"Dongfang Liang, an old man, this is my son Nanfang Ku, and my daughter-in-law Ah Jia, greeting the exorcist..."

The elder hosted Zhong Shenxiu in the main house, again bringing his family to pay their solemn respects.

"The Four-direction Family? That's interesting..."

Shenxiu smiled, knowing that this family's surnames rotated, with the father named Dongfang, the son named Nanfang, the grandson would be named Xifang, and the great-grandson Beifang, then starting again at Dongfang for the next generation, continuously changing in turn—quite peculiar.

Yet within this peculiar nomer system lay a terrifying curse! It involved a great demon!

But danger also presented opportunity!

All of this would be resolved in the bloodline of the child growing in the woman's belly.

Even, they could gain a portion of that great demon's power!

"To tell you the truth, your son's life is such that he should die right here today."

He sipped his tea, passing a judgment directly, causing Nanfang Ku's face to turn deathly pale.

"If that's the case, then it's my son's ill fortune!"

Dongfang Liang resignedly sighed and prepared to sharpen the knife.

"But I'm not beyond saving his life," Shenxiu continued. "However, to save a life, one must be traded!"

He laid out his own terms.

And Dongfang Liang, who knew well the bizarre means of exorcists, didn't find it the slightest bit wrong: "This old bag of bones is yours for the taking if you wish!"

Shenxiu shook his head, his gaze turning towards the pregnant woman.

"No, that's out of the question—Ah Jia, the child, my father as well! If that's what it takes, I'd rather die!" Nanfang Ku shook his head vehemently.

"Indeed, a display of fatherly affection and filial piety, spousal harmony..."

Shenxiu nodded in approval. In a world like this, if a family could not depend on each other through life and death, they'd damn well have been wiped out countless times already during ordeals.

"However, I don't want your wife's life, nor your child's... What I want is a life from your future generations."

He smiled, revealing his true condition: "It might be in ten or so generations, or it may be dozens of generations later, but when I am in need, your descendants must provide one life for me, how about that?"

Dongfang Liang and Nanfang Ku exchanged glances, their hearts chilling, yet they were somewhat tempted.

After all, the blessing of a noble man should be cut off after five generations; in this terrifying world, being able to take care of three generations was already showing extreme benevolence.

And with ever-flourishing descendants, if they truly proliferated over dozens of generations, and it wasn't solely a single line of succession, then the ever-branching and expanding population was an unfathomable number to them.

Selling off just one in exchange for the present seemed worth it?!

Dongfang Liang excitedly asked, "Venerable one, could it be that my Four-direction Family will spread so far?"

Heaven help them, the Four-direction Family was cursed with scant offspring, and the old man felt his family line was almost extinguished.

"I don't know, it's just casting a wide net..."

Shenxiu smiled faintly and drew a gesture in the air.

A crimson contract materialized: "If you agree, sign with blood; if not, then let it be..."

"Myself, I agree."

While Dongfang Liang and his son hesitated, the woman stepped forward, bit her finger, and firmly pressed it onto the contract.

The contract flashed red and then slowly faded away.

"With this, the contract is binding."

Shenxiu nodded slowly, his eyes on Nanfang Ku.

Nanfang Ku started, then felt something being expelled from his body, a clump of dark blood from his pores, and the blood rain curse mark inexplicably vanished.

"Thank you, exorcist, thank you so much!"

Dongfang Liang bowed repeatedly, only to find that the seat was already empty.

...

Outside on the streets.

Zhong Shenxiu held a black umbrella, his figure gradually disappearing in the blood rain.

"All that talk of casting a wide net is a farce; he was here to sign a contract with just this one house alone."

At that moment, a step forward took him into the river of time, flowing downstream.

Tremendous resistance surfaced along the way.

"Hmm, saving a man doesn't cause much resistance... But over at Mo Ye's side, the foundation's emergence has caused quite a significant shift..."

Zhong Shenxiu felt some strain, but a mist appeared around him, and numerous Dharma Bodies roared in unison, dissolving the backlash from space-time into nothingness.

...

The world rapidly changed, the invention of the steam engine, the rise of technology...

Even the deepest parts of different dimensions, in the many floating cities, became filled with technological colors.

In the end, it was time for the ultimate trial of another sexagenary cycle.

A pale-faced young man with lifeless eyes finally survived, slowly pushing open that great door.

His name was—Beifang Liang!

...

The feeling of being a shadow traversing space-time was indeed quite fascinating.

Ding ding!

The Heart Key slowly fell, and Zhong Shenxiu looked on with a smile at the King of Ten Thousand Demons who had just initiated a reboot.

He casually tossed the Heart Key in his hand and called out, "Blood Covenant of Kin, soul return, soul return, where art thou, Beifang Liang?!"

The King of Ten Thousand Demons, with a body of myth, suddenly froze and then began to shake violently.

Its chest tore open, and it seemed a figure was struggling fiercely within.

That was the vessel it used to carry many fractured incarnations, which was now revolting!

In actuality, after the mythic body was reassembled, the original vessel no longer mattered. Given a bit of time, it could fully recombine, even discard this foundational base.

But precisely this bit of time was what its opponent would not give!

In a clash at the same level, such a huge oversight was fatal!

Zhong Shenxiu's Blood Covenant was witnessed by a unique divinity, even more dreadful, striking right above the vital seven inches!

He transformed again, becoming a vast Daoist Venerable Dharma Body with purple qi stretching three thousand miles, dragon and tiger in tow, his face vaguely his own likeness.

At that moment, behind the Dao Venerate, numerous arms emerged, forming seals.

Darkness descended.

This was the power of the black heaven mimicking the Yellow Heaven Dharma Body. Due to the relative weakness of this particular Small Thousand World, it could easily usurp most of the authority of the Heavenly Dao!

The current Dragon-Tiger Dharma Body was like an embodiment of heaven itself, commanding the Heavenly Tribulation, executing divine punishment on behalf of heaven!

"Do you feel it?"

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand, and endless alternate dimensions shattered, allowing boundless Divine Thunder to flood this place.

"The agony of a world?"

"The struggle of countless generations?"

"And this... their curse returned to you!"

Boom!

Heavenly punishment Divine Thunder struck the King of Ten Thousand Demons' mythic body, one after another. With each thunderclap, large swathes of curse marks and dark insects turned to ash.

In the void, it seemed as though countless figures rushed toward the King of Ten Thousand Demons, desperate to gnaw off a piece of flesh.

This was the unwillingness of countless individuals tortured to death by the devious.

Had Zhong Shenxiu not taken control of this region's Heavenly Dao, their posthumous resentment would have been useless, merely suppressed and utilized, even becoming a part of the adversary's strength.

But now, with a biased Heavenly Dao, this power was easily mobilized.

In the end, the black heaven descended, consuming the King of Ten Thousand Demons' mythic remains to near extinction…

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