Shu E Mountain was the location of the Demon God's Sect.

People often say that evil cannot be righteous, but the truth is better than eloquence.

Three hundred years ago, on the peak of Mount Shu, there was a famous sect known as the Yin-Yang Sect. The palace stood tall and imposing with clouds and mist swirling around it, making the people yearn for it.

Right now, the palace was still the same as before, completely unrecognizable. The Shu E Mountain was no longer the holy land for cultivation that mortals yearned for. Instead, it had become a forbidden ground for mortals to talk about.

In the past, there was a stone door in front of the entrance of the Yin Yang Sect. The stone door was inscribed with the words "Yin Yang Sect".

Right now, the mountain gate was still intact. The stone gate's signboard had been replaced with the words' Demonic God Sect '. It was as black as ink, and it seemed as if it could swallow mountains and rivers; it was absolutely soul-stirring.

Time passed, and the mountain was still the same. The disciples that entered and left the mountain were no longer from the Yin Yang Sect, but from the Demon God Sect.

Three hundred years ago, Mount Shu's peak was guarded by a famous righteous faction called the Yin-Yang Sect. The evil and petty cultivators could only hide at the bottom of Mount Shu's peak.

The truth was not absolute. Three hundred years ago, a single person had changed the fate of the Yinyang Sect. This person was the youngest sect master of the Demonic God Sect today — Zhong LiWentian.

In the early years of his life, Zhong Li came from a prestigious and upright sect. Because he was framed, he defected and joined the demon race, craftily assaulting the Yinyang Sect.

The Yin Yang Sect had been destroyed, and countless disciples had died. Only a few had gone out to do business and train themselves, but they had luckily escaped the disaster and changed their name to save their lives.

Three hundred years ago, the Yin Yang Sect was exterminated and the other famous sects were kept in the dark. By the time the righteous cultivators came to their senses, the Demonic Sect had already occupied the Yin Yang Sect, making it too late.

After the evil disciples took over the Yin Yang Sect, they changed their appearances and officially established the Demon God Sect. They proclaimed the world as the world, and the former Yin Yang Sect was removed from the world of cultivation.

Three hundred years ago, Zhongli Wentian's cultivation was at the late stage of Divine Tribulation and he was extremely quick-witted. He was the representative of the Demon God's Sect as they traversed the mortal world.

The first thing Zhong Li Wentian did after taking over the position of sect head was to open a path between the peak of Mount Shu and the foot of the mountain. The peak of the mountain was connected to the foot of the mountain, making it convenient for the followers to pass through.

When the foot of the mountain was connected to the peak, the second thing he did was to establish a large blood pool at the bottom of the mountain.

The function of the blood pool was to speed up the cultivation of evil beings.

During the construction of the blood pool, the four walls of the blood pool were engraved with an array. The array formation was the key, it could keep the blood fresh for a long time and prevent the blood from solidifying.

After the construction of the blood pool was completed, it needed more blood for the disciples to cultivate. The disciples would often bring back some people and animals and kill them. They would take their blood essence and pour it into the blood pool.

Not only was there human and beast blood in the pool, there were also many precious spirit items, herbs, and even some special ores. As long as there was something useful for cultivation, it could be stored inside.

The reason why evil people were not tolerated on the righteous path in the world was because their cultivation did not follow the rules and was too extreme. They always wanted to find a shortcut and harm all the living creatures in the world, harming others and themselves.

For example, a blood pool. Every blood pool was completely filled with blood, from completely filled to dried up, and then completely filled to the brim. Who knew just how many lives would have to be sacrificed.

In the eyes of mortals, cultivators could go up to the heavens and reach the earth. There was nothing they couldn't do, but what they didn't know was that behind the back of a cultivator's cultivation was a huge tribulation.

Thus, when cultivators cultivated, they often needed an independent space that was unaffected by the outside world.

When building a large blood pool, many blood cells were built through magical formations.

Blood chambers were divided into four different sizes: small, medium, large, and top quality.

The level of cultivation of the members of the Demon God's Sect would determine their status within the sect. The higher their cultivation and status, the higher the grade of the blood chamber they used.

Blood chambers were divided into different types. There were pure human blood chambers, pure demonic beast blood chambers, precious stones blood chambers, medicinal herbs blood chambers, and even mixed blood chambers.

The mixed blood chamber was very special. One had the blood essence of a human, the blood essence of a demonic beast, as well as ores, spirit stones, medicinal herbs, and so on.

At this moment, in a medium-sized mixed blood chamber, there was a young man in his early twenties who was sitting cross-legged while cultivating. The blood essence in the pool surrounded him and the energy in his blood continued to converge onto his body.

The cultivation of the members of the Demon God's Sect was different from that of the cultivators from the cultivation sects. The cultivation of the cultivators from the respectable and upright sects took place in an orderly fashion.

The disciples of the Demon God's Sect cultivated in the opposite direction. If they didn't follow the normal route, they would plunder foreign energy, and this external energy was extremely tyrannical. If it forced its way into their body, it could change their physique, but couldn't avoid suffering.

The youth sat cross-legged within the pool of blood. He was in a meditative state, and sweat flowed down from his forehead. The corners of his mouth were slightly twitching, and it could be seen that he was definitely suffering from extreme pain.

The blood in the pool gradually dried up, leaving behind only a few impurities.

A portion of the remnants were useless substances left within the blood essence. A portion belonged to the remnants of gems and spirit medicine, and a portion belonged to the impurities within the young man's body.

