Daily life of a cultivation judge



The Non luminous dissecating ghost yin flame could be in certain aspects considered an alchemy flame except where typical alchemy flames were used to refine and maximize spiritual herbs and other alchemical ingredients, the non-luminous dissecating ghost yin flame refined humans and treated them as ingredients. It refined everything from blood, and qi down to their soul essence.

It was the go-to flame for corpse refiners and blood refiners, and its origins tied back to an ancient sect known as the ghost lamp sect. 

A sect of heretical cultivators who studied everything from soul refinement to corpse refinement, to human puppetry and the like. The sect existed over a million years ago and its hey dey it was as powerful as the Radiant Sword Sect or the Flowing Valley. 

It was rumored that the founder of the Crimson Wave found an artifact belonging to the Ghost Lamp sect, and that artifact was one of the reasons he managed to hold his own against four inner core elders of the Radiant Sword Sect despite being besieged alone and even managed to heavily injure one of them.

Despite being long gone, the remnants of the Ghost Lamp Sect still influenced the current Southern Continent. They had countless mysterious realms and grottos floating about in the continent which contained thousands upon thousands of cultivation arts, their research, and artifacts among other things that constituted their foundations which have formed the backbone of some of the major heretical organizations formed around the continent.

The non luminous dissecating ghost yin flame was but one of its many fruits.

"The chrysalis soul incubation art is really something.... the memories inscribed here managed to capture everything senior Tang Niu saw down to the intrinsic sensual details, such as the chilling cold of the non-luminous dissecating ghost yin flame.." said Mo Liwei.

"Couldn't have been easy for him. He really was talented to be able to reproduce such a thing as a core formation cultivator. Sealing a memory inside your bloodline by materializing your soul, couldn't have been an easy feat.

The technique and that bone had a major part to play, but his part can't be overlooked either.." said Yang Qing as he sighed in pity.

Based on what they could see, had Tang Wenyan's great great grandfather been alive and not shattered his core, with the talents he had shown, reaching the domain realm was in the realms of high possibility.

The scene played out just as Tang Wenyan had described. Everyone within the grounds died, their blood essence, qi, and energy sucked dry by the non-luminous ghost yin flame. 

Afterward, the purple-haired young lady disintegrated into dust as the flowers around her body blended together to form a white fruit.

The grey-haired lady stored the fruit away and then proceeded to draw an intricate blood-refining array below the grounds where the massacre had just happened.

She dropped a few blood-soaked natural treasures, activated the array briefly, and then disappeared from view.

The image cut off after that point, and the bone stopped producing the bird and river flowing sound. It seemed to have more cracks than before.

Tang Wenyan grabbed it and formed a short seal that transformed it back to the green polished cane from before, though its luster seemed a bit duller.

He couldn't help but sigh as he noted the change.

"Yu Gen, I take it you know the identity of that woman with the mole under her left eye?" asked Dai Chen.

"Yes, she is the first elder of the Ice Emerald Sect, Guo Mei. With just this, even if we ignore everything else, we know there is something wrong with Ice Emerald Sect. One of their elders massacred the Shu family just like that, and it seems like in the process she also refined Shu Wen into a fruit, as to what ends, I don't know, but what we do know is that she was targetted, and the Shu clan was eliminated as a result of it.

The fact that the elder can produce the non-luminous ghost yin flame is another factor. Since as we all know you can only produce that flame by draining the entire life essence of at least 30,000 cultivators in the foundation establishment realm, and it needs to be done above a high-grade yin spiritual vein.

Only in this way can you harvest the seed of the non-luminous ghost yin flame. Odds are Guo Mei isn't the only person from the Ice Emerald Sect to know that spell.

Other than Tang Wenyan, we managed to find countless others whose stories matched more or less what his great great grandfather saw that night.

It isn't exactly the same, in the manner of execution, but in most instances, someone with a yin physique was at the center of it, and these events run back 40,000 years.

In addition, there are a few survivors of organizations that had certain parts of the frozen serenity scripture, and their description of the attackers links back to the Ice Emerald Sect.."

"Are they here?" asked Mo Liwei.

"They are.."

"It seems we have a long day ahead of us.." said Wei Ying.

"Seniors, does it mean you know the identity of that woman?!" Tang Wenyan suddenly interjected in disbelief.

Despite hearing the identity of the woman, and her affiliation with the Ice Emerald Sect, he still couldn't believe it.

"We do, Patriarch Wenyan.." Zhang Qingge who had been silent all this while, softly answered.

"Good, good, good...." Tears started falling from his eyes as he smiled, and when his trembling legs couldn't handle the excitement from the news, he sat down as he smiled and cried, saying good over and over.

Yang Qing and the rest didn't dare interrupt him and let him process it, however long it took. 

It took almost half an hour before Tang Wenyan settled down, albeit mildly because his hands were still shaking and he had a relieved smile plastered on his face, and tears still danced at the tip of his eyelashes threatening to fall.

"Sorry about that...I'm sure it's not an easy experience seeing an old man cry..." Tang Wenyan said as he smiled in slight embarrassment.

"Those memories just weren't memories. Having them stored inside our bloodline, since we share the same bloodline as him, there was a resonance, I don't know if it was intended on his part, or it was an accident, but because of it, everything within that memory was vivid to us as though we were there, including everything my great great grandfather felt in that moment, and after.

The fear, how bottomless and swallowing it was. It never seemed to stop. The guilt that came after, and regret. We felt it all, every day from the moment the seal was passed onto you and activated.

While I respect my great-great-grandfather for trying, another part of me resents him. That was his burden to carry but he subjected his descendants to a never-ending torment of reliving his memory of that day.

He was a rare talent, one that hadn't been seen in thousands of years, but what were the odds of another person like him appearing in our clan? We are not him. Reaching the core formation realm is hard enough, let alone the palace realm. 

I always felt like he knowingly condemned us to endure the same torment as him. Out of spite or out of trying to achieve a sense of peace from knowing there were others who would feel what he felt back then.

Whatever the reason, it was complete hell for me, my father before me, and my grandfather. They all seemed broken towards the end, the shell of the people they once were, and I was there too, and the thought my son would go through the same thing did nothing but add to my sorrow.

On behalf of the Tang family, I want to thank you. It might be another case to you, but to us it's a redemption from a five thousand year old curse.

Thank you..." Tang Wenyan said as he performed a deep bow.