From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 361 Praising the Greatly Free and Unfettered Demon Lord of the Blissful Heaven

On Feathered Peak, hidden in the shadows unnoticed by everyone, lay the place where Modi and the blue-haired bird were.

"Are you saying that some members of the Wusheng sect, due to their excessive pursuit of death, have gone astray and gradually become addicted to the pursuit of sensory stimulation?"

Modi sat in the corner, checking once again with the little blue bird on his shoulder.

"But what does this have to do with us? You don't actually think they can cultivate a fourth seat, do you?"

"Why not?" the little blue bird asked, tilting its head.

Modi grabbed His neck, stopping Xiu from pecking at his hair.

"Coo coo... You and I are both pioneers on the path of change, and we should know one thing: in order to give birth to an immortal essence, the foundation is not the most important thing, but the possibility."

Having finally broken free from the merciless iron grip, he straightened his feathers and said slowly, "I glimpsed a possibility in them. If we join forces, we should be able to confirm it."

"Ecstatic perception?" Mordi countered.

"I don't know about the changes in the heavens," the little blue bird tilted its head, "It's just a possibility."

"Could you stop tilting your head like that?" Mordy frowned. "Are all birds like that?"

"I don't know, maybe so," said the usurper who held the power of knowledge.

After discussing some details of the cooperation with Xiu, Mo Di finally reached an agreement with him.

The plan is nothing more than supporting factions and splitting the Wusheng Cult.

The Feathered Ascension Sect was responsible for exerting external pressure, while the Birdman who usurped the heavens was responsible for guiding the evolution of thought.

Finally, Modi casually mentioned the corrupting influence: "Does the Hulk know about this?"

"What does he know!" The blue-feathered bird wiped its beak and said disdainfully, "That plague-ridden pig, even if he knew, couldn't help."

"You didn't tell Him about this before?"

"No, how much does he even know about change? And he thinks he can participate in our big plan?"

A typical example of an older, more experienced person looking down on younger people.

Since the Heavenly Emperor had said so, Modi could only helplessly agree with him a few times before quickly sending Him away.

Otherwise, he feared that if the blue-feathered bird stayed any longer, there would be another blue-feathered bird-man on the mountain the next day.

After seeing off the usurper, he drove the Feathered Peak back and landed in the parking space prepared specifically for this fortress.

"Are you really not going to stay a little longer?" For some reason, the spiritual vein's will seemed somewhat disappointed and tried to persuade him to stay.

Although it was only for a short period of time, it felt an unprecedented sense of being driven, and the energy from the driver, Mordy, made it unable to stop.

It has already taken the shape of Modi. As for the Feathered Sect? It can only wish them good luck.

However, Modi didn't want to stay in the driver's seat, and said irritably, "Who do you think pays for the fuel? Don't you even know how much fuel you consume?"

Although his body had enough energy, it couldn't withstand such continuous consumption, especially since most of it came from the blood sea.

The energy input into the Blood Sea is all high-level energy far exceeding the energy level limit. After dilution, it can obtain more low-level energy, which is why his energy is inexhaustible.

The same applies to the stagnant and corrupt heavens and the distorted heavens; all these external inputs of energy are considered their investments.

To prevent further losses, Modi decided to avoid touching Yuhua Peak as much as possible in the future, since it was, after all, a pure oil-consuming machine.

After calming the spirit veins of Yuhua Peak and keeping it in low-energy mode, Modi left the central hub of this ancient fortress.

He then ran into Mo Fufeng, who had come specifically to find him.

"Uncle," Mo Fufeng said hurriedly, "the headquarters of the Wusheng Sect has been destroyed. Why don't we press our advantage and wipe out this cancer in one fell swoop?"

It's clear that he really wants to eliminate this hostile force.

"Even if we can't kill them, we can turn them into ghosts and deprive them of their ability to interfere with the outside world."

He now has great ambitions. He not only wants to expand the Feather Transformation Sect further and restore it to its former glory as the Feather Transformation Immortal Sect, but also wants the Feather Transformation Sect to become the only immortal sect.

The Death Coup brought this opportunity, wiping out most of the sects in the world, leaving only four behemoths.

Now that the weakest one has revealed its weakness, it is the time to devour it. Mo Fufeng cannot think of a reason not to take action.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush." ​​Mo Di patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

He understood the boy's ambition. Sometimes, having big ambitions isn't the problem; the problem is whether you have the ability to match them.

