However, his body did not produce a relic, instead from his corpse, a relic flew out, precisely belonging to the Divine Monk Jing Hui. The choice of this relic is the same as Jialuo’s, the Divine Monk Jing Hui, who witnessed Su Jie’s brutality within Jialuo’s body, dared not to provoke Su Jie after Jialuo’s death, and fled desperately. "Heh heh, Divine Monk Jing Hui, so they say you are a high monk of Western Buddhism. Today, I wish to seek guidance from you on behalf of the Demon Cultivator." Su Jie flicked his finger, and the Netherworld Soul Capturing Pearl surpassed the relic, catching up to it and crashing heavily. The Netherworld Soul Capturing Pearl is an Innate Spiritual Object specialized in Divine Soul attacks, while within the relic, the Yang God of Divine Monk Jing Hui resides, and a Yang God, in essence, is also a Divine Soul. So when the Netherworld Soul Capturing Pearl struck the relic, it directly shattered it into pieces. A faint cry of pain could be heard. Then an elderly figure, wearing a golden Kasaya, with narrow eyes appeared in the void. Upon closer inspection, one noticed the old man’s body was phantasmagoric and shifting, this was the Yang God of the Divine Monk Jing Hui, and his true form in life. "Amitabha Buddha, dear benefactor, there is no hatred between us, if you let me go, our Esoteric Buddhism will surely shower you with gifts to satisfy you. You have no need to assist these Demon Cultivators, they are the scourge of the world, despised and opposed by all, deserving of death." Divine Monk Jing Hui clasped his hands, chanting Buddhist sounds, attempting to coerce and bribe Su Jie. "On the contrary, benefactor, if you continue to press me, then I, a poor monk, shall have no choice but to fight you to the death." The Divine Monk Jing Hui then clutched the Bodhi Beads, his eyes fierce, like a cornered rabbit that bites back. If Su Jie was unwilling to spare him, he would not obediently submit to slaughter, but would gamble everything, hoping to frighten Su Jie away. After all, a Yang God is the strongest Purple Mansion attack, its dying burst is still quite intimidating. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 The scene was tensely watched by the Chongzhou Devils and Qin Yushang, as the reputation of Esoteric Buddhism was quite terrifying. Although Su Jie had slain Jialuo, killing the Yang God of Divine Monk Jing Hui would surely thoroughly offend Esoteric Buddhism. "Just a futile struggle!" Su Jie stepped toward the Divine Monk Jing Hui, smiling domineeringly, "And you, do you know the identity with which I’m speaking to you? Now, look at what you think I resemble." With those words, a thousand-hand centipede crawled out from Su Jie’s sleeve, roaring as it revealed its true form, a massive body like cast iron, a strong, violet-black insect shell, rows of ghostly, pale corpse hands, a terrifying blood-red maw. Its appearance sent tremors through the land for hundreds of miles, causing countless living creatures to tremble in silence, wetting themselves in fear. Beneath Su Jie’s feet, a Nine-grade Sacred Lotus floated, its petals crystal clear, with the phantom of auspicious beasts like dragons, phoenixes, and qilins shining and moving around, spirit light illuminating heaven and earth. The only difference was with the Holy Lotus supposed to be golden, its veins showed a blood-red hue, exuding a strange aura. Behind Su Jie, an endless blood sea spread out. The surging blood sea lifted wave after wave, spreading for untold miles, replacing the cloudy sky with a bleeding dome as if the heavens cried blood, the earth spewed blood rivers, rushing forward, the blood light obscuring the sun, casting the world into a grim Asura World. "Now, do I look like a demon to you?" Su Jie’s facial muscles shifted, reverting to his true form, gazing at the pale Divine Monk Jing Hui, his eyes sharp like blades, thin lips curling in a mocking arc, truly a figure of overwhelming demonic might and terrifying dominance. Divine Monk Jing Hui was aghast, stammering in fright. Under the twilight of the blood sea, Su Jie stood atop the Nine-grade Sacred Lotus with his hands behind his back, the thousand-hand centipede coiling beside him, the canopy of the blood sea overhead casting countless bloody shadows. In this form, saying he isn’t a demon, who in this world could claim that title? Not only was the Divine Monk Jing Hui