Chapter 1789

"Impossible." The Xuan Yin Corpse King could not possibly lower his head, nor could he willingly become a sacrifice to the Corpse-born Lotus; this would be an insult to him, and if he did so, he would truly have no chance of recovery.

"He had barely managed to come back to life; how could he go die again? The Corpse-born Lotus's ability is extremely terrifying, its devouring utterly thorough. The Xuan Yin Corpse King knows the Corpse-born Lotus very well—it is a holy medicine, the bane of corpses, the bane of all zombies."

"To make him willingly become a sacrifice, the Xuan Yin Corpse King cannot do it; even if he died fighting here, he could not possibly lower his head."

"I am the Xuan Yin Corpse King; even in death, I could never become a sacrifice to the Corpse-born Lotus, brat—you're dreaming."

"The Xuan Yin Corpse King has his pride and his dignity; how could he possibly do such a thing? The Hunyuan Pill Fire is indeed strong, but it still cannot kill him; he hasn't lost yet, he still has a chance."

"The power of the Hunyuan Pill Fire exceeded his expectations; its ability is profoundly strange. After merging with his own Xuan Yin Extinguishing Corpse Fire, the Hunyuan Pill Fire gained the ability of the Xuan Yin Extinguishing Corpse Fire, attaching to his body, continually devouring his Xuan Yin corpse qi, using that qi as fuel to burn himself."

"This is tantamount to burning himself, and moreover, it is not under his control—this is the most…speechless part. The Xuan Yin Corpse King cannot control his Xuan Yin corpse qi, cannot do anything; if this continues, he will be burned to ashes."

"His body, soul, and even his consciousness will become nourishment for the Hunyuan Pill Fire, which he cannot allow; the Xuan Yin Corpse King cannot collapse, no matter what, he must not fall."

"Brat, it's you who forced me; even if I die in battle, I will make you pay the price."

"Xuan Yin Corpse Domain."

The Mysterious Corpse King swiftly formed seals with both hands, stirring all corpse qi within the cavern as well as the grievance qi hidden beneath the earth; the Ten Thousand Tribulation Corpse Refining Array could not be restored, yet this place had buried far too many dead, far too many Strong Ones, and those people had been drained, becoming empty shells.

Even their bodies no longer existed, only the lingering grievance qi remained. At this moment the surrounding earth changed; the Mysterious corpse qi spread, enveloping every corner of the cavern. The Mysterious Corpse King's body dropped to the ground, his hands pressing onto the earth, utterly indifferent to the flames on his body, letting the fire burn him.

His eyes hardened as he said, "Eternal Night, Bury the Soil."

"All the wronged souls buried here shall be revived by me, and all people shall be killed."

"Everyone here, every living person, are your prey; go hunt, go devour."

"Revel to your heart's content."

The Mysterious Corpse King spread his arms; countless wronged souls and corpse qi hidden in the earth clung to him, helping him extinguish the Hunyuan Pill Fire, and the entire cavern turned black as night fell completely.

The Hunyuan Pill Fire was extinguished.

Countless wronged souls crawled up from beneath the earth; the soil coalesced their bodies, while the Mysterious corpse qi forged their souls. One by one, corpses materialized, densely packed, each erupting with intense resentment toward humanity and toward Chen Chuyang and his companions.

Eternal Night descended, and the earth buried everything.

At this moment they all stared at Chen Chuyang and the others; their eyes were filled with slaughter, with fury, and with desire, as if devouring these people could grant them rebirth, allowing them to become brand‑new beings rather than mere wronged souls.

"Go, kill them; this is the only chance you have… to break free of your shackles."

"Whether revival is possible depends on your madness."

As the Mysterious Corpse King's voice faded, countless corpses surged toward Chen Chuyang and his group; in those corpses' eyes there was only madness, only slaughter, only desire—nothing else. Heishanyang and Lian Hongchen choked on a sob; the pitch‑black cavern revealed nothing, yet they could sense the people around them.

Those corpses drew nearer, intent on swallowing them alive; their gaze, their aura, made one feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Heishanyang, devour them," Lian Hongchen said, a little frightened.

"No, I refuse. These corpses reek, they're certainly not tasty; I won't eat them," Heishanyang retorted, refusing to devour the corpses, calling them too disgusting and foul‑tasting.

"Lian Hongchen, don't you want to devour more zombies? These corpses may be lacking, but they're abundant; you could…"

Lian Hongchen shook his head: "No, these aren't zombies; they're corpses formed from condensed grievance qi, no need to devour them."

Each person and each goat refused to devour, all despising those corpses.

Diewumeng clasped her hands, gazing at the surrounding corpses; her eyes flickered as she realized these corpses could not be deceived nor controlled by her, only an illusion could be constructed to trap them in an endless phantasm.

The Tian Du Dragon King furrowed his brows, his demonic power erupting as he forcefully stamped the ground, shattering every corpse that approached.

His demonic power erupted, crushing those corpses, yet even when shattered they could re‑coalesce, unable to be utterly slain.

"These things cannot be completely killed."

"I know, the corpses formed from wronged souls have their core in the Mysterious Corpse King; as long as he lives, these corpses won't vanish," Diewumeng saw through it all, staring at the Mysterious Corpse King, for he was the core, the key.

Kill him, and this can end.

This move is his final divine art, a desperate one; either they die, or the Mysterious Corpse King dies.

There is no third option; the Mysterious Corpse King, in order to kill them, is also fighting desperately.

"Is there any way to completely eradicate them?" the Tian Du Dragon King asked.

Diewumeng turned back, looking at the floating corpse‑born lotus in the sky; the Tian Du Dragon King instantly understood, hurriedly luring a group toward the lotus. The corpse‑born lotus accepted without hesitation, immediately drawing its roots to bind the corpses and then extracting corpse qi and wronged souls.

The corpses were crushed into fragments, unable to re‑coalesce; seeing hope, the crowd rushed to feed the corpses to the corpse‑born lotus, the more the lotus received the better, the more it ate, the more its maturity increased.

Under these circumstances, the corpse‑born lotus can be hastily ripened soon.

Diewumeng announced, "Everyone, act quickly—send these corpses to the corpse‑born lotus to hasten its ripening."

"The corpses the Mysterious Corpse King has gathered are food for the corpse‑born lotus; they must not be wasted."

They cannot kill these corpses, but the corpse‑born lotus can.

That is sufficient.

"Understood."

"Received."

Lian Hongchen and Heishanyang received the orders and immediately set to work; there were countless corpses, and they delighted in the task, sending them one by one to the corpse‑born lotus. Their actions drew the Mysterious Corpse King's attention; looking this way, he realized his Mysterious corpse qi and soul were rapidly weakening.

"Damn you, you should die."

"How dare you…"

Enraged, the Mysterious Corpse King saw the crowd's actions clearly; he was truly furious to death, as these people dared to sacrifice his own corpses.