Chapter 609: Self-destruction. (Additional chapter for the leader "Luo Beikong", 1/3)
Chapter 609 Self-Detonation. (For Alliance Master “Luo Beikong” – Additional Update, 13)
Whoosh!
Shi Wanli was the first to rush in front of Pei Ling. He didn't use any methods; his entire Physical Body swelled up as if inflated, and his bones made a grating 'creak' sound. The next moment, the aura of a Core Formation stage Cultivator burst forth without reservation.
Self-detonation?!
Pei Ling was instantly shocked. The System immediately controlled him to use the 【Netherghost Escape Technique】 and quickly flee.
And then...
Boom!!!
Centered around Shi Wanli, the entire original site of Sang Village violently shook like an earthquake, instantly developing spiderweb-like cracks. The ground appeared with a several-inch-thick glassy texture, and underground spring water seeped from the cracks, mixing with the flesh and blood of the village chief’s Clone, rapidly spreading across the ground as a river of blood mixed with shattered bones, internal organs, and human skin.
Shi Wanli was utterly destroyed, and Pei Ling was also sent flying by the huge shockwave.
“Ding dong! External attack detected. This Cultivation session has ended. Thank you, Host, for using the Intelligent Cultivation System. One-click Hosting, Ascension without worries! We look forward to your Cultivation review. If satisfied, please give a five-star rating...”
The System's notification sounded. Pei Ling had just regained control of his body and hadn't had time to react when the System's notification sounded again, “Ding dong! Detected that the Host’s Cultivation has Broken through to the Core Formation Middle Stage. The System will provide a free Dao Companion...”
“Ding dong! Detected that the previous free provision failed. This time, a four-fold free provision will be conducted...”
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling's scalp instantly tingled.
Four-fold free provision!
Currently, besides Qiao Ciguang, there were exactly four Su Zhen Heaven Disciples!
Fortunately, the next moment...
“Ding dong! The System did not detect any new Dao Companions that meet the criteria...”
“Ding dong! The System will conduct a five-fold free provision next time...”
Hmm?
Ordinary Disciples of Su Zhen Heaven do not meet the System's standards for providing Dao Companions?
Thinking this, Pei Ling was delighted. Looking at the four Su Zhen Heaven Disciples who were charging towards him, he immediately used the 【Netherghost Escape Technique】 and fled into the distance.
“Shi Wanli...” Pei Ling frowned slightly. He had given Shi Wanli a Corporeal Inversion Life-Snatching Pill, and he didn't know if the other party had used it, but the other party's suicidal fighting style just now was clearly not right.
As expected, Shi Wanli was forced to drink the “wine” brewed from the villagers' flesh and blood just now and should have been controlled by the village chief.
And the four Su Zhen Heaven Disciples were likely the same.
With his current strength, he was not afraid of ordinary Disciples from Su Zhen Heaven, but he couldn't stand it if all four rushed up and self-detonated!
Moreover, there was also Qiao Ciguang, a Su Zhen Heaven True Legacy, nearby?
Therefore, it was better to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack.
However, he had not fled far when he suddenly grunted, and the 【Netherghost Escape Technique】 was interrupted.
Pei Ling suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His Qi was in chaos, and the immense, unabsorbable fate and ‘Curse’ power within his body were too vast. The System had failed to transfer all of it out of his body just now, and now his Physical Body was gradually unable to bear it!
Seeing that the four Su Zhen Heaven Disciples had already caught up, Pei Ling endured the discomfort in his body and was about to make a move when his vision suddenly blurred. When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared beside Qiao Ciguang.
Pei Ling was stunned, not expecting Qiao Ciguang to actually save him?
But then, Qiao Ciguang's hurried voice transmission sounded in his ear: “You have obtained the ‘Curse’ Legacy. Do you have a way to remove the methods on them?”
Qiao Ciguang was anxious at this moment. She initially thought that Shi Wanli and her four Junior Sisters not retreating but advancing was to avenge Junior Sister Mo.
But after seeing Shi Wanli self-detonate, she suddenly realized that all five of them had been controlled by Sang!
However, even if Shi Wanli and her four Junior Sisters were all Core Formation stage Cultivators, their combined strength was clearly no match for a Demonic Sect True Legacy. Therefore, Sang directly controlled the five Core Formation Cultivators to self-detonate, hoping to directly blow the other party to death.
At this moment, Qiao Ciguang herself was afflicted by Sang's 【Heart Demon Great Evolution Curse】, her Dao Heart constantly impacted by the Cauldron's obsession. She was preoccupied with her own issues and was simply unable to remove the control over her Junior Sisters.
On the contrary, this Demonic Sect True Legacy, although their positions were different, was currently the person Sang most wanted to kill. Both sides were now in the same boat!
Pei Ling was slightly stunned upon hearing this. How could he know what method the four Su Zhen Heaven Disciples were afflicted with?
It was an urgent situation, and there was no time to think. After a brief hesitation, he quickly replied, “Just kill Sang!”
As soon as his voice fell, the four Disciples of Su Zhen Heaven charged over again!
Qiao Ciguang had no time to think and quickly retreated with Pei Ling, but...
Boom!!
A female Cultivator with a flowing cloud bun, a golden hairpin askew, and wearing a goose-yellow blouse and pine-green skirt rushed at the front. As soon as she got close to the two, she self-detonated without any hesitation.
The terrifying impact force surged out in all directions like a giant wave, and flesh and blood scattered across the scene.
Qiao Ciguang's eyes were filled with pain. She reached out her hand but only grasped a corner of pine-green cloth stained with blood foam: “Junior Sister Chu!!”
She had, after all, already passed the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation, and her Cultivation was even higher. The power of the self-detonation had not yet reached her before it was blocked by her protective spell. Chu Hanbei’s self-detonation did not cause any harm to her or to Pei Ling, whom she had brought back with her.
However, witnessing her Junior Sister, with whom she had spent day and night, being used by Sang and dying tragically before her, Qiao Ciguang's hatred surged. She suddenly turned to look at Sang, her eyes splitting with rage.
But then, the remaining three Junior Sisters continued to pounce on Pei Ling.
Qiao Ciguang had to compose herself and quickly transmitted a message to Pei Ling: “Lead my Junior Sisters away! The farther from here, the better. Do not harm their lives.”
“Okay!” Pei Ling immediately agreed.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Ciguang slapped him on the shoulder, sending him flying into the distance. She used her strength very skillfully, without harming Pei Ling, but sending him a considerable distance away.
The next moment, she quickly charged towards Sang!
The remaining three Su Zhen Heaven Disciples ignored Qiao Ciguang, quickly changed direction, and continued to pursue Pei Ling.
Thud.
Pei Ling landed on his feet, right near Mo Li Lan's corpse. Without a word, he immediately put away Mo Li Lan's corpse. Then, just as he was about to use the 【Netherghost Escape Technique】, as his Qi circulated, the unabsorbable fate and ‘Curse’ power within his body churned, and he was temporarily unable to use the evasion technique!
Frowning slightly, Pei Ling quickly started running, fleeing into the distance with great strides.
The three Su Zhen Heaven Disciples pursued relentlessly.
Soon, Pei Ling ran out of Sang Village and entered the thick fog outside the village.
The mist was as thick as porridge. The tree trunks, branches, aerial roots, and vines in the dense forest appeared faintly all around, like the claws and teeth of evil spirits.
As Pei Ling ran through it, he only felt his Meridians becoming increasingly painful, and his entire Physical Body began to show signs of bruising... His condition was getting worse, and not long after entering the fog, he lost his way.
