I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Yang Jing and Xiao Chengfeng ’s expressions became grave when they saw what happened to the people behind them.

”What do you think, Old Xiao? ” asked Yang Jing grimly.

”There ’s definitely something odd going on there, ” said Xiao Chengfeng. ”You won ’t feel anything odd from the outside, but once inside, it ’ll show its true colors. Those without strong cultivation will instantly be sucked dry. It ’s like the black gas is luring us inside before hooking onto us! ”

Yang Jing nodded his head. ”This is most probably what ’s happening. This isn ’t the work of the dead. ”

They did not need to worry as their cultivation was strong enough and in no time at all, they arrived at the center of the black cloud. Their expressions became even grimmer and their hearts dropped to the bottom when they saw what was before them. The sky had turned completely black as if black ink had spilled out from the heavens. It was filled with despair, frustration, and mania.

They sensed that the beings of this world had co-existed peacefully together before this disaster struck them out of the blue. The beings did not fade away. They were only blackened. The black cloud must have erupted like Mount Vesuvius because some of the corpses were found in positions of the previous activities they were doing. Some were frozen mid-laughter, some were frozen while tilling the land, and some were even drinking!

However, most of the cultivators ’ faces were filled with fear. They could vividly feel the despair and pain they were feeling when faced with the awareness of their impending death. Even the animals and the plants…everything was blackened. This was a dead planet. Their frustration condensed into something tangible which howled in the sky. Yang Jing used his third eye to peer through the gas and saw millions of resentful spirits swirling around the black katana.

The murderous aura the black katana was giving out was even more terrifying than the millions of resentful spirits swirling around it. It was so terrible that Yang Jing had pins and needles that pricked his skull and he had to look away to stop the stabbing sensation on his third eye.

”This is a cursed sword. It made this world into hell in an instant and is stained with the blood of a billion beings, ” said Yang Jing in a raspy voice.