Chapter 289: The Reckoning Begins, A Bloody Massacre
"Judging an Immortal King Shi?"
"Us?"
The people within the Emperor Pass were paralyzed by terror.
A group of Supremes like us? Cultivators who hadn't even touched the threshold of Immortality?
To judge an Immortal King?
The entire Emperor Pass remained silent. And silent. And still silent.
An oppressive aura, heavier than a collapsed universe, pressed down on every soul. It wasn't just fear that kept them quiet; it was the sheer, suffocating presence of a true Immortal King.
From within the ancient, time-scarred Primordial Emperor City, people began to walk out.
They emerged not as proud warriors, but as remnants.
Children in clothes worn to rags, their faces smudged with grime, their eyes wide and hollow.
Old people leaning on broken spears as crutches, their bodies frail, seeming to be on their last breath.
The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.
This was the lineage left behind by the King—a city populated only by those who could barely fight, yet had held the line for countless eras.
"Ancestor!"
The cry was a choked sob, ripping from the throat of an elder within the Emperor Pass.
From the "Sinful" compounds, the Shi Clan tribe living within the Emperor Pass also walked out, drawn by the call of their blood.
They were no different. Old, weak, sick, and disabled, dressed in the poorest of fabrics, bearing the brand of 'sinners'.
The two sides looked at each other from a distance—one from the Primordial City, one from the Emperor Pass.
Their eyes met, and recognition sparked. Tears streamed down weathered faces.
Neither side had ever expected to meet their distant kin. That this first meeting would be under such devastating circumstances, each side revealing their misery to the other.
One side was wretched. The other... was just as broken.
Countless people cried bitterly, their wails echoing against the city walls.
The Shi Clan of the Emperor Pass had, for endless generations, resented their ancestors.
They resented the "sin" that had been branded upon their bloodline. Why had their ancestors committed such a grave, unforgivable mistake?
A mistake that forced them, their children, and their children's children to atone for generations.
[Inorin's Note: The "sinful blood" (Sin Blood) was a curse and slander placed on the descendants of the Seven Kings of the Borderlands, including the Shi Clan, claiming their ancestors were traitors. This was used to suppress them.]
But now, seeing this other lineage emerging from the Primordial Emperor City—a lineage that had clearly been fighting at the true front line...
They finally understood.
Their ancestors had never betrayed the Nine Heavens. They had been fighting, suffering, and dying for them all along.
…
The people of the Primordial Emperor City felt a matching despair.
They had endured isolation and endless war, believing they were protecting their kin in the "safe" rear of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Now, seeing the state of their clansmen—branded as sinners, living in rags, just as broken as they were...
Their hearts felt as if they were being twisted by a serrated knife.
What had all their long, agonizing efforts been for?
Countless tears flowed, mixing with the dust.
A suffocating, heartbreaking aura permeated the entire scene, silencing even the wind.
Looking at these two broken halves of a once-great clan, gathered together in their shared misery, no one else in the Emperor Pass dared to make a sound.
This was not just an accusation. This was a mirror showing the rot within the Pass.
In the minds of countless Supremes and cultivators.
There was only one, cold thought.
"It's over!"
Their judgment was here.
Immortal King Shi looked at his descendants. His gaze swept over the ragged children and the dying old men.
His anger, which had been a cold pressure, now burned with a fierce, personal fire. The entire world contorted with his mood.
The sky above the Emperor Pass ripped open. Lightning, dark as obsidian, flashed and roared. A gale howled, carrying the stench of ozone and ancient blood. The very stars in the sky dimmed, unable to bear his gaze.
This was the wrath of an Immortal King.
The world itself trembled.
"I, Immortal King Shi, have returned," his voice was not loud, yet it pierced the soul of every living being for millions of li.
"Who says my clan is guilty? Who condemns me?"
His voice echoed between heaven and earth, a question that was also a verdict.
His gaze, cold as the void, swept over the assembled forces of the Emperor Pass. He didn't need to search. He knew.
"Is it you, Demonic Dragon Dao Sect?"
As soon as the name was spoken, the Great Dao itself moved. Space twisted violently.
