My Way

Chapter 1103 [High Priest of Anwan Sea Clan - Ribote] (The End)
Gazing at the blood-red crystal so close at hand.

Although Ribot's power has been completely sealed off, he can hardly control his body and is like a vegetable.

But as a high-level cultivator, he could still clearly see that strands of resentment, or rather, wronged spirits, were constantly swirling and circling within it.

It was like a demonic lair, formed from the suffering of countless beings.

This skill must undoubtedly be some kind of evil magic.

Moreover, it belongs to the kind of evil practice that is usually subject to complete suppression and pursuit. Every practitioner who practices this method will be hunted down by the righteous forces.

In an instant...

I felt that Ling Wuyuan's origins or background were a bit problematic, and he didn't seem like someone from the Snow Moon Cloud Pavilion.

'Could this guy have lied about his origins?'

'After all, according to intelligence, the Snow Moon Cloud Pavilion should belong to a righteous or neutral force... How could a member use such an evil technique, and judging from their proficiency, they've definitely not only used it once or twice; they're clearly seasoned veterans in this field...'

At least.

at this moment.

That's what Ribbot thinks.

In his eyes, Ling Wuyuan's skill was so high that it would take at least a thousand or more practices to achieve.

at the same time.

Although before.

Rybert knew he was doomed.

They had no intention of begging for mercy in the face of death.

but……

As he watched the blood-red crystal, forged with evil magic, grow ever stronger, and felt the increasing resentment and spirits of his own kind within it, Ribot felt a pang of sorrow and began to question his previous thoughts. It was a feeling of unbearable pain, or perhaps a sense of resentment...

As the High Priest of the Anwan Sea Clan, he could not bear the complete annihilation of his own people.

"enough……"

"I'm willing to exchange information about a certain treasure for your mercy towards the rest of my people."

The moment he uttered those words.

As a practitioner, Ribot's spirit was instantly thwarted, and his unyielding spirit shattered on the spot.

But upon hearing this, Wu Yuan shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"You seem to have misunderstood something..."

“From the very beginning, I never wanted anything from you.”

"The reason I targeted you is simply because your deaths are important to me."

"As for my current actions, it's simply a matter of making use of waste."

Say it.

Under Ribot's unwilling and humiliated gaze.

Ling Wuyuan directly stripped this guy, who originally didn't want to beg for mercy and wanted to stand his ground, but ultimately gave in because of his compassion, of his right to speak, and continued to earnestly carry out his so-called waste utilization...

They completely disregarded the other party's resentment.

Bottom line.

The resentment of the loser is worthless.

Especially after the opponent has lost everything, it is utterly worthless...
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Shortly after.

As everything comes to a close.

After Ribote completely lost consciousness and became a puppet, Wu Yuan nodded with great satisfaction.

The methods he currently uses are mainly unorthodox techniques that are kept in the secret vault of the Snow Moon Cloud Pavilion.

Ok……

The actual source of these practitioners was mostly evil practitioners who had been wiped out.

In the old days.

Although Ling Wuyuan had studied these rather unorthodox skills, he was still somewhat naive.

But in the end, he didn't put it into practice himself.

It was merely a mental simulation of the actual process.

after all.

Although he didn't mind engaging in these unorthodox practices, the Snow Moon Cloud Pavilion was ultimately not an evil force.

therefore.

He'd better take it easy.

That's a matter of image.

Only today has he encountered suitable practice material—the [Anwan Sea Clan]—and successfully displayed his extraordinary talent.

Even if it's your first time using it.

Even those who are considered true prodigies of the evil path need to spend thousands of years to even begin to understand their techniques.

He still easily demonstrated a level of practical application that was "masterful" or even "perfect".

The whole process went so smoothly that even Wu Yuan himself found it hard to understand.

as if……

It's as if he was born to do these things.

You'll know it as soon as you see it.

They mastered it immediately.

He hasn't even gone through the entire process in person yet.

He instinctively recognized many problems in advance and made reasonable corrections to improve them to another level.

Even if those techniques are the essence of what various powerful heretics have accumulated over thousands of years, they should theoretically be extremely difficult to improve...

That was a talent even greater than his cultivation of orthodox techniques.

'Back then, if I hadn't met Yiman and hadn't joined the White Crow Gang... with nowhere else to go, I might have really chosen the evil path...'

Think of this.

Ling Wuyuan couldn't help but chuckle.

He then turned his gaze to the blood-red crystal that was slowly flowing into Ribot's body as a trickle of light.

Unlike Rippert.

As someone who can see cause and effect.

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan could clearly see the dead bodies of the various Anwan Sea Clan and sea beasts that served as the raw materials for those flowing lights...

Among them were men and women, old and young, evil and good...

That is a sea of ​​the dead, or rather, a sea of ​​resentment.

An ordinary person would go insane on the spot after just one glance.

If a righteous practitioner were to see those distorted scenes, they would likely feel compassion and even begin to doubt their own actions. However, Ling Wuyuan was clearly not an ordinary or kind person.

Faced with those gruesome scenes, his gaze remained perfectly calm from beginning to end, unmoved by the manner of the dead.

Bottom line.

Just like the things he had said to Ribaud before.

Ling Wuyuan only targeted these guys because their deaths were important to him.

It has absolutely nothing to do with interests, or good and evil.

Therefore, he didn't care at all about the thoughts, experiences, or actual situation of the Anwan sea tribe.

Stance is everything. The opposing stances between them determine that those people are those who deserve to be killed in his eyes, and they must be killed completely, including the old, weak, sick and disabled.

This is similar to how the Anwan Sea Clan, after conquering various land-based countries, slaughtered all the land creatures that lived there.

You didn't kill them all.

That would be leaving yourself a source of trouble.

The hatred of national annihilation, ethnic extermination, and land occupation is something that is hard to forget...

Finally, the blood-red crystal was completely integrated into Ribot's body, which had already been turned into a puppet.

It's like being injected with motivation by success.

Under Ling Wuyuan's gaze, Ribot, or rather the puppet formerly known as Ribot, slowly opened its eyes.

This is the end.

Ribot, the High Priest of the Anwan Sea Clan, has completely vanished, replaced by a flesh and blood puppet...

(End of this chapter)