harleyscars Chapter 41 The Descendant of Yaochi, the Female Corpse of the Immortal Realm
Chapter 41 The Descendant of Yaochi, the Female Corpse of the Immortal Realm
"Hehehe..."
The laughter did not come from the dried corpse's mouth, but from the depths of the Heavenly Demon Lamp's flame.
The flickering flame transformed into a blurry human face.
"Innate Dao Embryo." The voice was old and cold, with barely suppressed excitement. "After three years of setting up a scheme, we have finally found a special physique."
"Who are you!"
Zixia shouted sharply, her body protected by purple energy, and she took several steps back.
The face in the lamplight did not answer, but only cackled and laughed, extremely happy.
Li Xian felt a chill in his heart.
The Heavenly Demon Mausoleum.
Blood Source Coffin.
The sky was overcast and the water level was low.
Heavenly Demon Lantern.
All four items were bait.
They attracted people from the Purple Palace Holy Land.
The protector triggered the mechanism, depleting his trump card.
Everything was for the sake of Zixia's innate Dao embryo origin.
A lineage of ruthless individuals.
Practitioners of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art need to devour the essence of various special physiques.
The Innate Dao Embryo ranks extremely high among all physiques, and it is said that only one appears every tens of thousands of years. It is a T1 level physique that is innately integrated with the Dao.
This entire Heavenly Demon Palace is a coffin for refining people.
"A member of the ruthless lineage."
Li Xian spoke, his voice not loud, but every word struck the face of the man with the lamplight.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The lamp flame flickered violently, and the human face distorted:
"What do you know!"
Li Xian did not respond.
Further discussion is pointless.
The dried corpse turned its head and pounced towards Zixia.
The Dao Palace cultivators couldn't detect it at all.
One can only trust the intuition that exists between life and death.
Zixia bit her tongue, and her blood splattered onto an old painting.
As the scroll unfurled, a divine purple light shot into the sky, transforming into a cage woven from countless purple wisps, trapping the Heavenly Demon Corpse within.
Forbidden Artifacts of the King.
It is not a holy weapon.
Li Xian glanced at it.
In the original story, Zixia later carried the legendary holy weapon of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, which was obviously acquired after experiencing this calamity.
Now, all she has is this scroll that seals the king's attack.
The dried corpse was bound by purple energy, struggling and roaring.
The purple energy tauts, breaks, regenerates, and cycles endlessly.
"Heh heh heh—you think a tattered painting can block it?"
The lamplight and the human face laughed wildly.
The four corners of the underground palace.
The rock wall shattered with a deafening roar.
Four mummified corpses emerged from the rubble.
It was two sizes smaller than the Heavenly Demon Corpse, and its body also lacked any divine power fluctuations, but its physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The remains of cultivators from the Four Extremes Secret Realm were refined into puppets.
The physical body of the Four Extremes Secret Realm.
Its actual combat strength is equivalent to that of the fourth or fifth level of the Dao Palace.
Even with all four of them attacking together, it would still be a desperate situation for Zixia.
"You ruthless bunch...you rats hiding in the gutter!"
The voice of the innate Dao embryo was clear and resonant, yet carried an indomitable spirit:
"If I manage to get out of here alive, I will make sure the Purple Mansion eradicates your entire lineage!"
The laughter of the lamp-flame-faced figure abruptly stopped, twisting into a ferocious grimace.
"Get out of here alive?" The voice was utterly venomous. "Little girl, I won't give you a quick death. I'll drain your blood drop by drop, devour your Dao essence inch by inch. I'll make you feel the pain of having everything taken from you while you're still conscious—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A small, crimson furnace flew in, its mouth wide open.
The embers of the imperial fire were ignited.
The Divine Furnace of Fire.
Sixteen crimson waterfalls of fire poured out from the furnace mouth, precisely covering the four extremely dry corpses.
It's not a group attack.
Each of the four fiery waterfalls locked onto a corpse, precisely separating them so that they did not interfere with each other.
Without divine protection, even the toughest physical body of a withered corpse in the Four Extremes Secret Realm cannot withstand the Emperor's Mark Fire.
"squeak--"
The dried corpse's skin and flesh cracked, charred, and turned to ash in the Emperor's Fire.
They struggled forward a few steps before collapsing in the fiery waterfall, shattering into a pile of charred remains.
From the moment the attack was made to the moment the corpse was destroyed, four breaths passed.
The laughter of the lamplight-faced figure completely disappeared.
Li Xian retrieved the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire, having consumed nearly 70% of his divine power.
The face in the flames remained silent for a moment.
The eerie green flames flickered, the blurred features refocused, and the tone suddenly became gentle.
