C8 The First Time He Killed Someone!

Within the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the nexus node tirelessly concentrated the malevolent energies from the mausoleum into a formidable aura, aiding the Tower of Binding in its task to subdue the Fellbeast within.

Should this nexus node be destroyed, the sage aura would be left without direction, rendering it incapable of assisting the Tower of Binding in maintaining its seal. Instead, it would unleash rampant malevolence, transforming the Imperial Ancestral Temple into a bastion of unchecked evil.

In the event of an incident at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the masters of Polaris would undoubtedly need to quell the surging evil immediately to prevent it from spreading and disrupting the Spiritvein.

Should the Fellbeasts within the Tower of Binding break through the seal, their escape would become alarmingly probable.

If that were to happen, the myriad Fellbeasts and specters held within the Tower of Binding would be unleashed, heralding a catastrophe for Polaris Holy Land.

The skies, heavy with the vengeful and wrathful spirits of the Fellbeasts, could spell the annihilation of Polaris.

Their strategy was undeniably ruthless.

Intent on the downfall of Polaris, they were poised to strike from within, employing every conceivable tactic.

"As long as I destroy this seal, my mission will be accomplished."

The black-robed man's eyes glinted with ferocity and a hint of frenzy as he fixated on the altar before him.

Clutching the Devil Blade, he gathered a potent surge of Shadowblight around it.

He readied himself to unleash his formidable energy and shatter the altar.

"Senior, barging in without so much as knocking, and now intent on destruction—don't you think it's only proper to seek the owner's consent? Such actions are highly unethical and discourteous."

The moment the black-robed man was poised to act, a crisp voice rang in his ear.

The sound struck him like a bolt of lightning, causing his expression to shift dramatically.

He halted his actions at once, channeling the dark arts as he swiftly turned to face the source of the voice with apprehension.

After all, this was Polaris, renowned as one of the eight great Holy Lands, a place teeming with formidable experts. Even the Devil Sect felt a sense of helplessness in the face of such a sacred place.

If a member of the Devil Sect dared to intrude upon the sacred grounds of the Polaris and was caught, they would be signing their own death warrant.

However, he could only hope that the one who had discovered him was not the formidable tomb watcher, Zi Yuan, who was in the God-Man middle period.

Turning around in trepidation, he was relieved to see that the voice belonged to a mere young acolyte, whose aura revealed he was only in the Body Tempering Realm. The weight in his chest eased.

He let out a sigh of relief. The intruder was nothing more than an ant.

The one who had emerged was Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, who naturally feared death, would not have concealed his cultivation level and settled for a life as a tomb watcher in the Imperial Ancestral Temple otherwise.

He had revealed himself now because someone from the Devil Sect was within the cemetery, intent on desecrating the altar.

One reason was, of course, that the altar must not be desecrated, and the other was that the intruder had entered the mausoleum, giving Ye Chen an opportunity to confront him.

Within the mausoleum, Ye Chen could harness the power of the malevolent forces around him and draw upon the legacy of the place.

With the mausoleum's legacy to aid him, Ye Chen felt confident in facing this formidable practitioner of the devil.

"Kid, you've chosen to ignore the path to heaven and instead, you've barged headlong into hell," the Soul Nurturing devil expert said as he clutched the Devil Blade tightly, fixing Ye Chen with a malevolent gaze. "Had you remained hidden, you might have avoided this disaster. But now that you've shown yourself, don't blame me for my mercilessness."

The devil expert, having had his actions witnessed, had no intention of letting Ye Chen walk away alive.

After all, if someone were to identify him as the culprit, he would have no defense against the inevitable retribution from the Polaris Holy Land.

Ye Chen's brow furrowed as he instinctively took two steps back, seemingly intimidated by the other's threatening presence.

"This is the final resting place of the Polaris Holy Land's revered ancestors. Your destructive actions here are nothing short of despicable."

In his past life, the belief was to respect the dead. To disturb their peace was akin to grave robbing, a deed that would surely bring misfortune upon oneself.

"You're courting death!"

The devil Soul Nurturing expert didn't hesitate for a second, swinging his Devil Blade and charging at Ye Chen with murderous intent.

He couldn't afford to waste time with the man before him, uncertain whether he had secretly alerted the experts of the Polaris Holy Land. He was also concerned that a sudden shout might draw the attention of Zi Yuan, who was on guard at the nearby Imperial Ancestral Temple.

This operation had to remain a secret at all costs. If it were to be exposed, he needed to be safely away from Mount Polaris.

Otherwise, being discovered here meant a certain death.

The air was thick with killing intent as demonic energy swirled around the blade, channeling all the Shadowblight into the sharp weapon in his grasp.

Here in the Polaris Holy Land, where he practiced the dark arts, he was acutely aware of the dangers and dared not make any grand gestures.

Yet, he wasn't worried. With his Soul Nurturing strength, he was confident that he could effortlessly dispatch the mere Body Tempering cultivator before him with a mere flick of his wrist.

"You really are quite savage. I had hoped we could have a civilized conversation, but it seems you're not inclined to reason," Ye Chen said, shaking his head in resignation as the other man advanced with his blade.

Without delay, Ye Chen summoned the heavenly supreme grade Animus Blade. Leveraging the Yin-Yang Holy Body and the goodwill of the spiritual weapons within the tomb, he harnessed the area's formidable fiendish energy, which roared like a mighty river to empower the Animus Blade.

At the middle period of Soul Nurturing, Ye Chen, ever cautious, had no intention of engaging the early period Dark Sorcerer directly. Instead, he tapped into the tomb's fiendish aura to unleash his most powerful spiritual weapon.

"A heavenly supreme grade spiritual weapon? How is that possible?" The devil expert, his face draining of color, was aghast at the sight. He couldn't believe that a lowly Body Tempering cultivator possessed such a weapon, one that burst forth with an aura rivaling that of a God-Man, hurtling towards him.

Am I dreaming?

In a fleeting moment, before the black-robed man could fully comprehend what was happening, his body was impaled, his godhead inside shattered. Blood sprayed, and the stench of it permeated the air.

The Soul Nurturing Stage devil expert was instantly annihilated. His body lay in pieces, his vital essence extinguished!

Upon his death, his face was etched with an expression of utter shock and disbelief.

"How could he be so fragile that he was dispatched in a mere instant?"

Ye Chen looked down at the devil he had just slain, feeling a twinge of annoyance. His blow had been too forceful, and he realized he might have underestimated his own power.

It was a bit impulsive.

This was Ye Chen's first kill, and deep down, he felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, he had come from a society governed by law.

Nevertheless, Ye Chen was acutely aware that if he hadn't killed this devil before him, he would have been the one to perish.

In the face of death, a person's latent potential erupts. Obstacles that seemed insurmountable are overcome in these moments, miracles wrought.

Confronted with the devil who sought his life, Ye Chen certainly wasn't going to show mercy.

The cruel tactics of these wicked beings were no different from those of the Fellbeasts. Indeed, the deviousness of the human heart could be even more horrifying than that of the beasts. Why spare such individuals?

Gazing at the devil now sprawled lifelessly on the ground, Ye Chen seemed to recall something and vigorously slapped his own forehead.