“What do you wish to say?”

Lin Changsheng momentarily ceased his actions, curious to hear what the people from Heavenly Jade Sect had to say.

“This matter indeed originated from our Heavenly Jade Sect, and we acknowledge our guilt. We are willing to do our utmost to atone for our mistakes.”

Faced with Lin Changsheng’s imposing aura, Shen Shijie found himself utterly powerless, his spiritual Qi sealed as if bound, rendering him incapable of using any Dao techniques.

At this point, other than begging for mercy, there was no other option.

“Then atone with your life!”

With that, Lin Changsheng made his move once more.

“No!” Shen Shijie cried out in terror, pleading, “Please, Predecessor, show mercy, I am willing to become a slave…”

Shen Shijie’s body was immobilized, unable to move, left only to face his impending death.

A breath later, a giant palm struck Shen Shijie, causing his internal organs to burst and his soul to be extinguished in an instant.

With a thud, Shen Shijie fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, unable to close them even in death. In his pursuit of power, he allowed the Demon’s Lair to expand, extracting spirit veins and various resources from it.

In the end, all was for naught, a laughable outcome indeed!

Witnessing the fall of their Old Ancestor, everyone from the Heavenly Jade Sect was struck with terror, trembling all over.

Even Shen Shijie, a cultivator who had crossed the Tribulation, had not the slightest ability to resist. What could the others do? Their hearts were not set on avenging Shen Shijie, but on how to survive.

“Predecessor, spare our lives!”

Following an Elder’s plea as he knelt, more and more followed suit, shivering with cold dread, their voices trembling.

Even Qin Yang, the Sect Master, couldn’t help but entertain thoughts of begging for mercy. However, due to years of maintaining a lofty demeanor, he struggled to let go of the pride and dignity deep within his heart.

But soon, even if Qin Yang wanted to beg for mercy, it would be too late.

“A Sect Master who consorts with demons and harms the innocent deserves death.”

Lin Changsheng’s gaze shifted to Qin Yang, each word resonating like the sound of the great Dao, striking at the soul.

“I…”

Qin Yang’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to argue.

Whoosh!

Lin Changsheng had no time to waste on Qin Yang’s nonsense, pointing a finger.

A streak of Mysterious Light pierced through Qin Yang’s forehead, claiming his life.

If he could do it all over again, Qin Yang would surely not care about so-called dignity, would have immediately knelt to beg for mercy, perhaps then he might have had a chance to live!

With the Old Ancestor and Sect Master fallen, the defenses of the Heavenly Jade Sect’s people were utterly shattered.

Thousands knelt on the ground, shivering, ceaselessly begging for mercy.

The pressure of a Mahayana cultivator is not something mortals can withstand.

“Those who instigated the calamity of the Demon’s Lair shall not be spared.”

Lin Changsheng used a secret art passed down from the Qing Sect, singling out those Elders who had orchestrated the affairs of the Demon’s Lair.

With a single thought, more than ten Elders died without warning.

The powerful figures from various sects who stood by and witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spines, their clothes soaked with cold sweat, fearing that they might be implicated, extremely anxious.

“The innocent may leave.”

Lin Changsheng would not kill indiscriminately, his voice echoing between heaven and earth.

Afterward, Lin Changsheng’s figure disappeared.

The top combatants of the Heavenly Jade Sect were almost entirely wiped out, the sect existing in name only. The ordinary Elders and Disciples dared not linger, fleeing as far as they could.

Some with greater courage broke into the treasury only to find it empty. In a desperate plea for a Mahayana cultivator’s intervention, the Heavenly Jade Sect had exhausted its foundation, to no avail, and thus decided to leave the Flow Star Domain to seek an opportunity for resurgence elsewhere.

In just a short two hours, the Heavenly Jade Sect became ruins, anything of value taken by the sect’s own Elders.

From this point on, the Flow Star Domain no longer had a Heavenly Jade Sect.

The powerful figures from various sects watching from a distance had complex expressions.

“The Heavenly Jade Sect is no more.”

“Who was that person?”

“To kill a Tribulation Crossing cultivator with a flip of the hand, that is the power of a top-tier Powerful Figure!”

“Fortunately, that Predecessor did not have a penchant for indiscriminate killing, or else our fate would have been grim.”

The image of Lin Changsheng in his black robe was deeply etched into the minds of the cultivators from various sects, unforgettable.

The news of the Heavenly Jade Sect’s destruction quickly spread throughout many parts of the Flow Star Domain, causing quite a stir. Unaware and uninterested in these developments, Lin Changsheng had already arrived at the underground Demon’s Lair of the Heavenly Jade Sect.

Returning to this place brought a mix of emotions.

Within a few breaths, Lin Changsheng appeared at the deepest part of the Demon’s Lair.

“Snap.”

With a snap of his fingers, the endless darkness was dispelled by a beam of green light.

The Wall of Ten Thousand Demons and countless demonic stone statues…

In the past, Lin Changsheng was powerless against such dangers, nearly perishing, but at a critical moment, he broke through the inherited prohibitions and received protection from his ancestors.

“It’s time to end this.”

Lin Changsheng extended his right hand, looking down at the Demon Heart below.

Sensing the threat of death, the Demon Heart, preferring injury over capture, began to throb violently, attempting to break free from the Barrier Spiritual Pearl’s seal.

A surge of demonic Qi rushed towards Lin Changsheng.

“Useless.”

Unfazed, Lin Changsheng simply swept his sleeve, dispersing the demonic Qi.

Next, a Daoist seal formed in the palm of his right hand.

“Go!”

Lin Changsheng pushed the seal towards the Demon Heart.

The Demon Heart swelled to several times its size, its blood vessels becoming distinctly visible, as if it were consumed by fear.

“Boom!”

The seal struck the Demon Heart, piercing deep into its core. The powerful force caused the Demon Heart to burst, scattering black flesh and blood in all directions.

With the explosion of the Demon Heart, the nearby Wall of Ten Thousand Demons and other objects began to crumble.

“Wails—”

Sorrowful cries echoed from all directions, sounding agonizingly painful.

All the demonic Dao laws could not approach Lin Changsheng, and in just a moment, the Demon’s Lair collapsed, resolving the crisis of the Flow Star Domain.

As the laws of the Demon’s Lair shattered, the structures of the Heavenly Jade Sect above began to shake, most of the buildings falling into the abyss, filling the Demon’s Lair.

With that, the Heavenly Jade Sect truly became a wasteland, thick smoke spreading in all directions.

“It seems the Demon’s Lair has been dealt with by that Predecessor.”

Cultivators from nearby sects watched as one palace after another of the Heavenly Jade Sect collapsed, no trace of demonic Qi to be felt.

“Indeed!”

A cultivator boldly used his supernatural power to observe closely, confirming that the Demon’s Lair had indeed been destroyed.

“It must be the work of that Predecessor, our fortune, the fortune of the common people of the Flow Star Domain!”

The crowd felt reverence for the unidentified Mahayana Predecessor.

Lin Changsheng himself had already left the territory of the Heavenly Jade Sect, heading towards a more secluded place.

A mortal city, rarely visited by cultivators.

Walking straight to it, Lin Changsheng stopped at the door of a house.

“Clang.”

The tightly shut door opened, and out walked a limping old man in plain clothes, none other than the Sword Immortal Changgeng, Li Muyang.