He immediately used the 【Grievance Nightmare Divine Power】 to try and discern his direction. However, as soon as the Divine Ability was cast, the previous calling sound rang out again.
In an instant, Pei Ling suddenly recalled a missing memory!
Chapter 610: Inheritance Begins! (Additional chapter for leader "Luo Beikong", 2/3)
Chapter 610: Legacy Acquired! (For Alliance Leader "Luo Beikong" - Extra Chapter, 23)
On the first day of arriving at Sang Village, Pei Ling, while Cultivating, suddenly fell into a dream.
At that time, he dreamed of heavy rain, thunder, and Ji Shuanger.
In the dream, Ji Shuanger called him “Ji Wu” and told him two things.
The first was that at a critical moment, he could take out a female corpse to save his life.
The other party would descend into that female corpse's body through the “Law” of the same origin within him.
After Pei Ling woke up, he vaguely remembered this.
But the second thing, he only remembered now: Ji Shuanger wanted Pei Ling to go to the Floating Life Realm once more to win another unfinished game for her.
Boom!!
A violent self-detonation sounded again.
Another Su Zhen Heaven Disciple, upon approaching, self-detonated without hesitation!
Pei Ling suddenly awoke, only to see the Nine Soul Saber automatically protecting its master, a bloody Saber Qi tearing through the sky, blocking most of the damage for him.
But even so, his entire left side was blasted to a bloody mess, and he was sent flying backward.
Bang, bang, bang…
Continuously breaking several towering ancient trees at their trunks, Pei Ling heavily crashed into the muddy ground.
He was just about to swallow a Medicinal Pill for healing, but he discovered that the unabsorbable fate and Curse power within him seemed to have found a slight outlet.
Not only did his injuries instantly heal, but his overall condition also improved significantly.
However, at this moment, the remaining two Su Zhen Heaven Disciples had already emerged from the mist, their outlines visible, and they continued to charge towards Pei Ling!
Pei Ling frowned and immediately recalled the Nine Soul Saber.
With his current strength, he could indeed slay these two Su Zhen Heaven Disciples with his Saber before they even got close.
However, he had just promised Qiao Ciguang that he would only lure her Junior Sister away and not harm their lives…
So, Pei Ling turned and ran.
However, since he couldn't use his escape Spell, Pei Ling's speed was limited.
The two Su Zhen Heaven Disciples behind him, transforming into streaks of light and moving incredibly fast, were getting closer and closer.
Soon, another Su Zhen Heaven Disciple caught up to him!
That Su Zhen Heaven Disciple said nothing and, as soon as she got close to Pei Ling, decisively self-detonated.
This time, Pei Ling was prepared and had already unleashed hundreds of Saber Qi as defense.
Boom!!
The Saber Qi, like a waterfall, brushed out a bloody curtain of light in mid-air, offsetting a considerable portion of the self-detonation's power.
But a Core Formation stage Cultivator was still a Core Formation stage Cultivator, and Pei Ling was still sent flying backward.
His chest churned with surging Qi and blood, and his bones emitted a series of cracking sounds.
However, these injuries began to recover even before he had fully landed.
His overall condition improved even further.
Pfft…
Fine blood rain scattered, and the Su Zhen Heaven Disciple's body was utterly annihilated!
A soul with a double-bun hairstyle and a dark blue skirt appeared fleetingly in the blood rain, her expression showing a hint of reluctance, then, like a fading flower, she vanished.
Only one Su Zhen Heaven Disciple remained.
Pei Ling remembered this Disciple; it was Ruan Zhi, whom he had accidentally provoked when he first arrived at Wan Hui Sea.
Her face was expressionless, and she fearlessly continued to charge towards Pei Ling.
Pei Ling frowned deeply.
He had promised Qiao Ciguang not to harm her Junior Sister's lives, but he couldn't stop her Junior Sister from desperately seeking death like this!
Now, he could only hope that Qiao Ciguang and Ji Shuanger, working together, could deal with Sang… before this last Su Zhen Heaven Disciple self-detonated.
Thinking this, he continued to flee.
Not long after, the surrounding mist suddenly dispersed, and the calling sound in his ears grew stronger and stronger.
A village nestled against a mountain and by a river, yet utterly silent, suddenly appeared before Pei Ling.
He had returned to Sang Village again?!
Pei Ling was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized that this was not Sang Village!
This place should be Zi Village, where Qiao Ciguang and the others had been before.
Just as Pei Ling hesitated whether to avoid this village, the calling sound seemed to multiply, almost resounding through his ears.
He suddenly had a strong intuition that the subsequent Legacy of the 【Curse Ghost Dao Foundation】 was hidden within this village.
This feeling was the same as when he first entered Sang Village!
So, Pei Ling no longer hesitated and immediately rushed into Zi Village.
The unabsorbable fate and Curse power within him were still enormous.
At present, the only way to quickly resolve the issue was to use the System's Hosting (hosting) feature.
But if Pei Ling used the System now, the System would undoubtedly continue to seek out Qiao Ciguang for transfer.
However, since there was a subsequent Legacy of the 【Curse Ghost Dao Foundation】 in the village, it might also be able to solve this problem.
For some reason, Zi Village, despite its orderly houses and many homes with un-dried clothes hanging outside, had no human sounds, nor could any people be seen walking outside.
After entering the village, Pei Ling hurriedly headed towards the direction from which the calling sound came.
Ruan Zhi chased into Zi Village without the slightest hesitation.
However, as soon as she reached the stone tablet at the entrance of Zi Village, which had the village name carved on it, her body involuntarily turned, and she fled back the way she came.
Due to Sang's control, Ruan Zhi was completely unable to think at this moment; she only followed Sang's orders to chase and kill Pei Ling.
Thus, she tirelessly paced back and forth in front of the stone tablet again and again…
Just like when she first entered Zi Village, when Qiao Ciguang led her in an attempt to leave.
However, at that time, Zi Village always blocked their way.
But this time, Zi Village always kept her out of the village.
At this moment, Pei Ling, who was already inside the village, heard the calling sound becoming clearer and clearer.
Following this guidance, he quickly arrived at the former residence of Zi Village's village chief.
Standing on a few broken earthen walls, Pei Ling could feel that the source of the calling sound was right there, but all he saw was a expanse of ruins, nothing else.
So, he once again cast the 【Grievance Nightmare Divine Power】.
Soon, he discovered the entrance to a secret passage beneath a pile of rubble.
After using his magic power to remove the obstructing bricks, stones, and wood, and casting several Spells to confirm that there were no traps or ambushes in the secret passage, Pei Ling then walked in.
After walking a certain distance along the secret passage, his vision suddenly opened up, revealing an underground Main Hall.
As soon as he entered this Main Hall, Pei Ling felt a subtle sense of familiarity.
Especially when he saw the spirit tablets and bead curtains in the depths of the Main Hall, unlike Qiao Ciguang, Shi Wanli, and Fairy Yu Meng, who needed to be reminded to notice the bead curtains, Pei Ling almost instinctively discovered the idol.
The moment his gaze touched the idol’s featureless face, in an instant, various Curse Spells, Curse Divine Abilities, life-taking methods, Curse power applications… a vast amount of information related to Ghost Cultivators, surged wildly into his mind!
At the same time, the System's prompt sounds rang out densely: “Ding dong! Detecting unknown Spell, collecting…”
“Ding dong! Detecting unknown Divine Ability, collecting…”
“Ding dong! Detecting unknown Cultivation Technique, collecting…”
“Ding dong! Detecting…”
Instantly receiving such a vast and profound amount of knowledge, Pei Ling's head throbbed with pain, and he almost knelt on the ground then and there.
