"It is hard to say..."
"I have a bad feeling..."
"I hope he does not pull another stunt..."
The hearts of the experts were apprehensive, uneasy, and anxious.
Since entering the great ascension stage, they had rarely experienced such fluctuations in emotion.
Today, they were restless because of a junior from the demon race, which was truly indescribable.
Inside the Twilight Burial Realm, Xu Xian was in good spirits, seemingly still immersed in the joy of digging up bones and picking up treasures.
Who would ever complain about picking up money? If he could, Xu Xian wanted to keep doing it forever.
Estimating the time, the youth clicked his tongue inwardly. 'It was quite fast, and it did save a lot of trouble...'
Fortunately, the spirit qi had poured back into the Emperor's Tomb, allowing his cultivation to recover.
Otherwise, with all these immortal bones, it would have taken him a year or two to dig them all up.
He did not mind it himself; the road to longevity was long, and he did not lack a year or two.
But it was hard to say for those outside the Emperor's Tomb.
He had done all this under the title of the Young Lord, Bai Mang.
The Wendao Sword Sect would naturally be fine, but Xu Xian had no intention of letting the Demon Abyss be destroyed because of this.
He still had to protect the Demon Abyss.
It was enough for them to take some of the blame for him...
'Three or four days have passed. It is time to leave. Otherwise, if the saints lose their patience and actually flatten the Demon Abyss, it would be a loss.'
He pondered in his heart, looking back at the battlefield that had once been soaked in blood.
As time passed, many of the corpses had already begun to rot, emitting a pungent stench.
As the smell wafted over, Xu Xian's eyes grew exceptionally complex.
His brows furrowed deeper. The three days of bloody battle had left behind a hundred thousand corpses. This karmic burden was something he had to bear, whether he wanted to or not.
To be honest, if possible, Xu Xian did not want to kill people, let alone so many.
"Forget it!"
"I, Xu Xian, shall be a good person for once..."
He sighed, standing with his hands behind his back as he rode his sword into the air above the battlefield. He then unleashed divine abilities and techniques to level the mountain of corpses and used the surrounding earth and stone to bury them.
In an instant, the wind and sand surged within the Emperor's Tomb, and the rocks churned.
Outside the Emperor's Tomb, seeing this scene, many experts felt a surge of hostility in their eyes, and their killing intent began to boil.
You killed the people.
You stripped them of their clothes.
What is the meaning of this?
Now you will not even let the corpses rest? Are you going to desecrate them?
Such behavior had already touched the very bottom of their limits. How could there be such a cold-blooded and ruthless person in this world?
Killing was a helpless necessity of competition.
Taking items was a result of human nature.
But what was the point of desecrating the corpses?
Many saints and ninth-stage experts clenched their fists and spoke harsh words.
"This boy's heart is indeed malicious."
"He deserves to die..."
"He must be executed!"
"This is simply devoid of all humanity."
"Bai Mang must die. He cannot be allowed to live. Otherwise, Fanzhou will eventually be destroyed in his hands..."
This time, they truly felt the urge to kill.
After all, within that mountain of a hundred thousand corpses were the juniors of their sects and families.
Now, after the people had been killed, to have such an act performed before their eyes was a blatant humiliation.
Who could endure this?
Even the ten great demon gods of the Demon Abyss fell silent, choosing to say nothing.
They admitted that the Young Lord's actions were indeed a bit excessive...
However, in the eyes of the group from the Wendao Sword Sect, everything felt a bit strange.
They did not believe that their Little Junior Martial Uncle would intentionally desecrate corpses.
Firstly, there was no benefit.
Secondly, it was unnecessary.
You could say he was greedy for wealth or lustful, you could say he acted recklessly, you could say his methods were ruthless, and you could say he was fickle.
They would not argue with you.
But if you said he was devoid of all humanity and conscience, they would not accept it.
Every junior in the sect who had interacted with Xu Xian said he was a good person...
It could not be like this.
