I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

“Too late,” Ada said in a cold voice with a golden light enveloping her body.

She looked up into the sky before half-kneeling to the ground with an extremely respectful expression on her face. “The holy golden guardians pay our respects to Empress Helen!”

Rumble…

Darkness suddenly descended over the sky above.

Strings of inky-black silk crisscrossed and interlaced over one another, creating a spatial seal within a radius of a hundred fifty kilometers, giving none of the Divine Disc League Blood Tribe cultivators a chance at running away.

Reginald’s face turned deathly pale as he looked up into the sky with despair etched on his face. “How could this be? Even Empress Helen herself has gotten involved?”

All of the other Blood Tribe powerful beings were also struck by shock and horror.

Dao Integration Stage emperors were paramount beings in their eyes who were close to invincible, and no living beings dared to oppose them.

Now that an empress had descended upon this place, they had next to no chance of survival.

“Reginald, you are suspected of treason against the Blood Tribe and are now opposing my orders. Have you prepared yourself to have your soul searched by me?”

An apathetic voice filled with might and majesty sounded from the sky.

Reginald roared and poured all of his energy into the Divine Disc Slaughter Formation.

The formation revolved even more quickly, and a blood spear over ten kilometers in length, which was imbued with the fearsome powers of life and death, was materialized before piercing straight toward Empress Helen.

This was the most powerful technique the formation was capable of unleashing, and it was also Reginald’s final struggle. The might of the blood spear was comparable to a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure’s attack, and it was capable of even destroying all space in its wake!

The blood spear shot forth for over a hundred kilometers before crashing into the vast expanse of darkness in the sky, making the inky-black sky surge violently with its devastating power.

“Your artificial Dao Integration Stage power is still incomparable to my true Dao Integration Stage power…” A tall and slender woman in a black palatial robe appeared in the sky above. She had a head of curled black hair and a pair of cold, bloodthirsty crimson eyes on her face.

The blood spear tremored violently, but it was unable to advance any further.

That was because Helen was already holding it tightly in her hand.

Bam!

A violent explosion erupted.

The blood spear was crushed and exploded into boundless blood rain, which fell upon the earth.

“Reginald, your crimes have been further exacerbated by your attempt to attack a Blood Tribe emperor. Your fate of death is sealed today.”

Her palm fell as she spoke.

This palm was imbued with the power to destroy heaven and earth, and it encompassed all of the living beings below.

All of the Divine Disc League Blood Tribe cultivators were struck by a sense of crushing despair.

Some were screaming and fleeing, while some were kneeling and begging for their lives, yelling about how they had nothing to do with Reginald’s treason. After all, only a select few Return to Void Stage mighty figures were aware of the existence of the Holy Leader.

However, the black palm still fell mercilessly with an unstoppable force, indiscriminate of friend or foe.

She was one of the mighty Blood Tribe emperors, and she did not care who was guilty or who was innocent. She would rather take ten thousand innocent lives than let even a single guilty traitor walk free.

The massive, inky-black palm destroyed the Divine Disc Slaughter Formation and shattered the blood disc in the sky before engulfing all of the Blood Tribe powerful beings below!

Reginald roared as he unleashed his power of the divine dao to its greatest extent, but his resistance was completely futile against the overwhelming might of Empress Helen.

The blood disc disappeared after an earth-shattering boom.

The ancient power, which had stood on the Dark Marshlands for tens of thousands of years, was destroyed in mere moments!

Empress Helen stood proudly in the sky as countless streams of information flashed through her eyes. Those were the memories of all of the Blood Tribe cultivators she had slain, and all of these memories converged like an ocean to surge into Helen’s mind.

An expression of astonishment appeared on Helen’s face after analyzing all of the information, and she was momentarily stunned into silence.

“Empress Helen, are you alright?”

Ada was a little concerned at the sight of the strange expression on her master’s face.

Helen came to her senses, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned a pair of grave eyes upon the most central region of the Dark Marshlands. That was the holy land of the Blood Patriarch, a place accessible only to the Holy Disciples chosen by the Blood Patriarch…

At this moment, within the Blood Tribe holy land.

Three red-robed mighty figures were walking side by side over the ancient, desolate land.

There lay before them a vast expanse of yellow sand with no end in sight.

There were also many antiquated and dilapidated buildings here, all of which bore astonishing scars of battle. For example, there were sword-inflicted rifts several hundred kilometers in length and massive, bottomless fist indentations. Even to this day, there were still extremely fearsome residual energy fluctuations from spell techniques of the distant past…

All sorts of ancient, peculiar skeletons could be seen strewn across the ground.

Shattered weapons lay half obscured by the yellow sand.

The Blood Tribe holy land was not some immortal paradise. Instead, it was an ancient battleground between the Blood Tribe and beings from another world! It was also on this very battleground that the Blood Patriarch perished from grievous wounds.

There were ancient weapons here from countless years ago as well as the residual intent realms of paramount spell techniques and all sorts of treasures waiting to be discovered.

“The Holy Leader has graduated. It’s about time we report to him about how things are going on our end…”

A gorgeous woman with golden hair and an extremely enticing figure spoke with a scorching light shimmering in her eyes.

She could already envision the joy of tasting more of the Holy Leader’s blood.

This woman was one of the three Blood Tribe Holy Disciples, Cassidy.

“The Holy Blood Cult is developing much more quickly than we anticipated. There are now twelve top-rate Blood Tribe powers and a total of nineteen Return to Void Stage mighty figures who are now sworn members of the Holy Blood Cult…” Merlin spoke with a smile.

“The rest of them are all subordinates of the emperors, so we have to be very cautious from now on,” Tobias cautioned. “I really want the emperors to taste the Holy Leader’s holy blood as well…”

“I do too. Even though it’s very dangerous, what if it’s successful…” Cassidy was full of anticipation as well, but she knew that trying to make that happen would be flirting with peril.

If they were to fail, not only would they all die, more importantly, the Holy Blood Cult would also be exposed.

Cassidy and the others chatted with one another as they entered a palace that had been sliced in half.

“Hmm? There’s a lamp here?” Cassidy’s eyes lit up as she picked up a bronze lotus-flower-shaped lamp and examined it.

The lamp seemed to have detected something, and it suddenly lit up.

The projection of a small, yellow person emerged from the flames with a profound, benevolent expression on its face. “I am the Lamp God. You have summoned me, so you need to fulfill three of my wishes.”

Cassidy: “???”

The Lamp God continued, “First, you need to take me away from this accursed place. Secondly, you need to give me blood to drink every day so that I can recover my power. Thirdly, you need to help me find a perfect body. If you cannot do so, you are going to be afflicted by my most terrifying curse…”

Splat!

Cassidy shattered the lamp expressionlessly.

Tobias massaged his brows. “Another one of those nutjob item spirits.”

Not only were there all types of treasures in this place, but there were also many weird and wacky things as well. All of them had nurtured spirit bodies over countless years. They were only capable of scaring people and were completely useless.

The three of them searched through the palace.

“Doesn’t look like there’s anything here. Let’s go somewhere else,” Cassidy suggested.

They had only just exited the palace when their storage rings lit up at the same time.

Immediately afterward, all three of their expressions shifted drastically.

“Crap! Reginald’s cover has been blown, and he’s trying to run away!”

“Let’s contact all of the other Holy Blood Cult worshippers and tell them to hide.”

However, not long after that, all of the life badges of the Divine Disc League Holy Worshippers, including Reginald’s, shattered into dust!