It took him a good while before he barely recovered.
Clang!
At this moment, a dull thud came from behind the bead curtain.
Chapter 611: The ban dissipates. (Additional update for the leader "Luo Beikong", 3/3)
Chapter 611: Restrictions Dissipate. (Added for Alliance Leader "Luobei Kong", 33)
Pei Ling was startled and looked up, only to see the statue of the cloth-robed, faceless Cultivator collapse with a crash.
It heavily smashed through the bead curtain, overturning the long tables and spirit tablets that had been dedicated to “Jidu,” “Duchen,” “Yincheng,” “Zhucheng,” and so on.
In an instant, the sense of great terror and disaster that had been so heart-stopping and made one dare not look at the statue, swiftly vanished without a trace.
The statue, like glazed glass, shattered into dust upon falling.
The long tables, spirit tablets, and even the bead curtain, rapidly decayed and vanished into thin air, ceasing to exist!
At the same time, Pei Ling felt the entire island tremble violently.
It seemed as if something that had been continuously shrouding and restricting the island had been released!
The obscure and chilling aura began to dissipate at an astonishing speed.
The mist that had lingered in the forest and sealed the villages let out wails resembling mournful howls.
They swept across the entire island, converging at the island's center, directly above Pei Ling's current location, into a pillar of mist that shot straight into the clouds.
This seemed to be the mist's final struggle, and after a brief moment of resurgence, the mist pillar collapsed with a roar…
Vanishing without a trace.
As if it had never appeared.
The perpetually gloomy sky, after thousands of years, revealed a clear azure hue to Tianwai Island for the first time.
Heavenly light spilled down, penetrating the lush branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns in the forest.
Rustling sounds arose from various parts of the island, from the creatures dwelling there, marveling at a sight they had never witnessed in their lives, nor had countless generations of their ancestors.
“Splash…”
In the clear, jade-like small river, the blind fish and shrimp also seemed to sense it, leaping out of the water towards the golden light, creating ripples.
All the Restrictions and Curses that had sealed the island for thousands of years began to rapidly dissipate at this moment.
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Sang Village.
The entire ground, after repeated cracking, decay, and devouring, was now riddled with holes.
The visible landscape was uneven, with countless traces of magical arts, Curses, and Divine Abilities remaining, interweaving into an ominous gray-black smoke that slowly ascended.
Amidst the swirling smoke, Sang's eyes were bloodshot, and a gigantic gray-black Giant Mulberry tree loomed faintly above his head.
On its branches, the Twelve Cities appeared indistinctly.
However, as his destiny had been entirely stolen by the Young Master, the illusory forms of his Twelve Cities were now mere shells, unable to be wielded by him for their power.
Moreover, the shadows of these Twelve Cities were much fainter than before, appearing like a thin silhouette of the setting sun, imbued with the hurried helplessness of dusk.
Not far opposite him, the richly dressed female corpse resembled a burnt porcelain doll, with cracks covering her fair and delicate skin, and blood slowly seeping out, staining her beautiful dress.
This was not due to a Curse, but rather because this body, being merely at the Core Formation stage, simply could not withstand the power of the Floating Life Realm.
Initially, she could rely on the strange “Law” to catch Sang off guard.
But once Sang stabilized himself, she could only barely hold him back.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Qiao Ciguang's jade-like face was frosty, and the Wanxuan Branch floated before her chest, instantly flashing with a clear light, transforming into a frost-colored flowering tree much smaller than the gray-black Giant Mulberry.
The instant the frost-colored flowering tree appeared, a cool, thin moon disc suddenly emerged in the gloomy sky.
A wisp of light, like newly refined pure silver moonlight, softly shone down…
It landed precisely on the flowering tree, and at that instant, countless flower buds sprouted from the tree's branches, blooming simultaneously.
The flowers bloomed silently, and the moonlight was like water.
The next moment, that water-like moonlight truly began to flow.
Initially, it resembled a small stream, trickling gently, and as the flowering tree swayed, countless fallen petals drifted onto the surface of the stream.
But very quickly, the stream became a small river, and the small river became a great river.
The frost-colored currents, carrying endless fallen petals, surged mightily, instantly transforming into towering waves, a boundless ocean, roaring as they crashed towards Sang!
Even before the colossal waves drew near, a compelling sharpness and chilling killing intent already assailed them.
Amidst the surging frost ocean and endless fallen petals, Qiao Ciguang's robes fluttered, and her long hair danced.
Her bridal gown was already tattered and stained with considerable blood and grime, making her appear quite disheveled.
But at this moment, amidst the turbulent waves, she stood firm as a rock, her demeanor graceful and majestic, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Her peach blossom eyes gleamed, her gaze cold and resolute.
The Heart Demon Great Evolution Curse she was afflicted with was primarily controlled by that demonic sect's true successor just now.
Now that the other party had left this place, Qiao Ciguang was no longer affected in any way and could fully unleash the power expected of a Su Zhen Heaven true successor!
Sang frowned, and with a thought, a majestic illusory city above the Giant Mulberry at his head suddenly descended, crashing towards Qiao Ciguang.
Boom…
The illusory city was already on its last breath; it seemed that even if Sang did not use it, it was about to collapse.
However, even so, its descent was still astonishingly powerful.
Before it had fully fallen, an overwhelming pressure had already surged forth.
Just then, the female corpse suddenly struck, and crunch, crunch, crunch… the rapid devouring sound resounded again.
That invisible giant mouth, accompanied by hair-raising chewing sounds, bit towards Sang.
Sang stood still, but a thick mist suddenly billowed out, swirling around him, instantly entangling the devouring mouth in the Void Realm.
At the same time, the light in his eyes flared, and deep within his pupils, countless tiny runes rose and intertwined, 【Eternal Curse Divine Power】!
The moment the Divine Ability was unleashed, the power of the female corpse and Qiao Ciguang was immediately suppressed, their Realms plummeting out of thin air.
But very quickly, several bright yellow Talismans appeared around Qiao Ciguang's body.
On these Talismans, intricate and profound runes shimmered with faint light.
Although they only lasted for a mere two breaths, all the Talismans began to burn, but during the burning process, Sang's Curse could not affect her in any way.
Qiao Ciguang's cultivation immediately recovered.
She stretched out her hand, and the frost-colored ocean once again unleashed a new round of mountain-like waves and sea-like surges, as if to bury Sang and the illusion above his head together at the bottom of the sea!
And at this moment, the cracks on the female corpse's body grew more numerous, as if she could turn to ash at any moment.
Her pair of pale eyes stared intently at Sang.
Sang was clearly stunned for a moment, unable to recall what he should do.
With just a slight lapse in concentration, the frost-colored giant wave swallowed him.
But then, Sang suddenly transformed into a black mist, almost merging with the Giant Mulberry above his head.
A moment later, he appeared amidst the branches of the Giant Mulberry, a considerable distance from the waves.
He raised a hand and pointed, and various Curses—decay, sinking, resentment, hatred—stormed towards the female corpse and Qiao Ciguang like a whirlwind.
Boom, boom, boom…
The three fought back and forth, turning the sky dark and the earth dim, with the battle deadlocked.
For a time, the frost-sea roared, giant cities plummeted, and the towering Mulberry and the ancient Daoist temple faced each other from afar, creating a bizarre and intense scene.
