Chapter 271: Building a Demon Mausoleum, Leaving Behind a Contingency

Standing in the demon abyss, Qian Chen stared at the iron halls, his gaze sweeping over the situation of the demon abyss and the veins of demon qi. He shook his head slightly and said: "The Sea of Thunder was only opened by my hand three months ago. The spirit cave has not yet been nurtured to completion, and the demon cave is also not yet a climate."

"The accumulation of this demon qi is actually not worth a single sword strike from me!"

Xin Xin Shisan Niang looked around and whispered: "This demon cave is indeed strange..." Her tail swept behind her, and she couldn't help but reveal a fox-like posture, tiptoeing silently.

She whispered and advised: "Fellow Daoist, do you want to bury that coffin in the demon cave? But although the demon qi here is vast, the energy is still in a latent state. Although the demon lords bred are ferocious, they cannot stop the joint efforts of the several great clans."

Qian Chen smiled slightly. The Big Dipper transformed by the Profound Heaven Star Stones floated in his palm, and a phantom compass faintly manifested around it.

Qian Chen looked at the compass twice and smiled: "That is why I need to arrange it!"

He waved his hand and struck out the Supreme Eight Scenery Furnace, and at the same time took out a black pottery jar, which was filled with black-red blood soil. After the Great Battle of Chang'an, before Qian Chen and the others left, in order to remove the residual evil, gloomy, and fierce qi of the demons on the battlefield, they had dug up the most tragic section of the battlefield outside the gates of Chang'an City.

"This is soil soaked in the blood of a million demon armies and hundreds of thousands of loyal martyrs, permeated with blood, demon qi, and the killing of the battlefield!" Qian Chen sighed slightly, knowing that his demonic nature had ultimately not been completely suppressed; otherwise, on that day, he would not have taken these things away.

But now they were coming in handy.

He also took some black-green demon soil from the center of the demon abyss.

Mixing the demon soil and blood soil together, he added the broken weapons from the Chang'an battlefield and the wreckage of the Bone Tower Ship. Thus, blood, demon, ancient, and broken bronze weapons were mixed together. Relying on his knowledge of the demon path, he adjusted the proportions with secret methods of alchemy and molded them into brick embryos.

They were all piled into the Supreme Eight Scenery Furnace and fired with Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

If any true inheritor of the demon path saw this, they would likely feel their scalp go numb. On every brick embryo, secret talismans of the demon path were inscribed.

The reason Qian Chen sold that Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Stele was because when this spiritual treasure was by his side, it began to manifest his demon path foundation—the Primordial God-Demon True Body.

Moreover, the feeling it gave him was not that the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Stele was stealing his demon path foundation, but that his demon path body was instead eroding the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Stele.

Qian Chen always felt that if given enough time, the Supreme Supreme Supreme Tian Mo could follow the mysterious connection of the twelve Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Steles and manifest his Primordial Supreme Supreme Tian Mo True Body on the other eleven Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Steles.

At that time, Qian Chen's demon path body would unknowingly erode those demon path sects holding the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Steles. He was afraid that before he could rightfully become the ancestor of the Louguan Dao, there would be demon path sects worshipping his Supreme Supreme Supreme Tian Mo incarnation as the Demon Ancestor!

This set of Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Secret Talismans carved on the brick embryos was a secret talisman created by Qian Chen after he glimpsed a layer of Heavenly Mansion True Talisman-level demon talismans at the core of the spiritual treasure Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Stele.

In the Supreme Eight Scenery Furnace, the demon bricks piled into a brick tower emitted an extremely ominous aura.

"Wuyou Naihe Bridge, Huang Quan Road, a point of green light illuminates the netherworld!"

As Qian Chen's gaze turned behind him, the candlelight on the eighty-one bronze human figurine lamps arranged on both sides slowly turned pure green. The bean-sized lamp fire burned with the vitality of merman fish oil.

The white candlelight started from the position where Qian Chen was, turning green one by one. The light became more and more strange, illuminating a long tomb path. Under the lamplight, this road felt extremely strange and terrifying to Xin Xin Shisan Niang. This road was like leading to a world opposite to the world of the living.

"This is..." Xin Xin Shisan Niang couldn't help but lean slightly toward Qian Chen.

But she heard Qian Chen say: "This is Huang Quan Road... These ancient bronze lamps are indeed ancient enough... They are funerary objects from the ancient Zhong Shan State during the Heavenly Zhou Divine Dynasty. During the Heavenly Zhou Divine Dynasty, the Xuan Sect had not yet shaken off the traces of witchcraft. These bronze human figurines were all made by using secret methods to blood-sacrifice prisoners of the Zhong Shan State who had cultivation, imprisoning their souls in the lamps. The refining of these human figurine lamps even referred to the methods of the Yan masters of that time."

"This is a Fate-Usurping Lamp, a spiritual lamp refined by the nobles of the Heavenly Zhou to illuminate the path for their inspection of the netherworld, preventing the demon monsters in the darkness of the Nine Heavens from peeping at their souls. Have you heard of the Seven-Star Lamp?"

