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Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Jade Brocade Sword · Oriental
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Chapter 55: The Power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner (Five Updates of Ten Thousand Words, Please Subscribe)

When the formation activated, bizarre phenomena occurred within a radius of several hundred meters.

Accompanied by the shrieks and wails of Yin Souls, tens of thousands of them fused to form a blood river.

With a thunderous roar, the blood river surged downwards, its violent waves rolling in, sweeping up the atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Dust, sand, and leaves whirled up in the fierce winds as the formation rendered the illusory into reality, inflicting tangible harm and bringing terror into the world.

The mere sight of it from afar caused the disciples' bodies to chill and their souls to tremble.

For Cao Yuan and Nan Wenli, who were in the midst of it, the sense of fatal threat was even greater.

With no time for further reaction, the roaring blood river covered them, and Cao Yuan's dozen or so Flying Swords became like drunken flutterers, wavering erratically in the air before one after another fell to the ground.