As time passed, Sang's figure became increasingly ethereal, faintly revealing an aura of dwindling time, much like the eleven giant cities above his head.
Sang's expression grew increasingly grim.
The wedding ceremony just now had consumed too much of his power.
Otherwise, neither this bride sacrificed from Zi Village nor that strange female corpse could have stopped him!
However, even so, the female corpse's true body was not present, so she could only temporarily obstruct him for a moment.
As for this bride sacrificed from Zi Village, the other party had many trump cards, making it very difficult for him to kill her.
But if he wanted to leave, the other party simply couldn't stop him!
Boom!!
A dull, colossal sound came from afar, and faintly, the scent of blood in the air seemed to grow thicker.
This was the self-detonation of a Core Formation Cultivator.
Qiao Ciguang's face changed drastically, and she immediately knew what had happened.
This aura belonged to Junior Sister Zhong Shizhu!
“Evil Demon! Today, I shall surely slay you!” Her heart ached intensely.
She suddenly raised her hand, slashed her chest, and, regardless of the depletion of her vital blood, activated the Wanxuan Branch, killing towards Sang with a voice full of hatred.
Sang was expressionless.
He raised a hand, and another giant city fell, blocking the raging frost-sea for him, and said indifferently, “Junior, to be able to fight me with mere Nascent Soul cultivation until now is already quite remarkable.
Presumably, you are also an elite of a renowned sect in the outside world.”
“It's just a pity that your cultivation time is too short.”
“After I reclaim the Young Master's destiny, I will take away the destiny and Dao of all of you as resources for my recovery.”
“Since you will all eventually reunite in the Yellow Springs, why be in such a hurry to go down now?”
“Evil never triumphs over righteousness since ancient times, Evil Demon, no need for more words, die!” Qiao Ciguang's eyes were bloodshot.
The Wanxuan Branch transformed into countless Flying Swords, overwhelming the sky and earth, howling as they slashed towards Sang.
The two sides engaged in another fierce exchange for a moment, and then another loud muffled sound came.
Thank you, Alliance Leader, sorry for the late update.
PS: Going to sleep for a bit now, setting an alarm to wake up later and write today's update.
I'm quite tired, so today's update might be delayed until noon.
Chapter 612: Deep Sea Sacrifice. (First update! Please subscribe!)
Boom!
Another Core Formation stage Cultivator self-destructed.
Qiao Ciguang's heart sank. Junior Sister Zhang Jing was also dead. Now, only Junior Sister Ruan Zhi was still alive!
Just as she was about to continue her attack, a drop of warm blood suddenly drifted onto her face. Not far away, the eerie female corpse finally reached its limit. The cracks on its body were no longer limited to the surface of its skin, but deepened with "creaking" and "groaning" sounds.
The female corpse's body shattered piece by piece until, finally, the remaining skeleton and flesh, controlled, rushed towards the Giant Mulberry, just as the Giant Mulberry had made Shi Wanli and Su Zhen Heaven's Disciples do, self-destructing with a roar!
Boom...
The Core Formation stage Physical Body and the strange Qi temporarily descending within the Physical Body both exploded. At the same time, a rumble of thunder came from the sky above, and a "whoosh" of heavy rain poured down without warning.
But soon, under the dual suppression of the Restriction and Curse on the island, the self-destruction's range was surprisingly small, and the bizarre Qi from the Floating Life Realm also rapidly faded, like a rootless tree.
After only a few breaths, the thunder dissipated, and the heavy rain stopped.
The female corpse turned to dust, and the Giant Mulberry's figure reappeared in mid-air.
His situation was also very bad. The Twelve Cities were already gone, and even the Giant Mulberry tree that supported the Twelve Cities was thin to almost nothing, but he could still hold on for a moment.
The self-destruction of the bizarre female corpse from the Floating Life Realm was indeed extremely terrifying. If it had been in another place, he would probably have completely lost the ability to resist, even if he didn't die.
However, this Tianwai Island was a place where his former master had stayed.
Even the strange could not affect this land.
It's just that too much time has been dragged out now, he must hurry and kill the Young Master!
Thinking of this, the Giant Mulberry immediately ignored Qiao Ciguang, turned around, and fled in a certain direction.
"Stop!" Qiao Ciguang quickly blocked the Giant Mulberry's path. She stepped on silver waves, and the Wanxuan Branch transformed into thousands of Flying Swords, whistling like rain. Sword Qi crisscrossed, striking down one after another!
The Giant Mulberry's expression darkened, and he immediately attacked. The Giant Mulberry's branches and leaves shattered, breaking Qiao Ciguang's various techniques, and at the same time, he spoke chillingly: "Curse!"
The moment the Curse fell, several bright yellow Talismans reappeared around Qiao Ciguang's body. The runes flickered with faint light and slowly burned, blocking the erosion of the Curse power for her.
Immediately after, the Wanxuan Branch changed again, and countless moon blades appeared out of thin air, strangling towards the Giant Mulberry above the Giant Mulberry's head.
Swish!!
The Giant Mulberry spread his hand, and from the Giant Mulberry, a section of a branch, several people's embrace thick, actively detached itself, meeting the moon blades. With a single swipe, both the branch and the moon blades almost simultaneously vanished.
And at this moment, the Giant Mulberry's Qi was even weaker.
He reached out again and pointed at Qiao Ciguang: "death!"
Another section of the Giant Mulberry's branch, as thick as a water vat, detached itself, carrying surging resentment, hatred, Curse, and evil thoughts, sweeping towards Qiao Ciguang.
Qiao Ciguang's expression changed slightly, and she instinctively dodged. Taking advantage of this, the Giant Mulberry turned and left, intending to continue looking for Pei Ling.
But at this moment, the entire island shook violently!
It was as if the gloom, Restriction, and terror that had been pressing on their hearts since they came to the island vanished in an instant. The various Restrictions and Curses filling the surroundings faded away in a flash.
The Giant Mulberry was stunned for a moment, then instantly lost all color in his face.
The Young Master has already obtained the master's Legacy!
The next moment, the Giant Mulberry above his head collapsed silently, like a crumbling mansion. It barely collapsed halfway before it turned to dust.
And the Giant Mulberry's power, along with the island's Restriction, began to rapidly dissipate.
He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to hold on, but his fingers were empty, unable to grasp anything... He was imprisoned on this island by his master to guard the Legacy left by his master. Now, the island's Restriction and Curse have dissipated, but for him, it does not mean freedom.
Instead, it means... Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!
Yes, the Giant Mulberry had long since merged with the island's Curse...
At this instant, hazy smoke and clouds seemed to shift and change before his eyes.
...Deep in the Wan Hui Sea, the seawater was as black as ink.
On the inky black sea, intermittent sobs could be heard.
It was a crude bamboo raft, only roughly bound with freshly twisted hemp rope.
After prolonged soaking, it was now on the verge of falling apart.
On the bamboo raft, a child of seven or eight, dressed in bright clothes, with a Yingluo circle and a longevity lock around his neck, was sobbing in fear.
"Father... Mother... Grandfather... Grandmother... Elder Brother... Elder Sister..." A day and a night had passed. No matter how he called, how he confessed his mistakes and begged for mercy, all around him was the vast sea. From time to time, strange-shaped sea beasts and translucent things that he didn't know and dared not ponder passed by the bamboo raft.
Pairs of eyes, full of malice and greed, gazed at the child from near and far, feeling the undisguised desire in their gaze, as if they wanted to pounce on him and chew him up at any moment. The child was terrified to death.
