Chapter 1060: The Ten Thousand Demons Assembly

Ink Painting followed Tu Mister and stepped into the Ten Thousand Demons Great Hall. Instantly, countless demon cultivators' gazes, some wild and some sinister, fell upon them.

Most people looked at Tu Mister.

But there were also not a few demon cultivators who looked at Ink Painting.

A hint of astonishment appeared on the faces of many demon cultivators.

They didn't understand why such a strange and special youth would follow behind Tu Mister.

Ink Painting had a handsome appearance, wore a righteous path sect's dao robe, and his aura was pure and otherworldly. However, he wore an ancient tooth bone tight hoop on his forehead, which brought a touch of barbaric exoticism, making him appear both righteous and evil, both pure and wild. His temperament was quite special, like both a favored son of the righteous path and a barbaric holy son.

The crowd began to guess Ink Painting's identity, and the field fell silent for a while.

Tu Mister, just like that, led Ink Painting and walked to the main seat on the high platform of the great hall and sat down.

Ink Painting had no seat and simply stood straightforwardly by Tu Mister's side.

One after another, the gazes of the demon cultivators lingered on Ink Painting's body, but no one spoke.

Instead, a ghost head monk with a skeleton necklace hanging from his neck seemed to recognize something. His pupils suddenly widened, and he slowly said:

"Tu Mister... could this boy be..."

Tu Mister nodded, "His name is Ink Painting."

As soon as these two words were spoken, the entire hall became noisy.

"Ink Painting!"

"Eight Great Gates' heavenly pride, Qian Xue's array dao chief, Tai Xu Gate's crown prince..."

"It's actually this monster!"

"Tu Mister actually captured this child too? Truly vast divine ability."

Ink Painting was a little dazed. He didn't know when his fame had become so great. These Gold Core stage demon cultivators in the hall seemed to have all heard his "great name" and looked very excited to see him.

However, their "excitement" didn't seem to be a good thing.

"This child is too monstrous, just kill him," one demon cultivator said.

"That day during the sword discussion, I transformed myself with human skin and mixed into the crowd. I personally saw that this child's array methods were truly fearsome."

"If we let him live, he will surely become a big problem over time."

"It's a pity to kill him. Why not eat him raw? In my life, I've eaten all kinds of people, but I've never tasted the 'human flesh' flavor of this Qian Xue heavenly pride."

A female demon with a whole body of red clothes, a charming appearance, and fresh red lips covered her mouth and giggled:

"You crude people don't understand romance. Such a handsome boy, it's a pity to kill and eat him. Why not follow me and taste endless romance? It would count as not wasting this life."

A black-robed demon cultivator sneered, "Entering your He Huan Sect's chamber is even faster than being killed."

"This boy's body is delicate and weak, he might not endure your torment."

The charming red-clothed female cultivator ignored him, only staring intently at Ink Painting's face, lightly licking her red lips, her eyes sparkling:

"Born with such a good appearance, how could I be willing to torment him? I will definitely cherish him well, and I might even let him cultivate with me to replenish my body. That's not impossible."

In this world, there were not a few handsome men.

But a face like Ink Painting's, both pure and soft, beautiful and graceful like a celestial being, was rarely seen in the world.

Not to mention, the vibrant human spirit on his body, the solemn divine nature, plus a hint of demonic tabu aura, made people lose themselves when they saw him.

Ordinary people might not feel it deeply, but this He Huan Sect red-clothed female cultivator had seen countless people. She naturally knew that this kind of extraordinarily outstanding quality was the top grade for He Huan Sect. Whether cultivating the dao of "emotion" or the dao of "desire," it was no different from an innate treasure.

This red-clothed female cultivator's heart was burning with fire.

The demon cultivators on the side only sneered.

The hall was noisy. Tu Mister's gaze slightly condensed, and he said:

"Quiet."

Demon cultivators were wild and always undisciplined, but upon hearing this sentence "quiet," they gradually restrained their expressions and voices.

As a Featherization stage demon head, plus the "spokesman" of the evil god, Tu Mister's prestige was obviously quite high.

