Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Raising Demons and Monsters

The territory of the Nine Star Heavenly Sect was also plagued by disaster beasts, and because of the spirit energy density, their strength far exceeded that of the outside world.

It was not about the realm but about strength within the same realm.

The demons that once lived here could give birth to descendants with naturally strong bloodlines due to the high spirit energy density. As a result, the same-level demons here far surpassed those in the outside world.

After transforming into disaster beasts, most of these exceptionally gifted demons did not lose their power; they simply continued to exist in a different form.

Overall, the realm of disaster beasts here was roughly comparable to that of the Luo Dynasty, Qian Yuan Dynasty, and Wind Dynasty—rarely did they reach the level of nation-destroyers, with more occurrences of chaotic times and Great Disasters.

As for beings like the king of the Manifest Realm, Yun Ye had not yet delved deep enough to learn about them.

Yun Ye casually slayed a few disaster beasts whose strength had surged in the darkness as he gradually ventured further into the Star State. He soon discovered some notable details about this Star State.

Certain species of disaster beasts were just too numerous!

After Yun Ye killed a few more, Ming Ri couldn’t help but express her disgust: “It seems like another breeding power like Dongwang!”

Once, those ordinary beings who died by age thirty under Dongwang were actually thrown outside the city, transformed into undead beings, and served as nourishment for the Four Departments of Foreign Warriors.

This nourishment would be passed up layer by layer to the head of the Shui family, and then Dongwang would devour them.

Undead beings were equivalent to the domesticated disaster beasts of Dongwang.

Currently, they had repeatedly slain disaster beasts of the same species, and there was almost a ninety percent chance that they were intentionally bred.

Although they could reproduce after converting into dead matter, the efficiency was nowhere near that of their former lives. If they were weak, they might only produce one offspring in their lifetime, making it impossible to sustain a race.

It was evident that someone was breeding these demons that had not yet transformed into disaster beasts and continuously releasing them.

“It really is possible, and much stronger than Dongwang. Breeding demons certainly has its costs, and raising multiple species is truly not easy,” Yun Ye stated.

Clearly, Dongwang was at the bottom of the hierarchy among these powers; lacking the ability to breed demons, they resorted to raising harmless humans.

In contrast, the Kingdom of Cangpan raised humans and enjoyed big feasts, at least slaying rival races.

In the end, such a powerful force as the Nine Star Heavenly Sect also turned to breeding demons. Their Racial Talent was not weak; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been chosen for breeding. The purpose of breeding was to allow them to grow strong enough to harvest later on.

It remained unclear whether the Nine Star Heavenly Sect had fed these demons humans, but it shouldn’t be the case. How much nourishment could humans provide if they weren’t cultivators?

Dongwang was a last resort, but for the Nine Star Heavenly Sect to breed demons was much simpler; raising highly gifted demons capable of self-cultivation was far easier than humans.

“It seems that we and the demons are quite similar; maybe we shouldn’t undermine each other.”

Yun Ye said.

“That won’t do. Centrally focused on humanity, it’s recognized that only dead demons are good demons. No matter their intentions, they can collapse their own chance; we still have to slay when necessary and breed when needed.”

Ming Ri firmly stated. She opposed humans becoming breeding stocks but did not mind demons being bred; they were merely chickens and ducks.

“Indeed, we don’t know each other well, so slaying when appropriate is necessary.”

Yun Ye nodded.

“If we know them well, wouldn’t we spare them?”

Ming Ri couldn’t help but laugh.

“Demons standing on our side certainly pose no problem. That’s called allegiance, deserving of recognition.”

Yun Ye shrugged.

“Truly doing as you please.”

“Theoretically, you should try to win over all the friends you can, yet in reality, you always fight alone and make decisions as you wish,” Ming Ri said.

“The bottom line is always pushed a little further, which is a way to delay, not recklessness,” Yun Ye explained.

According to the principle of justice, Yun Ye should have dealt with Huo Yang swiftly, especially since she had participated in the massacre under higher-level orders.

But Yun Ye had a reasonable mindset and knew that Huo Yang was his child. Given the circumstances, could he really hold her accountable for previous mistakes and kill her?

This kind of complete justice was simply not aligned with Yun Ye; he felt ordinary, influenced by emotions, and would only do what he desired.

Therefore, the rest of the family members did not receive such treatment.

Yun Ye had no interest in understanding their struggles, nor did he wish to win them over. He had only one word in mind.