His cries grew louder. He begged for mercy, for help, he threw tantrums, he acted spoiled... But his family, who had always treated him gently, were nowhere to be found.
The child could only watch helplessly as the bamboo raft drifted with the waves, gradually falling apart.
Finally, amidst sharp cries, he and the bamboo raft were swept into the seabed by a wave. The suffocating sensation overwhelmed him, and he soon lost consciousness...
When he woke up, the child found himself pushed onto an island by the waves.
The island was surprisingly quiet, without even the slightest chirping of insects.
As far as the eye could see, there were freely blooming roses, crimson like blood, pure white like snow, adorning the dark branches and leaves, beautiful like woven brocade.
And in the center of the island, a Giant Mulberry rose from the ground, its branches and leaves so dense they were like mountains and peaks, standing like a pillar, ten thousand ren high.
Its canopy, like an umbrella, covered the entire island.
The child looked up, staring blankly at the huge and majestic mulberry tree, instinctively feeling fear. However, with nowhere to go, hunger made him tremblingly get up and carefully walk from the beach into the dense rose bushes.
Then, the child walked all the way to the Giant Mulberry. Just as he was looking around for food, a pair of eyes suddenly opened on the Giant Mulberry's trunk, and a voice like thunder said: "Another sacrifice sent out by a family seeking continuous wealth."
"Where did these foolish Mortals hear the rumor that sacrificing the child with the most precious fate in their family on a bamboo raft to the sea's deceased souls can bless them with great wealth and prosperity?"
"Ah!" The child didn't immediately grasp the meaning of its words. Frightened, he turned around and ran, "Monster! Monster!"
However, he ran for a long time but could only circle under the Giant Mulberry. Just as the child was terrified, the Giant Mulberry lazily spoke: "What are you panicking for? I am a spirit demon, you are a Ghost. Both are abhorrent existences that the living avoid. Neither is more noble than the other."
Two large, purplish-red mulberries suddenly dropped into the child's hands, "Here, eat something, calm down."
"Ghost, Ghost?" The mulberries were soft and juicy, staining his palms red and emitting an enticingly sweet aroma. The child, young and innocent, and ravenously hungry, saw that the other party had voluntarily given him seemingly good food, and his fear immediately lessened. He was stunned by the words, and then realized that he had no shadow...
He forgot to eat for a moment, staring blankly at his hands. When did he die?
Was it from fear during his drift to the island, or did he suffocate after that wave swallowed him...?
He couldn't remember at all...
"Plop," "Plop"... Realizing that he was already dead, large tears quickly welled up in the child's eyes.
At the same time, his originally solid body swayed slightly, becoming much fainter.
Not far away, a clump of rose branches, as if sensing something, actively reached out to wipe his face.
The roses on this island were different from elsewhere, with dark branches and blood-red flowers, beautiful yet eerie.
But when the petals touched the child's cheek, they felt gentle and delicate.
"Little fool," the Giant Mulberry said faintly, "A Ghost's tears contain your Origin power. You were not yet fully grown in your life, and now you are newly dead, so your soul body should be weak. If not for this special place, it would be impossible to have such a solid soul. Now, crying sadly for those who abandoned you is like actively Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering."
"Never mind, this is your own choice."
After speaking, the eyes on the tree trunk closed and instantly disappeared.
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Chapter 613: The Past Thousand Years. (Second update! Please subscribe!)
Origin… …power?
The child was bewildered, not quite understanding what the Giant Mulberry meant, but at this moment, familiar people and things were not around, and the eerie Tianwai Island made him tremble. The Giant Mulberry in front of him, though claiming to be a spirit demon, at least actively communicated with him and gave him food. He was very worried about being disliked by the other party, so he immediately stopped crying.
After waiting for a moment, the Giant Mulberry still showed no movement. The child held the mulberries, stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and began to eat in small bites.
These two mulberries were as sweet as he imagined. No, they were even more delicious than expected.
The child practically devoured them. At the same time, his entire Physical Body felt a warm current surge into it, and his previously ethereal form solidified a bit more.
Even his mind became clear, as if he had become much more intelligent.
“Tree… …Uncle Tree Spirit?” The child finished the mulberries, looked up at the Giant Mulberry, and tentatively spoke.
The Giant Mulberry was indifferent.
After whispering a few questions and receiving no response, the child hesitated for a while, afraid that his persistence would anger the Giant Mulberry, and stopped speaking.
He slowly moved to the base of the Giant Mulberry. Seeing that the Giant Mulberry did not stop him, he timidly leaned against the trunk of the Giant Mulberry and sat down, blankly recalling what the Giant Mulberry had just said.
Wealth? Sacrifice? Fate?
The child suddenly remembered that ever since he could remember, he had been doted on by his family.
Because of this, he even caused resentment among his older siblings.
But after his parents talked privately with his siblings, they suddenly stopped rejecting him and instead became exceptionally friendly and doting towards him.
“You are the one with the most precious fate in our family. We will rely on you in the future!” His youngest brother had occasionally said this.
At that time, the child only felt an instinctive sense of pride.
He also made up his mind that once he grew up and achieved something, he would definitely repay his family well.
But a few days ago… …
The whole family suddenly took him on a long journey, over mountains and rivers, to the seaside, where they rented a boat and went into the deep sea.
For some reason, after going out to sea, the child suddenly felt a constant palpitation. He cried and fussed, wanting to go back, but his family, who usually obeyed his every word, ignored him.
“Soon, soon!” When he was crying very hard, his mother comforted him, “Just bear with it, it will be over soon.”
Then, one day the boat finally stopped. After a series of complicated rituals, he was personally put onto a crudely made bamboo raft by his parents, and watched the boat return, going further and further away… …finally disappearing into the ink-black sea.
At first, the child thought it was punishment for his crying and fussing.
He suppressed the throbbing and fear in his heart, forcing himself to stop his tears. He thought that as long as he was good, his family would immediately appear before him, take him back to his familiar home, and resume his carefree life from before.
However, he waited and waited… …
The bamboo raft drifted for a very, very long time, surrounded by vast seawater.
His father, his mother, his elder brother, his older sisters… …never appeared again.
The child had always held a faint hope, hoping that all of this was a nightmare, hoping that all of this was just a joke, hoping… …
At this moment, looking at his empty feet, feeling that he no longer had breath or a heartbeat, he finally understood what was happening.
“Father… …Mother… …Grandfather… …Grandmother… …Elder Brother… …Older Sister… …” The child opened his mouth, muttering one word after another.
With each affectionate address that used to be filled with warmth and attachment, the hatred around him increased by one layer.
Soon, black mist permeated the child’s originally clear eyes.
His delicate and pale face also began to twist and contort.
“Father… …Mother… …Grandfather… …Grandmother… …Elder Brother… …Older Sister… …” The child repeated, as if to engrave these people into his bones.
The wind picked up.
The sea breeze blowing from afar brushed over the roses of the island, separating the vibrant flowers and revealing the sharp thorns on their dark branches.
As they swayed, they deeply pierced the child’s arm, and also planted the seeds of hatred and revenge into his heart.
At some point, the eyes on the Giant Mulberry’s trunk opened again. It watched the child for a moment, then suddenly said, “Do you want revenge?”
The child did not hesitate: “Yes!”
“Ghosts who come here cannot easily leave,” the Giant Mulberry said lazily, “but there is an adult on the island who happens to need a servant to do some things recently.”
“If you are willing to serve him, he probably wouldn’t mind giving you a chance for revenge.”
“But you need to think carefully. Although this adult has a noble status and immeasurable strength… …he can leave at any time.”