Xin Xin Shisan Niang was stunned for a moment before she realized that Qian Chen was talking to her. She was slightly stunned and said: "The Seven-Star Lamp, could it be the heaven-defying artifact that reverses heaven and changes fate, adding oil to extend life—the Seven-Star Lamp? In the past, only the Wu Hou at the end of the Han Dynasty..."

"You count, how many lamps are here!"

Xin Xin Shisan Niang was startled. She gripped the hem of her Confucian skirt tightly and couldn't help but exclaim: "There are eighty-one here... Could these spiritual lamps also be Seven-Star Lamps?"

As she spoke, a lamp flower on a bronze human figurine lamp suddenly flickered.

Xin Xin Shisan Niang was so frightened that she took several steps back, nervously staying far away from Qian Chen...

"I am not the Wu Hou, and I do not have his cultivation close to a Heavenly Immortal, but the two types of lamps are the same in meaning. Viewed with the eyes of ghosts and gods, living people are like these lamps. There is a fire on top of the head, and two lamps on the shoulders! Therefore, the Heavenly Zhou alchemists used living people as figurines to refine a life lamp that never goes out, using merman, which has the most abundant vitality and is closest to the human aura, to refine the lamp oil, calling this lamp never go out, existing between Yin and Yang, life and death, illuminating the path on their tomb path that communicates between Yin and Yang."

"The Seven-Star Lamp is part of the Big Dipper's Great Divine Ability of Praying for Life and Ward off Fate, and it is a lamp that extends life and records death. These bronze snake-handling human figurine lamps are also lamps that communicate with the netherworld... But you were wrong about one point. They are no longer spiritual lamps..."

Qian Chen looked back at her with deep meaning and said lightly: "But demon lamps!"

"They are lamps, they are figurines, they are fire, and they are also—demons—between this Yin and Yang, neither living nor dead, possessing life fire but not living beings!"

Having said this, Qian Chen left forty bronze snake-handling divine human figurine lamps on each side and continued forward. At the position where he originally stood, he left an ancient bronze lamp of a human-headed snake body. The ancient lamp human figurine was as tall as a real person, with two hands reaching out to the left and right, wrapped around with bronze candles-holding snakes.

As Qian Chen's footsteps moved forward, the black altar containing the relics of the Chang'an battlefield constantly emitted bursts of green smoke, black mist, blood qi, and more were dark red blood soil and surging bone waves.

These residual demon qi flew out of the altar, landed on both sides, and transformed into all kinds of strangeness.

They took root on the bones, and countless demon army spines were twisted together, growing into towering trees, the tree bodies winding like a bone dragon.

The almost endless blood, bones, and wreckage flying out of the altar frightened Xin Xin Shisan Niang so much that she shivered behind Qian Chen—this was killing a million people to pile up so many bones, to flow out blood like a small river!

Not to mention those terrifying and strange existences...

It is an evil Buddha formed by the gathering of the dense malevolent qi, resentment, anger, and hatred left behind in the human world by a venerable monk who fought to the death on the Chang'an battlefield until the very end, only to attain enlightenment and liberation as he escaped into the Pure Land. Using the copper of the weapons left on the battlefield, the Buddha's body was cast.

After it walked out of the altar, it bowed slightly to Qian Chen and, carrying hundreds of bone Bhikkhus, hid in the shadows of the bone forest.

"This is the Wrathful Venerable, transformed from the slanderous thoughts of the high monk in despair. Because of the thought of compassion, he could not bear those tragic scenes, and finally his Zen heart shattered, transforming into the supreme Wrathful Venerable." Qian Chen whispered to Xin Xin Shisan Niang behind him.

Xin Xin Shisan Niang became more and more terrified. She could see the horror of that evil Buddha.

Her cultivation, which was considered not bad, could only tremble in front of that evil Buddha. The terrible aura contained in the bronze Buddha statue's body, once manifested in the world, would likely alarm those few Buddhist holy lands.

Watching Qian Chen introduce these things with a calm face, she could almost imagine the cruel scene of Qian Chen, with an indifferent face, cruelly interrogating the Dao hearts of several Buddhist high monks, finally forcing those high monks' Zen hearts to shatter, and their cultivation transforming into endless evil thoughts.

As for Qian Chen's identity as a true inheritor of the Dao Sect—that's right, this is what a true inheritor of the Dao Sect can do.

If he were not a true inheritor of the Dao Sect, why would he be so fierce toward the Fomen?

There were also the poison corpses refined by the thousands of corpse ancestors killed by Yan Shu. These poison corpses were originally soldiers of the Great Tang who conquered Nanzhao. Qian Chen originally would not have taken away any of the Great Tang soldiers' corpses, but would only have left them in their hometown, in the place where their relatives were. However, if these poison corpses were left behind, they would inevitably leave endless troubles.

Now, letting these poison corpses walk freely in the demon abyss, there was no need to worry about them hurting the innocent. They buried themselves in the blood soil and demon soil, transforming into strange zombies. It could be considered a kind of burial!

"Zombies!" Xin Xin Shisan Niang's legs were trembling. Those poison corpses had at least green fur, and the highest quality corpses were almost growing meat wings to transform into flying Yakshas.

