CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: 100,000 FIREFLIES COME TO PLEDGE

The twenty thousand people who were just killed, a small portion still left behind some remains.

Now that the battle was over, the elders, still seething with rage, rushed over to uncover their disguise in disbelief.

But soon, they realized something was amiss.

These deceased, each one showed their true appearance, with no disguise whatsoever.

Even if there were transformations, they should have been undone upon death.

Yet no matter what they did, the faces of these dead remained unchanged, not a single alteration.

How could this be?

Weren’t they from Mingxin Sacred Land?

Why are they still our own disciples?

Could it be that they killed the wrong ones?

Impossible!

They refused to believe this was true.

Yet the truth was right before their eyes, and soon they discovered even more unpleasant realities.

The spiritual artifacts these people used were also their own.

Some of them even had Holy Land’s cultivation and martial techniques secret arts inside their rings.

Lastly, upon checking their meridian and sea of qi, they found remnants of Holy Land techniques.

Everything pointed to one fact, the twenty thousand they just killed with their own hands were indeed their own disciples.

They were not invaders from Mingxin Sacred Land at all.

Venerable Mirror Origin stumbled towards a corpse and embraced it; it was his grand-disciple.

"Ah..."

"What on earth happened here?"

In retrospect, there were many strange points.

The Heart Division was not populous, merely over ten thousand in total, yet the opposing side had twenty thousand.

Moreover, how could so many people have infiltrated so easily?

And in the end, if it were indeed Mingxin Sacred Land attacking, how could they be so easily exterminated by them?

The Heart Division had five Ascending to Saint experts.

They were even stronger than them.

They were tricked.

First, they were deceived into fighting their own, and then they personally killed another batch of their own.

After two rounds of fratricidal slaughter, once with a hundred thousand disciples, Silence Sacred Land now had just over three thousand survivors.

Not to mention the inner and outer sect disciples, even among the 50 extraordinarily talented Saint Heirs, only two survived.

Silence Sacred Land truly collapsed entirely.

Not only the mountain gate, but even the peripheral affiliated forces went down with it.

"Revenge!"

"Blood for blood!"

Venerable Yuqu, who had maintained himself for many years without leaving the mountain, was now so agitated by the heart-wrenching pain that his aura became chaotic.

"Kill!"

"We must utterly exterminate the enemy!"

"I swear not to be human if this enmity is not avenged!"

All the survivors were ablaze with fury.

But now a problem lay before them.

Whom should they seek revenge upon?

They had no idea who was behind this.

The Heart Division?

Truthfully, they internally dismissed this possibility immediately.

Not to say that the Heart Division lacked such cunning and ruthlessness.

Even if they did, with their strength, they would have certainly wiped out all present Ascending to Saint realm individuals.

The only enemy they could confirm was the person who just impersonated Venerable Mirror Ring.

But Jiang Cheng was now completely dead and gone.

This anger had nowhere to vent, nearly driving them insane.

Poo!

Venerable Mirror Ring, overcome with rage and the previous heart demon, spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The blow was too great for him.

"Mingxin Sacred Land!"

"We were about to attack them, so they must be connected to this somehow!"

"Whether they are or not, they must provide an explanation!"

His words immediately received a response from the other elders.

"We suffered heavy losses, why should they remain unscathed?"

"Contact the other major Sacred Lands and attack Mingxin Sacred Land!"

"Our sect has dwindled; only by exterminating Mingxin Sacred Land can we rid ourselves of the heart demon!"

The soul form of Brother Cheng listened silently to their words, feeling quite amused.

These people were truly top-grade.

If it hadn’t been for him, it would have been difficult to deal with them otherwise.

After all, their hearts were too black.

"Ding, host killed, detecting enemy strength, arranging resurrection plan."

The system’s prompt sounded as expected.

Brother Cheng kept chanting for a permanent upgrade, not wanting another one-minute trial version.

Although the previous verbal magic curse trial was thrilling and violent.

But it was too brief, not matching Brother Cheng’s style at all.

"Ding, a hundred thousand cultivators killed, unconscious lingering spirit with a lasting obsession, seeking the strongest being to avenge them..."

"Host’s Poison Heroic Soul is the highest tier soul body on the field, drawing the hundred thousand souls, voluntarily coming forward to awaken the host to wreak vengeance for them!"

Though Jiang Cheng was used to the system’s wicked humor, the resurrection plan still left him frantically wanting to complain.

Where did all those souls come from?

After wiping out so many sects before, never had he heard of any lingering spirit obsession!

And in essence, it was he who wiped out those hundred thousand people.

Yet they sought him for vengeance assistance?

Couldn’t the system be any more underhanded?

It would be better to just unleash a big move instead of toying with him!

But once the system’s plan started, he couldn’t stop it.

Soon, everyone present witnessed a wondrous spectacle.

From the bodies of those killed, one after another, little fireflies began to drift up, some light green, some dark green, some light blue, some pale purple...

The colors varied, yet it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Even those without any bodies left, similar fireflies floated up from different angles.

Handfuls of a hundred thousand fireflies slowly ascended into the sky.

Though small, the sheer number was incredibly grand and deeply awe-inspiring!

All the elders were taken aback.

"This, these are the souls of our deceased disciples?"

"Yes, they must be!"

"My apprentice, my apprentice is still here..."

"I can sense their aura..."

"Where are they going?"

The Soul Splitting Realm could accomplish divine soul detachment while alive.

But once dead, the soul perishes, unless one reaches Saint tier to possibly preserve a residual soul, forming a tangible existence.

And immortals like Mo Chen, even their residual souls have formidable attack power after death.

For those below Ascending to Saint, even if a soul survives after death, it wouldn’t transform into such a visually perceivable firefly state.

Jiang Cheng was well aware, this was again the system’s doing.

Before many witnesses, all the souls surged toward his soul position.

Because the Poison Heroic Soul was his.

He was floating in the air, so the souls also all drifted to him.

A hundred thousand firefly souls, gathering together, like the stars in the sky.

The man himself didn’t know what to say.

What kind of situation was this?

The enemy’s souls entering his body, seeking vengeance through him, sounded so bizarre.

Luckily these souls were unconscious, retaining only an obsession for revenge.

Otherwise, they’d probably come to gang up on him rather than join him.

Suddenly, he was taken aback.

Because he realized his Divine Soul Realm was rapidly soaring.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through Daoist Palace Fifth Layer.

A few seconds later, he broke through Daoist Palace Sixth Layer.

And it showed no signs of stopping.

Countless fragments rushed into the depths of his divine soul, almost causing him to pass out.