The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"I will tell you why they are doing this," then a confident and strong voice resounded, attracting the eyes of all the people on him—both younger and older generations.

All the cultivators had their attention stolen from them; they desperately wanted answers.

When they heard that Sam knew the truth, they instantly looked at him, believing he was honest.

Patriarch Flareheart, Patriarch Solheart, and other old men regarded Sam with strange and alarmed gazes.

"Brat, tell me what you know about what they are doing," Kate appeared before Sam, though she couldn't get near him because a barrier separated her from the kid.

"Oh, Queen Dracula, you are much hotter in person," Sam smiled slightly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her figure from top to bottom.

Black hair, red eyes, murderous aura, big bosoms, nice ass, perfectly shaped slim waist, totally his type.

Adriana and her daughter rolled their eyes and resisted the urge to facepalm at how shameless Sam was acting.

Kate Dracula very well knew the situation right now, but that didn't stop her from feeling a little flattered.

Even she, one of the oldest beings today, even she with a heart of stone and rock, would be moved when complimented on her looks by someone she had taken a liking to.

"Brat, you really have the balls to talk to me like that. There are only a handful of people who could talk to me directly. I can't decide if you are a fool or brave," Kate said, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

Sam's smile widened a little as he simply shrugged his shoulders in amusement.

Kate was impressed a little, though she wouldn't admit it.

She remembered the situation the kids were in and turned her eyes back to Sam. "Brat, stop speaking nonsense and tell us just what the hell is going on."

"Hehe," Sam smiled, then pointed his fingers at Patriarch Solheart and Patriarch Flareheart.

"These old men somehow got their hands on a very peculiar formation belonging to the devil arts."

When Sam said these words, Patriarch Solheart and others narrowed their eyes slightly.

Patriarch Flareheart, especially, felt a bad premonition come over him.

"That much is obvious, kid. I can see it's from the devil arts," Patriarch Fulmine added as he saw hundreds of beasts walking out from the center of the newly appeared formation.

The beasts didn't look normal; all the beasts of different shapes and sizes had their natural skin turned red, with red eyes, and each of the beasts had a red, glimmering stone pierced into their skulls.

"Oh, if it isn't my grandfather-in-law. I hope you are full of vitality," Sam slightly bowed respectfully. "I hope your granddaughter talked well about me."

"Are you serious asking me that? can't you pick a better time for this? Don't you see the situation you are in? How can you be so carefree?" Patriarch Fulmine asked helplessly.

Sam and the other younger generation were trapped inside the formation, with thousands of corrupted beasts heading their way, and there were only a couple of kilometers between them before the beasts would tear their flesh apart alive.

Yet here was Sam speaking casually as if he had nothing to worry about.

The other younger generation brats were sweating buckets and gritting their teeth, feeling their strength decreasing slowly.

"It's not really a problem, grandfather-in-law," Sam shook his head.

"These brainless old shits are using two formations, both from the devil arts. One is used to keep you from harming them."

Everyone looked at the old men; they could clearly see there was a formation surrounding them like a protective dome.

"This formation is quite strong. It actually uses them as the source and amplifies their energy into a protective barrier that can only be broken by an Emperor. Even if hundreds of Boundary Emperors joined hands, they would still find it hard to break it."

Adriana and others narrowed their eyes in shock.

They were not surprised about the presence of devil arts but about this powerful formation that could only be broken by hundreds of Boundary Emperors or a genuine Emperor.

There was not a single genuine Emperor in the world right now because the providence of the world still hadn't recovered to the point where it could accept an Emperor-level existence into the land.

"As for the second formation, this one is quite sinister and... pitiful," Sam looked at the old men as if he were regarding them as pieces of trash about to be burned alive.

"I have to ask, are you guys really that spineless and fearful that you have to stoop as low as this to break through your shackles binding you to mortality?" Sam asked with a hint of disgust in his tone.

"Shut up, brat! What the hell do you know?" Hearing his words, Patriarch Solheart's eyes became bloodshot with fury.

Unable to control his anger, when Sam hit the nerve where it hurt him mentally, Patriarch Solheart lost his restraint over his body.

A red hue began to emanate from his body, followed by his skin turning red, much like the beast heading towards the kids. His black eyes turned into a blood-red, the nasty kind.

"What the fuck?" Kate exclaimed unpleasantly.

"They did this? What made them stoop so low?" Mia Hasegawa, Sam's soon-to-be-wife, said with a disgusted tone.

"They actually gave themselves to devils and got corrupted. It's a good thing I didn't join them when they approached me," Patriarch Mistheart said, shaking his head.

"Yes, we have fallen victims to the devil's arts, so what?" Patriarch Flareheart's appearance also changed, similar to Patriarch Solheart, as his corrupted self showed itself.

Following him, all the corrupted old men revealed their true nature to the world, earning pity and repulsion.

