Chapter 886: Eternal Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Prudent Chapter 886 — The Corpse-Turning King!

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Protagonist:

Xu Changqing

Tai Xu Lie Yuan.

Since the Corpse Turning Festival, the baleful qi here has grown ever denser; soaring black qi surges forth, dyeing half the sky a dark black.

Amid the rolling black qi are nothing but shrill ghost wails and a pungent stench of corpses.

And the nether glow condensed from baleful qi flickers bright and dim within the rift abyss.

At this moment, numerous top powers have already gathered.

Every cultivator present is at least at Golden Core stage; Nascent Soul stage cultivators can be seen everywhere.

Even Great Powers of the Spirit Severing stage are here, each gazing ahead with burning eyes.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the Corpse King that will inevitably appear after the Corpse Turning Festival.

Its corpse shell can be seized via possession or refined into a puppet.

And within the crowd, the various powers are clearly divided.

The Three Purifications Alliance cultivators wear uniform Daoist robes, their auras vast and deep as an abyss.

The Myriad Demons Ancestral Court's demons each have differing forms — some human-bodied with beast heads, some covered entirely in scales — demon qi rampages around them, and they let out beast roars from time to time.

The Heavenly Expansion Alliance cultivators are the most mysterious; all hold star disks, star patterns flowing around their bodies.

The Netherworld Prison Path's people are clad in black, emitting coldness from head to toe, treading upon green ghost fire beneath their feet.

The Returning Ruins Chamber of Commerce members ride a colossal, pitch-black Heaven-Swallowing Toad; a magnificent jade pavilion is built upon the toad's back, its interior glittering with pearl light and precious qi.

Besides these, there are also many foreign-realm powers from the Xuanhuang Realm, the Netherworld, and others, all lying dormant in wait, none willing to miss this once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity.

Just as everyone could no longer hold back, a deafening rumble came from the depths of the rift abyss.

Immediately after, a terrifying existence fully a hundred zhang tall, its whole body solidified with baleful qi, manifested.

It has three heads and six arms; the heads are respectively a green face, a white face, and a black face, all revealing fierce light in their eyes.

Its six arms respectively grip a saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, and battle-axe — six heavy weapons; with each swing it stirs up baleful qi filling the sky, even tearing cracks in space.

This is the guiding baleful deity that leads the Corpse King into the world after the Corpse Turning Festival.

Only it can find the burial mound where the Corpse King rests.

"The baleful deity guides the way!"

"The Corpse King's burial mound is about to appear!"

"Finally... finally we've waited for this day!"

Excitement fills everyone's eyes.

Then the three-headed six-armed baleful deity halted its steps, let out a shrill howl toward the depths of the rift abyss — the roar shook the eardrums of surrounding cultivators painfully — and immediately turned and walked toward the deeper reaches.

As its six arms waved, the sky-full of baleful qi was drawn forth, transforming into a black pathway laid out before it, stretching forward all the way.

"Follow!"

Someone unknown spoke, and immediately all cultivators and demons moved in unison.

Dense escape lights, like ants filling the sky, followed the baleful qi pathway, tightly trailing behind the baleful deity, rushing forward in neat rows.

Escape lights interweave; magic powers collide.

Occasionally an impatient cultivator tries to surge ahead, only to be casually suppressed by a Great Power beside them.

At this moment, no one dares act rashly; only by following the baleful deity can one find the Corpse King's burial mound — rushing ahead recklessly would only make one a target for all.

In the crowd, an inconspicuous figure is mixed within a mid-tier power's squad.

This person is precisely one of Xu Changqing's three Spirit Plant Puppets, Xu Zixiao.

Ever since being stationed at Tai Xu Lie Yuan, he has lain dormant in the guise of a cultivator, daily earning vast resources by selling rare spirit rice and spirit plants.

Upon learning the news that the Corpse King would soon appear after the Corpse Turning Festival, Xu Zixiao immediately infiltrated this squad led by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This way he would not draw attention, yet could seize the chance to observe the situation.

If an opportunity arose, he could also secure a benefit for his Master.

He silently followed the squad, advancing along the baleful qi pathway.

