Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 240 This is the Red-Eyed Evil King!
Shatter, reality!

Accompanied by a cute and delicate shout—no, it was an evil and domineering roar—all the evil cultivators in the entire hall immediately knelt down on the ground.

The great, cruel, bloodthirsty, and insane One-Eyed Evil King has finally been born!
The evil cultivator's body trembled violently, a mixture of fear and, more than anything, excitement!

The high priest, who was in charge of presiding over the summoning ceremony, led the chanting:

"Welcome to the world of the Evil King! May the Evil King live on for eternity!"

Other heretical practitioners responded in droves:

"May the Evil King live on for eternity!"

"Humph~"

The Evil King snorted coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall:

"What is the current power structure of the Spirit Qi Continent?"

soon.

Some say that the Spirit Continent is now divided into nine parts, and thousands of years ago a great war between good and evil broke out, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides. The conflict has not yet fully subsided.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the Evil King laughed immediately:

"Their heavy casualties—isn't that blatantly giving us evil cultivators a golden opportunity? Hmm, could there be a trap?"

The Evil King plopped down on the coffin fragments, crossed his legs, and started speculating about his conspiracy theories:
"For example, they might deliberately feign internal strife to lure our Soul Devouring Domain into launching an attack, so they can take advantage of the situation to wipe us out and devour our Soul Devouring Domain?"

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"Your Majesty, you are overthinking it. There is absolutely no need to worry about that, because even the dogs of our Soul Devouring Domain are unwilling to come in."

"I am certainly not afraid! I am an unparalleled being born from endless resentment, immortal and indestructible! The main reason is that although you are trash in my eyes, you are still my followers. How could I let you take risks?"

uh~
Even the evil cultivators below, kneeling, couldn't help but swallow hard, anticipating what was happening:
"The Evil King's insults were truly excellent. Could you say a few more?"

"Yes, Lord Evil King, since you think we are trash, why not trample on our dignity with your feet? How about that?"

"Bullshit! You're the trash! In the eyes of the Evil King, I'm not even trash! Do you even understand the value of being less than trash? The Evil King stepping on me is just dirtying her feet. So, Evil King, you can just spit on me—no, spit, just spit!"

Eh?
The other evil cultivators were stunned. How could this kid be so wicked? His request for a reward was quite tricky.

This bizarre request startled the Evil King slightly, who then frowned in disgust.

"Besides the war between good and evil, are there any other major events happening on the Spirit Qi Continent?"

Other important things?

The heretical cultivators exchanged glances, then shook their heads.

"Aside from some news coming in about the war between good and evil, we've been collecting evil thoughts for you in the Soul Devouring Domain the rest of the time. Nothing major should be happening outside."

"What do you mean 'should'? You bunch of useless trash!" The Evil King curled his lip. "So, you've been hiding in the Soul Devouring Domain like cowards, never venturing out, right?"

The heretical practitioners were somewhat embarrassed.

Without the Evil King appearing, how dare they easily venture into the other eight domains?

If demonic cultivators are merely too brutal, readily extracting human souls to refine the Myriad Soul Banner, then evil cultivators are even more disgusting.

They live by absorbing evil thoughts and resentment, which means they are destined to walk the path of disgusting people.

The more others suffer, the more insane the heretical practitioners become!
Everything they do, even every word they say, is designed to "make people unhappy."

Because of the special nature of the Spirit Devouring Domain, which can significantly reduce the content and activity of spiritual energy, cultivators from the Eight Domains will experience a significant reduction in strength once they enter the Spirit Devouring Domain.

Otherwise, these evil cultivators would have been destroyed long ago after the great and brutal evil king was sealed away.

The Evil King narrowed his eyes, carefully sensing the evil thoughts permeating the Soul Devouring Domain, and frowned in displeasure:

"Your evil thoughts are being collected far too slowly." "Evil King, please forgive us. We have been working tirelessly day and night to collect them for you, but as you know, there are few people in our Devouring Spirit Domain. With fewer people, there are fewer negative emotions. Our accumulated negative emotions over tens of thousands of years have just been completely consumed by you."