"You don't need me to tell you about it. All of you older generations are aware of just how hard and painful it's been to break through to higher cultivation realms."

"We are practically stagnant in our path to invincibility. Don't tell me you wouldn't take the chance to change that, even if it means you have to fall into the clutches of devil arts," one of the elders of the Frostine Vampire Clan said, as if he was pleased he got his hands on the devil arts.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Countess Frostine exclaimed in embarrassment that one of the elders of her own clan got mixed into all this.

"You guys are just useless trash who want to take the easy way. But let me tell you, there is no easy way," Countess Telluris said, clenching her fist as she identified a couple of her own clan members among the group of corrupted men.

"Cultivation is all about persistence and patience and taking the hardest way. If you are not clever enough to understand this simple truth, then you are not qualified to be on this journey," Countess Kaminari said with a solemn expression.

"God, would you stop preaching?" Patriarch Flareheart barked.

"Hehe, it would have been fine if they stopped at just devoting themselves to devil arts, but do you guys know what they are actually planning on doing now?" Sam smiled, looking at the corrupted old men pityfully.

"What are they planning?" Kate looked at the younger generation brats, and a bad feeling overcame her that this has something to do with them.

"As I said earlier, these old men are using two formations from the devil arts. One is keeping them safe from you uncorrupted cultivators attacking them," Sam continued with a serious expression.

"The second formation is a sinister one that has the power to harvest potential from a person and transfer it to someone else," Sam said, looking at the thousands of beasts that were nearing them at an alarming rate.

"You bastards, just how far are you willing to fall?" Adriana, understanding what Sam was saying, looked at the corrupted men in fury as her body overflowed with a deadly aura.

"How can they do this?"

"They want to harvest potential from their own kin?"

"Don't they know that extracting potential from a person is the same as crippling them for eternity?"

"They wouldn't care no matter how much you guys tried to talk shit about them. They have already fallen too deep. There is no redemption," Sam smiled as his body slowly lifted from the ground.

"They can only go forward or die trying."

"You brat, how the fuck do you know about everything? And how the hell are you still fine even under the pressure from the formation?"

Patriarch Solheart asked in an angered tone, but he couldn't move from his spot because the formation prevented him from moving unless he risked getting backlash.

"Oh, come on, old man. I know everything you guys planned. To be honest, I was waiting for you to start your evil plan," Sam shrugged his shoulders casually.

"You..." Not just Patriarch Solheart, but the other corrupted felt that something bad was going to happen to them.

Right then, a figure appeared near on the bleacher. "Kid, I did as you said."

"Ha, Fifth Forefather Hailstorm, I was waiting for you. I hope everything went well?" Sam asked the fifth forefather of the Hailstorm Clan, who occupies the fifth peak of the Jade White Mountain.

"It did. You are really clever, kid. I can't believe you anticipated everything and even came up with plans to counter their shameless acts," the fifth forefather said with admiration.

"What the hell are you planning, brat? If you dare mess with our plan, you won't have a peaceful death," Patriarch Solheart threatened as his aura as a Boundary Emperor exploded.

Sam ignored him and spoke to Adriana and others. "Like every other formation, this formation has certain rules that have to be followed to successfully harvest potential from the victims."

Each kind of formation, devil or not, will have certain rules and regulations that need to be met to activate them.

It doesn't matter how ridiculous or nonsensical it sounds; it is something non-negotiable.

"These beasts that are coming towards us can be considered as a machine, and the red stones pierced on their heads are like tools."

"Under the corruption, the beasts were already in a half-dead state. When they make contact with us, they will go berserk, and when they attack us, the stones on their heads will pull the potential from us into them."

"The more damage we accumulate, the more potential they will harvest," Sam explained like a teacher instructing their students.

"Then the harvested potential is passed through the formation and ends up in the bodies of the corrupted men."

"They have to be stopped right now."

"This can't be allowed."

One by one, the uncorrupted cultivators stood, wanting to thwart this evil plan immediately.

However, they couldn't attack the corrupted ones or the beasts heading towards the younger generation because a barrier prevented them from interfering.

"So what if you know about our plan? What can you do? You can't save the brats from the beasts, or can you fight against us?" Patriarch Solheart smirked with confidence.

"Even if all of you joined hands and attacked us, you cannot break the barriers. Once we've harvested all their potential, we will kill all of you," he said without fear.

"Is that so, old man?" Sam landed straight before Patriarch Solheart, smirking confidently, increasing the old man's irritation to ultimate levels.

"Fufu, is that so, old man? Aren't you too confident?" Sam tilted his face, his blue eyes turning red in excitement, and his aura growing stronger, showing no signs of being weakened by the formation.

"I have to say, you predicted everything and even planned for every outcome. There are no flaws in your grand plan, but you failed to predict this one thing." Sam pointed to himself as he smiled evilly.

"Me."

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