Countless people were ripped from their residences, from the city walls, from their meditation chambers, and appeared, dazed and terrified, in the sky.
They were teleported instantaneously, held aloft by an invisible, irresistible force.
From their white-haired Supreme ancestors down to the youngest disciples of the Blood Transformation Rank.
[Inorin's Note: The Blood Transformation Realm is one of the foundational realms of cultivation in the 'Perfect World' setting, focusing on strengthening the blood and body.]
Not one member of the sect was missed.
All of them appeared, forced into a kneeling position in the air.
The people of the Demonic Dragon Dao Sect looked at each other, their eyes wide with sheer panic. A moment later, countless pleas for mercy erupted.
"Immortal King, spare us! Spare our lives!"
"It was not our will! It was the Sect's command, the ancestors' decree!"
"The ancient books recorded the Shi Clan as sinners! We were truly unaware of the truth!"
The cacophony of panicked screams was irritating to the ear.
Immortal King Shi merely frowned.
In just an instant, a pressure clamped down. Every mouth was forced shut. Every throat was constricted.
Everyone was silenced, able to do nothing but tremble.
"Is it you, Sword Valley?"
Immortal King Shi ignored their silent pleas, his gaze moving on.
Another tear in reality. Another large group of people—this time, cultivators reeking of sword intent—were dragged into the sky, forced to kneel beside the first group.
They too were rendered mute, fear filling their eyes as they understood their fate.
The King's cold eyes scanned the crowd again, landing on a group of figures radiating a holy, yet hypocritical, light.
"Or is it the people of your Immortal Palace?"
Another large group appeared, their opulent robes marking them instantly.
Immortal King Shi's voice was like a death knell, a roll call for the apocalypse. With every name, batch after batch of people was ripped from the Emperor Pass and forced to kneel in the sky.
In just a short while.
The entire sky above the Emperor Pass was densely filled with kneeling figures, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Among them were many renowned experts, even those at the peak of the Supreme Realm. They were pillars of the Emperor Pass, yet now, they were helpless livestock waiting for slaughter.
[Inorin's Note: The Supreme Realm (Zhi Zun Jing) is the pinnacle of cultivation below true immortality in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.]
"And most importantly… you!"
The Immortal King's patience snapped. He extended a colossal hand, not at the Pass, but into the profound, empty space above it.
His hand plunged into the void, shattering layers of hidden dimensions. A terrifying power erupted, causing the Great Dao itself to groan.
"AHH!"
"Immortal King Shi, spare us! We know our crimes! We are willing to atone!"
"We will contribute to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands! We will fight to the death!"
"Now that the great tribulation is about to begin, Immortal King Shi is benevolent! You should prioritize the overall situation! Please, give us a chance to atone for our merits!"
Miserable, ancient screams echoed throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
The owners of these voices were unmistakable.
Precisely. The Remnant Immortals.
[Inorin's Note: Remnant Immortals (Can Xian) are survivors from the last epoch who are incomplete, often wounded, and hide in the Nine Heavens. They are immensely powerful but cowardly and self-serving.]
The true Immortals who had been hiding behind forces like the Immortal Palace, manipulating events from the shadows.
The Immortal King's hand pulled.
Several figures, wreathed in decaying Immortal light, were dragged screaming from their hidden pocket dimensions. They were slammed into the air, forced to kneel alongside the mortals.
These beings knew the truth of that ancient war. They knew the Shi Clan was innocent. But they did not come out to explain; instead, they deliberately suppressed the truth and pushed the slander.
Those powerful sects were merely their pawns.
How could the Immortal King possibly let them go?
A True Immortal. How powerful was that?
A single word could shatter mountains and boil seas. Killing a Supreme was as easy as breathing.
But now?
Before Immortal King Shi, a genuine, complete Immortal King, they could not stir the slightest ripple. They were as ants before a dragon.
These high-and-mighty True Immortal existences were now suppressed, kneeling, their faces masks of pure, unadulterated terror.
"Did your ancient struggle with the Kunpeng's lineage blind you so completely with bloodlust?"
Immortal King Shi stared directly at the Remnant Immortal from the Immortal Palace, the one who had coveted the Kunpeng's supreme technique. His words dripped with angry disgust.