Unknown how long they advanced, the baleful qi ahead grew ever denser; that rotting stench and deathly stillness nearly eroded the cultivators' divine souls.

Everyone looked up and saw, not far ahead, a massive burial mound appear.

That burial mound is no ordinary earthen mound, but piled from countless bones.

A hundred zhang high, exceeding a thousand zhang wide.

The mound is carved all over with dense, bizarre patterns.

From the patterns, black qi continuously surges forth, condensing into countless tiny wandering souls that circle the mound while shrieking.

At the mound's summit, a pitch-black Corpse King Sword is planted; the sword body is wreathed in soaring baleful qi, its tassel woven from human hair, emitting eerie whispers as it flutters in the wind.

The entire burial mound resembles a gigantic corpse mountain.

Black qi soars to the heavens; baleful qi pervades everywhere.

Even space is pressed into distortion; that pressure originating from the Corpse King, even from several li away, makes Nascent Soul cultivators tremble all over.

Golden Core cultivators are even paler, subconsciously pulling back distance.

At this moment, the five great powers seized the initiative, occupying the best positions around the burial mound.

Each bears a guarded expression, mutually restraining one another, none willing to strike first.

Their representatives are all Great Powers of the Spirit Severing stage.

Each one had a vast aura, with Dharma Aspects faintly visible.

The Three Purifications Alliance camp had three figures standing side by side, representing Qing Yu Yun Ya, Jin Ding Lei Cheng, and Guang Yue Han Gong respectively, all Divine Transformation Experts.

Among them, the representative of Qing Yu Yun Ya was Xu Zhangqing's master, Mu Ji.

He wore a green Daoist Robe embroidered with dense vine patterns, spiritual light flowing within the patterns, and a Grass and Tree Fragrance emanated from his whole body, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding Corpse Qi.

He held a Wooden Staff that was smooth and lustrous all over, with an Ancient Tree Reaching the Sky carved on the staff head; the ancient tree had lush branches and leaves, with faint cries of spirit birds heard among them.

Two strands of black and white spiritual silk twined around the staff body, transformed from his Essence and Glory Dao Rhyme.

Mu Ji's aura was restrained, appearing gentle but actually unfathomable; behind him, an Ancient Tree Reaching the Sky appeared and disappeared, purifying the surrounding Corpse Qi and killing qi.

The representative of Jin Ding Lei Cheng was named Cang Xuan, a Late Stage Divine Transformation Expert.

He mainly cultivated Thunder Technique and was skilled at drawing talismans.

He wore a Daoist Robe of red and gold, covered with dense Thunder Patterns, within which Purple Thunder Light flowed.

With every breath, Electricity overflowed from his mouth and nose.

He held a purple Token all over, with a ferocious Lei Long carved on it; as the Token was waved, vast sky Thunder Light flashed, and the sound of thunder rang out.

Cang Xuan's gaze was sharp as an eagle, and his aura was vast.

Behind him, a vague shadow of the Thunder Emperor appeared, wearing a thunder crown, clad in thunder armor, holding a thunder hammer, surrounded by thunder light, so powerful that even killing qi dared not approach.

The representative of Guang Yue Han Gong was named Han E, with Middle Stage Divine Transformation cultivation.

Guang Yue Han Gong only accepted female Disciples, each beautiful as a flower, and skilled at Artifact Refining.

Han E was the outstanding one among them.

She wore a pure white palace dress, embroidered with ice patterns and jade patterns.

Piercing cold qi surrounded her body, and she stepped on a crystal-clear Ice Lotus; as the Ice Lotus bloomed, cold qi spread, freezing the surrounding Corpse Qi into Ice Crystals.

She held an Ice Soul Sword, the Sword Body crystal clear and transparent, refined from thousand-year Ice Soul.

Cold qi flowed on the Blade; when waved, it transformed into an Ice Waterfall, and could even tear space.

Han E had a peerless face, skin white as snow, clear and cold eyebrows and eyes, and not a ripple in her gaze.

Her aura was extremely cold; behind her was a Xue Nu wearing Ice Armor, holding an Ice Sword, with ice and snow howling around her body.

The piercing coldness made even Divine Transformation Xiuxian Zhe fear it by three parts!