Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie waited until the disciples of the sect were ready.

He released a vast amount of life essence from his body.

This life essence was not pure life essence; it also contained a trace of his innate chaotic sacred body's origin.

He was now in the Heavenly God Realm, his physical body was powerful, and his origin was unimaginably strong.

Among the sect's disciples, the highest in cultivation were his direct disciples.

The rest were those of the same generation as the direct disciples, most of whom had only just entered the Half-God Realm.

The remaining ones were all within the Saint Realm, younger in age, and some were even below the Saint Realm.

Even with hundreds of thousands of disciples in the sect,

he could use the life essence containing a trace of his origin to temper their physical bodies, strengthening their meridians, bones, internal organs, flesh, and blood.

His special origin could also stimulate their bloodlines, greatly enhancing their bloodline strength.

After all, the innate chaos origin was one of the most ancient innate origins in the world.

His incomplete innate sacred body origin also encompassed many ancient origins of the world.

The chaotic golden light of the life essence fell like a chaotic golden rain, enveloping hundreds of thousands of disciples of the sect, allowing them to bathe in this rain of life essence.

Every disciple's mind was greatly shaken.

The moment the chaotic golden rain fell on their bodies and entered their bodies,

they had an indescribable feeling.

They only felt every pore on their bodies open up, their whole bodies were incomparably comfortable, and they felt like they were about to ascend in place.

However, this comfortable feeling did not last long.

As Jun Wuxie controlled the essence and began to temper their meridians, bones, internal organs, flesh, and blood, their faces showed extremely painful expressions, and they only felt like their bodies were about to be torn apart.

"Endure! The process will be somewhat painful, but I believe in your ability to endure."

Jun Wuxie's voice echoed in their ears, each word impacting their hearts.

Every disciple clenched their teeth tightly, enduring the severe pain that felt like continuous tearing within their bodies.

Although the pain twisted their faces and caused blood to spill from the corners of their mouths, they still persisted without uttering a sound.

After the life essence tempered their internal organs, bones, meridians, flesh, and blood, it began to strengthen their Wheels of Life, fortify the resilience of their blessed lands, strengthen their Fated Stars and Star Seas, and finally merge into their origins.

On the Immortal Execution Sword Sect's main square, a sound like a tsunami resounded.

It was the sound of the blood surging within the bodies of the sect's disciples.

Because their origins were stimulated, they were also boiling, and they could clearly feel that their bloodline origins were undergoing some kind of transformation.

Jun Wuxie's senior brothers and sisters were also on the square, and their bodies were also being strengthened and transformed by his life essence.

Although the pain was unbearable, their hearts were filled with uncontrollable excitement and agitation.

They felt somewhat inferior within the sect.

Although their seniority was very high, they were already grand-uncle masters or even great-grand-uncle masters,

their talent was the lowest in this sect full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and even their cultivation was not as good as most of the disciples, and their strength was the same.

They longed to become stronger, especially in terms of bloodline talent, which was their greatest pain.

Because their growth was low, their future upper limit would inevitably not be very high, and their strength would be weaker in the same realm.

Today, to be able to receive such marrow washing and bone cleansing from their sect master junior brother, and to have their bloodline potential improved, was a great opportunity!

Old Wine, Uncle Bird, and He Qingyun were also accepting the baptism of his life essence.

This process lasted for two full days.

During these two days, the vast rumbling sound on the sect's square never stopped, and the blood within the bodies of everyone who accepted the baptism was surging, and their bloodlines were greatly strengthened.

The weaker the bloodline, the greater the degree of strengthening.

For example, his senior brothers and sisters, the intensity of their bloodline growth had increased several times compared to the past!

They truly experienced the heaven-defying nature of their sect master junior brother.

It was only life essence mixed with a trace of his origin, but it actually simultaneously caused the bloodlines of hundreds of thousands of them to evolve to varying degrees, and their strength continued to increase!

After Jun Wuxie withdrew his life essence, he patiently waited for more than ten days.

When the surging blood within everyone's body had calmed down, it meant that this marrow washing and bone cleansing was completely completed.

Next, he began to impart the Dao.