[Inorin's Note: The Immortal Palace was an ancient enemy of the Kunpeng, a powerful True Dragon-era divine bird. They hunted its descendants, which is how they first came into conflict with Shi Hao, who inherited the Kunpeng's art.]
"Immortal King Shi, we were misled! We were blinded! We know our mistake now!" The Remnant Immortal of the Immortal Palace groveled, his voice cracking.
"Please, give us a chance! We will fight the Foreign Realm! We will resist the great tribulation!"
Immortal King Shi had not yet spoken when Shi Jian, standing calmly at his side, let out a short, disdainful laugh. It was a sound that cut through the pleas.
"Atone? Resist?" Shi Jian sneered, looking at the groveling immortal. "A Remnant Immortal, scared witless by the Foreign Realm for an entire epoch, now wants to join the fight?"
"Let's be honest. At the first sight of an enemy Immortal King, you'll be the first to surrender on the battlefield and sell out the Nine Heavens!"
Shi Jian's smile widened, but it was devoid of humor. "You don't know you were wrong. You just know you're about to die."
He turned to Immortal King Shi. "Ancestor… just kill them all. If people like this are our defense against the Foreign Realm, it would be the greatest joke in history."
A cruel, chilling smile appeared on Shi Jian's lips. His eyes scanned the tens of thousands of kneeling cultivators.
"In fact, they still have one final use."
"I have a Divine Ability here, a... unique one. It's called the Great Bloodline Art," Shi Jian said, his voice casual. "It's the very art I used to establish a connection with you across the realms."
He continued, "This art uses Bloodline as the ultimate medium. It allows one person's ascension—their power, their cultivation, their comprehension—to directly benefit all their kin."
Shi Jian's smile turned predatory. "It also works in reverse. We can... refine... the bloodline, cultivation, and life force of others and feed it directly into our own."
"If you refine all these people... all these Supremes, Heavenly Gods, and even these Remnant Immortals... and funnel their essence into our Shi Clan Bloodline? Our clan's foundation will be hundreds, even thousands of times stronger."
"Everyone will be like a Dragon. A true Dragon."
"This," Shi Jian concluded, "will serve as the first interest payment for countless generations of persecution."
Shi Jian tapped his fingertip, a mote of golden light glowing with unfathomable information, and transmitted the Great Bloodline Art directly into Immortal King Shi's mind.
Upon hearing Shi Jian's words, Immortal King Shi's first instinct was to frown. He thought this junior, Shi Jian, had perhaps fallen into the Demonic Path and cultivated some forbidden evil art.
Listening to the description—refining tens of thousands of living beings for their bloodline—it was a bizarre and monstrously cruel method.
Surely, such an art must go against the Heavenly Dao. It would be saturated with karmic backlash and hidden dangers.
It might grant the Shi Clan prosperity in the short term, but over time, it would inevitably lead to a terrible disaster.
It shouldn't be used.
Immortal King Shi was just about to open his mouth to admonish Shi Jian for his demonic thoughts... when his expression suddenly froze.
The information from the Great Bloodline Art flooded his sea of consciousness. As an Immortal King, his deductive abilities were beyond comprehension. He processed the entire, infinitely complex art in a nanosecond.
His eyes widened. This... this art...
It seemed... flawless?
It wasn't an Evil Path. It didn't rely on resentment or souls. It was a pure, cold, logical manipulation of bloodline at the level of the Great Dao itself.
After a moment of careful, high-speed deduction, Immortal King Shi couldn't help but gasp internally.
This was a broad and unfathomably promising Dao!
The Great Bloodline Art... How could such a terrifying Divine Ability exist in this world?
Immortal King Shi was knowledgeable beyond measure. He had seen countless techniques. He only needed a glance to see the truth.
This was definitely a Cultivation Technique far above the Immortal King Rank. It touched upon concepts he had only dreamed of.
Although the application was cruel... the Cultivation Technique itself was perfect. Flawless.
Immortal King Shi's gaze fell from the terrified, kneeling cultivators in the sky to the hopeful, broken faces of his clansmen on the ground.
