The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

"How do you know I have the Soulfetus Mystic Flower?"
Shentu Quan’s heart trembled.
"You don’t need to know how I know," Lu Ye said calmly. "I’ll just ask you one thing — are you handing it over or not?"
Shentu Quan furrowed his brows tightly.

This person — he had never seen him before.
But for someone to get this close without him noticing, there might only be one answer.
"I’ll give it!" Shentu Quan said.

Lu Ye’s stone sword had already half emerged from his arm.
At Shentu Quan’s words, Lu Ye paused for a moment.
Uh…
This guy...

The crowd of demonic cultivators all turned to look at Shentu Quan, utterly stunned.
Seriously?
A guy shows up out of nowhere, opens his mouth and demands your Soulfetus Mystic Flower — a treasure with supreme uses for reshaping the soul — and you’re just going to hand it over like that?
Are you still a demonic cultivator or what?!
Lu Ye extended his hand. "Hand it over."

Shentu Quan didn’t hesitate either. He directly took out the Soulfetus Mystic Flower and sent it drifting toward Lu Ye.
It floated into Lu Ye’s hand.
It was indeed the Soulfetus Mystic Flower.

Lu Ye casually stowed it away. He was a man of his word.
Since he said he wouldn’t kill Shentu Quan, he wouldn’t kill him.
"You may leave," Lu Ye said.

Shentu Quan felt bitter inside, but the one standing before him was Lu Ye!
The overall strength of Second Heaven was far superior to the demonic cultivators surviving in the void. If even the entire Second Heaven had been crushed by Lu Ye, what chance did this horde of demons have?
"Fellow Daoist, may I enter Second Heaven?" Shentu Quan asked respectfully.

"None of my business," Lu Ye replied indifferently.
Lu Ye’s impression of Shentu Quan wasn’t bad.
"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!"

Shentu Quan quickly skirted around Lu Ye and flew straight toward Second Heaven. Heaven only knew how frantic he felt inside when he turned his back on Lu Ye.
Luckily, Lu Ye really did let him go.
The vast crowd of demonic cultivators and evil cultivators stared blankly at Shentu Quan disappearing into the distance.

Finally, someone reacted and cried out in shock.
"You’re Demon Sovereign Lu Ye!"
Lu Ye?
What an unpleasant nickname.

Whatever. He never bothered bickering with dead men.

"Everyone," Lu Ye said lazily, "let me ask you a question. If you answer correctly, you live. If you answer wrong... you die."
The Human Emperor Banner, golden with black patterns, floated before him.

"Tell me — what is this?" Lu Ye asked.
"Five!"
"Four!"

"Three!"
"Myriad Souls Banner!" someone shouted loudly.
Lu Ye stopped counting and let out a slow sigh.

"Sorry," he said, "you answered wrong."
"So — all of you must die."
Boom!

A gigantic sword light tore across the void, like a river of stars suspended in space.
In an instant, screams echoed through the air.
With one strike, dozens of people were reduced to blood mist. Tribulation lightning fell from the heavens, and dozens of thunderbolts rained down over the crowd like an apocalyptic deluge.

Lu Ye’s figure spun and weaved, boundless sword light gathering into a swirling storm of sword qi.
"Aaaahhh—!"
The demonic cultivators and evil cultivators fought back too. Spells exploded everywhere. They shook their Myriad Souls Banners, and massive black mist surged, forming a Devouring Myriad Souls Formation that rushed toward Lu Ye.

Lu Ye suddenly swung the Human Emperor Banner.
In that instant, a black mist far more terrifying than theirs erupted from the Human Emperor Banner.
"AAAAHHHH—!"

The miserable shrieks made countless demonic cultivators clutch their heads — but it was useless. These screams were aimed at the soul itself; covering your ears wouldn’t help.
The black mist spewing from the countless Myriad Souls Banners was instantly shattered by an endless tide of powerful souls.
Kill, kill, kill!