At the same time, a black light appeared. The sect head of the Demon God's Sect, Zhong LiWentian, appeared next to the blood pool. Looking at the handsome young man, he smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"Un, not bad. You have improved again!"

"It's been thirteen years. You've suffered!"

The youth had followed him for thirteen years and had never stopped cultivating. From a small to a medium-sized blood chamber, he had to suffer almost every day.

He remembered that this youth had only been in the sect for three years, yet Zhongli Wentian had not taught him any cultivation arts. He only had one requirement for this youth, and that was to master his clan's body tempering technique.

The youth family's body tempering technique was divided into five levels: Skin Forging, Blood Transformation, Bone Refining, Vein Expansion, and Viscera Building.

Under the guidance of the family's Patriarch, the youth had already completed his third layer of the Skin Forging, Blood Transformation, and Bone Refining techniques. The remaining two layers were called Pulse Expansion and Viscera Building techniques, which were the most dangerous.

Expanding his meridians, even the slightest carelessness would destroy his meridians and build up his internal organs. If he wasn't careful, he would die.

In these three years, the young man was not in any danger, and he finally persevered, completing the last two levels of his body tempering technique.

Three years later, Zhongli Wentian began imparting other techniques to the youth and arranged for the youth to enter the blood pool to cultivate. The youth would try his best to find any resources he needed.

The youth cultivated his clan's body tempering technique, expanding his meridians and building up his internal organs. It was extremely dangerous, and he had finally endured it.

During the next ten years, the youth would enter the blood pool to cultivate. Every day, he would suffer the daily torment of violent energy. It was an unspeakable suffering.

During these thirteen years, Zhongli Wentian had never gone into seclusion to cultivate. He had placed all his heart and soul into this youth's body. He had always remembered this youth's pain in his heart.

At this moment, seeing that the youth had completed his cultivation, he felt gratified.

When the youth saw that his master had arrived, he immediately stood up and bowed. Thinking about his own life, he was not satisfied with the fact that he had received the praise of his master due to his small achievements in cultivation.

"Compared to the pain in my heart, this bit of suffering is nothing."

Thirteen years ago, there was an astonishing phenomenon in the sky. To the cultivators of the world, this was an opportunity.

To the young man, it was a disaster. His clan was exterminated, and he was perhaps one of the survivors.

Thirteen years ago, if not for Zhong Li Wentian risking his life to be chased down by cultivators and demons to save the young man, the young man most likely would have died a long time ago.

How could he not know of the suffering in the youth's heart?

"Changsheng, no matter how bitter your heart is, you have to endure. Now is not the time to take revenge!"

That's right, the young man was Shentu Village's fallen Shentu Clan, the eldest son of Shentu Zhong and Shentu Xiao Ci — Shentu Changsheng.

After Shentu Village disappeared and the Shentu Clan was exterminated, perhaps he was one of the survivors.

Zhongli Wentian was very sympathetic to the Shentu Clan's final bloodline and their only disciple. He was worried that his disciple would be blinded by hatred and be forced to speak out to stop them, regardless of the consequences.

"Master, don't worry. If I don't have enough strength, I won't act rashly."

Shentu Changsheng, who had just turned twenty, had never left Shentu Village thirteen years ago. In these thirteen years, he had been busy with cultivation and never went out, walking the martial arts world.

However, his mental fortitude was abnormally firm. He was in no way inferior to some old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.

If he wanted to take revenge on those cultivators and demon beasts that wanted to kill him at all times, he would only be courting death. Even if his master did not remind him, he would not act rashly.

"Mm, that's good!"

"Changsheng, you've cultivated for many years. You can barely make it out into the outside world."

As long as his disciple did not act impulsively, Zhongli Wentian would be at ease in letting him leave the sect to roam the outside world for a bit, accumulating experience in various aspects.

"Master, you want me to go out and gain experience?"

How could Shentu Changsheng not recognize his master's intention to train himself in the cultivation world? He had been busy with his cultivation and had not had the time to consider going out to train. He was somewhat surprised by his master's sudden decision.

"That's right. You've encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation, right?"

For the past thirteen years, Zhongli Wentian had been paying close attention to his disciple's cultivation. He was extremely familiar with the problems his disciple had encountered and he already knew that his disciple had reached a bottleneck.

"Yes, Master!"

His realm broke through extremely fast, and as his cultivation continued to increase, the speed of his cultivation slowed down. In the past year, his cultivation had not broken through at all, and this was the bottleneck his master had mentioned.

"Staying in the blood pool for a long time won't help your cultivation, but will instead harm you!"

"Cultivation requires a moment of relaxation, a moment of meditation and cultivation. If you stress yourself too much, it will backfire. You should properly relax!"

"Besides, you have been hidden for so many years. It's time for you to show your face, or else, some people will have already forgotten the mistakes they made."

Ever since he saved his disciple, Zhongli Wentian had always wanted him to cultivate and never let him be born. On one hand, it was to focus on cultivating and on the other hand, it was to protect him.

"Understood, Master!"

Cultivation relies on taking shortcuts, and there are many drawbacks. If he were to continue cultivating using external forces, he might be unable to keep up with his comprehension. If this were to continue, his cultivation would surely go berserk.

His master let him go out to train, and it just so happened that he could increase his experiences while accumulating insights at the same time. Shentu Changsheng was grateful for his master's painstaking efforts.