Paradise of Demonic Gods

Right now, after seeing the areas of the smallest units of space, Fang Xingjian felt as if his body was in a shattered condition. Each and every part of his body existed in countless microscopic spaces like they were being broken up by space.

This was a distortion that only an expert who had reached tier five of the Divine level was able to sense.

However, it was fine now that he knew about this. Fang Xingjian inhaled slightly. Then in an instant, all the light rays, electromagnetic waves, magnetic forces, and countless astral rays within a range of 1,000 lis began seething violently.

Endless powers were being engulfed into Fang Xingjian’s body, and his conjured physique felt like it was being filled up.

Then his body contracted abruptly like it was turning into a black spot that was hard to be seen by the naked eye. He shrank inside a patch of the smallest unit of space.

Following this, the path of space expanded and stretched, and Fang Xingjian once again returned to his original size.

Right now, his conjured physique existed in a complete space. It was inside a spatial fragment which was the smallest unit of space. Then the spatial fragment was stretched and magnified.

Right now, he no longer sensed any existences of spatial gaps inside or outside his body. Fang Xingjian suddenly felt as if everything was complete.

He then understood, ’This is probably the first time my entire body has existed in a patch of complete space since I was born. I’ve really become one with the space.’

Right now, as long as Fang Xingjian was willing to, he would be able to allow his conjured physique to be in a complete condition. Regardless of whether it was an explosion of his powers, his conjured physique’s defense, or the smooth circulation of his martial will, all of them were stronger than before.

He lowered his head and looked at his Stats Window. It had become:

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Name: Fang Xingjian

Age: 20

Occupation: Eternal Sword Seigneur

Level: 34

Strength: 826

Agility: 824

Reaction: 729

Endurance: 710

Flexibility: 709

Martial will:5,502

Skills / Techniques: Sword Prowess, Sword Force, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Sword Formation, Level 50 Celestial Eradication Four Swords.

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After reaching tier five of the Divine level at level 34, he had gotten stronger once again. Not only had his martial will improved tremendously, it had also broke through an unprecedented 5,500 points. His conjured physique’s strength, agility, and other attributes had also increased by 100 points due to his job as the Eternal Sword Seigneur.

Once he used his martial will to power the conjured physique, his attributes and martial will would be released explosively at the same time, bringing about an even more terrifying effect.

After briefly checking the changes that occurred upon reaching tier five of the Divine level, a hint of contemplation flashed on Fang Xingjian’s face. Without a doubt, after reaching tier five of the Divine level, his understanding toward space had become extremely deep. The increase to his battle prowess was not particularly great, but the crux was that there must be many new changes in his cultivation.

For example, he could now create a Divine Country. He was also able to complete his conjured physique. These changes in the area of his cultivation allowed his battle prowess to increase.

’After returning, I’ll study the Ancient Path of Hell’s and the Mage Association’s cultivation methods on reaching tier five of the Divine level.’

At the thought of this, Fang Xingjian’s body moved slightly. 90% of his powers darted forth and headed toward the Earth’s sun, continuing his cultivation. The remaining 10% returned to the sky above the Imperial Capital, planning to study the cultivation methods at tier five of the Divine level. He also planned to impart the Double Moons Projection to the others, increasing the abilities of Tyrant and the others.

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Simultaneously, in the Empire’s Eastern Sand Region...

In an oasis, a manor that was originally named as the Four Seasons Villa was now filled with sounds of killing, and sparks were flying around. Ether particles seethed everywhere.

Over ten Conferred Knight dressed in Scarlet Capes darted about, recklessly massacring the people in the villa who were resisting.

There was a man, who was covered in blood, half-kneeling on the ground. His eyes were flushed red like they were bleeding tears of blood. "You treacherous people! You won’t die an easy death for destroying our Four Seasons Villa’s 100-year legacy."

The corners of Tyrant’s lips curled up into a hint of a brutal smile as he stood in midair, stepping on void space and looking down at the scene before him. He smiled evilly and said, "The Four Seasons Villa did not accept royal orders. Instead, you invaded territories, harbored criminals, and assaulted the Empire’s officials. If we don’t kill all of you, other people might think that I’m made of mud."

Right now, Tyrant was in control of over 1,000 Conferred Knights in the Empire. He set up the Empire’s Military Execution Order that specially managed the various martial arts factions in the world. As their headquarters was situated to the Empire’s east, they were also known as the East Military Execution Order.

