Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"Elder Kongcheng."

Elder of the Sutra Pavilion was startled.

He withdrew his hand and saw the person clearly.

It turned out to be Elder Kongcheng, who was in charge of the punishments in the Blood Rain Sect.

"We have a promising talent in the Blood Rain Sect."

Kongcheng muttered as he watched Wu Ping's departure.

"You, just keep an eye on this Sutra Pavilion in the future. Why didn't you tear me apart when I borrowed the techniques from you back when I was your disciple?"

The Elder of the Sutra Pavilion felt a bit embarrassed. "Wouldn't that violate the rules of the sect?"

"It's not a violation now!?"

Kongcheng's face turned fierce.

His eyes widened. "There won't be a next time. Whoever borrows from you, make sure to record it properly. And let me tell you, even if Wu Ping doesn't return it, is there anyone who would dare to ask him for it? Are you stupid? Luckily, I saw it. If someone else saw it, who knows how they would report you. Old man, get some wine."

Not long after Wu Ping left.

A sword aura appeared and transformed into a human form.

Looking at the two struggling elders, he asked, "Where is Wu Ping?"

The person was Wu Qi.

"He left."

Wu Qi frowned. "Why did he leave again? What is he busy with, not even taking me with him?"

"What technique did he borrow?"

Wu Qi asked again.

The Elder of the Sutra Pavilion thought for a moment. Since it wasn't a secret, he casually said, "The Soul Refining Array."

Wu Qi's face turned dark.

He took out a notebook and wrote while flying.

[How could this be? Is it because I'm too weak? My friend is killing people without taking me along! Hatred, hatred, hatred! I must become stronger, otherwise Wu Ping will always leave me behind.]

"What else can the Bloodstained Soul Refining Array do besides killing and extracting souls?"

Wu Qi couldn't think of any other purpose.

Thinking about Wu Ping's Soul Refining Flag, he could only conclude that Wu Ping went to kill again, and without him. It was uncomfortable.

Wu Qi searched all the way and finally arrived at the top of a mountain.

Feeling the rich and chaotic spiritual energy around him.

He felt somewhat incredulous.

This is a sign that someone has made a breakthrough here.

Could it be Wu Ping!

How did he become stronger again!!!

Wu Qi felt the urgent sense of killing coming from his heart, urging him to become stronger quickly.

On the other side.

Back in the post-apocalyptic world, Wu Ping.

Yes, he has become stronger again. The Demonic Tree is absorbing spiritual stones, and his breakthrough is absorbing the spiritual energy of the Immortal Cultivation World, which also saved him some resources.

Holding the Blood Sacrifice Soul Extraction Array, with Wu Ping's current talent and the memories in his mind.

He almost has a photographic memory, and after reading it once, he can familiarize himself with and master this secret technique.

The Cao sisters have also prepared the food.

Wu Ping had a hearty meal.

Eating the fruits handed to him by the Cao sisters and swallowing the zombie crystal cores.

To ensure the taste, they also added some ice.

Very refreshing and smooth.

Xu Feifei massaged his brain while Wu Ping carefully read the Blood Sacrifice Soul Extraction technique.

Because the two worlds have different languages, they couldn't understand it.

They only felt that the characters on the scroll were like tadpoles.

It was all densely packed.

Almost done eating, almost done reading.

Wu Ping reached out.

Cao Ke handed him a map and said, "Brother Wu, are we going to take action tonight? How can we help you?"

Wu Ping took the map and said, "No need, just wait for my message at home. I'll go alone."

They really couldn't help Wu Ping in any way.

Unfolding the map, Cao Ke circled and outlined the suitable area with a red pen.

However, there are not many places in the entire mountain city that are suitable for merging and building a large area with so many people.

Transportation of building materials also needs to be considered.

Of course, Wu Ping cannot let them live too comfortably.

So, the best and worst choices are ruled out.

Therefore, only the middle option, which is not the best but better than the worst, remains.

Mountain City Sports Center.

Below is a note written by Cao Ke.

Mountain City Sports Center: The area is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people and serve as a large base and shelter. It is not just one sports center, but several connected together. The population density around it is not high, but on the day of the apocalypse, there were probably around a hundred thousand zombies and mutated survivors here due to sports events being held.

This place happens to meet Wu Ping's needs.

Although everything on the zombies and mutated beasts is of great help to him.

But if possible, Wu Ping will still try to meet his own needs and not kill too many zombies at once. He wants to give them some time to reproduce.

If he kills them all at once, there won't be any left to kill in the future.

With the location chosen, Wu Ping starts to break through with determination and takes out some spirit stones from his storage ring.

Wu Ping feels a bit reluctant, but he has no choice.

He wants to break through to the ninth level of Soul Ascension and needs to refine himself to perfection.

This kind of meticulous work requires the assistance of spirit stones, even though Wu Ping's talent is good.

This is also why spirit stones have become the currency of the Immortal Cultivation World.

You can't just save them as you wish.