One must know that many cultivators who refine corpses spend their whole lives spinning around on white stiff corpses and iron corpses. The green stiff corpses and copper corpses occasionally refined are treasures that can be passed down as artifacts. A lineage can only refine one or two, passing them down as treasures.

And here? There were thousands...

Qian Chen casually hung the human skins of the Yaksha, Bian Lingcheng, and other eunuchs controlled by Miaokong, which he had peeled off, on a bone tree shaped from human bones, letting these human skins flutter in the gloomy wind.

Xin Xin Shisan Niang was so nervous that she could only walk on tiptoes! Seeing those human skins, she almost didn't dare to open her eyes. In her heart, she actually thought of the old aunt who had been skinned—this was the nightmare of the fox clan.

I don't know how many foxes were skinned like this, leaving only a fur, fluttering and swaying in the wind.

"Qian... Fellow Daoist Qian doesn't like wearing fur, does he! If I had known, I should have tricked that real fox Hu Xiaoxiao over. Except for a tail, I don't have any proper fur. If he wants it... at worst, I'll just cut off my tail."

"But these human skins on it are smooth. Could it be that this person likes this?" Xin Xin Shisan Niang carefully rolled the tail behind her onto her waist, and when she passed by the bone tree with flying human skins, she couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

He gathered the most malevolent and fierce residual blood of the million demon lords from that battle into a small stream.

Letting it flow across the demon abyss.

This demon blood had already been refined by the Supreme Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Tianmo Sheli into the prototype of a Blood Demon. Just at the moment when Qian Chen was exhausted, at the moment when he was shaping his divine path foundation, there had been an extremely dangerous exchange of gods and demons. It was Qian Chen who used the power of the divine path to suppress the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Tianmo Sheli.

But at that moment, the bones and blood, souls and demons on the battlefield were all eroded by the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Tianmo Sheli. They transformed into the prototypes of Bone God-Demons, Nine Heavens Blood Demons, Moon Demon Painted Skins, and Nine-Child Heavenly Ghosts.

The small stream of demon blood surrounded the eight iron halls. Behind Qian Chen, a bone forest stood tall, all kinds of bones intertwined like a forest, taking root in the blood soil and demon soil. Human skins, poison corpses, residual weapons, evil Buddhas, Daoist Heavenly Humans covered in feathers, and all kinds of strangeness transformed by resentment were all left in the bone forest.

Qian Chen transformed the Bone Blood Sail Tower Ship into a stupa. Dozens of them, some three stories, some seven stories, and the highest one was the flagship taken by the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Li Linfu, which shaped a thirteen-story bone stupa.

The stupa forest stood tall. In the stupas, pieces of broken artifacts were worshipped. Some were the personal artifacts of the demon path old demons Qian Chen had slain, and some were demon path artifacts stored in the Left Treasury.

Pieces of flags, prayer beads, bone knives, gloomy swords, wheels, and iron hands were all locked in the bone stupas, accepting a strange transformation and refining.

Hundreds of thousands of residual Nine Heavens demon lords were also restrained in these bone stupas.

They could only emit bursts of shrill roars in the stupas.

Xin Xin Shisan Niang looked at the dozens of artifacts, the lowest quality of which also had more than a dozen layers of seals, and her eyes were dazzled, and she was briefly lost. Poor her, she had calculated for so many years, and there were not many artifacts on her body that could compare with this place.

"Refining demons like pills..." Qian Chen sighed: "The results of subduing demons and eliminating monsters are really hard to handle. Leaving them here can be considered appropriate."

Keeping them by his side, maybe one day they would become the resources for the Bone Tianmo Tianmo Sheli to shape the foundation. Leaving them in the Great Tang, he was afraid of benefiting those demon paths. Selling them to the Lord God, he was also worried that they would be used by other demon lords to harm people. Instead, burying them in this demon cave, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, to wash and transform them.

Refining demons into Dao!

Hundreds of years later, when the Thunder Pearl is born, the spiritual materials he washed and transformed with the principles of alchemy should also be mature. Not to mention anything else, once the artifacts in those dozens of bone stupas are washed into righteous path artifacts, it will be an astonishing wealth.

The blood river refined into a Blood Demon can breed nectar containing endless vitality...

The bone forest will also grow the purest top-grade spirit medicine that transforms death qi into vitality...

Those eighty-one human figurine lamps will also drip spiritual oil that can extend life and add fate to cultivators...

Looking at Xin Xin Shisan Niang's dizzy expression, Qian Chen smiled: "Before Xin Shisan Niang leaves, you can try to see if you can take down an artifact. If there is fate, I will naturally give it to you. These artifacts are too fierce. If there is no fate and you force it, I fear you will suffer a backlash."

Xin Xin Shisan Niang waved her hands and shook her head, repeatedly declining.

She had been terrified all the way, constantly guessing Qian Chen's true identity. Just based on the arrangements along the way, the demon qi was dense. If Qian Chen said he was a good person again, she would have seven parts of disbelief. Daring to take this kind of advantage, was she not wanting her life?

Arriving in front of the eight iron halls, Qian Chen opened his palm, and a bone relic spun in his palm... ===== CHAPTER 272 =====