Chapter 152: Fragments

"Ding! Killed a Third-Grade High-Level Immortal Cultivator, gained 1050 Experience Value." The prompt sound of the Game Panel rang out once again.

Although Zuo Moyan died by self-detonation, the Game Panel still counted him as being killed by Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan could not spare the time to check the Game Panel; he saw Zuo Moyan's body shattered into dozens of pieces, leaving no corpse intact.

The pus that burst out was highly corrosive; Zuo Moyan's clothes, muscles, and bones were basically corroded into pitch-black liquid, but two things were preserved perfectly.

One was the Triangular Command Flag, and the other was the Ring Zuo Moyan wore on his right hand.

"Being able to withstand the corrosion of the pus, these two things are treasures." Meng Yifan's heart stirred, and he reached out to collect both items.

Following Zuo Moyan's death, that dual-blade Zombie, the remaining First Grade Zombies, and the Non-Ranked Zombies all lost their commander, standing still on the spot like sculptures, no longer moving.

Not only that, after Zuo Moyan died, the Array on the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, with no one to preside over it, collapsed on its own.

The black mist dissipated, and the mountains, plains, and Valley conjured by the Array all vanished, revealing the true appearance of the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower.

It was not large here; in the center was a hexagonal Array Disk with six diamond-shaped holes, three of which were empty, while the other three were stuffed with three Black Crystals.

Only, these crystals already had dense cracks appearing on them, as if they could shatter at any moment.

Besides the Array Disk, near the walls on the fifth floor, from floor to ceiling, were iron grids similar to a morgue.

Some grids had already been opened, and inside lay cold corpses; these corpses included men, women, the old, and the young. Some looked peaceful as if they were sleeping, while others had ferocious expressions, as if they had suffered cruel torture before death.

Some corpses had already been refined by Zuo Moyan into Zombies, while others were incomplete, with strange Runes carved on their bodies and unknown colorful items stuffed into their wounds, emitting a peculiar odor that mixed herbs with the stench of corpses.

What made Meng Yifan even more furious was that he saw over a dozen children's corpses again; these children were of different ages, some even being infants only a few months old.

They were at an age of innocence, yet before they could grow up, they had already become cold corpses.

Zuo Moyan was dead, but he was a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator, and his Divine Soul was extremely condensed; even after leaving his physical body, it could still survive for a long time.

Some Immortal Cultivators who practice the Soul Cultivation Path can use their Divine Soul to cultivate as a Ghost Immortal. For them, the physical body is merely a raft for crossing the sea; after reaching a certain realm, it is like having already crossed the boundless bitter sea, and they must actively abandon the physical body, otherwise, they cannot break through to a deeper realm.

Unfortunately, Zuo Moyan practiced the Corpse Refining Method, and he did not know the method for cultivating a Divine Soul into a Ghost Immortal.

However, from that half-volume secret manual, Zuo Moyan had mastered a Possession Technique; after his body self-detonated, his Divine Soul was about to rush out of the fifth floor to find a physical body and be reborn through possession.

"Brat, you just wait for this old man; this old man will be back." Zuo Moyan said through gritted teeth, his gaze toward Meng Yifan filled with endless hatred.

With his physical body destroyed, even if Zuo Moyan could be reborn through possession, his cultivation would have to start from scratch; wanting to cultivate back into a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator would certainly require a massive amount of time and cultivation resources.

Not only that, Immortal Cultivators have very specific requirements for aptitude; those without a Spirit Root simply cannot absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

If Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul wants to walk the path of an Immortal Cultivator again, he must find a physical body with a Spirit Root.

One must know that, under normal circumstances, only one in a hundred people possesses a Spirit Root; for Zuo Moyan to find a suitable physical body before his Divine Soul dissipates is not an easy task.

"Evil Daoist, where are you going?" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, waving the Ghost Head Blade in his hand, and a suction force enveloped Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul, intending to suck him into the interior of the Ghost Head Blade.

Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul struggled desperately, wanting to break free from the suction of the Ghost Head Blade, but he discovered that the suction was extremely strong, and his Divine Soul simply could not break free.

Moreover, the closer he got to the Ghost Head Blade, the greater the suction became; Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul was like a moth to a flame, getting closer and closer to the Ghost Head Blade.

"Bastard! You just wait for me." Zuo Moyan cursed angrily, his right hand forming a seal, and he tapped his own Divine Soul seven times in rapid succession. Then, a black light flashed on his Divine Soul, and the entire Divine Soul, like shattered glass, instantly broke into over a hundred pieces.

As these Divine Soul fragments broke apart, they also broke free from the suction of the Ghost Head Blade, flying off in all directions.

Meng Yifan was greatly shocked; it was already too late to try to use the Ghost Head Blade to devour Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul fragments.

"Oh no!" Meng Yifan was quick-witted and fast-handed, hurriedly waving the Ghost Head Blade continuously while ordering Zhang Butou to lead the ghost soldiers to act together to capture Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul fragments.

"Not this one, this one isn't it either, this still isn't it." Meng Yifan used the Ghost Head Blade to continuously devour the Divine Soul fragments, only to find that these fragments only contained some Divine Soul Energy, but were not Zuo Moyan's Spirit Core.

Meng Yifan and Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers acted together, but only managed to capture twenty-some of Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul fragments; the other Divine Soul fragments turned into bursts of black mist and vanished from the fifth floor.

"I cannot let Zuo Moyan run away. It is daytime outside now, and the sunlight is very damaging to a Divine Soul. Furthermore, there is wind blowing outside; Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul fragments would never dare to appear in the outside world. He must still be hiding inside Wanxiang Tower." Meng Yifan's thoughts turned, and he knew that as long as he sealed off Wanxiang Tower, he could trap Zuo Moyan inside.

Meng Yifan's body was still mutating toward a Zombie; he did not have time to search Wanxiang Tower carefully. Just at this moment, Meng Dayong had already arrived at Wanxiang Tower leading over nine hundred soldiers.

"Father, seal off Wanxiang Tower! No one is allowed to enter or leave; kill anyone who violates this." Meng Yifan shouted loudly.

Before Meng Dayong could ask for details, Meng Yifan had already circulated his True Qi and executed Lingbo Microsteps, fast as a gust of wind, running toward Liu Zhongyong's house.

The Corpse Poison was spreading rapidly, and Meng Yifan's body was mutating quickly, becoming more and more like a Zombie; he already felt his body becoming somewhat stiff.

Meng Yifan could not spare attention for other parts of his body, instead gathering the thick True Qi in his body to block the Corpse Poison from advancing toward his brain; as long as he guarded his brain, even if his body mutated into a Zombie, he could still control his body.

If his brain were contaminated by the Corpse Poison and his Divine Soul damaged, then even if Meng Yifan's body were fine, he would completely lose his self-consciousness.