Chapter 646 - 644: Who Wants to Instigate the Immortal-Demon War?

Chapter 646: Chapter 644: Who Wants to Instigate the Immortal-Demon War?

But that didn’t matter.

He stretched out his hand.

A small tripod appeared in his palm—the Divine Artifact, the Purple Fire Tripod. Besides its usual functions of cooking hot pot, boiling dumplings, and performing Alchemy, it could also be used to smash people.

And it was lethally accurate.

"It’s been so long since you summoned me, Master! I thought you’d forgotten all about me. Whoa! Master, who is this tattered wreck? That aura... it’s a Golden Crow! And a featherless one, at that. He looks hilarious, HAHAHAHA! I just took a little nap, what in the world happened?"

Aaron Sinclair said nonchalantly, "Nothing much. Just a bald crow looking for trouble. Now it’s your time to shine."

The Purple Fire Tripod’s voice rang out, "Master, he’s trying to hit you! Quick... throw me and smash this little punk to death! Use all your strength, Master! Don’t go easy on me just because I’m a delicate little flower. I’m willing to do anything for you!"

The corner of Aaron Sinclair’s mouth twitched.

He suddenly lost the urge to smash someone with this tripod.

"Shut up."

Aaron Sinclair grabbed the tripod and hurled it directly at the regenerating Corvus. The small tripod in his hand instantly grew enormous as it flew through the air. The Purple Fire Tripod shot forward like a parabola, hurtling straight toward Corvus.

Corvus’s expression changed as he saw the tripod rapidly enlarging before him. ’That aura... it’s a Divine Artifact! It’s on the same level as the Divine Spear in my hand! No, the tripod’s aura feels even more ancient.’

With no time to think, he flew backward, spinning his Divine Spear to block in front of him. He thought he could easily parry the blow, but instead, he was sent flying by an immense force.

His arm shattered, and bones throughout his body broke.

Corvus let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"So satisfying!"

"Master, you’re so amazing! Such perfect aim! My admiration for you is as vast and endless as a surging river, as wild and unstoppable as a flood!"

As it spoke, the tripod shot off on its own, chasing after Corvus’s recoiling figure. It positioned itself directly above him and plummeted down.

Seeing this, only a single thought echoed in Corvus’s mind: ’My life is over.’

"No—!"

Corvus was already severely injured. Now, pinned down by a mountain-sized tripod, he was powerless before its immense force. He could only watch helplessly as the tripod fell upon him. In that moment, he couldn’t even cast Magic to escape this realm.

The Purple Fire Tripod came crashing down.

Everyone heard a hoarse, grating cry, and then... nothing. The force of the Purple Fire Tripod obliterated Corvus, scattering his Divine Soul and disintegrating his body. "Master, did I do a good job? Praise me, quick!"

"Yes, not bad."

Aaron Sinclair’s voice replied calmly.

Celeste Grant, who had been sitting and watching the show the entire time, tutted. She stood up, and the watermelon rind in her hand slowly dissipated.

The Golden Crow’s aura had vanished, which meant his Divine Soul was completely destroyed. ’Rest in peace, Jocelyn Grant’s dear father. I guess this means your family is finally reunited—all neat and tidy.’

She felt a little sympathy for their fate, but not much. In the Cultivation World, the strong are revered. If she and her family hadn’t been strong enough today, they would have met the same fate at their enemies’ hands: death. So, she truly didn’t feel much about their demise.

Corvus was dead.

His subordinates stared, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"He’s dead... Lord Corvus is dead."

"Run! We can’t stay here any longer!"

They used a Forbidden Technique, sacrificing half of their cultivation to escape for their lives as their figures shot into the sky.

Aaron Sinclair had no intention of wiping them all out. He had no grudge against these men, so if they wanted to leave, he wouldn’t stop them. He understood the principle of holding the true culprit accountable.

But before he could act, their bodies began to change strangely. Black, impure energy started rising from them, and their eyes became vacant and lifeless. In an instant, they turned on each other, beginning a savage slaughter.

Even Aaron Sinclair was stunned for a moment.

’What the hell?’

’Wait... are these guys trying to frame me? I didn’t do a thing.’

"AHHHH!"

"AHH!"

"Kill..."

It was as if those men had lost their free will. No... it was more like they were being controlled by someone.

He performed a sealing gesture, his Divine Sense sweeping over everyone before him. He discovered a black seed inside each of their bodies. This seed was controlling their actions and had corroded their Divine Souls. The Celestria from Empyria were now nothing more than puppets.

Faced with this situation, Aaron Sinclair immediately sensed a conspiracy.

He raised his eyes to the void, a wary look unconsciously appearing on his face. It wasn’t just Aaron Sinclair; Celeste Grant also felt that something was very wrong.

Her figure flickered, and she instantly appeared beside her son. "Aaron, it looks like they’re being controlled."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly. "Yes, their Divine Souls have been corroded. There’s a black seed in their bodies. I just tried, but I can’t remove it. Mother, I sense a conspiracy brewing."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Yes, I feel it too. It’s alright. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Our family has never been afraid of anyone." They didn’t go looking for trouble, but they weren’t afraid of it either.

As she was speaking with her son, the Celestria soldiers from Empyria fell one by one, slaughtering each other. Their eyes were vacant, their movements sluggish. Even as they collapsed, uncontrollable whispers of "kill, kill" escaped their lips.

The scene was utterly bizarre.

Just as the Celestria soldiers were killing each other, a dark red halo appeared in the void. At that moment, the bodies of the fighting Celestria soldiers seemed to freeze, as if restrained. They slowly levitated into the air and vanished into the halo.

At the same time, a voice boomed from the void.

"The bloodline of the Demon God?"

"The esteemed Young Master of the Demon Realm, using such an Evil Technique to slaughter my Celestria people. Do you truly believe the Immortal Realm has no one to answer you? When I emerge from my seclusion, I will certainly go to the Demon Realm to demand an explanation. Aaron Sinclair, I will remember you."

As these words were spoken, the heavens and earth trembled, and the clouds in the sky roiled. In an instant, the sky darkened. The voice was filled with rage. The pressure was immense, yet the speaker had not descended; they were merely projecting their voice from a great distance.

At this point, what could Celeste Grant not understand? She and her son looked at each other and saw the same realization in each other’s eyes: they were being framed.

’Someone just saddled us with some serious blame. Who is behind this? What is their goal? Are they trying to provoke a conflict between us and the Celestria?’

Aaron Sinclair scratched his head.

"Fuck... What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean I used an Evil Technique to slaughter your Celestria? Even a frame-up shouldn’t be this blatant."

This was a blatant, shameless frame-up.

But before Aaron Sinclair could say more, another voice slowly rang out.

"Are all of you from Empyria complete idiots? If I truly wanted to cause trouble for you, I wouldn’t need to be so convoluted. I would just charge right in and start killing."