There were too many people, so it was naturally impossible for him to let them ask questions one by one and answer them.

Instead, he used the method of interpreting the general outline of the path of cultivation to improve their understanding of the Sword Dao and the laws, so as to achieve the goal of letting them solve the confusion in their cultivation themselves.

The lecture time was not long, including the laws and the Sword Dao, cultivation experience, and so on.

It took a total of one day.

When he stopped, the audience was still silent.

Everyone closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the state of enlightenment.

The sect's disciples had insights, and it could not be ended in a short time.

Their current state of enlightenment was very rare, so naturally no one was willing to wake up at this time.

Jun Wuxie did not wake them up, but instead set up a barrier to shroud them, isolating them from any external interference.

Afterwards, he returned to the front mountain courtyard.

Fan Yin and Xiao Mo were waiting here, and when they saw him return, they both greeted him.

Yue Chenyu stood in the courtyard looking at him.

"Little Fan Yin, you should cultivate a special incarnation."

Jun Wuxie opened his palm, and a drop of essence blood flashing with chaotic golden light floated in the palm of his hand.

"Using this drop of my essence blood as an aid to cultivate an incarnation will not have any impact on your true body.

Even if the incarnation stays in the lower realm, and you are in the upper realm, it will not cause any disadvantages to your cultivation in the upper realm."

"Does senior brother want Fan Yin to cultivate an incarnation now?"

Fan Yin was a little reluctant; she had only been by senior brother's side for more than ten days.

She was very greedy for this feeling.

Once she cultivated, she would not be able to see him for a long time.

When she cultivated the incarnation, she was afraid that she would have to follow senior brother to the upper realm.

Senior brother was so busy that when she got to the upper realm, she would definitely not have the opportunity to be as close to him as she had been during this time.

"Be good and go cultivate the incarnation. If there are no special circumstances, senior brother will not return to the upper realm so quickly. At that time, you can continue to be close to senior brother."

"Ah, I didn't think so much ~"

Fan Yin's peerless immortal face instantly flushed red, and there was an undisguised shyness in her eyes. She didn't expect that her thoughts would be seen through by senior brother.

Now she was not as bold as she was on the day of their reunion.

At that time, because her longing was too deep, she suddenly met him, and her whole person's emotions were very fiery. She couldn't help but want to express her longing, and her words and actions were relatively bold.

These past few days, every time she thought of her words and actions that day, she felt ashamed.

In front of junior sister Chenyu, she actually used that posture, hanging on his body like she did when she was a child, and even sat in his arms in that posture for a whole day.

"Really not?"

Jun Wuxie looked at her with a smile that was not a smile.

Fan Yin met his gaze, her face became even redder, and then she suddenly moved her gaze away, "I… I'm going to cultivate…"

After speaking, she ran away in a hurry, and even her steps were slightly messy.

"Husband, where are you going?"

After Fan Yin left, Yue Chenyu saw that the smile on his face faded, replaced by a heavy look, and he seemed to be leaving.

"Chenyu, stay with Xiao Mo, don't follow me."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Yue Chenyu was stunned, her red lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something but stopping.

In the end, she didn't say anything, just took Xiao Mo's hand and quietly watched his departing back.

She knew where he was going.

Yes.

This time he came back, he hadn't been there yet.

…

Immortal Execution Dynasty, Heroes and Martyrs Cemetery.

Jun Wuxie came here and stood for a long time.

Inside, there was an endless expanse of graves, with a huge martyrs' monument in the middle.

Whether it was the graves or the monument, they were all filled with flowers, fruits, and wine.

Obviously, the people of the dynasty often came to pay homage to the heroes who sacrificed themselves that year.

The cemetery was not open every day, but it was open once every ten days.

It was very quiet here, and although it was full of graves, there was no eerie atmosphere at all.

Coming here, one could feel a warm feeling of sunshine on their body, and one could feel a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness flowing.

"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash. I haven't come back to see you for a long time. There are too many things in the upper realm, and you shouldn't blame me."

Jun Wuxie stood in the forefront of the graves and the monument.