The noisy voices in the hall gradually stopped.

Tu Mister said in a deep voice: "Before the God Lord revives, this child is not allowed to be coveted, not allowed to be executed, not allowed to be invaded. Otherwise, it will be considered defying the God Lord."

The crowd of demon heads in the field felt a chill in their hearts.

Since Tu Mister had spoken, they extinguished their thoughts. Those who couldn't extinguish their thoughts could only temporarily suppress them at the bottom of their hearts, not daring to expose them.

Because the storm led by Ink Painting had subsided, Tu Mister sat in a high position, overlooking the entire field, and slightly nodded, saying:

"The Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice Ten Thousand Demons Meeting, now begins..."

Under Tu Mister's organization, a crowd of demon heads began to discuss the specific matters of the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array.

They talked about "proper matters."

Ink Painting just stood aside and listened silently.

His sea of consciousness was sealed by Tu Mister, and his physical freedom was also restricted. Surrounded by so many demon heads and trapped in this grand evil god temple, he naturally couldn't make any waves.

Tu Mister only brought him to his side, under his own watch. Other than that, he no longer paid him any attention.

Ink Painting also displayed just the right amount of "honesty," obediently standing by Tu Mister's side, listening to the demon heads below "reporting" the progress of the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array, and based on this, constantly supplementing his own construction and speculation about the blood sacrifice great array in his heart.

At the same time, he also quietly paid attention to the origins and backgrounds of the crowd of demon heads in the field.

What surprised Ink Painting was that the forces where these demon heads were located were actually very widespread, and many demon gates were famous, which he had heard of before.

Ten Thousand Demons Mountain and Blood Refining Gate.

These two demon path sects were most deeply involved in the matter of the blood sacrifice.

The construction of Refine Demon Mountain Ten Thousand Demons Valley came from the giant demon path sect, Ten Thousand Demons Mountain.

The blood-sucking merit law of Yan Fall Mountain Demon Sect came from the ancient demon gate, Blood Refining Gate.

Tu Mister obviously had "deep" cooperation with these two demon gates, otherwise it would be impossible to directly use these two sets of demon sect inheritances.

The demon cultivators and demon cultivators from these two demon gates were also the most numerous in the field.

Ink Painting had already suspected this point and was not surprised.

Besides this, there were also some "familiar faces."

For example, "Demon Sword Gate," which carried demon swords and considered themselves sword slaves;

"Yin Corpse Valley," which raised, nurtured, and refined corpses;

And "Xuan Demon Sect," which refined human beings into demon fetuses.

Those who participated in the Ten Thousand Demons Meeting that year and discussed besieging and killing his Master were probably also from these demon path sects.

The only one he hadn't contacted much was He Huan Sect.

The charming female cultivator from He Huan Sect in the field, with her entire body in red clothes and red lips, stared at Ink Painting from time to time. Her gaze was as if she wanted to "eat" him, which made Ink Painting very uncomfortable.

Therefore, Ink Painting had a very bad impression of He Huan Sect.

Another thing that Ink Painting cared about very much was Xuan Demon Sect.

The main person from Xuan Demon Sect was a Gold Core late stage demon cultivator wearing a black robe. He said:

"Young Master has urgent matters and has returned to the sect first. He entrusted me to come and participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Meeting on his behalf..."

This sentence made Ink Painting somewhat puzzled.

The young master he referred to should be "Xuan Young Master."

But hadn't Xuan Young Master already died in the Lone Mountain tomb?

He wasn't dead?

Or was this Xuan Demon Sect's black-robed Gold Core saying false words?

Ink Painting slightly frowned, feeling that there was something strange about this matter.

According to common sense, this Xuan Young Master absolutely couldn't have "lived" and walked out of Lone Mountain...

He silently recorded this matter at the bottom of his heart, thinking of clarifying it later when he had time, and then continued to listen stealthily while observing.

Taking advantage of the crowd of demon heads discussing matters, Ink Painting understood their origins roughly seven or eight out of ten.

