Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 687 - 310: What Does It Have to Do with Me? _2



In the territories of the Great Xia Dynasty, an Evil God is an absolutely forbidden entity.

Yet, upon the chaotic seas of the East Sea, Evil Gods number in the hundreds if not thousands. Logically speaking, it might not seem unusual.

But the Evil God that Shen Yuan stumbled upon at this moment was somewhat different; he detected a hint of Hell’s aura emanating from it.

It clearly wasn’t one of the supernatural beings, yet it was tainted with the essence of Hell, which aroused a bit of curiosity in Shen Yuan towards this Evil God.

In front of the mountain-shaped idol, a grand blood sacrifice of a hundred people was taking place.

Under the delusion instilled by the Evil God, the frenzied followers were holding daggers, loudly praising the name of the 6 Desires Mighty Demon, and then ready to slit their own throats to offer up their lives to the local deity.

However, not all followers were willing to sacrifice their lives. Under the threat of death, many awoke from their madness, and Shan Shang Dongyu was one of them.

His face showed fear as he wished to resist, but the sacrifice had already begun. Under the watchful eye of the Evil God, no one could resist, and Shan Shang Dongyu could only watch helplessly as he slit his own throat.

At that moment, a figure in white, like an Immortal, descended slowly from the sky, and then a great will thundered down.

The idol crafted from the mountain crumbled in an instant, and the body of a deity, a thousand feet tall, emerged from the idol, its six faces glaring at Shen Yuan and demanding,

"Who are you, daring to interfere with the sacrifice to the 6 Desires Mighty Demon?"

"A mere Spirit Refining Stage Evil God dares to call itself a Mighty Demon?"

Shen Yuan chuckled lightly, his index finger slowly lifting, and a sword light burst forth from his fingertip, easily shattering the tall body of the deity.

As the tall deity’s body collapsed, a constantly changing mask appeared from within.

"Who exactly are you!"

The mask let out a shriek.

In the seas spanning tens of thousands of miles, his cultivation in the Spirit Refining Stage might not be the strongest, but he was still considered a rare adversary.

With just one sword light, Shen Yuan had shattered him, without even invoking any Divine Skills, revealing unfathomable strength.

Shen Yuan offered no response; instead, his gaze shifted towards the mountain behind the mask, and with a gentle lift of his right hand, the entire heaven and earth were locked in an instant.

The next moment, dozens of streams of light rose from every corner of the mountain and fell into his palm. They were masks, each with a different shape.

"To abandon your true body to draw my attention, attempting to hide these split selves that contain a part of your consciousness—quite a clever trick."

He exerted force with his right hand, and all the masks shattered instantly.

"Alas, to no avail."

Nonchalantly brushing the dust from his palm, Shen Yuan looked with interest at the only remaining true body.

"Tell me your origins, and I might spare your life."

Fear now dominated the strange mask’s eyes.

Those mask incarnations all arose from his fundamental Divine Skills. Before being activated, they were almost indistinguishable from ordinary masks, yet Shen Yuan had easily seen through them.

Such means had already exceeded his comprehension.

"Your humble god is known as Menreiki, from the realm of Ying Island."

"Ying Island?"

Shen Yuan’s brow quirked slightly, not expecting to have encountered an Evil God related to Ying Island before even reaching it.

"Ying Island is rife with Evil Gods and their debauched rituals. With your cultivation, as long as you avoid the Sects of canonical gods, you too could preside over a domain in Ying Island and enjoy the worship of a million believers. Why did you leave Ying Island to come to this desolate isle?"

A trace of post-disaster fear appeared on Menreiki’s face. Read new chapters at NovelBin.Côm

"Your humble god did once occupy a domain in Ying Island, barely reaching a consensus of non-aggression with several gods of the Divine Path Sects. But a few years ago, unprecedented turmoil erupted in the legendary Hell.

What existed only in dark Hell began to manifest in the real world; countless Wandering Souls from Hell crossed the boundary between life and death to enter the Primal Chaos Realm, and terrifying supernatural beings aimed to drag the entire Ying Island into Hell.

The Main Gods of the Divine Path Religious Sect waged a great war against Hell’s spirits and demons, affecting the entire land of Ying Island. The endless ranks of Hell’s spirits and demons gained the upper hand, even The Lord of the Gods Path, yet to fully awaken, struggled to hold them back."

"Seeing the dire situation, your humble god decided to seek refuge with Hell’s spirits and demons, but I soon learned that only by immersing in the waters of Hell could one join the ranks of Hell’s spirits and demons.

I attempted and nearly got devoured by Hell; later, I found out that only the dead can bathe in the waters of Hell.

Left with no choice, I fled from Ying Island and came to this isle to shelter its tens of thousands of inhabitants and incidentally enjoy some blood sacrifice offerings."

