Chapter 395: The Twin Eyes of the Immortal Corpse

Corpse transformation is a folk superstition in Huáguó, referring to a corpse suddenly reanimating due to certain external factors, yet the reanimated corpse has lost its humanity.

Shangchuan Zun remembered that in his previous life's homeland, there was a folk belief about corpse transformation.

It was said that if a corpse underwent transformation, its body hair would change—growing longer and turning white, covering the entire body in white fur.

This immortal corpse now resembled the folk tale of corpse transformation, except the color was different.

"It won't come back to life, will it?"

Shangchuan Zun gave the immortal corpse a strange look.

The corpse's body was intact, clad in ancient attire—unrecognizable in origin, resembling ancient Huáguó clothing yet slightly different.

Tall and slender, surrounded by deathly aura, yet its aura still shone through—radiating an imperial, divine majesty.

Not the ethereal, bone-deep divinity of a hermit immortal, but a fierce, regal divine might—the aura of a sovereign among immortals.

Its hair hung like willow branches, stained with blood, disheveled and covering its face, obscuring its features; yet from its build, it was clearly a male corpse.

Last time, Aitu and the others brought back the immortal corpse, but Shangchuan Zun had matters to attend to and had no time to examine the male corpse.

Now, finally, he had time to see the face of this immortal body.

Using divine power to part the long hair of the immortal corpse, its face was revealed to Shangchuan Zun's eyes.

A middle-aged man's face—neither rugged nor coarse, with a faint stubble, sharp features, and a visage radiating the mature charm of a man.

In a chaotic world, he would have been a "iron-faced, sword-browed general commanding ten thousand troops," capable of severing enemy commanders' heads in a sea of soldiers—possessing Lü Bu's might and Guan Yun Chang's grandeur.

Among gods and immortals, he would have been the Supreme Commander of Ten Thousand Immortal Armies, the peerless sovereign of immortals.

Gazing at the immortal corpse's face, Shangchuan Zun frowned, raised an eyebrow, and his deep eyes flickered with something unusual.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this corpse before?"

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with the corpse—he hadn't felt this when he first retrieved it from the mysterious mist.

But after seeing its face, the sense of recognition arose.

It felt… as if he had seen this man before, yet he couldn't recall where.

Hallucination?

Unlikely.

If Shangchuan Zun were still an ordinary human, he might think it a hallucination—according to investigations, humans often experience such déjà vu when encountering a person or event.

It's a common human reaction.

Shangchuan Zun is no ordinary human—he is now a divine demon, having stepped into the Fifth Step of Divinity.

At the divine demon level, such illusions rarely occur; there is an innate, cosmic sense—especially for Shangchuan Zun, who is no ordinary divine demon.

This shouldn't be.

How could I have ever seen this corpse?

Shangchuan Zun felt a strange unease.

This immortal corpse originated from at least several million years ago; even counting his previous life, Shangchuan Zun was no more than thirty years old—where could he have possibly seen this immortal corpse?

"Could I have seen his portrait or photograph?"

Shangchuan Zun muttered to himself, recalling—he didn't remember seeing any photograph or painting.

This immortal face was unforgettable to any ordinary person—radiating the charm of a middle-aged man; if cast in films or TV, he'd be a universal star, making women of every age swoon.

Because he was intensely masculine—not like those pretty-boy idols, but true, raw manliness.

With such a face, if he had ever seen a portrait or photograph, he could never forget it—it would be deeply etched in memory.

Where could he have seen him before?

Could it have been in his previous life?

This life has been short; whether or not he'd seen photos, his memories were clear. But in his previous life, he lived for about twenty years—his memories were long; perhaps he had seen it then.

Without attaining immortality, time erases everything—even divine demons cannot fully retain all past memories.

But Shangchuan Zun's combined memories from both lives span only about twenty years; for a divine demon, recalling such details is effortless.

His memories unfolded like a film—each scene vivid, rolling past like a projector.

Yet Shangchuan Zun found no trace in either this life or his previous life of having seen any photograph or painting of the immortal corpse.

Not in his previous life, nor in this one…

Shangchuan Zun fell silent, his gaze flicking to the haloed scroll.

At this moment,

Inside the ancient Babylonian celestial altar, the more the divine demons and immortal gods advanced, the denser the deathly aura became.

Like the ancient Babylonian mythic realm of Yue Du's Heavenly Eye, the deathly aura was thick—any divine demon entering would go mad.

But here, with each deeper layer, the density of deathly aura surpassed that of the Heavenly Eye realm.

Along the way, several divine demons and immortal gods had gone mad and were killed by their companions; they wrapped themselves in divine demonic power, struggling forward.

"They're arriving quickly."

Shangchuan Zun muttered, expression calm; soon, that group of divine demons and immortal gods would face the horror he had set—death would no longer be limited to just a few.

He paid no further attention, letting the divine demons and immortal gods inside the altar face their peril.

The divine demons and immortal gods of the Kill-God Array watched his actions, their expressions strangely uneasy.

They could tell Shangchuan Zun was utterly calm—as if the deaths of those divine demons meant nothing, as if the crisis had only just begun.

Then they saw within the haloed scroll: their companions were indeed encountering peril.

"He truly knows what's happening inside the altar!"

A half-step immortal demon in the Kill-God Array exclaimed in surprise.

Shangchuan Zun ignored them, withdrew his gaze, and turned back to observe the immortal corpse.

He had seen no portrait or photograph of this man in either his previous or current life—could it really not be him who had seen it before…

The next moment.

He thought of a possibility.

The original host!

Since he had never seen this person in his own memories, could it be that the original host had seen him?

Unfortunately, searching the original host's memories, Kamikawa Mitsu was disappointed.

In the original host's memories, not a single trace of the immortal corpse—not even an image of it—existed.

Kamikawa Mitsu frowned.

His deep eyes glowed as he stared back and forth at the immortal corpse, searching for any clue.

As he searched…

Kamikawa Mitsu's gaze settled on the contours of the immortal corpse's face.

Wait a minute!

It wasn't that this person seemed familiar—it was that the shape of his face resembled someone else.

Thinking of that person, Kamikawa Mitsu's expression turned inexplicably strange.

For the first time, his calm demeanor changed—shocked, astonished…

"Impossible."

Kamikawa Mitsu muttered, his eyes never leaving the immortal corpse's face.

Until now, he had only considered whether he himself had seen the immortal corpse before, even wondering if it might have been from his second-to-last life, since this corpse was found in a suspected realm of Yin's reincarnation.

Perhaps he had seen this person during one of his past reincarnations.

But now that he saw the corpse's contours matched that person, all his previous thoughts vanished.

Horror surged through his heart.

He had been focused only on whether he had seen this person before—but never considered whether he had seen him recently, just moments ago.

This man's face was too similar—exactly like someone he had seen not long ago.

Suddenly!

Kamikawa Mitsu's gaze shifted to the immortal corpse's closed eyes.

Could it be…

As he thought this, he activated his Divine-Demon power to force open the closed eyes.

The moment he saw the immortal corpse's eyes, Kamikawa Mitsu froze.

The immortal corpse's eyes were… double pupils!

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