Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

But the cultivators of the Tianxing Sect are different.

The moment they made their move, they keenly sensed the pure spiritual energy contained within the blood energy below, far surpassing that of ordinary battlefields in their original world! Although it was mixed with some unfamiliar energy auras, the "quality" and "quantity" of that spiritual energy invigorated them!
Those cultivators who practiced the Blood Path, the Fiend Path, or whose techniques required a large amount of blood energy to assist their cultivation, especially, had their eyes light up!

Almost without thinking, while controlling their magical artifacts and unleashing their Taoist magic to slaughter the goblins, all the Tianxing Sect cultivators, regardless of the attributes of their cultivation techniques, instinctively began to fully activate their own techniques!
"call--!"

Like a whale sucking in water, or parched land encountering a downpour! The blood energy that had not yet completely dissipated, permeating the wasteland, along with the life essence that had been released when the goblins died, formed visible streams of pale red energy that surged wildly toward the group of cultivators in the sky!

The enormous, towering pillar of crimson light, formed from the Qin army's years of bloody battles and excessive slaughter, would have taken months or even years to completely dissipate if purified by nature or cleansed by the power of the world. However, under the simultaneous and full absorption of nearly 100,000 Tianxing Sect cultivators, it melted and faded at an astonishing speed, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and was completely absorbed in just a few dozen breaths!
Although the wasteland was still littered with corpses, the soaring bloody aura had vanished, leaving only a faint, spiritually imbued scent of blood drifting in the wind.

Ying Xuan hovered high in the sky, taking in the entire scene, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He carefully observed the condition of these Tianxing Sect cultivators. Unlike the Qin Dynasty cultivators under his command who cultivated orthodox Yuan Shen techniques and emphasized tranquility, inaction, and the harmony of Yin and Yang, these cultivators from the world of Mortal Cultivation had engaged in such large-scale killing and absorption of blood essence.

Instead of showing any signs of fatigue, disgust, or being tainted by the evil aura, their faces were full of energy, and some even seemed to have a slightly enhanced aura, with a look of... satisfaction and excitement on their faces?

This isn't right.

Ying Xuan frowned slightly. With his experience, he knew that slaughter, especially large-scale, highly efficient slaughter, was an immense burden for cultivators who focused on building their primordial spirit. Slaying living beings inevitably incurred their resentment and tainted them with their malevolence.

Even if it is a "meritorious" act of slaying the invaders from another world, the bloodthirsty aura is still very real. It takes time and effort to wear it down and purify it. Otherwise, if it accumulates over time, it will become a demon in one's heart, hindering one's path to enlightenment, and may even cause a change in one's primordial spirit.

But these Tianxing Sect cultivators in front of him... Ying Xuan used his divine sense to carefully scan several Nascent Soul cultivators who were excitedly absorbing blood energy, probing their internal conditions.

The result surprised him even more.

The dantian, meridians, and even the sea of ​​consciousness of these cultivators were completely clean! There wasn't a trace of the recently acquired baleful energy remaining! It was as if the one who had just slaughtered thousands of goblins like cutting melons and vegetables was not themselves, but something else entirely.

"eccentric……"

With a thought, Ying Xuan separated an extremely fine, almost invisible and intangible thread of divine consciousness, which silently merged into the body of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator below who was wielding a blood-red flying knife and getting carried away with the battle.

The cultivator remained oblivious, completely focused on manipulating the throwing knife. The crimson blade, like a nimble venomous snake, darted through the goblin horde, each strike cleanly slicing dozens, even hundreds, of goblins in two, their entrails and blood spraying out.

The cultivator's face remained expressionless, his eyes so calm they were almost numb, as if he were not killing, but simply carrying out a routine harvest.

He pushed his internal energy cultivation to its limit, frantically absorbing the rich blood and spiritual energy around him. His face even flushed slightly due to the rapid absorption, a slight "fullness" caused by the rapid replenishment of power.

Ying Xuan's divine sense flowed with his magical power, carefully observing the subtle changes in every part of his body.

Finally, he discovered the clue.

After the cultivator absorbed enough blood energy mixed with the resentment of goblins' deaths and the essence of their lives, this mixed energy flowed into his dantian through his meridians.

But just as they were about to touch the cultivator's golden core and potentially leave a mark of malevolent energy, the barely perceptible law imprint deep within the cultivator's dantian, representing their dual fire and earth attribute spiritual roots, flickered slightly.

