Chapter 370: Escape to the Ocean

Meng Chuan observed the scabbard at his waist. His Dark Void domain allowed him to see clearly that after absorbing the immense resentment and malevolence from this event, the Demon Slayer blade was trembling continuously, undergoing drastic internal changes.

"The Demon Slayer, originally a demonic blade, was prone to backlashing against its wielder," Meng Chuan mused. "Ever since it absorbed the corpse of that Creation Realm demon, raising it to the level of a Creation-grade divine weapon, absorbing resentment and malevolence has been effortless. Now, it's finally about to change."

Its previous upgrade was a result of absorbing the flesh and blood of the Creation Realm demon's corpse.

As that demon had been dead for a long time, there was little resentment or sin left. In terms of malevolent energy impact, the Demon Slayer had only reached its historical peak.

"Clang, clang."

With the final clang against its scabbard, the Demon Slayer settled. However, its formerly dark red blade had turned pitch black, appearing to absorb all light and spiritual perception.

Meng Chuan felt an inexplicable pull, reaching out to grasp the hilt and draw the blade.

"It can actually tempt me," Meng Chuan thought, unafraid. He gripped the hilt and drew the sword. The moment the blade left its scabbard, Meng Chuan's body stiffened.

An endless sea of blood enveloped Meng Chuan's consciousness, pulling it inward.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

His entire consciousness was saturated with the urge to kill, to be forever immersed in slaughter.

At that moment, the Bloodblade Disk beneath Meng Chuan's feet subtly emitted light, weakening the psychic impact, while his Origin Spirit shielded his consciousness. Despite experiencing the assault, Meng Chuan remained fully lucid.

"What a formidable psychic impact," Meng Chuan mused. "The Bloodblade Disk has significantly weakened this assault, yet it's still far more powerful than the Demon Slayer's previous impacts. Without the Bloodblade Disk, even my fourth-level Origin Spirit would likely have to exert its full power."

Ever since he was attacked by Black Robe Bei Jue's illusionary techniques, Meng Chuan had discovered that the Bloodblade Disk could greatly mitigate attacks on the Origin Spirit. This was why, despite knowing the Demon Slayer was transforming, he remained confident in drawing it. Of course, this confidence also stemmed from his Origin Spirit having reached the fourth level long ago, as the Demon Slayer's previous psychic impacts could be withstood by a third-level Origin Spirit.

"Without the Bloodblade Disk, even a fourth-level Origin Spirit would require an exceptionally strong mind and will to resist," Meng Chuan thought to himself. "The instinctive backlash against me, its wielder, is so powerful. If I were to actively use it against an enemy, its might would be several times greater. It should even affect experts at the fifth level of the Origin Spirit."

"The Demon Slayer seems to have become even more bizarre," Meng Chuan observed the pitch-black blade, which exuded an uncanny allure. "The blade's true position and its apparent position are completely different. Not even the Dark Void domain can pinpoint its actual location; it's as if the blade itself is a small illusionary realm."

He swung the blade.

The black blade light blurred.

It was quite peculiar.

The blade, like an embodiment of sin, allowed Meng Chuan, its wielder, to perceive its true location through his true essence. However, other methods, including the Origin Spirit domain, Electro-Magnetic domain, and Dark Void domain, could not detect it.

"I'll study the Demon Slayer at leisure when I return," Meng Chuan anticipated with a hint of excitement. "If it continues to absorb sin and grow, it might become an incredibly powerful weapon."

With the Tribulation Realm secret treasure, the Bloodblade Disk, the Demon Slayer's aid was limited. Now, it primarily served to absorb resentment and sin.

Meng Chuan looked forward even more to its future.

The Demon Slayer had never before indulged so freely in slaying powerful lives.

A demon monarch possesses a life level equivalent to that of a human Godfiend.

In the human world, how many Godfiends emerge in an era? Meng Chuan had now slaughtered hundreds of thousands of demon monarchs, and all their sin and resentment had been absorbed by the Demon Slayer. The sin and resentment of each demon monarch were thousands, even tens of thousands, of times greater than that of a mortal. This naturally propelled the Demon Slayer to an unprecedented state. Moreover, as the war continued and Meng Chuan's demon monarch kills increased, the Demon Slayer would continue to accumulate power.

Years ago, when Meng Chuan chose the Demon Slayer blade from the divine weapon cave on Yuanchu Mountain, he named it "Demon Slayer" with the explicit intent for it to drink demon blood, consume demon flesh, and devour all demon resentment and sin.

However, slaying hundreds of thousands of demon monarchs to date was something Meng Chuan had never dared to imagine back then.

