One after another, the old immortals of the Human Race burned to the extreme, shining brightly, paving a great path for Soul Killing.

"Go, quickly go, let us not let our sacrifice become a joke." A fairy as delicate as a flower shouted.

"Soul Killing, move forward, the Human Race can slay demons without me, but cannot do without you Soul Killing!" A swordsman in white cleaved a giant kun, shielding Soul Killing’s advance.

"For there is sacrifice born of great ambition, dare to teach the sun and moon to change the sky." A boisterous general clad in heavy armor sang out as he swept his long spear.

"The heavens are mighty, our race prospers day by day, Soul Killing, rise!" A Taoist in plain robes activated his gourd holy artifact, stopping the Star God.

"To kill is to protect life, to cut off karma, not man!" A monk in tattered robes wielded his Zen staff, resisting the divine appearance of the Great Moon Star Lord.

Soul Killing’s eyes were blood-red, resembling a fiend crawling out of hell: "Demon Dragon, I will flay your skin alive!!!"

On this day, the Human Race’s myriad saints fell.

The Human Race’s heritage was profoundly deep.

Even though the True Dragon of Great Moon made numerous arrangements, planned in countless ways.

Yet the Human Race’s saints still shattered the Ninety-Nine Huangqu Array, extinguished the Heaven Star Array.

The Human Race’s heritage accumulated over a million years was almost wiped clean in this battle.

The vast Human Clan Sky Palace, in the end, only had two quasi-emperors survive.

One was named Seventh Kill Quasi-emperor, the other named Fairy Mingjiao.

This loss was too severe, directly shook the foundation of the Human Race, bringing many disasters.

"The Azure Lotus Heaven Lord exhausted the Demon Clan’s heritage, the Great Moon Saint did the same."

"No wonder within the Demon Clan, Han Jiuming could be a Great Saint, receiving perpetual worship..."

Bo Qing narrowed his eyes, suddenly considering this point.

Soon, the life of Soul Killing in his prime thus commenced.

The Great Emperor Soul Killing is about to ascend!

...

At the same time, in the real world, the purple great cloud covering the sky of the small world of Soul Killing suddenly underwent strange changes.

Sword sounds erupted, in the void appeared a sword shadow, suppressing the universe, exhaling divine radiance, an endless vast ocean surged, boundless and borderless.

Visible to the naked eye, with the support of this heavy sword shadow, the duration of the purple great cloud transforming into the appearance of the Heavenly River Sword increased by two-tenths.

The devilish shadow converted again!

Bo Qing reversed the lost battle!

"Hoo~ finally suppressed the fierce power of demon intent." Elder Snow Spirit seeing this, immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.

He did not wish for Bo Qing to truly be assimilated by Soul Killing Demon Intent, thereby losing clarity of mind, becoming a slaughtering sword beast.

It should be known Bo Qing was now at the eighth rank, second stage realm, moreover as a sword saint at the peak of slaughter.

His combat power reached the sky, the sword Tao marks certainly numbered thirty thousand, perhaps even surpassing that.

One can imagine, once Bo Qing goes mad, even the Earth Spirit of Soul Killing would have a headache!

"That’s rather impressive, but he won’t suddenly break away from the hundred reincarnations, returning to the Southern Border Divine Continent again, would he?"

"I don’t think so... Let’s hope Bo Qing doesn’t simply flash back to his old self."

"This, it shouldn’t be..."

Though the elderly saints standing behind the Mountain Soul Elder were delighted, they haven’t forgotten Bo Qing’s past absurd actions.

They indeed fear that Bo Qing would once again stop on his own accord, detach from the hundred reincarnations.

If that were the case, then it would have to start all over, slowly wearing away.

Such actions for Bo Qing are not once, nor twice, nor three or four times...

Bo Qing’s whims really make them strained, this feeling that completely exceeds their control is not pleasant.

Precisely because of Bo Qing, they suddenly understood why other Human Clan Emperor Tao of orthodoxy were so displeased with their Soul Killing lineage.

Enemies of the Demon Tao, hated by all!

...

Hundred reincarnations.

Soul Killing attested to the emperor, initiating the Spirit Era.

He intends to cover the Martial World with the Tao marks of Soul Tao, searching for traces of the Demon Clan, and... seeking the True Dragon of Great Moon.

"Spirit Era? Interesting, interesting." Bo Qing’s lips curled slightly, carefully observing.

Though the Spirit Era is also the [Immortal Aperture Skill], it is indeed the exclusive [Immortal Aperture Skill] for Soul Tao cultivators.

This is an era dominated by Martial Souls.

Martial arts, divine powers, hundred arts, etc., must all be used through the Martial Soul.

Only in this way, can one more conveniently achieve their goals in this kind of world environment.

Martial Souls have animals, plants, and artifacts, assisting people in daily life; those with special talents can use them for cultivation and battle.

As time passed, Soul Tao almost penetrated every corner of the world, the universe filled with Tao marks of Soul Tao.

Yet Soul Killing Demon Emperor still did not find any trace of the True Dragon of Great Moon!

It reached the point where the Soul Killing Demon Emperor had already stepped into the twilight of life—

"Finally here, the madness of Soul Killing in his later years."

Bo Qing took a deep breath, his body tensed.

But the next moment, the perspective switched.

He, Bo Qing, transformed into Soul Killing Demon Emperor, facing this insoluble dilemma!

Heavenly Palace.

Soul Killing Dojo.

Soul Killing Demon Emperor... no, it should be called Bo Qing now.

Bo Qing lowered his eyelids, gazing at the Soul Killing Banner by his side, feeling the overwhelming great power of this body and the weakened origin of life, momentarily speechless.

Though this was a virtual experience, this power enough to reopen the great cosmos still mesmerized Bo Qing.

Only, Bo Qing’s brows involuntarily furrowed at this moment.

Because even though this body was an emperor at present, he felt... inferior to the demonic body?!

"Father, what’s wrong?" Xiao Zhanxian asked with concern.

Xiao Zhanxian was tall, nine feet, robust in stature, with flaming red elong hair, thick and dense like a cape, draped behind him, subtly fluttering with each advancing step.