"Young friend, you are very strong."
The voice of the face in the lamplight was no longer cold and sinister.
Instead, it carried a touch of elder's kindness:
"To possess such abilities at the first level of the Dao Palace, one is destined for greatness."
"But I've been planning this for three years, all for this innate Dao embryo. I have no grudge against you, so why should I get involved in this mess?"
After a pause, the lamplight continued:
"I will not stop you from leaving with that gourd and the stove, and I will even—"
The Heavenly Demon Lamp on the Blood Source Coffin glowed slightly.
"This Heavenly Demon Lamp can also be given to you."
"Just turn around now."
The conditions offered by the mastermind behind the scenes were undeniably generous.
A weapon woven from the Heavenly Demon King's life essence is enough to drive cultivators mad.
Zixia's body stiffened slightly.
His gaze fell on Li Xian.
She won't ask for favors.
But it was clear that, given the current situation, the other side had no reason to stay and die for her.
The first level of the Dao Palace.
In this Heavenly Demon Palace, they were nothing more than ants.
Li Xian glanced at the Heavenly Demon Lantern.
I glanced at the lamplight again.
"How many mummified corpses do you have?"
The face of the lamplight was taken aback.
This is not a bargaining statement, nor is it a hesitant reaction.
This is—testing the waters.
Why are you asking this?
"Calculate the time."
Li Xian said.
The smile on the face of the lamplight froze.
Without further ado, Li Xian raised the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire once more, its mouth shimmering with crimson light.
The walls of the underground palace collapsed.
Eleven dried corpses emerged from the rubble, varying in size, their bodies surging with demonic energy.
The three bodies were covered with golden rhomboid scales, and the eight non-human forms with four arms and three eyes were far stronger than the previous Four Extremes Dry Corpse.
Dragon Transformation Cultivator.
Ancient organism remains.
"I gave you a chance."
The amiable expression on the face of the lamplight vanished completely, replaced by a sinister one.
Li Xian poured all his remaining divine power into the Li Huo Divine Furnace.
"burn."
The crimson river poured forth once more.
This time the fire was not as large as before, but each flame was condensed to the extreme. Hengyu's early imperial runes flowed in the heart of the flame, targeting the place where the demonic energy was the most concentrated.
Eleven mummified corpses were swallowed by the river of fire, their flesh charred and their skeletons collapsed.
Li Xian's divine power was exhausted, and the furnace fire dimmed.
"Refusing to leave even when death is imminent?"
The face-shaped lamplighter noticed Li Xian's weakness and sneered disdainfully:
"Genius or ant, my plan is perfectly executed; how could I allow you to disrupt it?"
The words fell.
The hidden compartment at the bottom of the underground palace popped open.
A slender female corpse slowly stood up.
She was dressed in a rotten long dress, and her hair was dry and white.
Unlike other dried corpses, she had no demonic aura or malevolent energy.
Yes, there is a faint, almost non-existent... spiritual energy, ethereal energy.
That's the aura of the Jade Pool.
Li Xian's pupils suddenly contracted.
"You figured it out?"
The lamplight and the human face were extremely pleased with themselves:
"When the ancient Jade Pool fell, countless brilliant cultivators were buried in foreign lands."
"A direct descendant of Yaochi who has undergone the Seven Transformations of Dragon, he has cultivated the Western Emperor Scripture, possesses miraculous bloodline, and his physical body still retains some fragments of the laws."
He lowered his voice, as if sharing a huge secret.
"Of course, this thing must not be exposed to light. If the Jade Pool Holy Land finds out that someone has dug up the remains of their ancestors to make puppets... hehe, they will hunt them down to the ends of the earth. So I never use it lightly."
"But you—forced me to use it."
The female corpse opened her eyes.
There was no vibrant green in my eyes, but only a deathly gray emptiness.
Before her death, she transformed into a dragon and underwent seven transformations. After her death, her physical body withered and died, but her vital energy was no less than that of the Purple Mansion Granny before her death.
He struck out with his palm.
Li Xian and Zixia were both struck by the palm strike.
Li Xian's chest trembled violently, and he was sent flying dozens of feet backward.
Zixia barely managed to protect herself with the scroll, staggering backward with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
The woman's body did not stop.
The second and third palm strikes followed in quick succession.
Each palm strike precisely hit the weak point of the Purple Cloud King's forbidden weapon.
Zixia retreated seven steps, her purple clothes stained with blood.
No matter how extraordinary the talent of a primordial Dao embryo is, a second-level Dao Palace is still just a second-level Dao Palace. Faced with the crushing power of a Dragon Transformation level, they are powerless to fight back.
"Hehehe... Just obediently accept your death."