That one flash!
The mixed energy surging into the dantian contained "impurities" of the goblin's dying resentment and chaotic will, which seemed to be attracted and "approved" by some invisible force, and spontaneously converged towards the spiritual root seal!

Then, like water droplets merging into a sponge, it was silently absorbed and dissolved by the spiritual root talisman made of powdered heaven and earth laws!

What remains is relatively pure spiritual energy and life essence that can be easily refined and absorbed by cultivators with golden cores!

"I see!"

Ying Xuan suddenly understood and realized the truth!

Spiritual roots! The key lies in the spiritual root system!
In the original world of these cultivators, spiritual roots are regarded as cultivation talents, serving as a bridge to sense and absorb the spiritual energy of the corresponding attribute of heaven and earth. But Ying Xuan sees it more clearly now—spiritual roots are essentially "miniature receivers" and "converters" that condense within a cultivator's body after resonating with the fundamental laws of heaven and earth, containing fragments of specific attribute laws!
When cultivators use their spiritual roots to activate Dao techniques of corresponding attributes to attack, in a sense, they are "borrowing" the power of the laws of heaven and earth! The Dao techniques they release carry that trace of the laws and are also "recognized" by heaven and earth to a certain extent as an extension of their own laws.

Therefore, the negative consequences such as malevolent energy and resentment generated by killing living beings through this "recognized" power imbued with the essence of laws will, to a large extent, be "transferred" to the borrowed power of laws, or rather, be regarded as a byproduct of the "heaven and earth" taking action!

The spiritual root within a cultivator's body, serving as the "anchor" and "carrier" of that wisp of law power within the body, naturally assumes the responsibility of absorbing and digesting this "byproduct of slaughter"!

The spirit essence itself is composed of higher-level law powder, which is far superior to ordinary evil energy and resentment. Although it is slow to digest, it is indeed effective and will not directly pollute the cultivator's body!

"No wonder...no wonder the cultivators in that world fought so fiercely, often wiping out entire families, yet it's rare to hear of anyone suffering a qi deviation due to excessive killing. It turns out they have spiritual roots as a 'purifier' and 'shield'!"

Ying Xuan sighed inwardly.

"This spiritual root system is indeed unique in avoiding the backlash of killing. Although the spiritual root itself may become 'turbid' over a long period of time, affecting perception and cultivation efficiency, and may even attract more powerful 'karmic fire' inner demons when undergoing tribulation in the future, those are long-term issues or even problems after ascension."

At least below the Nascent Soul stage, this system allows cultivators to compete and kill relatively 'unrestrainedly' without having to constantly guard against the backlash of inner demons, unlike Nascent Soul cultivators.

He withdrew his probing divine sense and gained a clearer understanding of how these "tools" below were used.

At this moment, the goblin army below had completely collapsed, and their retreat was several times faster than before!
Previously, when facing the Qin soldiers, although the individual strength of the soldiers far exceeded that of ordinary goblins, it was ultimately a ground melee, something that could be seen and touched. The goblins, with their madness and numbers, could still pile up on top of each other, using human lives to fill the gaps.

But now?

The enemy flew high in the sky, completely out of reach! With a wave of his hand, a rain of fire and ice spikes filled the sky; a flash of sword light could take away dozens of lives! They couldn't even see the enemy's shadow, let alone resist!

This utterly unequal, incomprehensible fear of being slaughtered unilaterally, like the coldest venom, instantly seeped into the soul of every surviving goblin, completely igniting their survival instincts! "Gah! Run! Run!"

"Go back to your parents' home! Go back to the back of the house!"

"I'm never coming back! I'm never coming back!"

The screams of agony filled the air. The surviving goblins dropped their makeshift weapons and scrambled to escape with all their might toward the still faintly glowing ley lines, wishing they had two more legs.

The number of goblins is dwindling. Apart from a very few lucky ones who managed to tumble and crawl into the ley lines and disappear, the vast majority of them fell on their escape route, were caught by various magical techniques, and turned into new corpses on the wasteland.

Soon, apart from the sound of the wind and the distant sounds of Qin soldiers clearing the battlefield, the goblin's irritating howls almost disappeared from the wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there were layers upon layers of strangely shaped green corpses, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Ying Xuan slowly descended and stepped onto the Great Wall, which was stained with blood and ravaged by war but no longer exuded any murderous aura.

Wang Jian had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Ying Xuan land, he quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty! The last general..."

Ying Xuan waved his hand, signaling him to get up.

His gaze swept over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood outside the city. He roughly estimated that the number of goblins who had died here was probably in the hundreds of millions! On average, each Tianxing Sect cultivator had killed at least a thousand goblins! Only a well-organized cultivator legion with a mature cultivation system could achieve such efficient killing.