After understanding the Gold Core stage demon heads, Ink Painting remained unmoved and used the corner of his eye to glance at the platform again.

On the high seats of the Great Hall, although there were successive differences, there were still three people sitting roughly level with Tu Mister.

One had deep and heavy decree patterns, who was exactly Shangguan Wang, the traitor of the Shangguan family and a Featherization stage cultivator.

The other two people were: one had a withered appearance, like an old slave, and carried a heavy black iron sword box on his back.

The other was half corpse and half human. His left face was human, and his right face was rotten and collapsed like a corpse. By his side, there stood a blood-patterned gold coffin.

These two people were both Featherization stage demon path cultivators.

Since entering the great hall, these two people had been holding their breath and nurturing their spirits, not letting out a single sound, but their auras were extremely fearsome.

Ink Painting guessed that these two people were probably, absolutely not only in the Featherization initial stage realm.

The two Featherization stage demon heads did not make a sound. Ink Painting only glanced at them with the corner of his eye and then withdrew his gaze.

He fundamentally didn't dare to spy too much on cultivators of this level, especially true people of the demon path, so as not to provoke disaster.

And these two deeply cultivated Featherization stage demon heads seemed to also not care about Ink Painting, only focusing on closing their eyes and nurturing their spirits.

Inside the Great Hall, the discussion of matters continued.

And after discussing for a long time, the topic naturally entered the next stage.

"Tu Mister..." a bald arhat with python patterns tattooed on his body cupped his hands to Tu Mister and said, "As for the matters we are handling, regarding the agreed benefits, I still hope you won't go back on your word..."

"Our Ten Thousand Demons Mountain's demands are not high. As long as one mountain range covered by the blood sacrifice great array is emptied of people and used to raise demon beasts."

As soon as he spoke, other demon cultivators also successively spoke:

"Our Blood Refining Gate's gate master has explained that we want to use the cultivators of one city to raise a blood pool. Yan Water City is just right..."

"The corpses of the dead, our Yin Corpse Valley wants them all..."

"The corpses of heavenly pride, our Xuan Demon Sect wants to raise demon fetuses..."

"At Lone Mountain, there is a large tool refining workshop built by someone we don't know. After slaughtering the city, we can just use the readily available human blood and human meat to sacrifice and refine 'demon swords' in the tool refining workshop..."

"I want one thousand sturdy male cultivators in the Foundation Establishment realm for cultivation, and I also want the blood of one thousand virgins to make 'rouge'..."

With the construction of the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array, the living beings around Qian Xue would suffer calamity. There would be mountains, land, people, blood, and corpses... these were all top-grade demon path resources.

All the demon gates wanted to share a piece of this rich pie.

And it was precisely because of this that these demon paths were willing to collude with Tu Mister and do this business with the Great Wild evil god.

Ink Painting's expression was calm, but a sense of loathing was born in his heart.

Once one cultivates the demon path, they extinguish humanity, lose conscience, and regard others as puppets, as slaves, as livestock, as food, as consumables...

"The evil demons and outsiders under this world indeed all deserve to die."

Looking at these demon heads, an inexplicable anger surged from Ink Painting's heart.

Fierce killing intent churned in Ink Painting's chest.

Ink Painting's face changed slightly, and he discovered that within this killing intent, there was a surging baleful aura that he couldn't suppress.

What was going on?

The backlash of the Water Prison Gate's Seven Souls Blood Prison Eye Technique?

Or was it influenced by receiving the Fire Buddha's demon path transmitted baleful true formula?

Or, was it because he had killed too many monsters and evil spirits, and was thus stained with baleful aura?

Ink Painting couldn't figure it out for a while.

But the killing intent at the bottom of his heart became fiercer and fiercer. Influenced by the killing intent, the baleful aura in his eyes also became thicker and thicker.

And this baleful aura even stirred the karma within his life grid.

Behind him, there was a karmic phase of "corpse mountain blood sea" faintly appearing. In the midst of the corpse mountain blood sea, a terrifying dao sin figure was about to call out.

Karmic phases were invisible to the naked eye, but cultivators who studied heavenly mechanisms could perceive them.