Death!

The family members were part of the ruling class; using that reason was merely a desperate excuse when death was imminent. Yun Ye rejected this, even though he was still weak at that time.

However, during the Dongwang City era, Yun Ye lacked the impatience he had in Baishi Town. Even someone like Shui Qingya did not fall victim to his indiscriminate actions.

He needed their power to resist Dongwang, utilizing resources to their fullest.

Killing to grow stronger was a rule of the world and a distortion created by Dongwang—a limitation of the times.

Ultimately, Yun Ye grew stronger, possessing enough power to not fear rebellion from Shui Qingya and the others, so he willingly allowed their remaining strength to be used.

He held no particular opinions about Shui Qingya and others; the entire cultivation class in Dongwang City was devouring each other, and only cultivators were dying, not large amounts of ordinary beings.

Dongwang bore the brunt of that guilt, and if they entrusted this power to Shui Qingya and others, then problems would arise.

After all, in his view, cultivators were the ruling class, the people always thinking about how to seize more resources. Regardless of good or evil, if they died, they died; before he set the rules, he could not pursue the past actions.

But if they directly targeted ordinary beings without cleaning and resolving that, Yun Ye would be quite unhappy and wouldn’t feel as relaxed as now.

Although Yun Ye acted on his whims, he also understood which choices could lead to success and which could not.

Ming Ri’s arguments were ultimately based on the laws of reality, not some ethereal delusions.

The principle of cause and effect cannot be reversed.

Shui Qingya and the others could join him in resisting Dongwang, declare their loyalty, and manage the New Heavenly Dynasty in his place.

Had it not been for Yun Ye’s fortunate chance to open Heaven and Earth, these individuals would have been indispensable during the escape. Without them, Yun Ye likely could have only perished alongside Dongwang.

In such a situation, making the decision to spare these people truly troubled him; the previous Yun Ye would have been indifferent, but the latter had to endure the torment of conscience.

One could only say this is very realistic; without the efforts of predecessors, the later generations have no room for peace.

During Tomorrow Nation’s period, some peculiar people criticized Yun Ye for continuously waging wars, sending young children to the battlefield, arguing that this should have been a joyful time of innocence. Instead, they participated in ideological struggles due to Tomorrow Dao, claiming they could have lived better…

It was unclear whether they deliberately ignored history or were overly optimistic about their situation.

Yun Ye could not truly act as he pleased, while they, on the other hand, seemed to have plenty of leeway.

……

After crossing thousands of miles, Yun Ye and Ming Ri finally saw the first human city.

It was a magnificent city glittering with treasures and ethereal energy, named the Spirit City of Ten Thousand Flowers.

Numerous cultivators flew in the sky, coming and going.

Yun Ye looked around and naturally understood the situation in this area; his insight into all things now allowed him to directly read the memories of everything. The barriers of language and thought were merely clouds in his eyes.

He landed and did not directly descend into the Spirit City from a high perspective; instead, he obediently queued to enter the city.

The city’s barriers were tightly woven; although they could not be avoided, why not use a simpler method?

The line moved quickly.

A guard with a black face and red hair conducted inspections and collected entrance fees.

“Ten Spirit Stones.”

“Here.”

A young spiritual realm cultivator placed his hand on the desk, presenting ten neatly shaped white Spirit Stones.

These Spirit Stones were about the size of a thumb, compressed from spirit energy, containing a substantial amount of easily absorbable pure spirit energy.

This was the common currency of the Star State; each one needed to be crafted by spiritual realm cultivators or mortal realm cultivators assisted by formations, thus holding significant value.

A low-grade spirit pill that enhanced cultivation could be bought for a hundred of these Spirit Stones.

The black-faced, red-haired guard shone a magical item at the ordinary young cultivator, then nodded with a cold smile: “No Calamities, pass. Remember, ten Spirit Stones can only allow you to stay for one day. If you don’t leave the Spirit City when the time is up, don’t blame anyone for ending up in hell!”

“Thank you for the warning.” The ordinary young cultivator cupped his fists; he was not surprised that the guard recognized him as a newcomer. After all, he was a law realm cultivator and had always been connected to this formation. He had never been here before, and there was no record of him in the formation.

“Next, don’t block the way.” The black-faced, red-haired guard waved his hand. If it weren’t for the job requirements, he wouldn’t bother wasting words with a spiritual realm cultivator.

The young cultivator smiled and stepped aside, walking into the city.