Although the East Military Execution Order’s authority overlapped with that of the Knight Association, their prowess far surpassed that of the original Knight Association due to Tyrant’s existence. In recent times, they had been restricting and taking in the various factions, setting up a fierce reputation for themselves.

Hearing Tyrant’s words, the man bellowed loudly, "Our Four Seasons Villa has no conflict with the rest of the world, and it has been over 100 years since we last participated in the world’s conflicts. Those people who came to join the villa are all pitiful people who are sincere in turning over a new leaf and no longer wish to continue being involved with the killings in the world. As for our land, they were all donated by the members. What has it got to do with the Empire?

"You demons have killed several hundreds of people from our villa. You’ll suffer retribution!"

"Hahahaha," Tyrant laughed out loud when he heard those words, and a hint of redness flashed on his pale face. "There’s really not much to say to an idiot like you. You’ve really been spending all your time cultivating that you’ve become an idiot."

Tyrant opened his mouth and swallowed the man’s upper body in one mouthful, leaving the lower half of his body falling to the ground and forming a pool of blood.

After wiping off the blood on the corners of his lips, Tyrant’s mouth twitched. "He really tastes disgusting."

Hoult no longer felt shocked by scenes like this. Ever since he had joined the East Military Execution Order and due to his outstanding performance, he had been with Tyrant. They had been engaging in battles and annihilating various factions, who were unwilling to be disbanded, or martial arts influences, who were engaged in unlawful behavior.

"Sir, why do you only eat half of their bodies each time?"

Tyrant threw a glance toward Hoult as if he was looking at a fool, let out a cold snort, and said, "The lower half of their bodies are all feces. Who would want to eat that?"

Simultaneously, the massacre in the villa was nearing an end, and all the young and strong people who resisted were all massacred.

Tyrant instructed calmly, "Sort out all the martial arts manuals into books and send them back to the Imperial Capital. They will be offered to the Imperial Preceptor. As for the remaining heavenly and earthly treasures, leave half of the Divine Weapons and Divine Armors behind. Register the other half and submit them to the national treasury."

The over ten Conferred Knights plundered the Four Seasons Villa excitedly. They wished that there would be more factions who were unwilling to disband and submit to the Empire, thereby breaking off their legacies.

Over ten lis away from the manor, a young man opened his eyes wide, glaring at the fire and smoke in the distance. Tears filled up his tiger-like eyes, and he gritted his teeth, leaving behind hints of blood.

"The 100-year legacy is gone just like that..." The young man’s fists were clenched so tightly that they turned pale. His eyes seemed to be spewing flames as he dropped down to his knees strongly, saying painfully, "I’m a sinner. I’m the sinner of the entire villa..."

"This isn’t your fault," a young lady tried to talk to him in a gentle voice from beside him. "Elder Brother, now, that demon Fang Xingjian has coerced the Prince to take charge over the Empire and he also has six Divine level experts under him.

"His cultivation is also deep and unfathomable. He was able to defeat over ten Divine level experts in succession, beat the plains’ Heavenly Lion King, and enslave the entire plains and desert single-handedly. His fierce prowess is overwhelming, and there’s probably no one in the entire world who can stop him with the exception of the Church of Universal Truth.

"Even the Myriad Stars Palace and the Full Moon Shrine have disbanded in succession. We don’t have any means to go up against him either." She looked worriedly at her brother, seemingly worried that he would look for Fang Xingjian to seek revenge.

"This isn’t the only land in this world," the young man said with a hateful expression as he raised his head abruptly. "Tyrant, Fang Xingjian... You have wiped out our Four Seasons Villa. If I don’t get my revenge for this, how will I—Duan Tianhao—be able to face up to our ancestors in the future?"

The images of a mountain valley, an old man, and a secret appeared in his mind.

At the thought of this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He brought the young lady along and left the Four Seasons Villa without even turning back.

On the way, he passed through deserts, crossed mountains, and hid from the Empire’s searches, before finally arriving in a mountain valley.

He had just reached the entrance to the valley when he felt a cold and eerie aura gush out.

Concurrently, an aged voice entered his mind.

"Oh? You’re filled with a fierce aura, and it’s hard for you to calm your feelings of vengeance. It seems like you have a great vengeance to take care of.

"Does this mean that you’ve thought it through?"