The monster screamed and cried, but it could not help with the decay and dissipation of its essence. Jianmen was fully aware, almost all gods, even fallen gods that lost absolutely most of its power like this monster, have many avatars walking around the universe. And this monster he just defeated, was only one of many avatars of the fallen god. He did not yet know what kind of fallen god it was, but from the foul stench, its horrifying appearance and its unclean energy and power he was certain that it was no friendly deity.

Now that this avatar of an unclean fallen god was annihilated, Jianmen couldn't’ help but notice its power still lingered in the room, and the source of which seemed to be the altar.

Jianmen walked over to in front of the altar and carefully observed it from a short distance for a short while: the altar had definitely been drenched in the monster’s power for quite some time, yet even though the monster’s power had proven to be extremely corrosive and toxic, the integrity of the altar still seemed largely intact, which, to Jianmen, was quite a nice surprise. He had been looking for a while around the place he stayed at for things that had affinity to his Xuanli so that he could utilize them to heal his injuries and recover his power. But he was unfortunately not able to find many things that were useful - the two pieces of red paper that he used to craft two high quality Demon Suppression Sigils were the best things he could find so far, and they were made from the leaves of a small poisonous and partly carnivorous plant he found from under a ditch. And right now, the quality of the altar made Jianmen feel as if he was in a video game - he just beat the boss, and the boss left him with treasures and nice equipment.

Jianmen sat down and mediated for a short while so that he could recover his Xuanli of which he just expended almost in entirety during the fight. Then he stood up, cut the tip of his left index finger up a bit and dripped a few droplets of blood onto the altar. When his blood started boiling on the top of the altar, Jianmen slammed both of his hands on the altar and started violently pushing his Xuanli into the altar and brushing and sweeping the residual unclean energy away.

Faint screams and cries filled the air, the power left by the fallen god was reacting in some kind of conscious way trying to resist being swept away and neutralized by Jianmen’s power. Dark red and green liquid started seeping out from the sole of the altar, but it was not as thick as the liquid with a similar look and smell when the fallen god was still in the room. This kind of liquid will surely cause corruption to the area if left unchecked, but Jianmen was still trying to purge the fallen god’s power from the altar and could not spare any attention on the liquid.

“Crack” a mechanical sound came from the entrance of the house, somebody came into the room. Jianmen was immediately on alert, but his unclean power purging process just reached a critical moment, so he could not do anything but muster up more of his power in hopes of speeding the process up.

“Fuck! What happened!” a man’s voice came from upstairs, and Jianmen could easily recognize that this was the leader of the mob that performed the ritual on the first dead man he found this morning.

“Fuck!” Jianmen cursed in his head, and still continued to rush the process.

“Zeke! What happened here!” the man seemed to have found the man that brought Jianmen into the house, “Wake up!”

“I… I… ” Zeke seemed to have woken up, which was a bit odd to Jianmen, since the battle between him and the fallen god was not only extremely loud, but it also literally shook the entire house with the clashes of energy attacks.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I… I… I don’t remember...” Zeke’s voice sounded confused and shaky, then he suddenly started moaning loudly and pleaded to the man who came in: “Boss… Boss… get out! Leave! Please!”

The next moment, Zeke’s shakily moaning voice changed into a deep, painful and inhuman low roar seemingly from the depths of his belly and gut. The man that came in gasped and cried out in fear. And from the subsequent footsteps it sounded like he tried to escape, but he could not even make it to outside of the room in which Zeke was locked, and the next sounds he heard was that of human flesh and organs being torn apart and ripped from their original places, and that of someone, or something, chewing up and devouring these body parts.

“Fuck!” Jianmen immediately stopped the residual power process midway and rushed to the upper floor, and the moment he came right up from the staircase, he saw what the unfortunate man that just came back saw - a monster with only a vague human shape. This monster still had parts of Zeke’s hoodie and trousers on so that Jianmen could tell this monster was once Zeke.

This monster’s upper body was like a cactus made from human flesh and mutated, bloody and protruding bones as its spikes. Running from the top of this human cactus to its root, which was the waist of the monster’s roughly human-shaped body, was three cracks that looked like they could open up at anytime; the monster had two long and thick tentacles of different length for arms and two bird-like legs that folded backwards and also had different length and thickness. It had no eyes, but it sensed the presence of Jianmen and immediately lunged towards him.

While the monster was on its way, its upper body shaped like a cactus opened up from the three cracks, revealing that its whole upper body was a big mouth with three pieces of jaws and malformed and crooked teeth scattered all over the interior.

Without much of a thought, Jianmen concentrated his Xuanli on his left hand and unleashed a palm strike at the monster’s wide open mouth.

Even though it had a terrifying and ferocious look, the monster’s body was extremely fragile, only slightly tougher than that of an average human. But while the palm strike pulverised the monster’s body, it also exposed something that was buried inside its body - the antique scroll.

Waves of whispers hit Jianmen the moment the scroll was revealed, the absolute majority of which was nonsense, and a tiny portion of it was seductive messages telling Jianmen to hold and open the scroll.

“Karmic Pollutants”, Jianmen was instantly aware of what it was, and looked like it was sealed inside the scroll. And from what Jianmen gathered, it seemed to him that the Bleeding Daggers had been performing the crude and uninspired sacrificial rituals and used the power from the rituals to chip away the sealing power of the scroll. Of course, Jianmen’s palm strike also possibly damaged the seal even more.

Jianmen knew fully well that at his current stage, he was far from an optimal position to utilize the power of The Law of Karma. He also knew fully well, that at a different universe where he was not fully connected to the Will and the flow of karma, using its power will incur much greater cost to him than before. But even knowing all of this, he still could not just stand by and let the karmic pollutant just take effect, especially right this moment he could himself be a victim of such influence and corruption.

Orange and golden lightning lit up in Jianmen’s right hand, and an orange and golden shadow of a palm shot from his right hand landed on the scroll that was floating in mid air the next moment.

The explosion and its shockwave rocked the brick house one last time, breaking almost all the windows within a one block radius. The entire house crumbled from within right after the explosion.