Among the people in the field, the most sensitive was Tu Mister.

Perceiving a fearsome "baleful aura," he immediately changed his expression slightly and turned his head to look at Ink Painting.

But before he could see anything, there was a sudden "boom," and the great hall trembled.

That blood-patterned gold coffin by the side of the Yin Corpse Valley's half-human, half-corpse Featherization stage old demon head suddenly seeped out black yin qi, thick like a tide.

What followed were earth-shattering corpse roars and sharp claws constantly scratching the coffin.

The half-human, half-corpse Featherization stage demon head immediately widened both eyes, and said in a shocked voice:

"The Gold Corpse has awakened?!"

Without saying another word, his right arm transformed into a huge corpse claw and pressed down on the coffin board.

His left hand's claws tore open his tongue tip, dipped in thick blood, and drew some evil and strange talismans on the blood-patterned gold coffin.

But this corpse-raising talisman, which had been previously effective everywhere, seemed unable to suppress the gold corpse.

The gold corpse struggled against the gold coffin, still roaring, still struggling, and continuously impacting the gold coffin that bound it.

The coffin board of Yin Corpse Valley was almost impossible to hold down.

And with this sudden change, as the corpse qi surged and caused fright, the killing intent and baleful aura at the bottom of Ink Painting's heart also retreated.

He quickly took a step back, avoiding the opening gold coffin, then restrained his heart and calmed his dao heart.

The baleful aura disappeared, the blood-colored karma retreated, and the terrifying figure that was about to call out from the midst of the corpse mountain blood sea also re-submerged into Ink Painting's life grid.

All abnormalities successively dissipated.

The abnormal movement of the blood-patterned gold coffin also slowly stopped, and the gold corpse inside the coffin also re-entered deep sleep.

The half-corpse Featherization stage old demon sealed the blood-patterned gold coffin back properly, then immediately turned his head and looked fiercely at Ink Painting, his eyes full of unbelievable shock.

Corpse King qi?!

There was the qi machine of the Ten Thousand Corpses Kinger on this boy's body?

Moreover, it was low-level, controllable, and could grow, the most perfect corpse-refining guide.

The half-corpse Featherization stage old demon endured the palpitation in his heart, stretched out his withered and fierce fingers, pointed at Ink Painting, his voice mixed with corpse rot qi, and said to Tu Mister:

"This boy... I want him!"

Tu Mister's pupils shrank slightly, and he said faintly: "I need a reason."

"On this boy's body..." The half-corpse Featherization stage old demon paused, not speaking of the "corpse king" guide matter, only said sinisterly, "There is the inheritance of our Yin Corpse Valley."

Tu Mister frowned.

On the other side, the withered-faced old man who was a sword slave in the Featherization realm said: "Impossible. If this boy is to be given away, he can only be given to me."

The half-corpse Featherization stage old demon's gaze was sharp, "What use do you want him for?"

The sword slave old man said: "He has the lost sword dao inheritance of Tai Xu Gate on his body. This old man wants to take this inheritance and offer it to the demon sword to nurture the sword flow."

The half-corpse old demon sneered: "He is only in the Foundation Establishment stage, how could he have learned the lost inheritance of Tai Xu Gate?"

The sword slave old man similarly said in a cold voice: "He is a disciple of Tai Xu Gate, how could he bear the inheritance of your Yin Corpse Valley?"

Two stocks of demon qi gradually rose and contended with each other.

The two Featherization stage demon heads held cold eyes and did not yield to each other.

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was stifling for a while, and everyone's expressions became nervous.

Shangguan Wang sat and watched the tigers fight, remaining silent.

Tu Mister, however, had to speak.

His gaze was low and deep, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I have said before, this child's identity is special. Before the great array is built and the God Lord descends, this boy must not be touched. After the God Lord descends, we will decide his life and death."

"You two bear the mission of your respective sects. Do not jeopardize important matters for a momentary contention."

The half-corpse old demon glanced at Ink Painting, endured the longing in his heart, nodded and did not speak.