“It could be as short as a few days, or as long as thousands of years.”
“This adult has no Legacy holder yet.”
“Once you become his servant, you will not be able to change your allegiance.”
“Unless his Legacy holder arrives one day, otherwise, you will have no one to rely on here.”
Otherwise, such a task would not have fallen to a child’s Ghost who had just arrived on the island.
The hatred for his family, the anger of being abandoned, the attachment to life, and the fear of death had completely consumed the child’s heart. He did not hesitate at all: “Good!”
So, the child was moved by the Giant Mulberry to its huge canopy.
Due to the mulberry tree’s towering height, its branches and leaves were like wide paths and platforms. Even with the strong sea wind, they remained motionless, as if they were flat ground.
He walked along the trunk with a mix of novelty and timidity. As he walked, he gradually entered a vast mist.
He didn’t know how long he walked, but suddenly, the child’s vision cleared. He saw the vast sea before him. The sea surface, unlike the dark color around the island, was a clear, transparent blue.
There was nothing on the azure sea, not even the slightest ripple.
It was dead silent and monotonous, yet it possessed an indescribable charm, as if drawing him to plunge into it and fall forever to the bottom of the sea.
The child quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look again.
At this moment, he noticed a man in plain clothes, with disheveled hair and bare feet, sitting cross-legged in the mist not far from him. His eyes were slightly lowered, fixed on the sea, as if he was deep in thought.
The plain-clothed man’s face was very strange; it was clearly visible, yet it was impossible to describe his exact appearance.
Was he handsome? Ugly? Ordinary? Old? Young?
Anyone who saw him would have a blank mind, unable to remember or recall any details.
“I have some miscellaneous tasks here; you can help me take care of them.” The plain-clothed man turned his head and casually glanced at the child.
This glance was very calm, yet it made even the ignorant child feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
He stood frozen in place, not daring to move, and unable to move.
After a long while, he finally caught his breath and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, responding with a trembling voice.
From that day on, at the Giant Mulberry’s reminder, the child changed his address for the plain-clothed man to “Master.”
In the child’s eyes, the Master clearly spent his days sitting in silent contemplation facing the sea, and never spoke harshly, yet the child always felt an inexplicable fear and dread.
He meticulously learned to serve the Master, using all his efforts to fathom his preferences and habits.
During this time, the Giant Mulberry gave him a piece of its branch and leaves: “Meditate on your enemies; unless they are true Legacy Cultivators or higher listed in the Golden Register of the Nine Great Sects, their souls will be instantly extracted and enter this branch.”
“This branch is yours.”
The Giant Mulberry, in a good mood, revealed the truth, “Consider it payment for you serving that adult and solving a problem for me.”
Yes, what kind of status and position did the Master have? How could he care about a small servant’s grievances and grudges?
The Giant Mulberry was merely unable to find a suitable scapegoat, so it tricked the child who had just arrived on the island.
No, it wasn’t entirely a trick.
After all, the Giant Mulberry also gave the child a chance for revenge, and for an existence like it, taking the lives of a family of Mortals was far too easy.
Even across countless mountains and rivers, and immeasurable distances, it was still just a casual act.
After receiving the Giant Mulberry branch, the child very simply extracted the souls of his entire family. Watching his parents and siblings wail and beg for mercy in the branch, he felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and pleasure.
Moreover, when his family’s souls were tormented and perished, the child was surprised to find that the Giant Mulberry branch fed him a pure Soul Power.
His power had clearly increased significantly.
Next, while serving the Master, the child began to pay attention to the traces of living beings near the island.
The island was clearly not fixed in one place but drifted unpredictably, which gave the child more opportunities to experiment.
He quickly confirmed that the Giant Mulberry’s branch could extract souls, but what truly gave him power was not the souls themselves, but the brewing of evil thoughts such as pain, fear, hatred, and resentment from the souls.
One time, he was very lucky to discover a large island with as many as Twelve Cities on it… …
Such a large population made the child change his usual practice of complete annihilation.
He felt that this island could serve as a long-term, stable supply.
After only a little thought, the child had an idea.
First, arrange several waves of Ghost tides to plunge the entire island into a state of precarious fear. Then, as the despair of a fallen city and extinguished race swept across the island, disguise passing Cultivators to guide the island’s citizens.
Soon, the Master’s idol was erected, and the system of sacrifices was quickly implemented.
Sacrificing one person a year seemed to put little pressure on the Mortals of the Twelve Cities.
But the rules arranged by the child, and the selection of sacrifices, were completely beyond the control of the Twelve Cities.
Regardless of gender, age, or social status.
Anyone, from an elderly person in their eighties to a newborn infant, whether a powerful city lord or a beggar barely surviving in a gutter, could draw that sacrificial lot at the annual ceremony.
Therefore, after the Ghost tide disappeared, every Mortal in the entire Twelve Cities, while barely surviving, lived in constant fear throughout the year.
The closer it got to the ceremony, the more afraid they became, fearing that they would be chosen by the sacrificial lot.
Only for a short period after the annual ceremony did those not chosen breathe a sigh of relief, enjoying a few months of ease.
Undoubtedly, the living beings in the Twelve Cities, with their fresh Physical Bodies and numerous souls, held a huge attraction for Ghosts.
However, the Master’s reputation was enough to deter the countless restless Ghosts.
As for the Master himself… …
The child had served for many years and knew that the Master simply couldn’t be bothered with such trivial matters. For so many years, the Master had not even asked the name of the servant who attended him.
Let alone this island, which the child named “Tianwai Island”?
In this way, the child diligently served the Master while continuously increasing his power through the sacrifices on the island.
But one day, when the child took some time off to check if the Mortals on Tianwai Island were behaving themselves, the Master, who had never left the Giant Mulberry’s canopy, suddenly appeared before him and said, “I am leaving.”
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The master's departure had a profound impact on the child.
The most direct point was that without this powerful backing, his stable and continuous source of malevolence could not possibly be maintained.
He himself would even be devoured by those Ghosts who had long been jealous of the benefits he had gained by relying on his master over the years.
Under such circumstances, there was only one way to resolve the impending dilemma, or even desperate situation.
That was… to become the master's Legacy holder!
But when the child bravely and subtly probed, the master did not get angry, nor did he agree. He said calmly, “Your destiny is not enough.”
A huge sense of loss swept through the child's heart. He steadied himself and made a second request: “This servant has had the fortune to serve master for thousands of years. Master is leaving, and this servant cannot continue to follow. Even death cannot atone for this.”
“Please bestow a name upon this servant, to commemorate the master-servant relationship.”
The master casually said, “You were sent by Weird Mulberry to serve me, so you shall be called… Sang.”
“Thank you, master, for bestowing a name!” The child, no, he should be called Sang now, Sang suppressed all emotions and knelt to express his gratitude.
Perhaps because of the bestowed name, or perhaps because he had, after all, served him for thousands of years, the master, before leaving, felt some pity for Sang and uncharacteristically said a few more words: “You cannot come with me, but I have another task for you. You must guard my Legacy well.”
“When my Legacy holder arrives in the future, perhaps he can take you with him, and one day, you may see me again.”
Sang asked with a mix of reluctance and inquiry, “Master, what kind of person can be your Legacy holder?”
The master shook his head slightly, not elaborating, only saying, “When the time comes, you will know when you see him.”
Afterward, the master, with a wave of his hand, sealed the entire Tianwai Island and departed.
He never returned.
Sang was trapped on Tianwai Island, waiting for the Legacy holder he would recognize upon seeing him.