When facing demonic and evil cultivators, there was no need for talk — only slaughter.
Bullying the weak? No grievances?
Those were concerns for righteous cultivators. Demonic and evil cultivators never spared a thought for such things.
Lu Ye killed without hesitation.

No joy, no sorrow… well, okay, maybe a tiny bit of joy. Right now, he felt like a farmer harvesting an endless crop.
The happiness of an abundant harvest — impossible to suppress.
"That’s clearly a Myriad Souls Banner! We answered correctly! You’re breaking your word!"
"Lu Ye! We have no grudges with you! We were wrong! We don’t want to enter Second Heaven anymore! Please spare us!"

"Lu Ye, I have an eight-thousand-year-old mother to take care of and an unborn child on the way! I’m begging you, spare me!"
"Run! Run!"
Very quickly, the demonic and evil cultivators suffered catastrophic losses.

Li Fanyun tried to sneak past Lu Ye into Second Heaven — only to be cleaved diagonally in half on the spot.
As he died, he still couldn’t understand.
"Wh-why…? That’s… obviously… a Myriad Souls Banner…"

Lu Ye gave him the truth.

"Wrong. This is the Human Emperor Banner."
Li Fanyun’s eyes bulged wide.

"Y-you—your Human Emperor Banner… puffs black smoke…"
"No rush," Lu Ye said casually. "In the future, it’ll puff out purple mist too. That’ll be Primordial Purple Qi."
Li Fanyun, already half-dead, was directly enraged to death on the spot.

The remaining demonic and evil cultivators collapsed in terror, scattering like startled birds.
The battle had started quickly — and ended even faster.
In just over a minute and a half, the slaughter was complete.

Lu Ye began processing the spoils of war.
These were demonic and evil cultivators, after all…
Maybe I can be a bit rougher with the looting.
Hmm...

With all these resources, Lu Ye could finally break through to the Peak of the Heavenly God Realm in one go.
He was extremely satisfied.
Lu Ye wiped his stone sword with a cloth.

Then ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) gave the hiccuping Human Emperor Banner a slap.
Useless thing! Only killed ten thousand people and you’re already bloated again?
Trash!
There were still countless Myriad Souls Banners he hadn’t fed it yet!

Lu Ye turned back.
The aura of the Shattered Lands naturally couldn’t compare to the spiritual qi richness of Second Heaven.
He once again began to enter seclusion.

Meanwhile, Shangguan Huanling was indeed keeping her word: she would follow Lu Ye’s path, even if it meant retracing every step, just to get closer to him.
And so, she arrived at the first sect Lu Ye had destroyed.
Mystic Wonder Sect.

Yikes!
It was tragic!
The entire sect had been slaughtered. Blood stained every corner. Mystic Wonder Sect was ruined beyond recognition.

She stood in place, pondering Lu Ye’s psychological journey — what kind of mindset had he carried when doing all this?
As she pondered, her foot accidentally kicked something.
Hm?

Shangguan Huanling picked up a broken sword.
This thing wasn’t worth much — just something the low-level disciples of Mystic Wonder Sect would have used. Not just the broken sword — the ground was littered with shattered weapons.
It was purely because Lu Ye hadn’t bothered to clean up properly.

Mainly, the enemy had been too numerous, and Lu Ye had worried that taking too long to wipe out a sect would alert the others and let them escape.
Every sect that escaped meant a far bigger loss than a few broken weapons.
And besides, for someone like Lu Ye, these broken weapons were basically trash. He wouldn’t casually use the Origin-Devouring Sutra to absorb them, because the refined true essence would feel just slightly incompatible with his own.

So Lu Ye couldn’t even be bothered to take them.
But now, Shangguan Huanling had come.
The weapons and treasures Lu Ye didn’t want — she needed them!

She had been so poor lately, she had almost forgotten how to even use the Origin-Devouring Sutra.
Dead broke!