It's like during the apocalypse, when zombie crystals and food became currency. You can't just say you won't eat a meal or use a crystal to save money.

How does one increase their strength?

He needs them for himself, and the Demonic Tree also needs them, and both require a lot of them.

It's difficult.

Wu Ping feels a bit heartbroken.

All of this is what he earned through hard work.

It's almost time to go.

Late at night.

The three women have been by Wu Ping's side, guarding him.

The overflowing strands of spiritual energy also made them feel extremely comfortable.

Finally, Wu Ping's outward momentum gradually receded.

He looked like a natural being, giving off a strange feeling.

As if he was one with heaven and earth.

With a wave of his hand, the Thousand Soul Banner appeared.

Wu Ping waved the banner, causing a gust of Yin wind. He flipped and soared into the sky, leaving behind only one sentence: "Wait for me at home, I'll be back soon."

Watching Wu Ping leave again, the three women felt a little disappointed.

Because they couldn't help Wu Ping.

In the center of the Night City Sports Arena at night.

It has been more than a year or two since the outbreak of the apocalypse.

The facilities here are already old.

In the darkness, there were sounds of roaring and howling.

Those were the High Level zombies hidden within, growling and roaring.

The large-scale gathering of people has also led to the rapid growth of mutated zombies. It is not an exaggeration to say that these zombies have a higher basic level than those outside.

Because they feed on more flesh and blood.

Standing in the sky, stepping on the clouds, Wu Ping only glanced and saw dozens of Level 4 zombies, including two Level 5 zombies.

Wu Ping was seeing Level 5 zombies for the first time.

These two zombies were respectively occupying the east and west sides of the sports center.

It's better to call them monsters than zombies.

One of them was covered in tumors, with countless arms growing out of its body. It looked very bloated and was tens of meters tall, like an Integrated Union of hundreds of zombies.

As for the other one, it was the opposite of the first Level 5 zombie.

Bones grew out of its body, forming a bone armor that covered most of its skin. Two blood-colored bone blades grew out of its elbows. Compared to the first one, the appearance of this Level 5 zombie was simply too handsome!

It perfectly matched Wu Ping's aesthetic.

So when observing, he was also looking at it with the attitude of appreciating artwork.

After all, this is the most suitable and perfect evolution of genes, which also matches his aesthetic. If it's not artwork, then what is it?

Such a handsome zombie should be refined into one's own Soul Sea.

As for that ugly level five zombie, Wu Ping doesn't want to refine it into his own body. It would be enough to refine it into the Soul Refining Flag as a lackey.

The soul of a fourth-level mutant beast can rival that of an eighth-level cultivator in the Soul Ascension Realm.

This level five zombie should at least be on par with the Soul Sea.

"I wonder how far the highest-level zombie in the doomsday world has evolved now."

Wu Ping casually said, dropping the Thousand Soul Banner from his hand.

It grew larger with the wind, reaching a height of two or three meters.

The banner, engraved with the souls of evil spirits, fluttered in the wind and firmly planted itself in the middle of the field.

Wu Ping manipulated the spell in his hand.

He recited the incantation incessantly.

"Forget River Soul Attraction, Netherworld Guidance, Soul Fusion, Blood Sacrifice to the Demon Sky..."

One strange spell after another flew out from Wu Ping's hand.

With a hissing sound, the Thousand Soul Banner spewed out black mist. It was very fast, and these zombies, who were not very intelligent to begin with, naturally didn't understand that their death was imminent.

The black mist quickly enveloped the area.

Looking down from the sky, it seemed like an upside-down black bowl.

Countless strange spells struck the bottom of the bowl.

Emitting a faint divine light.

It made people feel dizzy and dazzled.

While Wu Ping continued to manipulate the spell and throw it out, he flew to the center of the "bowl" in front of a fist-sized hole that was still glowing red.

With a gesture of his hand, he said, "Thousands of souls, obey my command, leave your bodies quickly, go!!!"

Boom—

Below.

All the zombies felt as if, in an instant, an invisible sledgehammer had struck their heads.

For a moment, almost all the zombies stood still in their original positions, without any ability to resist.

Their souls were being extracted.

Even though zombies are less sensitive to pain.

But now they still ache, tearing at their hearts and lungs.

But they cannot make any sound, the silence of the environment is terrifying, giving a feeling of deathly stillness.

The Blood Extraction Array is soul-wrenching, but it's not as effective as Wu Ping personally extracting them one by one.

This thing emphasizes brute force.

For cultivators and mortals with weak cultivation, it's almost like robbing souls instead of extracting them.

It's a forceful deprivation, without any technique.

How can it not be painful?

It's like one is having anesthesia while having surgery, and the other is having surgery without anesthesia. How can it not be painful?

The extracted souls howl in the sky, as if all the suppressed pain is released at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ping couldn't help but say that the predecessors who created these demonic techniques were truly geniuses.