He looked at the old, weak, sick, and disabled. He saw the "sinful blood" mark on their foreheads, a mark of shame they had carried for millions of years.
If he were to cultivate the Great Bloodline Art using these sinners as a catalyst... using their cultivation to nourish the Shi Clan...
The Shi Clan would not just be restored. It would rise.
Everyone being like a Dragon would not be an exaggeration. It would be a fact.
Immortal King Shi's heart, which had been cold with rage, now settled into an icy resolve. He made his decision.
His voice boomed, silencing all creation. "I, Immortal King Shi of the Shi Clan, have guarded this border and fought bloody battles against the Foreign Realm since the Primordial Epoch!"
"I never expected... never... that my reward would be for my clan, my blood, to be slandered as a 'sinful bloodline'!"
"This King demands an explanation. But an explanation is not enough. This King demands payment."
His voice shook the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. The kneeling cultivators began to tremble violently, some even fainting from pure terror.
He raised his hand, pointing to the sea of people in the sky.
"Those who knew the truth and suppressed it... die!"
"Those who stained their hands with the blood of my Shi Clan... die!"
His gaze then swept the city. "Those who were unaware, those who never stained themselves with my clan's blood... you may remain in the Emperor Pass. You may live."
The cold words were uttered. The verdict was given.
As his words fell, the slaughter began.
Pop.
A Supreme elder from Sword Valley, who had once executed a Shi Clan member, exploded. He didn't just die; he detonated into a fine, crimson mist.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
The people of the forces kneeling in the sky began to explode, one after another, like horrifying fireworks.
Immortal King Shi could have obliterated them all with a single thought, erasing them from existence.
But he didn't. He chose to let them die one by one, to watch their comrades, their disciples, their ancestors explode before their own turn came. He wanted them to feel the fear their victims felt.
As these cultivator powerhouses died, their rich, powerful Bloodline and life essence did not dissipate. It surged out, a thick, ruby-red river flowing in the Void Realm.
Immortal King Shi began to operate the Great Bloodline Art.
A massive, invisible vortex formed, with him at the center. It began to draw in this river of blood essence, refining it, purifying it, stripping it of all identity.
This art would turn the cultivation and bloodline of these tens of thousands into the purest nourishment for the Shi Clan, feeding every single member.
The remaining people of the great forces lost all their former composure. All that was left was disarray and animalistic fear.
They had foolishly thought, just moments before, that Immortal King Shi might consider the "overall situation." That he might spare them for the coming war.
They never expected this. They never expected him to be so decisive, so utterly ruthless.
Heavenly God Realm experts... pop...
Void Dao Realm masters... pop...
Even mighty Self-Severing Realm ancestors... pop...
[Inorin's Note: Heavenly God, Void Dao, and Self-Severing (Zhan Wo) are advanced cultivation realms in 'Perfect World'. Self-Severing is a critical step towards the Supreme Realm.]
Experts of one realm after another died, their life's work becoming nothing but fuel for the Great Bloodline Art.
These same people... which one of them hadn't been condescending towards the Shi Clan? Which one hadn't looked down on the "Sinful Clan" with contempt?
With a single word, they could decide the life or death of a Shi Clan family.
But now?
They were pathetic, terrified, like dogs waiting for the butcher.
One after another, the sound of their bodies exploding marked their inexorable walk towards death.
This horrifying, bloody scene sent shivers down the spine of every neutral observer in the Emperor Pass.
A few, deep in their hearts, even felt that Immortal King Shi was too cruel. These were, after all, the main forces meant to resist the Foreign Realm.
But... so what?
When those same forces hunted, oppressed, and murdered the Shi Clan, where were these "neutral" observers? They chose to remain silent then.
Now that the Immortal King of the Shi Clan had returned and was dealing out bloody justice...
They dared not utter a single sound. They just trembled and watched.
Shi Jian watched the crimson mist thicken, and he was quite satisfied.
Fortunately, Immortal King Shi was not an inflexible, brain-dead fool.
If he had been stupid enough to prattle on about "prioritizing the overall situation" and let his clan's tormentors go free...
Then Shi Jian would have had to seriously reconsider his relationship with this ancestor.