He took out a jar of peach blossom brew, which he usually didn't like to drink.

He patted open the seal and poured some on the ground.

"Most of the soldiers who died in battle that year, many of them have completely recovered their souls, reshaped their physical bodies, and returned to the Black Armor Army camp. They should come to see you often.

Unfortunately, your souls were shattered too thoroughly that year, and I cannot reunite them.

But don't worry, when I reach the Emperor Realm, I will definitely recall all of you and follow me to conquer the darkness again, and kill a bright world for the heavens!

Like the prosperous and peaceful world we have in the lower realm, it was the vision you initially envisioned in your minds.

In a glorious and prosperous world, you are indispensable. When the heavens are pacified in the future, the brilliant years you lost will be made up for!"

As he spoke, he walked along the cemetery path and came to a certain tomb area.

Every tombstone here was affixed with a portrait.

The martyrs in the portraits were very young, their faces full of childishness, and their faces were filled with smiles.

Looking up, they were all teenagers, the largest would not exceed fifteen years old, and there were even twelve or thirteen-year-old children.

Every inch of the country is an inch of blood, and thousands of teenagers are thousands of soldiers.

Looking at the childish faces on the tombstones, his thoughts returned to those days of the Great Zhou Imperial Capital defense battle.

The Xilin army, supported by the Soul Hunting Hall, captured the cities of Great Zhou, shattering the land and causing the people to bleed. They marched all the way to the imperial capital of Great Zhou.

That brutal war resulted in the near-total sacrifice of the Great Zhou soldiers.

At the moment of Great Zhou's peril, these young men bid farewell to their parents and relatives and stepped forward, enlisting in the army, ascending the city walls to resist the Xilin army's attack.

At that time, they were small in stature, unable to wear armor, and went into battle in cloth clothing.

Due to the immense disparity in strength, they had to use the Blood Burning Technique of the Demon Phase Sect, burning their life potential to the extreme, to perish together with the enemy.

Closing his eyes, Jun Wuxie's mind was filled with the scene from that year on the streets of the Great Zhou imperial capital, where the ground was covered with the corpses of child soldiers wrapped in blood-stained white cloth, and the heartbreaking images of their parents and relatives.

“You are all warriors of Great Zhou, warriors of this current dynasty!

Back then, your realms were too low, your souls too weak, so I could not gather your soul light and could only watch you lie in the cold earth until now.

In the future, I will recall your souls and have you reshape your physical bodies.

At that time, I will form a youth army for you, promising you glory and honor!

It's just that the time may be a little long, you must wait patiently.

When you return one day, it will be an era of great talent, and you will follow me to pacify the heavens, build a prosperous and eternal world!

Jun Wuxie walked along the path in the cemetery, stopping from time to time.

From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn.

He stayed in the cemetery for many days.

The person guarding the cemetery always watched from afar, not daring to approach, for fear of disturbing him.

The cemetery guard was an old soldier from the Great Zhou or the later Zhuxian Dynasty, rotated once a year.

Watching Jun Shen wandering back and forth in the cemetery, unable to leave, they remembered those tragic battles of the past, and looking at the graves of their comrades, they couldn't help but feel sorrow from the bottom of their hearts, and tears streamed down their faces.

People who have not experienced those times, who have not personally experienced those battles, can never understand the feelings in their hearts.

It wasn't until the day before the cemetery was open to the public that Jun Wuxie left.

Next, he went to the Hall of Valor.

So many years have passed, and the souls of many heroes in the Hall of Valor have long since recovered. Under the dynasty's favorable environment, they cultivated physical bodies and returned to the army.

There are also some heroic spirits who are still being nurtured in the Hall of Valor because their souls are too fragmented.

The Hall of Valor floated with many soul light rains, filled with the iron-blooded battle intent and the aura of slaughter.

But it was very quiet inside.

The moment Jun Wuxie arrived, those floating soul light rains all vibrated violently.

Immediately afterwards, the soul light rain gathered, turning into blurred soul figures.

Each of these figures was wearing armor, neatly arranged, kneeling on one knee.

“Welcome, Lord Jun!

Welcome, Lord Jun!

