They say home is where the heart is. When you have fond feelings, you begin to feel connected. No matter how far away you are, you will always have that "hunch" when something has gone wrong.

In Shenzi's case of recovering from slaughtering over 15,000 Beastmen. Without being there to see Reinhardt City's destruction. When you love your people, and your people love and worship you. Tiny invisible white threads of karma extend, wrapping around your soul.

For seemingly no reason at all, tears begin to rain from Shenzi's face like torrential flooding. Great despair, rage, misery, sorrow, and helplessness starts affecting Shenzi's mental state.

Even with his Clear Surface mental state and, the reverse cultivation of his Spirit Seed from his fourteen suns. These negative feelings can't be pushed down.

When someone reaches a high enough stage of cultivation, you can be worlds apart, but you can still see the projection of your sect, or in Shenzi's case his Safe Haven he built. Lacking in his cultivation, Shenzi is unaware of the disaster that had befallen his Safe Haven. However, the toxic emotions and agony all his people felt, through the threads of karma, he had felt all their negativity and pain.

Out of his control, the burning rage and toxic emotions building up in Shenzi. His divine body begins automatically rotating, and his recently mutated Dragon Chest Plate full body armour envelops him. His previous five-metre long dragon wings have now become ten-metres long. With bloody-purple lightning covering around 100-metres like a small domain.

Shenzi's eyes change colours becoming a crimson red, with a sickening primal instinct to slaughter everything and anything to ease his fury. The sealed dragon blood in his mutated heart begins automatically rotating through his body. Continuously strengthening his bones, meridians, organs, pushing his evolution towards a path of ridding humans impurity.

Unsheathing Worldly Purification, Eril and Meril were taken aback. The once kind father lost in the desire to kill, for the first time going against his life principles. Slowly becoming a devil himself, "Let's go, my daughters, it's time to vent before I lose what little sanity I have left."

Following Shenzi whatever hoard of mutant beasts, demons, ratmen, beastmen, and various other races they came across. All were ruthlessly slaughtered by Shenzi, continuously absorbing their life essence. The awakened and untamed dragon blood devours it all, getting rid of all the impurity and spitting it throughout Shenzi's body. With each hoard being slaughtered, Shenzi's fleshly body continues evolving, whereas his star level stays stagnant.

Flying high and mighty like a sixth stage expert. Everything below is unaware of a god of slaughter above them, only seeing the thousands of their fellow clansmen being killed by what they deem a natural disaster.

With the chaos spreading through various tribes. Three days later the so-called natural disaster comes to a stop. After wiping out more than 12,500,000 various life forms. The burning rage in Shenzi cools down, fully regaining his clear state of mind. Shenzi feels the aura of death on him, sighing to himself Shenzi departs looking for a cave to begin a one-month closed session, to erase the blackness corroding his Spirit.

Feeling the bloodthirst corroding away the pure spirits of Eril and Meril, Shenzi temporarily envelops them with his Nature Qi. Ridding the worst of the contamination of their spirit, already forming plans to cleanse them, and improve them with his Blazing Ice Heart followed by Soul Smelting. Feeling the sincerity and love both Eril and Meril have for him, feeling it was these two Sword Spirits, that had brought himself back from his carnage.

Feeling the changes in his Sword World, reaching the peak of the intermediate stage. Compared to other experts Sword Worlds. Absorbing the life essence of those killed, and turning it into a Sword Sanctuary. Shenzi deviates from the usual path, instead of Shenzi turns his Sword World into the embodiment of a Sword itself. Just like a king with his loyal council, Shenzi's main sword will have 12 other Servant Swords. With each additional Sword Servant, his Sword Dao increases. By the time he finishes condensing his 12 Sword Servants. His peak Sword World will already be overpowering those at the Intermediate Body And Sword As One Stage.

Arriving at a desolate cave, Shenzi envelops the surrounding 15-kilometres with his Spiritual World. Unaware of it in his berserk state. The abundant life essence had pushed his Purgatory Pagoda from peak 1st layer, all the way to the intermediate 3rd layer. With its original size being three-kilometres, it has now become 240-kilometres. Pushing out 15 nourishing streams adding up to 450 on a daily basis, steadily improving his soul at a tremendous speed.

Taking out his hammer and enveloping it with his Blazing Ice Heart. Shenzi levitates Worldly Purification with his Spirit Force. Hammering down as slow as one hit per second, other times as fast as 1,000 hits per second. Continuously nourishing the blade with Eril and Merils pure spirit. Spending two weeks, ridding all the contamination as well as their ethereal state, becoming just steps away from a physical body.

Following up with one more week of continuously using Soul Smelting. The already purified spirits of Eril and Meril, make great leaps and bounds. From going to an utterly ethereal state, Eril and Meril have become just steps away from gaining a physical body.

Sighing in relief seeing the pure spirit of his daughters rid from all contamination. As well as being close to gifting them physical bodies, what would typically take experts thousands of years to achieve. Shenzi had managed to leap over with his borderline Divine Blacksmithing skills. Without his one of a kind Sword Qi as the foundation, Eril and Meril would still require another five more years. Although short, after everything they've been through, Shenzi was impatient to wait for that long deciding to quicken the pace.

Having finished upgrading his Worldly Purification, cleansing Eril and Merils Spirit. Shenzi sits down cross-legged, forming one blazing and one chilling vortex around his spirit. Feeling the throbbing pain, and the struggle of the blackness. Shenzi spends the next month not daring to fuck around and cause an irreversible change, that would cripple himself of future progress.