The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

Chapter 073: A Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of Blood:

Kill, kill, kill!

The weak demon clan creatures were nowhere near enough to satiate Lu Ye’s desire for slaughter. But it didn’t matter—he wasn’t picky. As long as a living being dared to enter, he dared to kill it.

Through Lu Ye’s relentless killing, the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor tried to attach his parasitic power to Lu Ye’s body. 

Normally, the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor wouldn’t parasitize humans, as his cultivation method—the Demon Scripture—was designed to work perfectly only with demons. But Lu Ye’s potential was too tempting to resist.

To the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor, Lu Ye was like a blossoming Dao flower, the fruit of enlightenment, a personified path to the Dao itself. If he could parasitize Lu Ye, he would willingly abandon his true form without hesitation.

So what if this was a parasitic host? 

Let Lu Ye kill to his heart’s content. The more he killed, the stronger the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s power became. He couldn’t believe that, as a Demon Emperor, he couldn’t contend with a human at the Void Refining Realm.

As time passed, the number of demon corpses piled higher and higher. Rivers of blood flowed below, and mountains of bodies formed above. The nauseating stench of blood filled the air, but Lu Ye reveled in the environment. 

It was perfect for him, as if he were a fish in water.

The Lotus of Slaughter continued to stir Lu Ye’s bloodlust. His primary consciousness observed this scene without much emotion. In truth, this situation wasn’t as revolting or painful as when he had to slaughter the young demons of the past. Back then, killing those defenseless creatures, barely able to fight back, still dependent on their parents, had disgusted him to his core.

But what choice did he have? 

Once the slaughter began, stopping was impossible. It was agonizing. Zhuque had tried to persuade him during that time, but did she think he didn’t already know that killing the weak was wrong? Her words only deepened his torment.

Lu Ye’s worldview and moral compass had always told him to protect the weak and reject cruelty. But reality forced him to acknowledge that if he didn’t kill, even more lives would be lost in the future. 

Back then, Lu Ye hadn’t yet developed a Dao heart as unyielding as iron. He felt pain and revulsion toward his actions.

That massacre hardened him. From then on, slaughter was just slaughter—nothing more, nothing less.

Those young demons from the past had pretended to be pitiful, disguising themselves as helpless. But the young demons entering now were completely different. 

Each one bore a vicious and menacing expression, all hosts of the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s parasitic power.

How many had come so far? 

A hundred thousand? 

Judging by the mountain of corpses, it must have been around that number. Yet their numbers seemed to dwindle.

Lu Ye’s primary consciousness sensed something amiss. His body, now controlled by bloodlust, grew impatient. 

The demons were coming too slowly. There was a real chance his body would dive into the vortex and enter the demon realm for an all-out massacre.

Charging into the demon realm wasn’t a big deal, but the problem lay elsewhere—he hadn’t yet engraved his name on the Eternal Prodigy Rankings. Watching his body revel in the carnage, he almost forgot one of his primary objectives in entering the ancient battleground.

Lu Ye’s blood-red eyes fixed on the vortex. 

With his simplified and primal thought process, his body recognized the numerous living beings on the other side. He began to move.

Was he really going to leave?

Lu Ye’s primary consciousness felt a twinge of helplessness. Fine, if he had to leave, so be it. This wasn’t something he could control.

But to his surprise, while he was willing to leave, the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor wasn’t. This body was the Demon Emperor’s ideal host. How could he allow it to escape before Lu Ye engraved his name on the Eternal Prodigy Rankings?

Thus, more demons poured in. 

This time, many were older, barely holding onto their vitality, their cultivation weaker than expected, and some already showing signs of aging.

They were no longer limited to demons under twenty years old. The options expanded significantly. Previously, the focus on younger demons was because they represented a lower investment—they could be replaced easily if killed. The sunk cost was minimal. But now that Lu Ye seemed ready to leave, the Demon Emperor could no longer worry about sunk costs.

All demons, young or old, charged in to die!

Another wave of demon explosions erupted.

Lu Ye paused his steps, his expression serious, swinging his stone sword with unrelenting fervor. He killed with sheer delight.

…

In the Nine Dragon Valley, disciples who had fled from the ancient battleground gradually calmed down after some reassurance. Yet the psychological trauma they suffered was not so easily resolved. The nightmares from the ancient battleground would likely haunt them for years, disturbing their dreams countless times.

Cultivators were still human. And humans have limits to what their minds can endure.

The sects, mourning the heavy losses, felt their hearts ache as they watched their disciples stabilize. A generational gap had formed. Sects like the Yin-Yang Law Sect and the Supreme Emperor Dynasty had almost lost an entire generation of young cultivators.

While other sects would gain a new generation of strong disciples, these sects would likely face a prolonged period of decline.

“Xu Mo, look at me. Do you remember who killed your senior brothers?” an elder of the Mountain River Treasure Tower Sect asked.

It was hard to believe that a Void Refining Realm cultivator like Xu Mo could be so terrified that his spirit seemed utterly shattered.

Xu Mo’s eyes were hollow as his mind replayed the scene of his senior brother, a Unity Realm cultivator, summoning the Sky Net Shield, only to be smashed—shield and all—with a single punch. Flesh and blood were obliterated into fragments.

Everyone was dying. Everyone was being crushed.

He ate Nascent Souls—one after another. The Nascent Souls even bled.

“Urgh…” Xu Mo vomited again. Gone was the graceful and composed demeanor he had displayed before Bai Qiulan.

The Mountain River Treasure Tower Sect was helpless. They had no choice but to ask someone else.

Eventually, a disciple who had escaped early, his view partially obscured and his spirit relatively intact, provided a description. He saw Lu Ye’s face and began sketching with trembling hands.

The first thing he drew was the aura of malevolence, blazing like flames.

With his vivid description, an image emerged—a ferocious, terrifying young man, his aura of hostility seemingly unending. The youth was strikingly handsome, like a figure from legend, but his cold and ruthless expression could frighten even infants into silence.

“Is this the one?”

The disciple nodded vigorously.

“Are his eyes really that big?” The elder, staring at the oversized eyes in the sketch, found it hard to believe. The proportions seemed exaggerated.

The disciple nodded again, even more firmly. “I saw it with my own eyes. This is exactly how he looked!”