To be honest, Shen Yi did not have a favorable impression of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique.
Of course, it was not because this technique was overly demonic. After all, among the demonic cultivation techniques he had practiced initially, there were many cruel methods, including some that involved confining demons to eternal torment.
Shen Yi did not care much about that.
What he cared more about was that this Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique would clearly affect the cultivator’s mind.
Merely at the entry-level, it made him feel parched and irritable whenever he acted, with an uncontrollable urge to unleash the killing intent inside him. If he actually reached the Perfection Realm and transformed into so-called Blood God, having nothing but the purest killing intent in his mind, wouldn’t he become a crazed killer?
This made Shen Yi, who was accustomed to staying calm during confrontations, slightly uncomfortable.
Now, to pass on such an inherently demonic technique to a group of demons for derivation was unimaginable.
Shen Yi gathered his thoughts and focused on the panel.
As the demon lifespan swiftly decayed, the text in the prompt changed rapidly as well.
The main force in deriving the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique was naturally Yue Tianji; this direct descendant of the Yue Family had studied the canons of various major sects, no less talented than the genuine prodigies of Northern Hong, but being a demon and having a somewhat stubborn mind had made him suffer a lot.
Among the residual thoughts of the other demons, those from the Qi Refining and Returning to Void Realm, let alone providing any advice, merely glimpsing the Blood God True Intent nearly drove them mad.
The demons at the Unity Realm Stage could barely stabilize their minds but also struggled to truly understand the meaning of the slaughter tribulation.
[In the thirty-seventh hundred year, with your assistance and that of many Hall Masters, Yue Tianji exerted himself greatly to derive the subsequent methods of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood God Technique, but human effort has its limits. As the Disaster Qilin, he found even the entry-level difficult, and despite the blessings of such a prolonged period, the progress was slow, and he couldn’t discern right from wrong.]
After an unknown duration, a bleak and desperate voice echoed in Shen Yi’s mind.
"Please activate the array! Let us experience the slaughter tribulation firsthand!"
Clearly, Yue Tianji, only barely at Unity Dao level as a demon soul and with already unstable mental capacities, was nearing breakdown after surpassing ten thousand years in this derivation.
Without truly entering the slaughter tribulation, relying solely on Shen Yi’s descriptions, he, by merely observing the Blood God True Intent and making wild guesses, was completely unable to make any further progress but was trending towards falling into madness.
Shen Yi pondered for a moment, and a dense, almost tangible red light surged in his eyes.
In an instant, the envisioned Illusion Array of slaughter instantly engulfed his Divine Soul.
And within the panel, these countless threads of demon residual thoughts were enveloped in the slaughter tribulation together with him!
For a moment, Shen Yi’s mind was filled with nothing but furious roars.
Even the Early Stage Little Demons were mostly those who had blood on their hands.
But the tribulations Shen Yi could overcome did not mean they could too; this test required not only ruthlessness but more importantly, a stable mind and the refinement of the utmost killing intent, otherwise, they would only lash out violently, becoming irrational beasts.
[In the forty-third thousand year, positioned at the end of the Killing Illusion Array, you watched quietly as that group of demons succumbed amid the tribulation. As master of the Killing Array, you could clearly see what they were going through—those were the deepest nightmares of their memories, now cruelly reenacted by you over and over again.]
Apart from regular vengeance killings, there were many acts among these demons such as patricide, cannibalism of offspring, and betrayal of their kin.
And to overcome such major calamity, one had to achieve a guilt-free heart and a clear Divine Soul to break the situation.
With crazy injections of demon lifespan, time extended into calculations of hundreds of thousands of years.
Countless demon residual thoughts began to fall in large numbers.
Fortunately, this slaughter tribulation was under Shen Yi’s control.
With a slight wave of his hand, he released them from the Killing Array and let them return to slumber.
But having witnessed countless iterations of these demons’ pasts, the crimson intensity in Shen Yi’s eyes gradually began to dissipate.
He had practiced cultivation for only a few years. Even with the long experiences within the panel, how could he watch the calamities of the world and remain unmoved?
[In the hundred and thirty-seventh thousand year, you tried numerous times to close your eyes, but as the master of the slaughter tribulation, such actions only made you see more clearly, with every scene vividly alive before you, those grotesque, tear-streaked faces permanently engraved in your Divine Soul.]
[You watched them sink for tens of thousands of years, eventually falling powerless, the Blood God True Intent in your eyes gradually becoming less pure, your heart growing increasingly detached until a strand of gray mist drifted from the body of a demon soul.]
Shen Yi suddenly felt something amiss. The panel wouldn’t normally reflect all changes in derivation on himself, but now, he felt inexplicably enveloped in a chilling stillness.
He seemed to have lost most of his emotions.
He furrowed his brows slightly, spread out his palm, and watched the thread of blood slowly transform into an unrippled gray, without the purest intent to kill, merely leaving behind a chilling emptiness of obliteration.
[Immortal. Ten Thousand Tribulations Heartless Path: Entry-level]
Observing the suffering of life, achieving the Path devoid of compassion.
As long as demon souls are not extinguished, suffering persists.
With the help of many demons, this technique finally underwent a transformation.
That wisp of gray fog oscillated uncertainly at his fingertips, reflecting in Shen Yi’s pupils.
He slightly raised his head, a pale, handsome face carrying an aloofness that overlooked the surging clouds of the mortal world, his heart utterly undisturbed.