He was extremely unwilling. After confirming that the master would not return, he finally could not restrain himself and began to use every method to scheme for the master's Legacy.
But as soon as he made a move, a Curse descended.
In the unseen world, his destiny instantly shattered. He had to maintain his existence and power through one sacrifice after another.
To preserve his power, Sang had to reduce his actions. Even when forced to act, he used every bit of power cautiously.
Even so, the Curse grew more and more severe.
Through continuous attempts and sacrifices, by the time the Twelve Cities were almost completely destroyed, Sang finally found a way to steal the master's Legacy.
Then, he did not choose the people of the Twelve Cities, but instead directly spread the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Method from the master's Legacy.
In those days, Sang stood on the island, quietly sensing the scent of blood carried by the sea breeze, growing stronger day by day.
Resentment, jealousy, and hatred surged towards him like a tide, making him feel incredibly exhilarated and full of anticipation.
Finally, a young man named Han Sigu, carrying a long sword called “Blood River,” entered the island, covered in blood…
Sang observed him from the shadows. This Cultivator, who had emerged victorious over the Prodigies of the Nine Great Sects in the same realm, possessed Aptitude, talent, Heart-Nature, methods, and strength that were all top-tier in this world.
That almost self-evident arrogance and confidence of being born extraordinary and destined to be above others was something Sang, who had been a servant for thousands of years, could never possess.
This was the Legacy holder the master was looking for!
But he did not acknowledge the other party as his new master. Feeling the gnawing of jealousy, Sang's expression gradually turned sinister.
He allowed Han Sigu to take that Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Legacy.
Anyway, Sang had already erased all information from the Legacy except for the Foundation Establishment Method.
At that time, whether Han Sigu succeeded or the Curse Ghost succeeded, the next Legacy holder who came to the island would face the trap he had meticulously prepared…
The destiny, vital blood, and Dao of such a top Prodigy… would grant Sang an unprecedented new life and freedom.
His life's years flashed before Sang's eyes like lightning:
The malicious and greedy care from his family in his childhood…
The fear and grievance of drifting alone on a raft…
The hatred after becoming a Ghost…
The trepidation and carefulness of serving the master…
The indignation and unwillingness after missing out on the Legacy…
Thousands of years of planning…
He had once been full of ambition, full of confidence, and fully prepared… but in the end, he still lost.
The Restrictions and Curse of Tianwai Island rapidly dissipated, and Sang's power also plummeted. His form became increasingly faint.
It was as if he had returned to the moment he first realized he was a Ghost, crying sorrowfully due to his family's abandonment and betrayal, his Origin flowing away, like a mere silhouette.
However, unwillingness and anger surged like a volcanic eruption, boiling within him.
Sang's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, “I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!!!”
“Why am I faultless, yet due to my parents' ignorance, I was used as a sacrifice in my childhood and thus became a Ghost?!”
“Why did I serve master diligently for thousands of years, yet master never even bestowed a complete Cultivation Technique, but instead wanted me to guard his supreme Legacy, wait for some inexplicable Legacy holder to arrive, and even wanted me to continue to toil like an ox and a horse just to see him again?!”
“I will take his Legacy myself, and one day, I will go see him myself!!!”
“I want to tell him, if I am not qualified to accept his Legacy, there will be no one else in this world!!!”
Amidst the hysterical roars, Sang's entire body rapidly expanded. He was going to self-destruct!
Since he had already lost, he would drag the entire Tianwai Island down with him.
He was doomed to die, and the Young Master shouldn't expect to live either!
But at this moment, a clear, shimmering sword tip instantly pierced through his body.
Countless runes on the Wanxuan Branch suddenly lit up, forcibly interrupting his self-destruction. Before Sang could react further, Qiao Ciguang attacked frantically.
Flying Swords descended like a waterfall, and as the moon blades spun, their buzzing sound was like the cicadas of midsummer. The sound of a soul body being cut was incessant. Sang finally could not hold on and let out a sharp soul shriek!
Qiao Ciguang instantly felt as if several sharp blades had stabbed into her mind. Blood flowed from her seven orifices, and her face instantly turned pale.
But instead of retreating, she advanced, her attacks becoming even more swift and violent.
Pieces of soul body were sliced off by the sharp blades, scattering like snowflakes, followed by soul bones, soul blood, eyeballs, soul teeth, and the head…
Finally, as the last toe was cut into dust, Sang was scattered all over the ground, centered around Qiao Ciguang.
After existing for a brief two breaths, Sang turned to ashes.
Completely gone.
Qiao Ciguang finally stopped. She gasped for air, but there was no joy on her face, no sign of having avenged a great grudge. Her eyes, shimmering with moisture, suddenly turned and she rushed in the direction her Junior Sisters had pursued Pei Ling.
But just a few steps out, the surrounding thick fog completely dissipated. A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator's vision was no longer obstructed, and in an instant, she saw the vast sea all around.
This was clearly no longer near the market. The seawater was as black as ink, exuding a gloomy aura… This was the deep sea!
Chapter 615: A gathering of geniuses! (Fourth update! Please subscribe!)
At the entrance of Zi Village.
Golden sunlight poured down, and outside the silent village, a female Cultivator with long eyebrows, Phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry lips walked back and forth tirelessly.
Her beautiful face was twisted and ferocious, her eyes filled with malice and Evil Qi. Among her hairpins, several sword-shaped long hairpins continuously hummed faintly, trying to wake her up, but it was useless.
Ruan Zhi stared at the village, trying every possible way to rush in, find someone, and then self-destruct! Self-destruct! Self-destruct!
Suddenly, the resentment and hatred surrounding her body instantly dissipated.
“I… why am I here?” Ruan Zhi stopped blankly, as if waking from a long dream. After looking around for a moment, she suddenly sobered up, “Wait, where is Senior Sister Qiao?!”
“And Stone Manor Lord, Senior Sister Zhang, Senior Sister Chu, and Senior Sister Zhong…”
She stared blankly at Zi Village, which was just a short distance away. The small village was quiet, with clothes not yet fully dried hanging behind the low courtyard walls, and toys like rattles and tangrams scattered on the roadside, yet no one was in sight.
It was deathly silent.
Ruan Zhi’s face suddenly changed, and memories from not long ago surged into her mind.
Stone Manor Lord, Senior Sister Chu, Senior Sister Zhong, Senior Sister Zhang… all of them were dead!!
They had previously fallen victim to that evil devil’s methods. Afterwards, Senior Sister Qiao told them to leave, but they didn’t even have a chance to think. They were bewitched by the evil devil, madly chasing after Kang Shaoyin of the Heavenly Born Sect, and for this, they self-destructed one by one…
Ruan Zhi, having just entered the Core Formation stage, had the lowest cultivation among her fellow Disciples, and her escape speed was naturally the slowest.
Therefore, when she was chasing, she fell behind, but by a strange twist of fate, she survived until now.
Thinking of this, Ruan Zhi felt a chill run through her body. What kind of evil art was that?
Whether it was Shi Wanli or her Senior and Junior Sisters, they were all Disciples of prestigious Sects, possessing complete protective measures from their Sect’s Legacy against most mind-bewildering spells and Curses, yet they didn’t detect anything amiss just now!
Even when Senior Sister Qiao made a move midway, they still wanted to drag Senior Sister Qiao with them to perish together…
In the empty Zi Village, a sound of footsteps suddenly echoed.
Ruan Zhi quickly regained her senses and immediately looked up towards the village.
She saw a figure emerge from behind a house not far away.