The sword slave old man also had a withered expression and said nothing more.

They had to give face to Tu Mister.

Moreover, at this moment, the matter of the blood sacrifice great array was indeed more important and concerned the overall situation of the demon path. They also couldn't fail to consider the weight and urgency of the matter.

The two Featherization stage old demons furled their flags and stopped their drums, and the atmosphere eased.

And with such a matter occurring, the Ten Thousand Demons Meeting could only stop here.

Tu Mister said: "Many other matters can be discussed later."

"The urgent matter at hand is to fully activate the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array and turn everywhere in the Qian Xue state boundary into a land of living beings' calamity, to serve as a warm bed for the God Lord's revival."

"Once the God Lord is born, boundless fear will descend upon the world, which will also be the time for us and other demon paths to rise again."

A crowd of demon path cultivators, hearing the words, all revealed bloodthirsty eyes and drooling expressions, cupping their hands and saying:

"We are willing to obey mister's words and worship the God Lord's command."

The Ten Thousand Demons Meeting ended. Tu Mister personally took Ink Painting to the dungeon deep within the Great Wild Prison.

He said nothing, only when leaving, he looked deeply at Ink Painting again, his eyes conveying several points of incomprehension.

Not only was he incomprehensible, Ink Painting was actually also a little puzzled.

Great Wild Prison, inside the dungeon.

Ink Painting spread a blanket and lay on the ground, his gaze slightly narrowed, pondering the matters of the Ten Thousand Demons Meeting in his heart.

In the coffin of that Yin Corpse Valley's Featherization stage old demon, was he raising... a gold corpse?

Why would this gold corpse suddenly become violent?

Why did the half-human, half-corpse two-faced old demon head specifically name and want me?

What does this matter have to do with me?

Ink Painting frowned.

Because... the Corpse King of South Yue City?

But hadn't the Corpse King already died?

Could it be that there is still the karma of the Corpse King hidden on my body? Where is it hidden?

Ink Painting realized for the first time that the matter of karma might be much more profound and complex than he thought, and many karmic mysteries on his body seemed to be unclear even to himself...

Besides this, there was also that Demon Sword Gate Featherization stage sword slave old man.

He said he wanted to use Tai Xu Gate's lost sword dao inheritance to feed the demon sword?

What exactly was this "demon sword" of Demon Sword Gate?

Was it purely an evil sword, an inheritance, a sword flow, or... some existence with "life" that relied on devouring other sword dao methods to survive?

That sword slave old man seemed unmoved, but had he been coveting the Tai Xu divine thought transformed sword true formula on my body from the beginning?

He wants to capture me, then torture the sword formula out, and then feed it to the demon sword?

Ink Painting's head ached a little.

So far, he had encountered four Featherization stage cultivators in this great array.

Shangguan Wang wanted to kill him.

Yin Corpse Valley's Featherization stage cultivator wanted to capture him.

Demon Sword Gate's Featherization stage cultivator would also not let him go.

Calculating this way, being by Tu Mister's side was the safest.

At least before the Great Wild Lord truly revived, he should not make a move against himself.

Ink Painting slightly relaxed his breath.

But no matter what, this Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array was absolutely not a place to stay for long.

The Featherization stage old demons were one thing, but the Gold Core stage demon heads of various other demon sects were also not easy to deal with.

He had to make plans early, think of ways early, rescue Yu Er, and leave the great array.

"I just don't know where Yu Er is now..."

Ink Painting's gaze slightly condensed.

And another thing...

According to the two elders of the demon sect, who were also witch sacrifices of the Great Wild royal family: there was a barbaric ancient array diagram composed of ancient strange patterns, obtained from the endless barbaric abyss, improved by the Great Wild's great witch sacrifice, and then sealed and banned by the Shen Tu royal family, which was engraved inside a human-faced, sheep-horned, white-boned evil god statue...

This human-faced, sheep-horned, white-boned evil god statue was very likely hidden inside the god temple at the center of this Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice great array.

And the barbaric ancient array diagram inside the evil god statue was very likely the core of his form... the life array diagram!