After a brief pause, Menreiki hurriedly added,

"To inform you, my lord, I exercised great restraint regarding the blood sacrifices. Such a grand sacrifice of a hundred people only occurs once a month, in return for which I also help these islanders resist invasions from the monster tribe and other Evil Gods.

Without me, this entire island would have likely become the playground of the monster tribe."

Shen Yuan remained noncommittal about Menreiki’s words, his thoughts had already turned to the Hell’s spirits and demons he had mentioned.

In the Netherworld, Hell is the source of all Hells in the heavens, and there should have been a tributary of Hell in Ying Island that escorted Wandering Souls, akin to the Netherworld of the Great Xia but on a much smaller scale.

The 10th Hall Yama’s plan to use the Netherworld as a springboard for an invasion into the Primal Chaos Realm had been thwarted by Shen Yuan, and now they had set their sights on Ying Island, with its tributary of Hell, hoping to use it as another entry point into the Primal Chaos Realm.

The indigenous Divinity Path of Ying Island couldn’t withstand the invasion, and sensing the Netherworld’s intrusion, the Mount Luofeng 6 Hell Deities crossed hundreds of thousands of miles to come to its aid.

There might have been discrepancies in the particulars, but the gist of it was probably not far from what Menreiki had conveyed.

Having organized the details, Shen Yuan glanced at Menreiki, who was showing humility.

"You’ve done well."

Menreiki was overjoyed, replying again and again, "Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

"As a reward, I will grant you a swift end."

As his words fell, a flash of sword light effortlessly pierced through Menreiki, thoroughly shattering the Evil God’s spirit soul.

Above the island, everyone looked on in a daze, the cessation of their belief letting them realize that the Evil God they worshiped had fallen.

Shen Yuan surveyed his surroundings, waving his sleeve lightly as Primordial Elemental Qi transformed into a fine mist that rained down, purging the island’s many inhabitants of the influence left by the Evil God’s corruption.

Meanwhile, a talisman imbued with a strand of Shen Yuan’s breath sank deep into the island’s core, sealing off the residual power of will left after Menreiki’s demise, and Shen Yuan’s breath would keep the lower ranks of the Aquatic Tribe and demons at bay from the island.

After all this, Shen Yuan prepared to continue his journey towards Ying Island.

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out in the plaza.

"If you leave now, what shall become of us?"

Turning towards the voice, the speaker was Shan Shang Dongyu, who had previously been used as a blood sacrifice by Menreiki.

At this moment, the legends about the Demon-Exterminating Guardian Path Immortals between the islands kept echoing in Shan Shang Dongyu’s head.

There had been islanders who suffered heavy casualties because an Immortal had killed a Great Demon that had been protecting the island; the Immortal, ashamed upon returning, taught cultivation techniques to the islanders to help them rebuild their homes.

Some islanders practiced cultivation and secretly plotted to kill an Immortal to obtain his storage treasure and had now become one of the rulers of the overseas islands.

These so-called young Immortals of the Demon-Exterminating Guardian Path often considered it their duty to save the people and could always be pressured into yielding benefits by appealing to their sense of righteousness.

Thinking this, Shan Shang Dongyu’s expression grew more ferocious as he shouted loudly at Shen Yuan:

"The 6 Desires Mighty Demon protected hundreds of thousands of people on this island, and after slaying the Mighty Demon, you simply leave, what about us islanders who have lost protection?"

Upon these words, other voices also began to chime in:

"Exactly, exactly! In your quest to Demon-Exterminate and uphold the Path, have you considered our feelings?"

"Did we ask you to save us?"

"If you truly wish to save people, then stay on this island and protect us, pass on the Immortal techniques to fight against demons."

"Merely killing our protector and then leaving without a care, how are you different from those who have slain us?"

Shen Yuan’s gaze swept over the entire island as his voice, full of interest, resonated in everyone’s ears:

"Is this really what you all think?"

His voice seemed to pierce directly into their souls, and an instinctive response arose from the mouths of the multitude of islanders.

"Yes!"

"It should be like this."

"You should teach us Immortal techniques to compensate us."

Unceasing affirmations reverberated from every corner of the island.

Moments later, Shen Yuan’s voice rang out again.

"I came only to kill the Evil God, when did I ever say I would save you?"

"Your death has nothing to do with me."

Beneath the island, the talisman soaked with Shen Yuan’s breath suddenly shattered.

Then, Shen Yuan’s figure had already become a Flight of Light, speeding toward Ying Island.

Above the island, curses filled the skies, and no one knew that without the talisman’s restraint, the remnant power of will from the fallen Spirit Refining Stage Evil God began to spread rapidly into the surrounding seas.

One after another, demons and supernatural beings, as if sensing a feast, sped towards the direction of the island.

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