It was a young man of twenty, with a stern expression and sharp killing intent between his brows.
He wore a plain black robe without any embellishments, carrying a long saber on his back. The saber’s Evil Qi was almost tangible, and though still sheathed, it already emanated a sense of readiness to leap out.
His black boots trod on moss-covered bricks, steadily walking towards Ruan Zhi.
Upon seeing his face clearly, Ruan Zhi’s pupils immediately constricted. This was precisely the demonic Cultivator she had just attempted to chase and kill by self-destructing!
However, something was strange.
She had always believed the other party was Kang Shaoyin of the Heavenly Born Sect, but now, both his appearance and aura were clearly different from Kang Shaoyin; they were completely two different people!
What exactly was going on?
With thoughts racing, Ruan Zhi immediately took out her Lifebound Treasure, looking at Pei Ling with a wary expression.
At this moment, Pei Ling calmly walked out of the village. His true appearance had already been exposed, so there was no point in using the Bloodless Mask to conceal his identity.
However, after meeting Ruan Zhi, the female Cultivator didn’t immediately rush over to self-destruct, which surprised him slightly.
“It seems Qiao Ciguang has successfully dealt with it,” Pei Ling stopped, looked at Ruan Zhi, and nodded slightly.
He already knew from the Legacy that Shi Wanli and the other five, including Ruan Zhi, had been afflicted by the Luan Shen Ji Sheng Curse cast by Sang. With Ruan Zhi’s strength, it was impossible for her to break free on her own.
Since the other party had recovered, it must mean the caster had been dealt with.
As he spoke, Pei Ling immediately formed a hand seal, and a giant phantom of a skull instantly appeared out of thin air, opening its eerie maw and biting fiercely at Ruan Zhi.
Ruan Zhi hastily tried to defend, but her reaction couldn’t keep up with Pei Ling’s speed, and she was immediately bitten by the skull.
Her face changed drastically, and only then did she realize that despite both being Core Formation Cultivators, she was utterly powerless before him!
Just as she was about to fight to the death, she suddenly felt a discomfort in her abdomen, followed by uncontrollable vomiting.
Turbid black blood seemed endless. Ruan Zhi vomited for a full quarter of an hour before finally stopping. After all the black blood was expelled, she felt a complete release throughout her body, and even a subtle sense of oppression and crisis that had been lingering mysteriously vanished.
It was as if some kind of Curse or threat had been removed.
But she didn't quite dare to believe it. How could a demonic Cultivator be so kind?!
Pei Ling stood not far away, quietly observing Ruan Zhi’s reaction, his expression unchanged.
Seeing that the Curse on Ruan Zhi had been lifted, he then transmitted a message to the Divine Thought that had been secretly locked onto him: “Your Junior Sister’s Curse has been completely resolved, with no lingering issues. As for the other two, they self-destructed on their own; I was powerless to help.”
The Divine Thought locked onto him did not respond for a long time.
After a long silence, Qiao Ciguang’s slightly hoarse voice finally sounded in Pei Ling’s ear: “…Who are you?”
Pei Ling instinctively wanted to give a fake identity.
But after careful consideration, he ultimately replied directly: “Pei Ling, of the Chongming Sect.”
Chongming Sect?
Pei Ling?
Qiao Ciguang was surprised. She had not expected this demonic Cultivator to be a Chongming Sect Disciple.
In fact, she had never even heard the name Pei Ling before.
Composing herself, she transmitted, “Was Junior Sister Mo killed by you?”
Pei Ling immediately shook his head. This matter was done by the Nine A Li Clan…
However, there was a better scapegoat at hand.
So he immediately transmitted back, “It wasn’t me.”
He then quickly added, “Your Junior Sister’s remains were found in Kang Shaoyin’s storage bag. As for the specific details, I’m not clear.”
Qiao Ciguang was slightly startled and quickly asked, “You killed Kang Shaoyin.”
“I didn’t personally make the move,” Pei Ling replied, “but his death is indeed directly related to me.”
“…” Qiao Ciguang, for some reason, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to transmit, “Hand over Junior Sister Mo’s remains, and I will let you leave.”
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling frowned. If it were before, Mo Li Lan was originally a Su Zhen Heaven Disciple, and handing her remains over to her fellow Senior Sister was only natural.
But he had previously, under the System’s control, injected a large amount of fate and Curse power into Mo Li Lan’s corpse…
So, Pei Ling immediately said, “Your Junior Sister’s remains were completely destroyed in the battle just now and are not in my possession.”
This was a lie full of flaws.
He originally thought that Qiao Ciguang would definitely not believe him, and for this, he had already locked onto Ruan Zhi, ready to turn hostile at any moment.
To his surprise, Qiao Ciguang quickly replied, “In that case, you should leave quickly.”
Pei Ling was startled. Just as he was filled with suspicion, a seal suddenly appeared above the island, and in just one breath, it became as large as a mountain, smashing down on him!
On the seal, a bright and majestic power flowed, descending overwhelmingly. Pei Ling was instantly alarmed and hastily took out the emerald green tian shang tears. Before he could activate it, a clear ringing sound suddenly came from an oblique direction.
Amidst the clanging of bells, the seal seemed to suffer a heavy blow and was forcibly knocked away.
In mid-air, a vast and majestic golden Magic Treasure boat, its runes glowing brightly, spontaneously resisted the demonic Sect’s soul-bewitching bell chime. On the top deck of the boat, a Cultivator dressed in the robes of a Liulan Dynasty Imperial Prince and wearing a crimson-gold crown, his face covered in frost, pointed a finger, steadying the tumbling seal. He looked up, and not far away, space was torn open by several giant evil spirits, and a dark, eerie palace was slowly moving out.
On the palace, a plaque hung high: Ashen Altar.
At the same time, Pei Ling felt a huge suction force pulling him towards the palace.
But just as he flew into mid-air, ten thousand Sword Qi surged like an angry tide, crisscrossing and rushing with terrifying power, striking towards the Ashen Altar Palace!
A clear, cold male voice instantly spread throughout the entire sea: “Demonic Sect demoness, die!”
“Han An Sword Sect Sword Son?” A cold snort came from within the palace from Li Lieyue. The next moment, the Ashen Altar Palace instantly transformed into a phantom, taking Pei Ling with it to evade the sword strike.
The Sword Qi continued its momentum, slashing across the Tianwai Island. With a single sword strike, the entire island and a hundred miles of the surrounding sea were instantly split in half!
Where the sharp edge passed, the seawater could not close for a long time.
“It’s so lively, how about I join in?” A light laugh sounded. Corpse Peng spread its wings, flying like lightning. A handsome Cultivator in a pure white robe with a pure gold gemstone forehead ornament stood with his hands behind his back against the wind. The Young Master of the Heavenly Born Sect had arrived!
He glanced over the Tianwai Island, frowning slightly. There was no trace of Kang Shaoyin’s aura.
It seems this Junior Brother has already perished on this island!
At the same time, gigantic flower branches extended from mid-air. Flower buds bloomed, and a beautiful female Cultivator in luxurious clothes emerged. Her moth-like eyebrows were graceful, her neck slender and elegant, and she was as dazzling and dignified as a blooming jade flower, beyond compare. After she appeared, without any hesitation, she raised her hand and pulled Qiao Ciguang and Ruan Zhi to her side.
The future Sect Master of Su Zhen Heaven, the contemporary Heavenly Maiden, had also arrived!
Five of the Peak Prodigies of the Nine Great Sects from this generation instantly arrived.
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