devoid of any moral compass; he is pure, chaotic evil.

"Knock knock knock!" "Old man! Old man? It's me, Henry!"

"Are you in trouble? Should I..."

"boom!"

When the young postman knocked on the door with a slightly anxious expression, the old wooden door slammed open, almost hitting his nose.

The person who suddenly appeared in front of him startled Henry.

Henry was initially annoyed, but when he realized that the person who opened the door was not the familiar "Grandpa Gris," and that the person was wearing "Grandpa Gris's" clothes with a sneer on his face, Henry's expression instantly turned hostile, and his eyes were filled with vigilance.

Henry immediately drew his longsword from the saddle behind him and glared at Gris, roaring, "Damn it! Who are you! What have you done to Grandpa Gris!"

The townspeople who heard the sound were briefly stunned.

When they saw a stranger with an unfriendly expression, "Old Gris," emerge from the house, they immediately grabbed their weapons and surrounded him warily.

Although I don't know who the other person is.

But judging from the other person's sinister and cold expression and his eyes flashing red light, there was definitely something wrong with him.

"Young Henry, go and call the mayor. Tell him that a robber has sneaked in, and old Griss may have been killed by him!"

The burly blacksmith stood in front of young Henry, carrying a hammer as tall as a man, glaring down at Griss. His muscles were taut, ready to unleash their power at any moment.

“Skinny kid, I don’t know where you came from, but you better pray you didn’t do anything to old Gris! Otherwise, I’ll smash your head into your skinny, dry chest! I’m not kidding when I say I’ve built up these muscles from twenty years of iron work!”

"That's right, that's right. Where did you come from, you petty thief? Haven't you heard of the famous Iron Hammer Jack in our town?"

"He personally smashed the brains of three bandits with this forging hammer!"

"When he was young, Big Jack was a warrior in the kingdom! He earned military merits on the battlefield!"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over old Griss!"

"Drop what you stole and we'll let you go! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble when the mayor comes. Our mayor is a genuine knight! He's been personally awarded by His Majesty the King!"

The townspeople were talking all at once.

The local people are very fierce, and everyone carries at least one weapon, such as a stick.

Many of them brought out spears and pitchforks from their homes!
There was even an old hunter on a nearby building, bow and arrow nocked, pointing in the direction of Griss.

Gris slightly raised his eyes and looked at the burly man in front of him who was like an iron tower carrying an iron hammer. The sneer and bloodlust on his face became more intense, and his eyes flashed with strong violence.

"Muscles. Yet another idiot who mentions muscles in front of me!"

A chilling killing intent suddenly erupted, and the bone-chilling low temperature, like an ice cave, instantly froze everyone's bodies.

Overwhelming killing intent and rage surged in all directions.

Apart from the burly man who had been deliberately left behind by Grist, the expressions of the other townspeople changed drastically in an instant.

Before they could react, along with Henry, who had ridden out to inform the mayor, all of them exploded one after another, like a burst of flesh and blood fireworks!
Whether indoors or on the street.

No matter what you are doing.

Wherever murderous intent spreads, all life is frozen, and living beings explode and die.

Sensing something amiss in the town, the mayor, who was donning light armor and preparing to investigate, had just mounted his warhorse when he abruptly fell from its back.

Together with their warhorses, they transformed into a shower of blood and flesh, scattering across the hay-strewn stables.

"What have you done! You evil demon! You're a demon!"

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Jack the blacksmith's forehead, and his tense muscles could no longer maintain their powerful state.

Standing at the very center of the Hellish Scroll, the pungent smell of blood constantly filled his nostrils.

He almost threw up.

Even the battlefield I participated in when I was young, which the bards called a meat grinder, didn't have as much impact as the one before me when I was cleaning up the severed limbs.

Jack felt as if all his strength had been drained, and instinctively wanted to back away.

"Snapped!"

The heavy hammer slammed into the ground, splashing up thick blood.

The cold, slightly warm, bloody liquid splashed onto his bare skin, instantly amplifying the fear in Jack's mind countless times.

The stories I heard as a child and the stories my comrades told me about their experiences on the mainland when I was in the army all came to mind at the same time.

Stumbling backward, he stepped on a piece of bone that wasn't completely shattered, and fell to the ground with a thud. His legs instinctively kicked and struggled, trying to create even the slightest distance between himself and the demon before him.

"Wizard! You are an evil wizard! A demon who will be defeated by knights and heroes!"

Jack was already somewhat incoherent, instinctively grasping at anything that could give him a little sense of security.

“Yes, evil wizards are always defeated by knights, and so are you! The mayor is coming soon; he is a knight, personally appointed by the king.”

Jack's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a skeleton stripped of its flesh and clad in chainmail appear in Griss's hand.

Those were the town mayor's armor and sword!
Terror filled every inch of his heart.

"You mean him? Ha, as expected, muscle-bound brutes are just stupid."

Gris casually tossed the skull over, plunging Jack, who was already on edge, into utter despair and terror.

Before his eyes lost their light, a slender hand was placed on his head.

With just a slight exertion, Jack's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering thick, reddish-white liquid everywhere.

Gris casually wiped his hands on the headless corpse, his anger finally subsiding slightly, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

"No wonder Lu Wenwu, that muscle-bound idiot, likes to smash other people's heads; it really feels good."

He walked towards the nearest city, bathed in the setting sun.

With each step he took, countless shadows, seemingly intertwined between illusion and reality, would rise from within Gris's body and soar into the sky, sweeping in all directions.

Some of them even soared into the sky, flying into the boundless universe and hurtling towards the outside of galaxies.

Each shadow emanated a powerful aura belonging to a god-level expert, shimmering with the light of laws.

"Since you've stirred up some bad memories for me, then I'll treat your entire world as an appetizer before I take my revenge!"

"It is an honor for you disgusting and lowly mortals to become the targets of my destruction to relieve my mood."

(End of this chapter)