"Let's go, let's go! That Godfiend is slaughtering demon monarchs underground. We need to escape quickly."

"Sigh, first we were forced to come to the human world, and now we can only flee."

Groups of demon monarchs fled underground.

"The Demon Emperors and Demon Sages told us to flee to the ocean territories, but they still won't allow us back to the Demon Realm."

"Anyone who dares to disobey and return to the Demon Realm will surely die. Better to try and survive here in the human world."

"Who knows when we'll finally be able to kill all humans and truly live on this land."

These ordinary demon monarchs fled in groups, escaping from the Great Yue Dynasty and the Black Sand Dynasty.

"Whoosh."

By evening, Meng Chuan returned to Jiangzhou City.

"A-Chuan," Liu Qiyue greeted him, smiling. "Haven't you been saying lately that fewer and fewer demon monarchs are being detected underground?"

"Yes, I've only been exploring underground in the Great Yue and Black Sand Dynasties for just over three months. Now, the number of demon monarchs I detect each day is decreasing. Today, I only found a little over thirty, whereas before I could find over a thousand in a single day," Meng Chuan replied, shaking his head.

"A letter from Yuanchu Mountain,"

Liu Qiyue handed it to Meng Chuan, smiling. "You'll understand after you read it."

Meng Chuan took the letter, opened it, and nodded. "It's as I suspected. The demon race couldn't tolerate my rampant slaughter. They've finally ordered all the demon monarchs to hide in the ocean territories. I was wondering why, after only just over three months of exploring the Great Yue and Black Sand Dynasties, with a relatively small number of demon monarchs killed, and without much communication among the demon monarchs themselves, the vast majority would have fled. It truly is a unified command from the demon race's high echelons."

"Once they flee into the ocean territories, dispatching demon monarchs to attack cities won't be as easy," Liu Qiyue said, smiling. "I expect the number and frequency of city attacks will significantly decrease."

"Yes," Meng Chuan nodded. "The ocean is tens of thousands of miles from some inland cities. If they all travel overland, our human patrol Godfiends and flying demon servant patrols would easily expose them. And traveling tens of thousands of miles underground is akin to traveling hundreds of thousands of miles overland. It would be incredibly arduous for the demon monarchs."

"The number and frequency of attacks will decrease, but they will still continue," Meng Chuan stated. "If they truly cared about these demon monarchs' lives, they would have ordered them all back to the Demon Realm. World entrances are scattered everywhere; returning to the Demon Realm is not difficult. Yet they haven't fled. Why do they keep attacking cities, forcing conferred Godfiends to guard them?"

"So what do we do?" Liu Qiyue asked.

"The ocean territories are several times larger than the land," Meng Chuan said, shaking his head slightly. "It would take me over a decade to thoroughly explore the deep ocean floor. However, with fewer and fewer demon monarchs found on land, the threat to humanity has significantly decreased."

Indeed.

With a large number of demon monarchs fleeing to the ocean territories, the demon monarchs hunting on the surface in the Great Yue and Black Sand Dynasties naturally became much rarer, greatly alleviating the pressure on patrol Godfiends.

At that moment, the higher-ups of Two World Island and the Black Sand Dynasty were already celebrating! They could clearly deduce from various intelligence reports that demon monarch hunting of mortals on the surface had become rare, and the land was gradually becoming peaceful.

This made them quite admire this mysterious Godfiend.

In just a few months of action, he had influenced the entire situation.

"For so many years, the demon race never withdrew large numbers of demon monarchs to the ocean regions; instead, they kept them lurking underground on land, causing slaughter everywhere," Liu Qiyue remarked with a smile. "Now they've withdrawn, and it's all because of you, A-Chuan."

"This is only a temporary alleviation. To eradicate them completely, I need to reach the Blood Droplet Realm as soon as possible," Meng Chuan countered. "Only then will my divine abilities greatly increase, and my detection range expand. If they hide in the ocean regions, I can sweep them clean in a short amount of time. If the demon race doesn't want large numbers of demon monarchs returning to the Demon Realm, then I'll force them back. If they don't go back, I'll kill them all."

The Demon Realm.

Within Thousand-Cricket Demon Saint's dark cave abode, a powerful will suddenly descended, manifesting a translucent figure within the dwelling: Emperor Xinghe.

"Your Majesty," Thousand-Cricket Demon Saint said respectfully.

"The one-year deadline is approaching. Why haven't you gone to the human world yet?" Emperor Xinghe glared coldly at Thousand-Cricket Demon Saint. Thousand-Cricket Demon Saint had now successfully possessed a body, becoming a third-level demon monarch with black scales on his face and two red antennae on his head.