shocked. The Devils of Chongzhou, upon seeing the thousand-hand centipede and the surging blood sea, a figure instantly popped into their minds. "Blood Demon Ancestor, Su Jie, he is Purple Mansion." "The strongest devil in Qingzhou, Sect Master of Ghost Ridge Palace, Su Jie, it’s really him." "When did he advance to the Purple Mansion? I remember he is quite young." One by one, the powerhouse of Chongzhou Demon Path recognized Su Jie’s identity; the thousand-hand centipede and blood sea were his signatures. Across the realm, only Su Jie had achieved the Top Grade Eight Refinements of the thousand-hand centipede, and his Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill had reached an unparalleled realm, evident by his reverence as Blood Demon Ancestor, showing the depth of Su Jie’s mastery. Upon witnessing Su Jie’s Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill, Sect Master of Blood Demon Cave, Jiang Jin of Taoist Platform Realm Fifth Layer, felt utterly powerless. Previously, he often heard Su Jie’s Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill was unrivaled in the world, yet he had never seen it with his own eyes, always holding a bit of disbelief, thinking Su Jie’s reputation was perhaps simply due to his outstanding battle records, repeatedly defeating and killing those Righteous sect Taoist Platform Realm experts, leading to exaggerated tales. Now, witnessing Su Jie’s Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill firsthand, he realized his previous assumptions were entirely naïve. Compared to Su Jie’s blood sea, his own was just a small puddle, juxtaposing the two was an insult to Su Jie’s skill. "How did he cultivate this? This level of blood sea, could it be the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Skill has reached the tenth layer?" Jiang Jin’s mouth twisted with bitterness, his sixth-layer skill being the strongest realm of Blood Demon Cave, cultivated for over two hundred years to reach this level. He could not fathom how, given Su Jie’s age, even starting cultivation from the womb, nor sacrificing the entire population of Qingzhou, could achieve such effects. "Blood Demon Ancestor, Su Jie..." Beneath the veil, Qin Yushang’s expression changed entirely. She had heard of Su Jie’s fierce reputation, a few years ago, he wiped out Guan Chao Pavilion, shocking the Da Li Dynasty, being the most powerful devil dwelling in Qingzhou. She had just worried about Su Jie’s safety, but with Su Jie’s true identity revealed, not only was he the strongest demon cultivator from Qingzhou, but also a supreme Great Demon of Purple Mansion Realm, her brow furrowed promptly, aware that the Heavenly Patrol Department still had a warrant for Su Jie. On one hand, Su Jie’s earlier actions, in a sense, saved her from Jialuo, yet on the other hand, their factions were enemies. Thus, her feelings towards Su Jie became highly complex. The assembly of Chongzhou demons was staggered by Su Jie’s true identity, a Purple Mansion Realm demon cultivator, while the previous generation of demons from Chongzhou had a Purple Mansion Realm demon cultivator over three hundred years ago. This more than three hundred years, Chongzhou hadn’t had another Purple Mansion Realm demon cultivator. Yet now, in the region where the Da Li Dynasty’s Demon Path prospered the most, not a True Demon emerged for centuries, unexpectedly, in Qingzhou where the Righteous sect flourished, Su Jie emerged as a Purple Mansion True Demon. This revelation shook Chongzhou’s Demon Path powerhouses beyond words; none would dare question Su Jie’s might, for wiping out Guan Chao Pavilion was proof enough, let alone witnessing Su Jie’s undefeated demonic power. "Old monk, come then, use all your life’s learning, and entertain me." Su Jie’s gaze turned bloodthirsty, punctuated by a chilling, domineering laughter. The thousand-hand centipede roared upward, countless Purple Light Rays like a rainstorm, forcing the Divine Monk Jing Hui to jump and flee embarrassingly but unable to completely evade, many parts pierced, making the Yang God resemble a hollow honeycomb. Moreover, the blood sea began to roll and cover more ground, wave upon wave rushing, causing the Yang God of the Divine Monk Jing Hui to smoke in places, rapidly corroded beneath the blood sea, looking very pitiful. This former Purple Mansion Realm Divine Monk could only struggle in the blood sea.