With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 298 - 254: Demon Madness (Part 2)

The available slots are limited this time, and the remaining Golden Core Elders of the Red Blood Pavilion can only focus on selecting those with the most suitable talents for the Ninth Layer of Crimson Blood for treatment, to preserve the legacy of the Red Blood Pavilion as much as possible. When the Dragon King awakens, it may still be possible to reestablish the Red Blood Pavilion.

Of course, among them, one or two individuals, judging from their aura, are at most at the mid to upper levels of the Red Blood Pavilion, yet they were also taken away.

There’s no choice; they have elders who can protect them.

As for the others in the Red Blood Pavilion...

"Seal off this place to prevent the spread of the Blood Curse and to avoid affecting other peaks and pavilions."

The Sect Protection Array was activated in reverse, with a massive blue light shield suspended over the expansive Red Blood Pavilion.

The Filthy Body Blood Curse has a certain level of contagion. Although not strong, it can still cause some chaos within the sect.

There are quite a few disciples in the Red Blood Pavilion. The only option now is to seal them off.

As for the feelings of these disciples... there is no choice but to let it be.

Xiang Wuji quietly watched the light shield descend.

The bluish-green turned dark blue...

The sky darkened.

In an instant, the surrounding breeze stopped, and even the sounds of birds, insects, and beasts disappeared.

Silence... and despair still pervaded the Red Blood Pavilion.

Anyone could see now that the sect was likely... going to abandon them...

In the world, it seemed that only the faint light from the light shield remained...

The weak light from the light shield reflected in Xiang Wuji’s eyes...

.........

[In the year 11,327 of the Changtian Calendar, you were covered by the reversed Changming Locking Heaven Array, trapped within the Red Blood Pavilion...]

[You vaguely knew that you originally seemed to have a hope for survival, a hope you fought hard for with your life, but now, it’s all gone...]

[You don’t know how long the Everlasting Sect will keep this place sealed.]

[The emotions of your fellow disciples around you are becoming more chaotic, and they begin indiscriminately attacking those around them.]

[The Inner Sect Foundation Establishment senior brothers can hold on longer. These Foundation Establishment Realm disciples, under reason, still hold some hope for the sect, thinking the sect can come to their rescue...]

[In November of the year 11,327 of the Changtian Calendar, you have already killed the twenty-fifth fellow sect member. In just a few months, the power brought by the Giant Spirit Ghost Chapter is vaguely surpassing the Seventh Layer of the Red Blood Body Refining Ninth Layer...]

[The turmoil in your heart is growing larger, and you find it hard to remain calm. You lock yourself up in a secret chamber...]

[In March of the year 11,328 of the Changtian Calendar, there are barely any Qi Refining disciples maintaining rationality. You begin killing these fellow sect members to obtain the cultivation resources from their bodies, in order to ensure the growth of your cultivation.]

[In the year 11,329 of the Changtian Calendar, you could not restrain yourself and began to devour the essence blood of these disciples using the Giant Spirit Ghost Chapter. These disciples were from the same sect as you, and the first time you devoured spirit was your own cultivation; plundering the essence blood of these disciples turned out to be quite compatible...]

[In the year 11,331 of the Changtian Calendar, the perpetual darkness and endless slaughter nearly drove you mad. The Red Blood Pavilion is vast, but the Foundation Establishment disciples still managed to maintain a certain order, preventing the entire annihilation of many disciples.]

[The same year, a loss of control appeared among the Inner Sect disciples.]

[In the year 11,333 of the Changtian Calendar, you completely lost your rationality and began to rage uncontrollably.]

[Your Undefeated Demon Blood was activated to a certain extent, and your talent grew to a certain degree.]

[Your minor success in the Giant Spirit Ghost Chapter led both your physical cultivation and True Essence cultivation to the level of Qi Refining Perfection and Ninth Heaven of Body Refining.]

[No longer satisfied with hunting Qi Refining disciples, you instead set your sights on Foundation Establishment disciples.]

