Yan Country.
Southern Commandery.
Liu County City.
Inside a single-story house, Li Yue sat cross-legged.
A bloody mist permeated his body, carrying the sweet, metallic scent unique to fresh blood.
Anyone seeing this scene would know that this was a Demonic Cultivator.
A moment later.
The bloody mist was completely absorbed.
"Cultivating for a day only yields one hundred and fiftieth of a wisp of magical power..."
"And to advance the 'Blood Spring Art' from the First Layer to the Second Layer..."
"Requires twenty wisps of magical power."
"I currently only have ten wisps of magical power, still lacking ten."
"Even if I meditate daily, it will still take at least one thousand five hundred days to advance to Qi Refining Second Layer."
"A full four years and more."
He opened his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed.
It would take over four years just to advance to Qi Refining Second Layer.
What about advancing from Qi Refining Second Layer to Qi Refining Third Layer?
It would probably take another six or seven years.
With just a quick calculation.
He understood.
Relying solely on meditation to Cultivate would mean waiting until he died of old age.
He would absolutely not be able to advance to Qi Refining Tenth Layer and reach Qi Refining Perfection.
Even Late Qi Refining Stage seemed hopeless.
"As expected, it's just an Aptitude that barely reached Low-Grade Spiritual Root..."
"This Cultivation speed is too slow..."
He felt a wave of helplessness.
Three days ago.
He was still lying at home, scrolling through videos, admiring Misss of all shapes and sizes performing their talents.
But in the blink of an eye.
He Transmigrated.
And he wasn't the only one who Transmigrated.
A full five billion adults from Blue Star Transmigrated.
They Transmigrated to this Cultivation World, undergoing Possession to become low-level Demonic Cultivators.
Everyone was a Demonic Cultivator!
There wasn't a single Orthodox Immortal Cultivator.
Which meant—
Overnight.
Five billion low-level Demonic Cultivators in the Cultivation World had their Souls replaced.
"Let's see how many people died today..."
He muttered.
As his mind stirred.
A translucent light screen appeared before him.
On the light screen were icons like [Personal Information], [area chat], [Area Trading], [Friends], [personal mission], [Warm Reminder]...
Li Yue's gaze fell upon the [area chat] icon.
The next moment.
The icon expanded, transforming into a chat interface.
A large amount of information scrolled by continuously.
[I just refined a living soul, and my Cultivation speed actually increased by almost tenfold, it's so exhilarating!]
[I swallowed the blood of ten people, and my Cultivation speed also increased tenfold!]
[How can you all do this? You're actually starting to massacre people for Cultivation?!]
[What are we? We are Demonic Cultivators. How can a Demonic Cultivator Cultivate without killing?]
[Fellow Daoist dies, not me, the poor Daoist. If I don't kill to increase my strength, how can I survive?]
[Hehe, I advise you not to be so naive. Since we're already Demonic Cultivators, what benevolence and righteousness are there to speak of?]
[Killing is wrong! We can kill wild beasts and Yao Beasts to Cultivate!]
[Hehe...]
[Hehehe...]
...Li Yue glanced casually and then ignored these messages.
His gaze shifted to the upper right corner of the interface.
There was a number there.
A day ago, it was 'ninety-eight thousand and thirty-five'.
Now, it had become 'ninety-seven thousand three hundred and twenty-eight'.
"In one day, another seven hundred and seven people died."
"In our area of one hundred thousand people, a total of two thousand six hundred and seventy-two people have died in three days."
"I wonder how they all died..."
His expression was solemn.
This death rate was too high!
It had only been three days.
So many had already died.
And people were still dying.
This made his scalp tingle.
After all—
They couldn't reveal to outsiders, in any form, that they came from another world.
Which meant—
The two thousand six hundred and seventy-two people who died did not die due to Possession issues.
They simply died from encountering danger!
Of course.