"The benefits of allowing the Wusheng Cult to continue to exist outweigh the drawbacks," he said.

Mo Fufeng frowned deeply and asked, "Why is that?"

"Ahem, think about it," Mo Di cleared his throat and started making things up, "With the Wusheng Sect around, the remnants of those sects that were wiped out, and the unruly rogue cultivators and heretics, will gather together."

"If the Wusheng Sect falls, they will scatter to all corners of the world. Just imagine how much harm that will cause to public order? You wouldn't want disciples of the Yuhua Sect to be shot at by rogue cultivators while they are out on training, would you?"

Mo Fufeng frowned and remained silent, following his train of thought.

Seeing his expression, Mo Di knew that his persuasion had worked, and pressed on while the iron was hot, saying, "Think about it again. With the Wusheng Sect around, we, the Medicine King Hall, and the Myriad Transformations Sect will have the same goal, and a large-scale conflict will not break out in the short term."

"It seems to make sense, but something also seems off."

"Hey, don't overthink it. I'm your uncle, would I ever harm you?"

Under Mo Di's persuasion, Mo Fufeng finally gave up the idea of ​​launching a fierce attack and listened to his advice, sending people to gradually erode the territory of the Wusheng Sect and eliminate the followers of the Wusheng Sect as much as possible.

The Myriad Changes Sect adopted a similar approach, but their offensive was not as fierce as that of the Feather Transformation Sect.

Seeing that both sects had done this, the Medicine King Hall suspected that they might have planned it in advance. Feeling excluded by a small group, they also joined in.

The Wusheng Sect, which had already suffered heavy losses, was dealt another heavy blow after losing its leader, its headquarters, and several branch sects.

With the energy level annihilation at the headquarters still ongoing, the Wusheng Sect has been brought to the brink of collapse under these various blows.

Various schools of thought emerged within the church, including traditionalists who continued to pursue death, and sensualists who, on their quest for death, awakened to insatiable desires and became increasingly addicted to sensory stimulation.

Besides the two major factions that dominate, there are also numerous other factions within the Wusheng Sect.

There were refugees who simply came to avoid trouble, and there were also fence-sitters who would side with whoever was stronger, since the Wusheng Sect was essentially a collection of defeated soldiers and worthless scoundrels.

Beset by internal and external troubles, the Wusheng Sect's split was almost inevitable, not to mention the presence of some blue birdmen within its ranks.

Everything was developing in the direction of the plan to tamper with the heavens. Mo Di could hear the evil laughter of that blue-feathered bird even on Feather Peak.

The corrupt officials protested repeatedly, but to little avail.

"That scruffy bird is acting crazy again."

Hearing the echoing gurgling sounds in the void, the two people sitting opposite each other in the Feathered Ascension Sect's Scripture Pavilion looked helpless.

Across from Modi, an elderly man in a green robe with a kind face held a teacup, took a sip, and said with dissatisfaction, "We really should train Him properly, otherwise what kind of nonsense is it for Him to be so noisy all day long?"

The stagnant heavens pondered that having multiple third seats on the eight-pointed star might not be a bad thing.

He alone could fight the Usurper to a draw, but if He were to add another being of equal caliber, He could overpower the Usurper and let Him truly experience the warmth of a loving father's embrace.

"I refuse." Mordy stared at the thick green soup on the table and slowly shook his head. "We can't change Him; only He can change Himself, just like you."

"That's true... By the way, wouldn't you like to try the soup I painstakingly cooked?"

Zhi Futian looked at the soup on the table with a smile on his face.

"I've finished your tea. Hmm, it tastes pretty good, with a fragrance of blood and life. If you didn't have the power to change things, I think our relationship would go even further."

Blood is inseparable from life, and Modi, transformed into a sea of ​​blood, inherently possesses a portion of the power over life.

Zhifutian admired his understanding of life's journey, but also loathed the power of change emanating from him.

...I will finish it.

Since Zhi Futian had finished the tea made from the water of the Blood Sea, he couldn't be stingy. It was just a bowl of soup, right? He finished it.

"Hmm, the taste is not bad."

The immense vitality erupted within him, making the terrible taste almost insignificant in comparison.

Modi put down his soup bowl expressionlessly, and Zhi Futian put down his teacup with the same expression.

Both of them mentally marked the other's work with a big X.

"To boil soup like this, this plague-ridden pig is truly a genius." "This tea makes you feel like you're in a hellish battlefield; only a madman could come up with something like this."

