The cultivation world has been extraordinarily turbulent lately.
When they first obtained that dragon, everyone thought it was a gift from heaven.
After all, everyone who acquired parts of the dragon had already gained significant benefits. Whether it was using dragon scales and bones to forge magical artifacts or directly drinking dragon blood, these were undoubtedly things that could lead to rapid progress.
They believed it was the key to unlocking a smooth path for their future.
But how could they have imagined that it was, in fact, merely a key leading them to hell?
This dragon was the lover of Liu Buli’s disciple.
Everyone who had obtained something from the dragon knew this clearly.
Yet, they all feigned ignorance, essentially to reassure themselves.
Since they didn't know who the dragon belonged to, they reasoned that even if they divided it, they couldn't be blamed, could they?
Moreover, they all harbored a faint, unspoken thought—
Even if they showed that they knew the dragon's identity, what difference would it make?
So many people in the cultivation world had divided the dragon.
Even with all of Liu Buli's power, could he really oppose the entire cultivation world for a dead dragon?
Anyone with a modicum of sense would never do such a thing!
Because to do so would be to court death.
Liu Buli was not a fool.
In the face of his own life, he would surely know how to distinguish.
This was what everyone thought.
Therefore, none of them expected that Liu Buli would indeed be the "fool" they imagined.
When he went on a city- and sect-slaughtering spree for his disciple's corpse, the people of the cultivation world already thought he had gone mad. It was only when they discovered that Liu Buli was willing to descend into demonic cultivation for this cause that they confirmed the extent of his madness was far beyond ordinary.
The subsequent battle against the demon was simply an effort to unite and kill this demon. Once this demon was dead, those who had taken parts of the dragon would no longer have to fear retaliation.
This was a well-thought-out plan, but they never anticipated that the so-called demon-slaying battle would end in such a complete failure.
The people were unsure how powerful Liu Buli himself was.
But they were certain that the sword in Liu Buli's hand was undeniably problematic.
Anything touched by that sword, no matter how powerful the cultivator, would be directly annihilated. The sword itself was flawed, and Liu Buli's state clearly indicated he was severely affected by it.
Everyone sensed this problem, but no one had a solution.
What if he was controlled by the sword?
If the sword wasn't in their hands, they were destined to be slaughtered.
Furthermore, another disciple of Liu Buli had also returned.
The madman who considered Liu Buli his everything.
When they saw that madman appear, the cultivators already knew they had no chance of victory. And when they heard Liu Buli say that the madman was not only of the Ghost Clan but also the young master of the Ghost King's family, they finally understood that they had truly provoked the wrong person this time.
But it was already too late.
Thus, the first wave of cultivators who went to deal with Liu Buli and his group under the banner of demon-slaying and righteous path all met a tragic end, marking the conclusion of their lives.
As for those cultivators who hadn't participated in the event but had still drunk dragon blood, they secretly told themselves that perhaps they had escaped this calamity. Liu Buli didn't know of their existence, didn't know what they had done, so he wouldn't come to kill them.
Ultimately, such words were merely a form of self-consolation. But without this self-consolation, these people could not live peacefully.
Fortunately, for a period afterward, Liu Buli indeed behaved very docilely.
No one knew where he had gone.
Including his disciple and Shen Muzhi, who had gone mad with him, these few individuals seemed to have vanished into thin air, bringing a measure of relief to those who had done wrong.
Perhaps Liu Buli had truly calmed down.
Or perhaps he genuinely didn't know of their existence.
In any case, either scenario was good for them. They lived peacefully and happily for a while, only to discover that the person who had filled them with dread and despair had suddenly reappeared before them once more.
And at this point, they understood another truth—
Liu Buli knew very clearly who had partaken of the dragon.
And his sudden silence for so long was not because he intended to spare anyone. It was simply because he had other matters to attend to and temporarily had no time to deal with them.
When Liu Buli reappeared, the coffin he usually carried was gone. Thus, they could infer that during his absence, he must have gone to bury his disciple.
However, since he had already buried him, why was he still holding a grudge against them?
From beginning to end, they never felt they had done anything wrong.
After all, it was a dragon.
A dragon right before their eyes.
Besides that madman Liu Buli, who wouldn't be tempted?
But even if they said these words to Liu Buli, he would absolutely not let them go. Everyone knew this clearly, so when they were being slaughtered by Liu Buli with no recourse, they thought of what they considered the most proper and safest method—
To seek Master Linkong at the Guiyi Sect for help.
Even if Liu Buli, the demon, couldn't be eliminated, if Master Linkong could persuade him to abandon his killing spree, it would at least offer a way out for the rest of the cultivation world.
This was their earnest hope.
And Master Linkong did indeed accept their plea.
Although he didn't explicitly state how he would handle it, when Liu Buli once again went to slaughter a sect, Master Linkong appeared on the scene with the other cultivators.
Liu Buli was vastly different from the last time they had seen him. He was no longer the person with bright, sparkling eyes, as if he had everything around him under control.
Instead, he was filled with exhaustion, and his once dark eyes were now terrifyingly red.
Upon seeing Master Linkong, Liu Buli paused.
Then, as if he no longer cared about anything around him, he indifferently asked him, "Are you here to kill me, like them?"