Blood flowed from the helmet of the god artifact. The ancestor of the Mo family's eyes had lost their luster. It was even possible to clearly see that a few cracks had appeared on his eyeballs as they constantly bled.
The ancestor of the Mo family fell powerlessly from the sky, smashing into the ground below. With a heavy thud, a huge crater appeared in the ground as dust filled the air.
Jianchen stowed the Startling Rainbow sword away. The surging presence on him gradually vanished as well.
He arrived before the crater the ancestor of the Mo family had created. When he stood there, the dust in the air immediately dispersed. Under the control of an invisible force, the ancestor of the Mo family slowly floated up from the crater. Blood constantly flowed from the god artifact.
Jianchen removed the god artifact from the ancestor of the Mo family's corpse. Only now did he finally see the ancestor's head.
His entire head had been reduced to pieces. Red and white matter mixed together, giving off an indescribable sense of disgust.
Apart from his head, even his upper body was a mess of flesh and blood. He did not have a body as tough as Jianchen's, so even his body had almost been shattered.
Fortunately, the Space Ring on the ancestor of the Mo family's finger was not destroyed. However, it was covered in tiny, web-like cracks.
The Space Ring was on the brink of collapsing now.
"This Space Ring can shatter at any time. I need to move the items out as soon as possible." Without any hesitation, Jianchen immediately moved all the items from the Space Ring into his own Space Ring.
However, to his surprise, he discovered quite a few high grade divine crystals in the ancestor's Space Ring.
There were close to ten cubic meters in total.
Moreover, there were a few scattered mid grade divine crystals. As mid grade divine crystals were not very useful for the cultivation of Overgods, the ancestor of the Mo family only had a few thousand mid grade divine crystals in his Space Ring. Every single one was only the size of a finger.
Jianchen also discovered a few cultivation methods and battle skills in the Space Ring. However, they were all demonic cultivation methods. They were far more evil than the Empyrean Demon Arts that Houston practised. Jianchen frowned when he saw them.
In the end, Jianchen destroyed all the cultivation methods and battle skills. They were just too vicious.
As for the various materials and heavenly resources, they were not of particularly high quality. Jianchen only glanced through them roughly before stowing them away in his Space Ring.
"Although these things are basically useless to me, I can leave them for the Tianyuan family. Whether it's heavenly resources or materials, they're all valuable to the elders of the clan," Jianchen thought.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, Jianchen let out a soft cry of surprise. He discovered a black box in the Space Ring. It lay in an inconspicuous corner quietly, enveloped by a formation.
Jianchen took out the black box and studied it carefully before breaking through the formation.
Suddenly, a cold presence radiated from the black box. At that moment, Jian Chen seemed to hear the howls and shrieks of countless vengeful spirits. It was an extremely miserable sound.
Jianchen frowned, and he became rather stern. He slowly opened the black box, and immediately, a dense, black mist surged out from the box, enveloping Jianchen.
A gleam of light shone through Jianchen's eyes. The dense, black mist was unable to obstruct his vision at all. His gaze pierced through the mist, and he could clearly see a palm-sized flag lying in the black box.
When Jianchen's gaze landed on the flag, various chaotic noises rang out in his head. He heard the howls of ghosts, the pleas of women, and the cries of endless pain.
In his mind, a scene appeared. The scene was filled with ferocious and terrifying ghosts. Some were delicate and pitiful, and some were filled with endless evil. They made one's hair stand on end. There were so many of them that they covered the sky and covered the sun. It was like hell on earth.
"Collect the souls of mortals and assist me in refining a demon artifact. I'll bestow upon you the power of fortune and allow you to reach the peak …"
It was also at this moment that an obscure voice rang out in Jianchen's head. The voice possessed a mysterious charm, and it was filled with bewitchment. It actually made Jianchen's eyes blur as if he had lost himself.
The obscure voice seemed to become the voice of the world in Jianchen's sea of consciousness. It represented the will of the world and was irresistible. It reverberated through Jianchen's sea of consciousness, affecting Jianchen's mind.
It was as if the voice wanted to use this method to forcefully implant its will into Jianchen's mind, influencing Jianchen's thoughts.
However, Jianchen's soul was different. It was a combination of a fighter and a Radiant Saint Master. It had undergone a fundamental transformation, causing his soul to mutate. It was different from ordinary people, and it possessed Martial Soul Force.
According to Fairy Haoyue, Martial Soul Force was as rare as phoenix feathers even with the entire Saints' World in perspective. There were truly only a handful of them.
The confusion in Jianchen's eyes only lasted for a few seconds before they cleared up.
However, the demonic voice that wanted to implant its will in Jianchen's sea of consciousness was completely unaware. It continued to speak like a machine, telling Jianchen the method to collect souls.
Killing intent immediately surged in Jianchen's heart when he heard that. He said coldly, "What a vicious method. It actually wants a woman born on a yin day and month to become a seed. On the day of the yin day and month, it also wants a man born on a yin day and month to impregnate her. When the baby is about to be born, it chooses a yin day and month to cruelly kill the mother and child before using such a vicious method to extract their souls. It's all for the sake of refining a demon artifact."
Jianchen looked at the black banner again. He sensed the ghosts that were as dense as a black cloud. Sorrow filled his heart.
There were already several hundred thousand ghosts in there. Every single one of them had been pregnant when they were alive. They were mortal women who had not started cultivating, and their babies were about to be born.
"What a vicious demon. Just how many innocent mortals would he kill to refine a demon artifact? Since the ancestor of the Mo family obtained the banner, many of the hundreds of thousands of ghosts must have come from him. The ancestor of the Mo family deserved to die, "Jianchen said coldly.
Mortals were different from fighters. Once fighters began cultivating, it was unavoidable for their hands to be stained with blood in their pursuit of strength. In reality, whether it was the Tian Yuan Continent or the Saints' World, every single expert had basically made it through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. However, they had become experts through countless corpses.
As a result, the deaths of fighters were not worthy of sympathy.
However, mortals were different. Their lives were short, so they should enjoy their short lives.
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