"The remains of these monsters..."

Ying Xuan spoke, his voice calm.

Wang Jian immediately understood and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, rest assured! This subordinate understands! Although the armor and weapons of these otherworldly monsters are crude, their materials are tough, far surpassing ordinary iron, and their numbers are vast. For our Great Qin, they are invaluable resources! In particular, their bones, claws, and teeth can be used for weapon forging and array formation. Although their flesh and blood are filthy, after processing, they can be used to fertilize fields and raise exotic beasts!"

He paused, looked at the Tianxing Sect cultivators behind Ying Xuan who had stopped killing and were either closing their eyes to meditate or curiously observing their surroundings, and asked for instructions.

"But... these immortal masters?"

“They don’t need these.”

Ying Xuan said calmly.

"Pass down the order: all soldiers, leave the city immediately and collect everything usable, prioritizing armor, weapons, bones, and special organs. Burn or bury the flesh and blood on the spot to prevent the spread of plague. Be quick, the enemy won't give us much time."

"This subordinate obeys the order!"

Wang Jian's spirits lifted, and without hesitation, he turned and roared at the messenger.

"Beat the drums! Order the entire army! Except for the seriously wounded, everyone else, go out over the Great Wall! Gather the spoils! Armor! Weapons! Bones! Claws! Bring back everything useful! Hurry up!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The urgent war drums sounded again, but unlike the previous tragic and resolute sound, the drumbeats this time carried a sense of urgency and the excitement of a harvest.

The more than eight million Qin soldiers, who had been holding back their energy and could only watch helplessly as those "immortal masters" displayed their divine power, immediately leaped off the Great Wall like tigers released from their cages upon receiving the order, rushing into the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They had a clear division of labor and moved swiftly, working in pairs or groups of three. They quickly stripped the goblins of their simple yet exceptionally tough leather and bone armor, picked up the blood-stained stone axes, bone clubs, and rusty knives from the ground, and carefully cut off some of the goblins' more unusual-looking organs.

Then he vigorously tossed the spoils back into the baskets and carts that had been prepared behind the Great Wall. Turning around, he immediately pounced on the next target.

The entire process was efficient and silent, with almost no extra noise except for the sounds of metal clashing and objects hitting the ground.

This army, forged in the crucible of blood and fire, has become a highly efficient war machine. Even when doing this kind of "garbage scavenging" work, it exudes a chilling sense of discipline.

After Ying Xuan landed, the cultivators of the Tianxing Sect also concealed their auras and landed on the Great Wall behind Ying Xuan or on the nearby open ground.

Many cultivators curiously examined the endless, towering, and thick black city wall beneath their feet, which emitted a faint spiritual light, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Some Nascent Soul cultivators with stronger spiritual senses even vaguely sensed that the city wall itself seemed to be the embryo of a giant magic weapon of considerable quality! To be able to encircle thousands of miles of wasteland with the body of a magic weapon—what an astonishing feat! This world is indeed extraordinary!

However, many more cultivators couldn't wait to sit cross-legged and fully circulate their cultivation techniques to digest and absorb the massive amount of blood and spiritual energy they had just absorbed during the slaughter.

They could clearly sense that the concentration of spiritual energy in this place, while not particularly exaggerated, was even more refined and active than in their original world!
Moreover, the spiritual energy and life essence contained in the blood energy they had just absorbed were extremely nourishing for them! As a result, many people's magical power increased greatly, and some even faintly touched the bottleneck of a minor realm!

For a moment, many cultivators looked at Ying Xuan's back with eyes filled with heartfelt fervent gratitude and awe!
"Our sect leader is indeed incredibly powerful! He has actually led us to ascend to the Spirit Realm!"

"Indeed! The spiritual energy here, though not as vast and boundless as I imagined, is of extremely high quality, and it lacks the stagnant feeling of the lower realms! It is truly a sacred place for cultivation!"

"Those monsters were weak, but the energy contained in their blood was quite pure, which greatly helped my cultivation improve! The sect leader bringing us here is truly an immense favor!"

They naturally regarded this place as the "Spirit Realm" they had always dreamed of, and Ying Xuan as their "guide" and "benefactor" who would lead them to collective ascension. As for the goblins that were slaughtered? They were nothing more than low-level, eyesores in the Spirit Realm. Killing them was no big deal; it would even improve their cultivation—a perk bestowed by the sect leader! (End of Chapter)