In the end, the high priest glanced guiltily at the evil king.

The meaning is obvious.

Tens of thousands of years of accumulation have just been completely wiped out by you, Evil King.

Seemingly realizing the problem, the Evil King didn't ask any more questions, and coughed lightly, saying:

"No matter, now that I have emerged from seclusion, the Soul Devouring Domain will surely flourish! I will now head to the Eight Domains to break through their defenses and utterly ravage them all! I will bring back unparalleled evil thoughts for you to use in your cultivation!"

"The Evil King is Wise!"

Many heretical practitioners were moved to tears upon hearing this.

Generations of them have collected evil thoughts to awaken the Evil King, all for the purpose of having the Evil King transform the Soul Devouring Domain and fill it with evil thoughts!
You call me wise?!

The Evil King was displeased, as if he had been greatly insulted, and corrected his misuse of words in an extremely wicked tone:

"Hehehehe, I am the Red-Eyed Evil King!"

"I am the Crimson-Eyed Evil King, whose blood-red eyes can tear the heavens apart and whose breath can corrupt all paths!"

"A terrifying being that embodies all the evil, disaster, fear, and desire in the world—and you dare call me wise?"

“Every inch of flesh and blood is soaked in desperate wails, every heartbeat shakes the calamities of the three thousand worlds! Tell me, where have I been wise?”

"You ants dare to blaspheme me with those false words of glory!"

"When I rip out your soul and stuff it into an eternally burning shrine of evil, so that you can watch me drink in the trembling of all living beings, will you still think I am wise?!"

"I'm incredibly wicked, okay?!"

ah.
Ah yes!

"Ah, right, right! The Evil King is the most ruthless and evil!"

The high priest gave the crowd a wink, and everyone immediately began shouting:

"My Lord Evil King, please calm your anger! It was my filthy words that defiled your true evil teachings!"

The leader of the evil cultivators prostrated himself on the ground, shouting, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone slab, spurting blood.
"Your crimson evil light pierces the heavens, and with every breath, plagues ravage the three thousand realms. How can your overwhelming spirit be blasphemed by 'Holy'!"

The hunchbacked, evil cultivator in the back row, his face covered in pustules, immediately chimed in:

“Every strand of your hair is entangled with the curses of millions of vengeful spirits, and the resentment emanating from your fingernails could cause even the Buddha to fall into demonic possession! Who in the eight realms dares to look directly at the image of this evil sovereign?”

"It's not just the eight regions!"

The one-eyed old man in the corner suddenly shrieked, his withered claws tearing open his clothes to reveal a chest covered in evil curses:
"The land trodden by the Evil King will rot forever, and the rivers he drank from will be churning with poisonous miasma! The half-mouth of spittle you casually bestowed back then is still corroding the bones of ten generations of cultivators in my clan's forbidden land!"

The entire hall suddenly erupted in chaos, with the heretical cultivators scrambling to bang their heads on the ground, their frenzied roars echoing throughout:

"I beg the Evil King to gouge out my eyes with your fingernails! Let your subordinate forever remember this world-destroying evil eye!"

"Your subordinate is willing to become the mud on the sole of your boot! Only by being humiliated and trampled by you every day can I be tainted by your supreme evil grace!"

"Your Majesty, stomp your feet! Your subordinate can't wait to see the Spirit Continent wail and crumble beneath your feet!"

"Our Evil King is simply the most wicked Evil King on the Spirit Qi Continent!"

"Yes! The most outrageous thing ever, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that statement!"

Seeing his followers so terrified of him, the evil king let out a satisfied snort through his nose:

"I will now travel to the Eight Regions and bring them endless calamities, turning their countless evil thoughts into nourishment for my Devouring Spirit Domain!"

(End of this chapter)