First, they make you shut up, stimulate you with pain, and then make you scream after extracting the soul. The explanation on this scroll is probably like this.

Imitating the scene of a baby being born.

Those who don't scream have problems, maybe they are damaged or not suitable, and can be eliminated.

Those who scream are complete and healthy souls.

The louder they scream, the better. It proves that their vitality and spirit are abundant, and their souls are full and strong.

Damn it.

Truly a genius. Those who scream can be used, those who don't scream are not needed.

Absolutely incredible.

It's so painful that it's impossible not to scream.

Sure enough, the howling became more and more intense. The howls of tens of thousands of zombies merged into one, spreading far into the night sky.

Whether they were zombies or surviving survivors, after hearing this sound, they all shivered in unison.

This is the most genuine fear that comes from within.

They really can't understand what kind of pain and despair it takes to make such a howling sound.

After opening the jade bottle and storing the soul of the level five tumor zombie and all the particularly ugly souls, Wu Ping opened his mouth wide at the small opening at the bottom of the bowl.

Suddenly, he sucked in.

In an instant, countless souls in the bowl seemed to see an escape route.

In their eyes, the small hole in the sky seemed to be shining, as long as they could escape from here, they could survive.

One by one, they squeezed through.

Flying towards Wu Ping's mouth.

A hint of violence and slaughter began to appear in Wu Ping's eyes, like an indelible bloodstain.

This is the negative impact of devouring souls.

It is also one of the drawbacks of the shortcut for demonic cultivation.

But this side effect doesn't matter to Wu Ping.

He couldn't possibly specialize in orthodox cultivation techniques.

All his advantages lie in the doomsday world. If he were to cultivate orthodox techniques, wouldn't that be sacrificing the essential for the trivial?

In the sea of vision.

As more and more zombie souls poured in, the world began to stratify.

The blood-colored Demonic Tree loomed in the sky, its bare body adorned with four or five golden leaves.

But as the souls continued to pour in, the leaves began to multiply. Six leaves, seven leaves, eight leaves. When the ninth leaf bloomed, a magical and supreme golden light suddenly burst forth, covering the entire sea of consciousness.

Representing slaughter, violence, and chaos, the zombie souls were firmly suppressed under the stratified sky of the sea of consciousness by the golden light.

The spiritual power within his body began to gather.

Condensing into liquid and blending with these zombie souls.

Wu Ping took out a thousand spirit stones and placed them in the air. The pure spiritual energy in the spirit stones was continuously absorbed into his body, mixed with the zombie souls.

The two underwent a magical transformation within his body.

The Soul Sea gradually took shape.

Blood-colored waves crashed against the sky.

Countless zombie souls swam within it.

Originally, these souls should have had a ferocious appearance, sealed beneath the Soul Sea, unable to leap out of the water, serving as the foundation of Wu Ping's Soul Sea.

But with the descent of the golden light, these souls gradually changed their appearance.

They seemed to become kinder.

As if they were meant to live in this vast sea of bloody consciousness.

They swam happily like fish.

Between every movement and action, there were strands of golden light flying up into the sky and converging on the Demonic Tree.

Then, the Demonic Tree transformed into golden sunlight that fell into the blood-colored Soul Sea.

The violent killings and the lingering blood-red color in Wu Ping's eyes gradually faded away.

Before long, he regained his clarity.

The devouring and soul-consuming aura in his heart continued to dissipate.

Wu Ping was somewhat puzzled.

What the hell are these golden leaves!?

He couldn't understand.

He had no concept of it.

Because at his current stage, he couldn't even come into contact with the concept of merit, just like an elementary school student who couldn't learn about calculus.

What is merit?

That is something that powerful beings play with. Ordinary cultivators, let alone playing with it, don't even have this concept.

Not only merit, but even karma, he had no concept of it.

Wu Ping was even more unaware that by using the souls of zombies to construct his Soul Sea, he was actually transforming them into a new kind of human, a new race.

And coexisting with him.

Or it could be said that these things had already achieved immortality. As long as Wu Ping didn't die, they wouldn't die either.

It could even be said that his Soul Sea would become the gathering place for these living souls, creating a paradise or underworld in a world without mystical powers.

And the place where this paradise or underworld existed was inside his body.

For one side of the world, wasn't this a new kind of evolution?

Perhaps in the Immortal Cultivation World, Wu Ping was not favored, but in the post-apocalyptic world, he was the only favored one.

He couldn't die, otherwise, where would these zombies go in the future?

Just like in mythology, Hou Tu transformed into the cycle of reincarnation.

Wu Ping was exempt from this cycle.

He just took these zombie souls from a world full of slaughter and became their loyal servant in their struggle for dominance.

But the elemental power of the golden leaves was perhaps just something condensed due to the special nature of the zombie souls.

But if one day, someone killed him, or when the merit inside his body condensed to a certain degree, and his cultivation reached a certain level, it would cause the entire Immortal Cultivation World to tremble.

As for the new book, I'm looking for a title...