[Your cultivation resources were gradually running low, but fortunately, with the deepening of the Filthy Body Blood Curse, the power of the Foundation Establishment disciples was far below what it once was...]

[Your mind was completely thrown into turmoil as the side effects of the Giant Spirit Ghost Chapter emerged, and your emotions gradually turned bloodthirsty, growing furious...]

[Your Undefeated Demon Blood is gradually burning, boiling, and faint demonic sounds began to echo in your ears. Instead of feeling fear and unease, you began to enjoy this feeling...]

[You began to enjoy the despair that permeated this world...]

The massive blue light shield isolated the people of the Red Blood Pavilion, as well as sunlight.

The original group of palaces of the Red Blood Pavilion is now in ruins.

In the crevices between bricks and tiles, there are faint traces of blood.

A half-decayed head rolled across the street, where this place was originally a trade market where disciples exchanged items...

The original bustling scene has turned into the current deathly stillness.

"Damn monster!!"

"As long as we... wait until the sect finds a solution, we might still have a chance to survive..."

The two figures walked side by side on the street.

Although they had the life aura of Foundation Establishment, they were extraordinarily withered, making one question if they truly broke through as proper Foundation Establishment cultivators...

These were the elite disciples of the Red Blood Pavilion who were still able to retain their sanity...

"If Senior Brother Long were still here..."

"Let us not speak of this anymore..."

Senior Brother Long was their senior and a strong cultivator on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Core, possessing exceptional leadership charisma. But Senior Brother Long had left with the Golden Core Elders first.

The remaining disciples do not dare to think in this direction; they do not want to contemplate the truth, for the sect is their last hope.

Those who thought too clearly have already gone mad...

"And the monster that appeared recently... we have no idea where it came from..."

"Let us not be the ones to find it!"

As the two finished speaking, a sound came from ahead.

"Gurgle—"

"Sizzle—"

The creepy sound echoed through the alley.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators raised their hands to summon their feeble True Essence, each wielding a magical artifact, cautiously approaching the source of the figure.

But with the cultivation of the Ninth Layer of Crimson Blood all wasted, their foundations were basically gone, their combat strength even less than some Qi Refining Prides.

The two moved forward.

They saw a figure wearing a somewhat tattered blue and white uniform of the Everlasting Sect, crawling on the ground.

In front of him was a young man who used to be quite thin and handsome, one of their junior brothers. Yet, now, this junior brother lay dead with his eyes wide open, emaciated, retaining only a final trace of vitality.

There were faint signs of battle in the surrounding area.

The figure in the uniform crawled over him, greedily absorbing the Qi-Blood from his body.

"Die!!!"

The two spoke no further, joining forces in their attack.

Their vast True Essence mixed with fierce assaults surged like a tide towards the uniformed figure.

Though they were at their lowest point, they were ultimately Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators, and their strikes stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, with remnants of the Red Blood Pavilion’s domineering and fierce attack methods.

However, the next second.

A figure appeared like a specter beside them, thin, long claws fell upon their throats like weaving through flowers.

"Prey..."

"Prey!"

The two finally saw the person’s face clearly.

Four sharp fangs, eyes blood-red, with faint demonic Qi spreading from his body.

Even more striking was the mix of madness and calmness in his eyes.

Madness was bloodthirsty madness, calmness was the calmness of a hunter.

In front of them was seemingly not a person, but a beast!!

"Blood Drop Burst!"

The blood-red explosion was dazzling.

"Go!"

Two figures were sent flying from the explosion.

Xiang Wuji coldly watched the two figures in the distance, then turned back to continue ’feeding.’

His prey... was yet to be fully digested.

Xiang Wuji felt the powerful aura of his body, his strength gradually nearing saturation.

After breaching a certain threshold, Xiang Wuji’s consciousness descended into darkness.

Within the Demon Blood Heart Palace, three figures awaited Xiang Wuji...