A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao closed his eyes, feeling the faint light enter his mind, feeling those familiar and unfamiliar memories and knowledge, belonging to him yet not entirely his own, flooding into his mind like a tide.

That knowledge pertains to the realm of the bizarre.

How to construct a domain, how to maintain the operation of a domain, how to borrow the power of heaven and earth to form a world of its own, how to make a domain continuously expand, grow, and evolve...

That knowledge originally belonged to Ji Zhengdao.

But now, Ji Zhengdao has shared them all with him.

It's like taking a thick notebook, opening it up, pointing out each page to him, and telling him which parts are important, which are difficult, and which parts need special attention.

nothing left.

He shared all his knowledge with the world.

Ji Zuodao felt the knowledge flowing through his mind, and sensed his cultivation level rising at an incredible speed—

The third level of the Dharma Realm, the fifth level of the Dharma Realm, the ninth level of the Dharma Realm, the Great Perfection of the Dharma Realm...

Then--

With a "boom," something seemed to shatter in his mind.

At this moment, with Ji Zhengdao's complete trust and support, his cultivation officially entered the Divine Power Realm.

Ji Zuodao opened his eyes.

His eyes, in that instant, shone with an astonishing light.

It was as if two flames were burning in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, feeling the new, powerful, and unstoppable force surging within him, and a satisfied smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at his sworn brother who had returned to his spiritual realm.

"Ah, welcome back."

He spoke softly, his tone carrying a natural warmth, as if greeting a family member who had just returned from buying a bottle of soy sauce.

A soft laugh came from the depths of his mind.

As Ji Zuodao sensed the familiar presence within his spiritual platform, and felt that long-lost sense of completeness and fulfillment, an indescribable emotion suddenly welled up within him.

The inner demons connecting him and Ji Zhengdao were never severed.

Unlike Dog Lord, whose household registration is on a separate page, independent and self-reliant, Ji Zhengdao's name is still listed under Ji Zuodao's household registration.

He is still Ji Zuodao's inner demon.

Although he now possesses his own domain, his own power, and his own will, the connection between him and Ji Zuodao remains fundamentally intact.

That connection was like an invisible thread linking the two of them together.

No matter how far apart they are, no matter where they are, they can feel each other's presence.

Now, Ji Zhengdao has voluntarily returned to his spiritual platform.

What does this mean?

This means that he handed over his freedom to Ji Zuodao.

Once inside the Spirit Platform, he cannot leave without Ji Zuodao's permission.

He put himself in a completely passive position.

If Ji Zuodao harbors ill intentions, he could take this opportunity to completely devour him, absorb his power, and strengthen himself.

But Ji Zhengdao went in without hesitation.

Because he trusted Ji Zuodao.

Just like Ji Zuodao trusted him.

Similarly—

Ji Zuodao knew that Ji Zhengdao was currently in a state of being half demon and half monster, and it would be easy for him to cause some damage to his spiritual platform.

But he still left his mind wide open without any precautions.

Because he trusted Ji Zhengdao.

Just like Ji Zhengdao trusted him.

This kind of trust needs no words, no promises, and no guarantees of any kind.

It simply exists.

They have existed since the moment they were born.

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He clenched his fist, feeling the new power within him, and a flamboyant, confident, and slightly arrogant smile appeared on his face.

Now, he lacks nothing.

The power of the five elements was already prepared.

Ji Zhengdao has already given him the power of heaven and earth.

The door to supernatural powers has been opened for him.

All he needs to do is push open the door, walk in, and that's it.

Ji Zuodao formed a magical hand seal with both hands.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority, like a divine decree from the heavens:

"Supernatural power—"

He paused, then pronounced the four words slowly and deliberately:

"The Netherworld Blood Sea!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

A terrifying, suffocating pressure emanated from him and spread outwards in all directions.

The oppressive aura, as if it were tangible, pressed down on everyone, making them feel as if a mountain was weighing on their shoulders, and even breathing became difficult.

The golden-armored Ming soldiers and the demonic Ming soldiers who were fighting each other slowed down involuntarily, as if they had been put on slow motion.

Then--

A sea of ​​blood appeared.

The first thing to appear is that red line on the horizon.

The red line was very thin and faint, like a light trace drawn on the horizon with a brush.

But soon, the red line grew thicker and thicker, as if someone had splashed a bucket of blood on the horizon.

The blood flowed down the horizon, staining the entire sky a shocking red.

Then, the red began to spread.

Starting from the horizon, it spreads towards the sky, towards the earth, and in every direction.

It's like a huge, boundless blood-red curtain, slowly and irresistibly covering the entire sky and the whole earth.

A strong smell of blood began to fill the air.

The smell wasn't the fresh, pungent smell of blood, but a more ancient, deeper kind of bloody smell—

It's as if this unique, nauseating yet chilling aura has been formed over thousands of years, accumulating the blood of countless living beings.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the tide could be heard.

At first, there was a very slight "splashing" sound, like a small stream flowing in the distance.

But soon, the sound grew louder and closer, like a great river rushing towards them, or like the entire ocean roaring.

The first wave of blood surged from the eastern horizon.

The blood wave was about ten feet high, like a wall made of blood, and it crashed towards the Forbidden City with overwhelming force.

On the surface of the blood-red wave, countless bubbles rolled. Each bubble burst, releasing a wisp of black mist. The mist condensed in the air into distorted faces, emitting silent wails.

Immediately afterwards, a second wave of blood surged from the west, a third from the south, and a fourth from the north.

Wave after wave, surged in from all directions at the same time, as if the entire world had turned into a blood-red ocean at this moment.

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