157: Chapter 157 Critical Strike 100,000 Times, The Myriad Paths Furnace Scripture!

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, the general and the soldiers behind him stopped breathing!

They knelt on the spot, tears of excitement filling their eyes as they kowtowed like pounding garlic. "Thank you, Manager! Thank you for Your Majesty's great grace! Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!"

We're rich!

We're really rich!

This news, as if it had grown wings, instantly spread throughout the entire Imperial Dynasty!

Catching demons can earn a marquisate!

Now, the world went even crazier.

Those demons and evil spirits that were originally hiding in deep mountains and old forests, barely surviving, met their doom.

They despairingly discovered that before, when humans saw them, it was with fear.

Now, when humans saw them, their eyes lit up; that look was like they were staring at a walking gold ingot!

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I'll go with you!"

"Big brother, don't tie me up, I'll get into the cage myself. Can you give me some food?"

"I'm reporting! Old Demon Black Wind on the neighboring mountain, he's Ninth Rank! He's valuable!!"

The entire Imperial Dynasty was rapidly "purified" at an incredible speed.

At the very top of the Demon-Slaying Platform, Lin Feng sat high upon a dragon chair formed from the gathering of the National Fate's Dragon Qi, his face expressionless.

He was like a highly efficient assembly line worker.

"Your Majesty, the next sacrifice has arrived."

Huang Fugui ran over flatteringly.

Two Imperial Guards carried a Sixth Rank Painted Skin Demon bound in iron chains and threw it before Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Hand raised.

Blade fell.

Puchi!

[Ding! Successfully slayed a Sixth Rank demon!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 25,215x! Obtained 1,000,000 critical hit points!]

"Next."

"Your Majesty, this is the Blood Blade Ancestor of the Western Regions Demonic Cult, First Layer of the Martial Extremity Realm!"

Lin Feng looked up.

Hand raised.

Blade fell.

[Ding! Successfully slayed First Layer Martial Extremity Realm Blood Blade Ancestor!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 25,265x! Obtained 90,000,000 critical hit points!]

"Next."

"Your Majesty, this is an Eighth Rank Frost Dragon captured from the Northern Ice Plains! This thing was too fierce; the brothers went through a lot of trouble just to knock it out..."

Hand raised.

Blade fell.

[Ding! Successfully slayed Eighth Rank Demon Emperor (Frost Dragon)!]

[...]

"Next."

"Next."

"Next."

...

Wuan Dynasty, Year One, Winter.

Exactly three months had passed since Lin Feng's enthronement.

During these three months, the blood on the Demon-Slaying Platform never dried.

Lin Feng sat upon the ruins of the capital, going nowhere, but the blade in his hand had slain all the demons in the world.

Within the boundaries of the entire Imperial Dynasty, demons had vanished, and evil spirits were purged.

Those former lands of hardship and danger were now places where no one picked up things dropped on the road and doors were left unbolted at night.

The people lived and worked in peace, and they even began to rebuild the capital of their own accord.

And in the very center of the capital, they built a thousand-zhang-tall "Statue of the Wuan Emperor" for Lin Feng.

Incense flourished as ten thousand people bowed in worship.

They did not worship gods or Buddhas, but only this mortal emperor who used killing to stop killing and restored a clear and bright world to the land.

Lin Feng could feel the National Fate's Dragon Qi gathering upon him becoming stronger and stronger, even faintly merging with his martial will, preventing the "Heavenly Gate Rift" hanging high in the sky from spying on this world any longer.

The "pasture" signal had been forcibly "blocked" by him.

On this day, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He hadn't opened his eyes for a long time because the supply of "sacrifices" had completely run out.

Huang Fugui was pacing anxiously below; even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice. The army he sent out had already scoured the land three times, and they couldn't even catch a single mouse spirit.

"Your Majesty... this... this month, only these three little cat demons are left..."

Huang Fugui said with a long face, handing over the last of the "stock."

"Forget it."

Lin Feng casually delivered three strikes, ending the last three sacrifices.

He slowly stood up, and with a thought, called up the long-absent attribute panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Ninth Layer of the Martial Extremity Realm (Peak)]

[Cultivation Technique: Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon (Perfection), Indestructible Asura Body (Perfection)]

[critical hit multiplier: 100,000x!]

[critical hit points: 58.95 billion!]

A 100,000x critical hit multiplier!

58.95 billion critical hit points!

This was an unprecedented, terrifying number sufficient to make the immortals and demons of the Upper Realm tremble!

"It's about time."

Lin Feng clenched his fist, feeling the power within his body capable of crushing stars and the massive amount of critical hit points.

He knew he had completely squeezed the resources of this "beginner village" dry.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze like lightning, shooting toward the still-hideous "Heavenly Gate Rift."

"Zhang Cheng's main body... and those scumbags from the Upper Realm..."

"Is your world-destroying combo ready?"

"This seat's slaughterhouse is about to upgrade."

"This time, the ones to be slaughtered..."

"Are immortals!"

...

Lin Feng sat high upon the dragon chair formed from the gathering of the National Fate's Dragon Qi, his eyes tightly closed.

Exactly three months had passed since his enthronement and the bloodbath of the world's demons.

These three months, he hadn't been idle.

Through the ancient dossiers of the Imperial Family and the Demon Suppression Division, he had scoured the entire Imperial Dynasty for all the top-tier Cultivation Techniques that could be found over the past thousands of years.

Ninety-three in total.

Every single one was enough to make the outside world fight to the death, and all were claimed to lead directly to the Peak of the Martial Extremity Realm.

Now, they all lay quietly in Lin Feng's System space, waiting to be "fused."

"System."

Lin Feng's mind sank into that sea of golden data.

"Consume critical hit points."

"Melt these ninety-three Cultivation Techniques for me!"

"Using the 'Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon' as the bones and the 'Indestructible Asura Body' as the blood, deduce a Cultivation Technique... sufficient to break the rules of this world!"

[Ding!]

[Detected host possesses 95 Cultivation Techniques. Originally required 100 billion critical hit points for deduction; currently consuming critical hit points: 20,000,000,000!]

[Cultivation Technique smelting and deduction beginning!]

Boom!!!!

Twenty billion critical hit points was like igniting a star!

On Lin Feng's attribute panel, that string of astronomical numbers instantly evaporated for the most part.

Meanwhile, within his mental sea, the Profound Truths of the ninety-three Cultivation Techniques were forcibly extracted, shattered, and transformed into the most primitive runes.

Great Sun Heaven-Burning Art! Profound Ice Sea-Suppressing Skill! Eternal Evergreen Body!

These former "divine skills" were now like trash, thrown into an invisible furnace.

Meanwhile, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon and the Indestructible Asura Body transformed into a terrifying Asura God-Fiend, holding a dragon-slaying greatsword, forcibly crushing, devouring, and reorganizing these runes!

This process was incredibly painful.

Even with Lin Feng's Ninth Layer Martial Extremity Realm Divine Soul, he felt waves of tearing, intense pain.

But he didn't make a sound.

The 100,000x critical hit multiplier was frantically accelerating this process!

One day...

Two days...

[Ding! Cultivation Technique Deduction successful!]

[Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the 'Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra'!]

Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra: Uses ten thousand laws as fuel and the Physical Body as a furnace to smelt the heavens and transcend rules. This Cultivation Technique has fused the three lineages of True Qi, Physical Body, and Divine Soul; its potential is limitless!

It's done!