They thought there must be a hidden reason. Even though they saw it with their own eyes, they still refused to believe it.
In the scene, the ground shook and the mountains swayed, and the vision became blurred.
Outside, there was a chorus of curses, and killing intent pierced through the clouds.
The world was in turmoil.
Until a certain moment, the wind died down, the dust settled, and the world became clear.
What they saw was a newly formed mountain of earth, standing abruptly within the Emperor's Tomb.
The mountain was extremely high and massive, standing majestically.
The original sea of blood and mountain of corpses had vanished, replaced by a mound built of thick soil.
A stone stele stood before the mountain.
Five large characters were carved onto the stone stele. The strokes were like dancing dragons and soaring phoenixes, grand and magnificent, as if they were naturally formed.
They were written in demon script.
【Fanzhou Mortal Beings Tomb】
And the youth they hated stood before that stone stele, pouring a cup of wine in front of all the saints in the world...
The image froze at this moment.
Everyone fell silent.
They stared fixedly at the corner of the tomb gate, their breathing steady and slow.
In the depths of their eyes, there was shame as well as surprise.
They discussed in low voices, as if they lacked confidence.
Someone asked, "What is written in the demon script?"
A demon god replied, "Fanzhou Mortal Beings Tomb."
"Heh... what is this? Does he offer a killing and burying service?"
"It is better than leaving the bodies to rot in the wilderness, is it not?"
"Mhm, it seems this kid has some conscience."
"Ahem, I admit, my voice was a bit loud just now."
"Stop cursing. This kid is not bad."
"......"
The resentment in their hearts dissipated significantly, and the overwhelming curses turned into moderate comments.
At least at this moment, they felt some shame for their misunderstanding.
Yet, because of the youth's integrity, they felt a few more points of admiration.
A killing and burying service?
They asked themselves if they would ever do such a thing.
Although dead was dead, being buried in a foreign land with one's own people could be considered returning to one's roots.
At least that was how they comforted themselves and what they felt in their hearts.
The people from the Wendao Sword Sect revealed a look of relief.
The demon gods of the Demon Abyss also smiled bitterly.
A high mountain as a grave, burying a hundred thousand lonely souls.
A giant stone as a stele, inscribed for the mortal beings of Fanzhou.
The youth pouring a cup of wine served as a consolation to the departed spirits.
Inside the Emperor's Tomb, Xu Xian turned and left after burying the hundred thousand skeletons, heading toward the bone bowl on the distant mountain.
Now, there was only one last thing left to do. Once finished, it would be time to leave this godforsaken place.
Little Shuer followed beside him and complained, "Master, you are such a good person, actually burying them."
Xu Xian smiled without saying a word.
He killed them, so he buried them. It was nothing, and it did not take much effort—just a wave of his hand.
"Even if you buried them, they will not know, and those people outside will not know either. It is a thankless task..." the Little Book spirit complained.
Xu Xian took a deep breath and replied with a warm smile, "Senior Sister once said, do good deeds without asking about the future..."
Little Shuer rolled its eyes. "So pretentious. Unfortunately, it is just you and me. Even if you act pretentious, it is for nothing..."
Xu Xian also rolled his eyes at it, not even bothering to respond.
What do you know?
You are not even human...
Xu Xian returned to that bone bowl. With a flick of his finger and a shift of his divine sense, the Fanzhou geniuses and goddesses tied with chains floated out of the bone bowl one by one.
They landed on the open ground.
They were arranged neatly in a dense formation.
Some were lying on the ground, some were sitting cross-legged, and some were leaning against each other.
Some were high-spirited, looking around.
"Where is this?"
"Why have we not gone out yet?"
Some were weak and powerless, let out raspy moans.
"Ugh... I am going to die."
"......"
There were also those who stared fixedly at Xu Xian, looking at him as if they wanted to stare him to death.
Xu Xian put away the bone bowl and stood with his hands behind his back, facing the crowd with a slight smile.
"Everyone,"
"We meet again..."
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