But thankfully, Immortal King Shi was not that brainless. He understood that justice comes before unity. Blood must be paid with blood.
Shi Jian's gaze turned from the slaughter to the silent observers in the Emperor Pass.
He thought of an old saying. A gentleman does not lie.
But these people... they hadn't lied. They had just been silent.
Shi Jian sneered internally. Can one who is silent in the face of such injustice truly be called a gentleman? Or are they just cowards?
The great tribulation, the final war with the Foreign Realm, was about to begin. Many people in the Pass were panicked, already prepared to die in battle.
But they had never, in their wildest nightmares, expected this.
The Foreign Realm hadn't even invaded yet, and the Emperor Pass was already suffering catastrophic losses at the hands of one of its own returning heroes.
How many Sect Master-Rank figures had died?
How many Heavenly Gods had exploded into mist?
Too many. Simply countless.
But this... this was the price. This was what the Emperor Pass deserved to bear.
From the very moment they allowed the Shi Clan and the other guardian races to be branded as "sinful," this outcome was sealed in karma.
Among those who died in the blood mist.
Some surely died regrettably. Perhaps a young disciple who truly knew nothing.
Some died innocently, in a relative sense.
Perhaps some of them shouldn't have died here, at the hands of their own side, but rather died gloriously on the battlefield against the Foreign Realm.
But.
So what?
Shi Jian didn't care.
Were the countless Shi Clan members who died over the eras not innocent?
Were the Shi Clan children who were murdered not regrettable?
The hatred accumulated by the Shi Clan over millions of years of oppression...
Shouldn't it be repaid, in full, with blood? Yes. It should.
On the city wall, Meng Tianzheng (The Great Elder) and his companion, the Middle-aged Supreme, looked at the bloody rain, exchanging pained glances.
Their eyes were filled with profound helplessness.
From the moment they heard that Immortal King Shi had returned, they knew something like this was inevitable.
Now, it was happening.
Too many people had died. The strength of the Emperor Pass was being decimated.
The two of them could barely bear to watch.
Among those who just exploded into mist was a Supreme from a different sect, a man Meng Tianzheng had fought back-to-back with for three days and nights against a foreign Exalted.
Some of those who died had truly achieved great military feats in defending the Emperor Pass.
He wanted to step forward. He wanted to plead for them, for the sake of the "greater good."
But he couldn't. The words died in his throat.
It wasn't just because he was facing an unassailable Immortal King.
It was because his gaze kept falling on the assembled old, weak, sick, and disabled members of the Shi Clan. He looked at their faces, and he had no words left.
In terms of merit, whose merit could ever compare to Immortal King Shi's? Whose sacrifices were greater than those of the Shi Clan, who had held the line in the Primordial Emperor City?
Who allowed these heroes to shed not only blood, but also tears of grievance?
The Emperor Pass did.
They dared not persuade. They could not speak out. They had no right.
Immortal King Shi continued the slaughter, his expression cold. With every death, his comprehension of the Great Bloodline Art deepened.
The more he comprehended, the more he felt how truly heaven-defying this art was.
When the floating river of purified cultivation and Bloodline reached a critical mass, Immortal King Shi waved his large hand. He activated the second stage of the Great Bloodline Art.
He would not absorb it. He would bestow it.
A divine, golden light emanated from his forehead, pulsing with the rhythm of the Dao.
The Great Bloodline Art. It targeted the unique signature of the Shi Clan's "sinful blood," using it as a beacon.
An invisible, warm wave of unimaginable power swept out from the King, bypassing all others and striking only the Shi Clan members.
All of them—in the Emperor Pass, in the Primordial City, and even countless realms away—suddenly trembled.
Their bodies erupted with a torrential storm of Qi and blood.
Whether it was the old man whose Qi and blood were depleted, or the babbling infant in its mother's arms, a shocking, vibrant aura burst forth from within them!
"This art... it can actually purify and elevate my clansmen's Bloodline to approach my Immortal King Bloodline?"
"If I alone am an Immortal King, can countless clansmen... also become Immortal Kings through this Bloodline connection?"
Immortal King Shi gasped, his heart shaking for the first time.
