Chapter 609: Chapter 266: The Confucian Dao Grand Cultivator Burial Ground—Hidden Truths (Part 2)
At the moment when the three of them leaped off the Forbidden Beast and appeared within the sight of the endless Demon Dao inhabitants.
Suddenly.
Those Demon Realm human natives, whose eyes previously lacked light, suddenly revealed expressions, as if they had seen something that inflamed their temperament, everyone instinctively raised their eyes, slightly stunned.
And after a brief daze, there was a surge of hostility, yes, hostility.
As this surge of hostility rose, countless Demon Realm natives instinctively began to gather, as if the arrival of Ye Xiaofan and the others had brought a peculiar vitality to this place.
In an instant, countless village natives were staring fixedly at the three figures, silently.
Within moments, the densely packed Demon Realm natives surrounded them, their gazes toward Ye Xiaofan and the others filled with unspeakable excitement and anger, if looks could kill, Ye Xiaofan and the others believed they’d be dead at least ten thousand times over.
Under the gaze of the Demon Realm crowd, the three felt an unprecedented hostility, which was not directed towards any individual or faction, but towards the cultivators of the Righteous Orthodox Sects. The beings of the Demon Realm seemed to carry an innate hatred, a boundless hatred.
If not for Yunmo Xi beside them, the three had the illusion that the people here would tear them apart without hesitation.
Strangely, the Demon Realm natives here were evidently not strong cultivators; they should show awe when seeing Ye Xiaofan, who had Self-Slaying Realm cultivation, yet the reality was different.
Even though their cultivation was low, even though they knew those three figures could obliterate them with a mere gesture, they couldn’t hide the hatred and killing intent deep in their eyes.
"Strange, why do I feel an extremely deep hostility from them? It’s as if we are their mortal enemies." Even Mu Xin felt the hidden killing intent, the hatred of the Demon Realm people seemed deeply engraved into their bones.
Even the child standing at the courtyard gate, when staring at the three, had endless hostility in his eyes.
Mu Yan nodded secretly upon hearing, the sisters even dared not meet the eyes of the Demon Realm people, those looks, sent chills down their spines.
Only now did the three understand why the Demon Dao sect cultivators would fight the Righteous Dao disciples so desperately, there seems to be a sea of blood feud between them, even a racial duty.
Yunmo Xi, seeing the three with furrowed brows, revealed an extremely complex smile, leading Ye Xiaofan, Mu Xin, and Mu Yan along, seemingly heading somewhere.
The four passed through countless natives, as they went deeper, Mu Xin and Mu Yan noticed a peculiar phenomenon.
In this village, there were — no mortals!
All along their path, they didn’t see a single mortal, though the people here had low cultivation, they were all cultivators.
This scene stunned not only Mu Xin and Mu Yan, but Ye Xiaofan was equally surprised. Logically, although this world is Martial Soul Continent, those who can awaken their Martial Soul are few, mortals should far outnumber cultivators.
Therefore, in any village, the majority should be mortals, some even being purely mortal villages.
Yet in the Demon Realm, in a village of ten thousand households, not a single mortal could be seen, could it be that the Demon Realm people are born Martial Soul Awakeners? Universal cultivation?
As if sensing the unexpected gazes from the three, Yunmo Xi walking in front revealed infinite desolation in her beautiful eyes, said faintly: "Here, no mortal can survive, you don’t see any ordinary folk because they’re all dead."
Boom—!!!
Upon hearing this, the three shuddered all over, mortals in the Demon Realm—are all dead?
Bear in mind, the base number of Demon Realm cultivators is vast, the base number of mortals must be even greater, how many mortal lives fade each year in the Demon Realm?
Unimaginable, simply unimaginable!
"This is the Demon Realm, shrouded by the miasma of Demon Dao for countless ages, not to mention mortals, even cultivators, how many can survive?"
Yunmo Xi said, beautiful eyes involuntarily looking toward the children standing at various courtyard gates, unspeakable sadness and helplessness, though all the children here have awakened their Martial Souls, how many can withstand the erosion of Demon Dao miasma and survive, remains unknown.
Upon hearing, Mu Xin and Mu Yan realized, although they have now achieved cultivation, it’s easy to overlook this hidden danger.
And as Yunmo Xi’s voice fell.
Suddenly, a mutation occurred.
"Ah—!!!"
Unexpectedly, an extremely harsh scream erupted from a certain dilapidated courtyard, making everyone’s scalp tingle.
Following this scream was the heart-wrenching cries of a couple.
Ye Xiaofan and the others looked following the sound, but saw a little figure soaring from the courtyard not far away, veins bulging all over, demonic aura sky-towering, its small face twisted and hideous, seemingly enduring unimaginable pain.
That was a child appearing to be only five or six years old, his innocent eyes now gradually demonizing, uncontrollable, visibly losing humanity.
"Child—my child—!!!"
