Old Goldwing had already reached mid-stage God-Emperor Realm, and his speed now was absolutely the fastest in all Three Realms. In just half a day, he flew from Frostbane Divine Palace in the extreme south to the northern polar region of the God Realm, arriving less than ten thousand li from Heavenblade Sect.
We passed by city after city, but every last one was deserted. All the strong experts have already escaped south to Frostbane Divine Palace, leaving behind only the weak and low-realm cultivators. And now, even those poor souls have probably met their end.
I really don’t know what the Spirit Lord is trying to do.”
“Boss, we’re already very close to Heavenblade Sect. Should we keep going forward, or head somewhere else?”
No need to rush. Let's scout the area a bit—I refuse to believe every city out here is nothing but an empty shell.
Evan Chu could sense it clearly: ever since he set foot in the northern polar lands, the air had started to change. Gone was the pure divine aura—now, it was laced with a thick, corrosive dark element.
Knowing that the Spirit Lord was the one who stole the dark origin spirit from the Geocore Soul-Source Realm, Evan wasn’t surprised by this.
When he was less than a thousand li from Heavenblade Sect, Evan finally spotted a city swarming with armies of powerful experts. He recalled Old Goldwing and Shadow into the Timewheel Bracelet, then used Light Transformation to slip in alone, completely unseen.
Under the blazing sun, his figure was completely transparent—not just to the naked eye, but even divine sense couldn’t detect Evan’s presence.
At last, near the highest point of Azurecloud Peak, just outside Heavenblade Sect's territory, Evan infiltrated a city called Azurecloud City.
But what Evan found here was completely different from what he’d expected. He’d thought there would be plenty of powerful God-Realm traitors, but instead, most of the people lingering in Azurecloud City were old, weak, sick, or crippled—every single one clearly corroded by dark element.
These people aren’t strong cultivators at all. What use could the Spirit Lord possibly have for injecting dark element into such weak bodies?
Standing on a street, Evan’s heart was full of doubt once again. Just then, from high above, a squad clad in black scale armor swooped down, each rider astride a Shadow Skyhawk. Every warrior in the squad possessed formidable cultivation—the weakest among them was at the God-Emperor Realm.
"Everyone listen up! Slaughter the city—begin!"
With that order, over a hundred God-Emperor Realm experts dove from the sky, launching a bloody massacre against the old, weak, women, and children below. Evan’s eyes flashed coldly—he was ready to intervene, but then he realized these people had already been deeply corroded by the Spirit Lord’s dark element.
If I act now, it won’t accomplish anything—and I’ll only expose myself.
In just half an hour, nearly ten thousand old, weak, women, and children in the city were slaughtered—none survived.
"All garbage! These people are nothing but failed experiments. By the Spirit Lord’s order, send in the next batch!"
The squad captain barked out his order, and a huge, deep-black teleportation gate appeared in the center plaza of Azurecloud City. Immediately, a group of people with normal auras were driven out.
Evan saw at a glance that these people, at best, were at the God-Lord Realm. Every single one of them had been sealed—none could use their cultivation at all.