Welcome, Lord Jun!”

The sound shook the heavens and earth within the Hall of Valor, constantly echoing, with an imposing aura.

“Rise, all of you, nurture your souls well, reshape your physical bodies as soon as possible, and follow me to fight!”

“We obey Lord Jun's decree!”

The boundless army of heroic spirits quickly dispersed into light rain, floating in the air as before.

Their souls were still in a fragmented state, far from recovering their pre-death consciousness and intelligence, only having vague memories.

But they remembered who they were, remembered their mission and responsibility, remembered Lord Jun.

The moment he arrived, in their blurred consciousness, they seemed to have returned to the glorious years of the past.

……

Leaving the Hall of Valor.

Jun Wuxie went to the Profound Armor Army camp.

For a long time to come, he stayed in different Profound Armor Army camp garrisons.

He would stay in each military camp for ten days or half a month.

First, to visit the soldiers, second, to use the innate Chaotic Holy Body essence to cleanse their marrow and strengthen their bloodlines and physical bodies, and third, to bring them more complete, higher-grade, more powerful Battle Saint Techniques, and to preach and teach them the Dharma, improving their understanding of the law.

The Profound Armor Army was numerous.

After doing all this, a year had passed.

Then he summoned the dynasty's officials and the managers of the major life ancient stars, the heads of the major forces, and important senior officials.

First, to preach and solve their doubts, bestowing profound cultivation techniques, and second, to cleanse their marrow and purify their physical bodies.

This time, he passed on hundreds of techniques, each of which was of the Great Emperor level.

He selected one based on the talents and characteristics of each force and taught it to them.

These techniques were not created by him, but were from the techniques recorded in his past life memories.

Only the Xuanyuan clan did he not teach the technique to.

Because the Xuanyuan clan's technique was already quite special, coming from the imperial technique of the Xuanyuan Emperor.

He further perfected the Xuanyuan clan's technique and spent time upgrading it to the Heavenly Emperor level.

The Xuanyuan Emperor was an extremely stunning person.

Although he was in the Great Emperor realm back then, creating a technique was not simple.

His technique was called the Red Dust Sword Art.

This Red Dust Sword Art was even highly regarded by Ye Qingxue, the ancestor of the Military Dao.

Although its origin was of the Great Emperor level, the upper limit of its power and the degree of its essence had already barely reached the level of a half-step Heavenly Emperor, comparable to the previous Immortal Execution Sword Art.

Of course, the current Immortal Execution Sword Art should be more perfect than before, after all, the ancestor's realm has already broken through to the half-step Heavenly Emperor realm.

He will inevitably refine his own technique.

The Red Dust Sword Art, which has been upgraded to the Heavenly Emperor level, has an unknown amount of power compared to before.

Jun Wuxie is not only helping the Xuanyuan clan, but also helping himself.

After all, he also cultivates the Red Dust Sword Art, and often uses this technique against enemies.

As for the Immortal Execution Sword Art cultivated by the ancestor, he did not interfere.

It is easy to help the ancestor improve the level of the technique, but that is not the best choice.

The ancestor herself to improve and refine her own technique can have a deeper understanding.

In terms of cultivating techniques, even if he wanted to help, the ancestor would not be willing.

Because this is the ancestor's opportunity to take her own Dao to a deeper and higher level.

……

In the sect, Fan Yin is still cultivating the transformation and has not left seclusion.

Jun Wuxie spent most of the month dealing with some state affairs, and then prepared to construct a rune array with superimposed time laws for the lower realm.

Yue Chenyu pulled Xiao Mo to accompany him.

Since Xiao Mo returned to the sect, she has never gone to the Hundred Realms Battlefield to cultivate again.

Fan Yin is in seclusion, Jun Wuxie has things to be busy with, and he is not very relieved if Xiao Mo goes to cultivate.

Although there is Yue Chenyu, she can let her accompany her.

But if something happens to Xiao Mo, Yue Chenyu cannot solve it very well.

Only Fan Yin's Avalokiteśvara Dharma can perfectly help Xiao Mo to observe her heart and suppress the violent killing nature brought by the heart of slaughter.