He guessed that many were killed because their brains were muddled, they didn't understand the situation, and their Demonic Cultivator identity was exposed.
And some others were probably killed for indiscriminately murdering people for Cultivation, and were then subdued by Righteous Path Cultivators.
And this was only his area!
If the five billion Blue Star Demonic Cultivators were calculated at this ratio, over one hundred and thirty million had already died!
In just three days!
"Can't be reckless."
"This Cultivation World is too dangerous."
"I am just a small Demonic Path Loose Cultivator."
"I have no Cultivation."
"I have no Magical Artifacts."
"Encountering a Righteous Path Disciple means certain death..."
He thought to himself.
He deeply understood the importance of staying low-key.
Those deceased Blue Star Demonic Cultivators were a lesson.
According to the instructions on the [Warm Reminder].
Dying in this Cultivation World didn't mean returning to Blue Star.
It was a true and real death!
Moreover, if they encountered other Demonic Cultivators.
Being Soul-extracted, Soul-refined, and tortured to death was not impossible.
"Strength."
"I must stay low-key and improve my strength."
"The county town is bustling with people. As long as I don't actively expose myself, the Devilish Qi on me can still be concealed."
"It's just a pity I can't hunt for blood food..."
He murmured inwardly.
He didn't have much psychological barrier about killing people for Cultivation.
He just needed to choose some wicked individuals.
But as long as he made a move to kill, there was a risk of exposure.
And once exposed, there was a high probability of death!
After all, he was just a low-level Demonic Cultivator at Qi Refining First Layer.
And he didn't know any techniques for concealment or stealth.
Any Cultivator could easily deal with him.
"At the very least, I need to learn a few concealment and stealth techniques before I can very cautiously begin hunting."
"For now, I'll just quietly meditate."
His expression returned to calm, and his gaze turned to the [Personal Information] icon.
The icon expanded.
An interface appeared... [Name: Li Yue]
[Identity: Demonic Path Loose Cultivator]
[Cultivation: Qi Refining First Layer]
[Lifespan: One hundred and seven years]
[Spiritual Root: Low Grade Fire Spiritual Root — Five (Five - Nine is Low Grade Spiritual Root, Ten - Fourteen is Medium Grade Spiritual Root, Fifteen - Nineteen is High Grade Spiritual Root...)]
[Cultivation Technique: Blood Spring Art — First Layer]
[Spell: Blood Coagulation Technique — Beginner, Blood Blade Technique — Beginner, Traceless Snow Tread — Perfection (Mortal)]
[Magical Artifact: soul refining banner — Unranked (Two Souls)]
[Arts: None]
[Items: Twelve Spirit Stone fragments, thirteen catties of Low Grade Blood Spirit Rice, one 'Demonic Light Shield' Talisman, six Qi Replenishing Pills, Blood Spring Art Jade Slip, one sharp long sword, various silver...]
..."This meager fortune..."
"As expected of a low-level Loose Cultivator..."
He shook his head repeatedly.
These were all naturally left to him by the original owner.
After all, he had only taken over this eighteen-year-old body for three days.
Aside from meditating, he hadn't done anything else.
Of course.
The Demonic Cultivators who descended from Blue Star via Possession, as far as he knew, were all similar to him... Everyone was a low-level Demonic Cultivator.
No one was stronger than anyone else.
If there was one thing he was relatively satisfied with, it was his lifespan.
Although he was only the lowest-level Qi Refining First Layer Demonic Cultivator, if he remained free of illness and disaster, he could live to one hundred and twenty-five years old!
Just as he was about to cook two liang of Blood Spirit Rice to fill his stomach.
He suddenly sensed a gray-blue light shining from deep within his Sea of Consciousness!
Within the gray-blue light.
Was a gray-blue gate.
Water rippled at the gate.
Reflecting a modern city filled with ruins, and zombies wandering the streets...
"What is this?"
Li Yue was stunned.
There was actually a gate in his Sea of Consciousness?!