Under the resonance of the Great Bloodline Art, fueled by the life force of tens of thousands, the true, ancient blood within countless clansmen revived.
Each and every one of them underwent astonishing, visible changes.
The cursed "sin" patterns on their foreheads began to crack. The black, smudged runes literally flaked away, turning to dust, revealing a brilliant, golden character beneath.
These were their true ancestral runes, and they became clearer and more complex by the second.
The patterns on the Shi Clan's foreheads had special meaning: the stronger the talent and potential, the more complete the pattern. Now, they were all becoming perfect.
Their Qi and blood surged.
This surging Qi and blood was so powerful it punched holes in the sky, collapsing the clouds.
This was a sign only the top prodigies of the Shi Clan could ever hope to achieve.
But now.
Every single member of the Shi Clan, from the oldest to the youngest, had runes emitting brilliant light.
Their Qi and blood soared to the heavens, collapsing the clouds.
Every single person... a peerless prodigy.
This miracle was not limited to the Emperor Pass.
Far away, in the Sinful State, the same scene was occurring. The "sinners" suddenly erupted with holy light.
And even further, down in the Lower Realm, in a small, humble village.
The people of Stone Village suddenly dropped what they were doing. The Willow God's branches swayed as every villager, young and old, was bathed in golden light, their potential surging upwards.
Countless people's Bloodlines revived.
This was the terrifying power of the Great Bloodline Art.
One person attains the Dao…
All their kin ascend.
Immortal King Shi, possessing the supreme Immortal King Realm cultivation, was the one who had attained the Dao. And he was now sharing it with his entire clan.
Shi Jian's own Bloodline also resonated, growing slightly stronger and purer. He gained some benefits.
However, this benefit was superficial for him. His foundation was already monstrous.
For Shi Jian, the true benefit of this Great Bloodline Art was not the immediate boost.
It would manifest when he attempted to break through to the Immortal King Realm.
With another Shi Clan Immortal King already present and linked to him through this art, his path to that realm would be infinitely easier.
After witnessing the miraculous changes in his clansmen, any lingering doubt in Immortal King Shi's mind vanished. He became excited.
Yes, this method was cruel.
It absolutely had the feel of the Demonic Path.
But as long as it worked—and it worked flawlessly—that was all that mattered.
The river of blood essence was not yet depleted. Once he completely refined all these people, the Shi Clan's talent could rise another level, perhaps even more.
At that time, every Shi Clan member would be a peerless Prodigy.
With such a clan, it might even be possible for one clan to suppress the entire Foreign Realm.
As for these people...
They died. And that was that.
Seeing the cold resolve on Immortal King Shi's face, a slight smile curled at Shi Jian's lips.
He could almost hear the thoughts of the terrified observers, like Meng Tianzheng.
"Immortal King Shi, you've killed so many experts. You've crippled the Emperor Pass. How will we resist the Foreign Realm now?"
As if hearing this unspoken, collective question, Immortal King Shi smiled faintly.
He took a step forward, and his aura, which had been focused, now washed over all of creation.
He loudly declared, his voice the very law of the universe:
"It's simple. If my Shi Clan alone is strong enough to suppress all realms... won't that suffice?"
After speaking, he no longer concealed his true power. The pressure of a complete, unblemished, and terrifyingly powerful...
IMMORTAL KING REALM! The entire Nine Heavens and Ten Lands bowed.
The mortal cultivators were all dead, their essence fueling the Shi Clan. Only the Remnant Immortals were left kneeling, trembling, having been forced to watch.
Shi Jian looked at them, his eyes glinting with recognition. He remembered some of these cowards from his time in the Lower Realm, their hands reaching down to interfere.
He spoke to Immortal King Shi, his voice casual but cold.
"Keep two of these Remnant Immortals. The ones from the Immortal Palace and perhaps that one from the Underworld. We can use them to sacrifice on the flag when the war with the Foreign Realm truly begins. A blood sacrifice to boost morale."
His gaze dismissed the others.
"Kill all the rest. Refine them. After hiding for so long, they are terrified of the Foreign Realm to their very bones."
"On the battlefield," Shi Jian concluded, "they would just be traitors."
Immortal King Shi nodded, and raised his hand again.
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