The next second, they both smiled and praised each other in the most sincere tone.

Having more friends means having more options. Even if Modi and the Usurper Heaven formed a small group, they would never openly break ties with the Corrupt Heaven.

The same goes for the corrupt heaven. Although he also has an ambiguous relationship with the usurper heaven, he also wants to improve his relationship with Modi.

Perhaps after today, they can form another small group.

Three people in four groups – that's them.

"Slaughtering Heaven, there's something I've always been curious about," Corruption Heaven said with a chuckle, "Did you and that scruffy bird make some kind of deal?"

"Of course not. He and I have never gotten along. Why would you think that?" Modi shook his head in denial.

"Oh, no, I guess I was overthinking it."

Zhi Futian's smile remained amiable. After nodding, he changed the subject and said, "Why don't we talk about some cooperation? Your Blood Sea and my Plague seem to get along surprisingly well."

Modi had a sudden thought and naturally replied, "Explain in detail."

The traitor Tianle watched the changes in the Wusheng Sect with amusement, completely unaware that the other two had formed another small group.

He is merely guiding and instigating ambitious individuals to bring about more changes for Him.

Just like the woman kneeling before His statue, in His eyes, she is a person with potential.

With just a little guidance, they can shine on another stage.

"Sensory stimulation is never something that belongs solely to one person." He gently persuaded, "Empathy is a capacity that everyone possesses, though the degree varies."

"As long as you find the right method and the right leverage, you can use your own feelings to touch the hearts of others..."

"Alright, this is the method of empathy, this is the method of various sensory stimulation. You have already learned them all. Now go and replicate 'The Great Record' and let the world feel pain."

"yes!"

The woman was overjoyed and kept kowtowing, not stopping even when her forehead was bruised.

Before becoming the leader of a branch of the Wusheng Sect, she was a disciple of a heretical sect, responsible for torture and interrogation.

In her spare time, she enjoyed inflicting torture on others and listening to their cries of agony.

But now, that's no longer enough for her.

She sought further stimulation, even resorting to self-torture.

But human desires are insatiable; after experiencing enough stimulation, she craved even more intense sensations.

To this end, she joined the Senses faction, which had suddenly risen to prominence within the church, and learned a secret of the Senses faction.

This faction is worshipping evil gods other than the Mother of No Birth.

The woman was quite surprised when she first learned of this.

Although the Wusheng Sect has many factions, on the surface everyone still worships the Wusheng Mother, and can only worship the Wusheng Mother.

If the sensualists were discovered to be worshipping evil gods, they would surely face destruction.

But she ultimately didn't tell anyone, not only out of curiosity, but also out of an endless pursuit of excitement.

In fact, she did get what she wanted from this nameless evil god.

The sensory stimulation of one person is insignificant, but if a group of people share their senses, the combined stimulation will be endless.

bang bang.

There was a knock on the door, and the woman paused in her kowtow, then turned around abruptly, her blood-soaked face filled with excitement.

"Someone's coming! Someone's coming! Someone's coming!"

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She quickly waved her hand, and the door opened by itself, revealing several astonished followers of the Wusheng Sect standing outside.

One of them quickly realized what was happening, glanced around the room, and his gaze fell on the statue in the depths of the room, his eyes lighting up.

He immediately said sternly, "Mu Qing, you have been stripped of your position as leader for worshipping an evil god. Do you have any objections?"

Mu Qing seemed not to hear his words, but stared straight at him with a strange smile.

"Excellent, just the kind of talent I need."

"What are you talking about? Fine, take her away. If she resists, kill her."

Without hesitation, Mu Qing took out a specially made spoon and gouged out one of her own eyeballs.

Ugh!

A piercing scream came from the newcomer, and everyone outside the door covered their left eye, trembling all over.

"What, what did you do?!" The person who had just spoken moved his hand away. There was no blood on it, but the pain was undeniably real.

There was still no answer; Mu Qing's pained and contorted expression was mixed with a hint of intoxication.

"This is the bliss I've always dreamed of! Praise be to the Greatly Free and Unfettered Lord of the Blissful Heaven!"

With a wave of her hand, she took out more instruments of torture.

The sensory resonance field was fully activated, covering the entire branch of the Wusheng Sect.

Then came the incessant screams that lasted all night.

In the void, the monstrous laughter of the monstrous treachery grew even more rampant, causing Modi and his companion, who had just agreed to cooperate, to frown.

"How about we go and beat Him up?"

"Agreed."

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