Chapter 62: That Was Not an Accident!

"Cough, cough, cough... You... shall inevitably descend to the Yellow Springs to keep me company! I have already seen that distant future!"

Great God Yin Yuan knew he was doomed.

The spirit sealed inside the pig head by Gentleman Penguin flashed wildly several times; its emotions were abnormally agitated.

Wu Wang, holding 【Xiao Chuan】, wore a calm expression.

He said softly, "Descend to the Yellow Springs? I would welcome it."

Pfft—

The broken sword ruthlessly plunged into the crack of the pig bone, stabbing firmly into the spirit within.

A sky-piercing pressure, wrapped in pure mental power, erupted outward.

Energy and mental fluctuations, like a volcanic eruption, crashed against the sky curtain; the barrier created by the demon sphere trembled violently.

Fortunately, its indestructible nature allowed it to hold on.

Old Xiezhi and Minister Ancheng in the distance wore expressions of Heavy tension.

This energy was simply too strong to be comprehensible; even Old Xiezhi in his prime state probably could not produce such massive mental fluctuations.

Could this truly be the true form of Great God Yin Yuan?

Will the big shot capsize in a gutter?

While they were still deep in thought, Wu Wang's face on the other side grew increasingly joyful.

"As I guessed!"

When he first obtained 【Xiao Chuan Broken Sword】, he had some doubts—

If it can only devour spirits that have lost the ability to resist, then how can it amplify different attributes based on the spirit's strength?

Generally speaking, isn't losing the ability to resist equivalent to being on the verge of death? When everyone is half-dead, what difference does it make who is stronger or weaker?

After thinking it through, he reached a conclusion.

The attributes and attack effects that are amplified should be calculated based on the spirit's essential strength, not its current state.

A starving camel is bigger than a horse.

Even if Great God Yin Yuan is now utterly weak, its soul essence is far from simple; it could descend from some unknown dimension to the human world and still set up schemes across various strange worlds. In a fantasy novel, this would count as half a foreign demon.

Don't be fooled by Gentleman Penguin knocking it into a catatonic state with a single cane strike; if a normal player faced it, the outcome would be the same as those level-25 guys who came to dig for treasure.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

So, Wu Wang found a huge bargain!

This sword spirit formed from Great God Yin Yuan must be unimaginably strong!

"Come on, baby! Show me!"

The spirit within the pig head's eye sockets and the sky-piercing energy gradually weakened until they extinguished; a strange purple-red color began to coil around the blade.

Wu Wang felt 【Xiao Chuan】 undergoing some kind of change.

Almost there...

It's about to come out!

Vmm—

Just as Wu Wang thought the attack effect stats or the altered attribute panel were about to appear,

something else popped out.

【Reading spirit memories】

【Replaying memories】

Wu Wang: "Huh?"

In an instant, his vision blurred.

Everything around him began to rush backward; the wild grass that had already grown to knee height around the desolate village vanished, revealing an open space.

The ancestral hall buildings, which Minister Ancheng had completely demolished like a demolition crew, restored themselves to their original state.

Even the desolation within the village regressed to a time of prosperity and flourishing; the only anomaly was that the entire village was now filled with severed limbs and broken bodies.

Corpses of all kinds, killed by the Saintess's revenge, were scattered everywhere; the craters blown open by landmines along both sides of the road still carried the pungent smell of gunpowder.

This was the moment the dungeon had just ended!

"I... have returned again?"

Wu Wang's heart shook violently.

His current position was exactly in the center of the ancestral hall; less than five meters in front of him, beneath the floor tiles, lay Great God Yin Yuan, sealed after being knocked in by Penguin's cane strike.

Tap, tap, tap—

Footsteps sounded outside the ancestral hall door.

Someone is coming!

A sense of unknown confusion lingered in Wu Wang's heart.

Precisely because he had experienced it, he understood even more clearly how bizarre the appearance of these footsteps truly was.

All the villagers had died miserably.

The Saintesses had fulfilled their last wishes and vanished in liberation.

One could say the largest living creature in the entire village capable of making a sound could only be a rat.

Yin Yuan Village should be an uninhabited desolate village now! Where the hell are these footsteps coming from!

Creak—

The ancestral hall door was pushed open.

A person wearing a black-and-white mask on his face walked in; he was tall, at least one meter ninety, and a black long robe fluttered wildly in the wind; wherever he passed behind him, even green grass turned withered and yellow.

He carried a three-meter-long strange scythe on his shoulder; his death-god-like aura made people dare not act rashly.

"Holy shit! My fake-smile mask!"

Wu Wang was momentarily stunned.

But upon closer inspection, he realized that although the black-and-white mask on the other person's face looked similar to his own 【Fake-Smile Mask】, there were still slight differences.

The expression on that mask was—a crying face.

Moreover, a strange inverted-triangle symbol was carved in the center of the forehead, seemingly the calamity mark of the Old Xiezhi's mouth.

This guy's aura was truly somewhat eerie.

Wu Wang instinctively wanted to hide.

But the other person seemed to not see him at all; after glancing around the open ground, he stood still, pondering something.

"Oh, this is a memory. Damn, I've gotten used to playing the coward; I instinctively wanted to hide and ambush someone." Wu Wang felt a shred of pride in his bad habit.

See that!

Cowardly behavior is already carved into my DNA!

The crying-face weirdo stood in place, sensing something.

About five minutes later, he finally pulled a strange camouflage walkie-talkie from his pocket.

A hoarse voice, sounding like two pieces of rusted iron sheet rubbing together, slowly said, "The trait of the Undead has appeared here, but I arrived too late and didn't find him."

Thump-thump!

Wu Wang's heartbeat unconsciously quickened slightly.

【Undead】!

The other party actually knew of the existence of the 【Undead】!

Is he here looking for me? Who is he?

A woman's voice, seductive to the extreme, came from the other end of the walkie-talkie: "Don't worry~ Since he has already been chosen by the Spirit Calamity Game, we have plenty of chances to find him."

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry~"

This woman was filled with eerie allure; even though only her voice appeared, and even though Wu Wang was only observing the memories of the Great God of Yin Fate and had not witnessed it personally.

Yet he still felt somewhat dry-mouthed.

Inside his chest, it seemed a wicked fire was rising.

It wasn't that he was too thirsty.

Rather, some primal desire inherent to all living beings was being amplified and provoked.

Fortunately, the next second, the crying-face weirdo's hoarse voice rang out again; that cold killing intent filled the entire ancestral hall, instantly sobering Wu Wang up considerably.

"I'm in a hurry? If not for your mistake, the Descension Awakening Ritual back then should have pulled the 【Undead】 from reality into the Spirit Calamity Game forever!"

"Instead, it merely caused a plane crash in reality! Making me wait five more years!"

"Do you know how I spent these five years!"

Accompanying the crying-face weirdo's scolding.

A fierce wind immediately raged around; all life within the entire ancestral hall began to be extinguished. Insects like ants and spiders ceased moving, the lawn instantly turned withered yellow, and finally turned to dust, blown away by the wind.

However, Wu Wang, in his observation perspective, also froze in place.

Ever since he lost the concept of death.

Most emotions deep within his heart had grown increasingly faint; especially intense emotions like fear and anger were completely unfeelable.

Now, it seemed he had found these things again; various emotions began to burst forth.

【Five Years Ago, Descension Awakening Ritual, Plane Crash, Undead】

These four keywords placed together.

A giant wave churned in his mind.

"That wasn't an accident!"

"It was a premeditated ritual!"