Chapter 513: Nirvana's Evil Bone

This moment, for Dìluán, is liberation.

It is indeed worth losing oneself in joy one last time.

But I watched the light spot on his brow grow larger and brighter, and I faintly felt something was off.

I have already used lamp oil to ferry over several people; those people almost always take effect as soon as the lamp oil is applied, and soon they enter reincarnation.

But that point on Dìluán's brow does not look like ferrying; instead, it looks as if it is about to burn.

Is it because he still endures this bloody, fuzzy flesh body?

Probably not.

Dìluán understands the lamp oil's effect better than I do; if his flesh body still had vitality and he had not yet become a blood corpse, he would not endure this flesh body to accept the lamp oil.

I looked at my own hand again.

I began to suspect again whether this had to do with my recent Nirvana.

But if the cause lies with me, why has Dìshì taken no action at all so far?

He allowed me to enter this land, saw Dìluán, and did not launch an attack right away.

Even when provoked by Dìluán like that, he remained hidden in the dark, not showing himself, as if waiting for something.

The calmer Dìshì was, the more panicked I felt.

An ominous premonition surged into my heart.

Dìluán suddenly clutched his head with both hands and cried out in pain: "Pain! What's going on? Why is my body burning? Why haven't I been ferried? Could the lamp oil of the Soul-guiding Lamp also be fake?"

He struggled, stretching out his bloody hand to grab the Soul-guiding Lamp.

I hurriedly stepped back, keeping distance from him while observing the surroundings, figuring out which way to escape later.

Boom—

Dìluán collapsed to the ground, his whole body twitching.

His foul-smelling flesh, with his movements, fell off piece by piece, revealing the bones inside.

And his bones had actually been ignited by the lamp oil, blazing fiercely.

"Fake! It's all fake!"

"I'm unwilling! Why can he, steeped in evil, live well, while I cannot turn back to shore?"

"Heaven, you're blind!"

"I @#￥%&*"

After a torrent of unbearable curses, the rotting flesh and scraps on the ground had all turned to blood water, and a large patch of bones had also been burned to ash.

How could it have been burned to ash in just a moment?

Even if Dìluán had become a blood corpse, and even if the lamp oil had a burning effect, it shouldn't easily burn his bones to ash, right?

Moreover, the lamp oil's proper target is the soul body, instantly burning the soul—I could believe that, but it was the bones instead.

Soul?

I suddenly realized where the crux of the problem lay.

If the lamp oil refuses to ferry Dìluán's sinful soul, its judgment should be on his soul, not his corpse!

So, where is Dìluán's soul?

"Hmph, overestimating oneself."

Dìshì suddenly emerged from the darkness, waved his big hand lightly, a gust of Yīnfēng swept over, and the bone ash scattered everywhere, fine as the ash left after burning a pile of spirit money.

All that remained was a single bone with an abnormal reddish hue.

Upon seeing this bone, my first reaction was, "Cinnabar spirit bone?"

Dìluán was actually created by attaching to a cinnabar spirit bone?

But I immediately realized that this bone differed greatly from a cinnabar spirit bone.

A cinnabar spirit bone is that translucent red, looking clean and pure; as a spirit bone, it also has red mist rising from it.

That is the toxin of cinnabar.

But Dìluán's bone is solid in color, dark and blackish, with a faint evil aura coiling around its surface.

The moment this bone was revealed, the Soul-guiding Lamp twitched slightly.

Immediately afterward, I saw the several ghost faces on the lamp's chamber actually become somewhat timid and shrinking.

As if they were very afraid of this bone.

Dìshì stared at that bone, quietly observed it for a while, then sighed and picked it up.

I didn't know whether he was regretting Dìluán or regretting this bone.

I had not thought of taking the chance to flee.

Dìshì had been following me all the way up; from the start he had the ability to seize me, so no matter how I tried to escape, I could not get out of his palm.

The Cold Pond was behind me; my body's heat rose a bit more, and the chill of the Cold Pond now had a deadly attraction for me.

I stared fixedly at Dìshì, waiting for his next move.

From the forest came a rustling sound; although I couldn't see it, I still felt that in the darkness, pairs of greedy eyes were fixed on me.

Like a prickling sensation on the back.

Dìshì was not in a hurry at all; he bore Dìluán's face, wore a noble long robe, flicked the robe's edge, and sat on a stone stool by the Cold Pond.

For the Feng Clan, this Cold Pond should be of extraordinary significance; besides the stone stool, there is also a stone table by its edge.

Dìshì sat on the stone stool, his back against the stone table, constantly playing with that bone in his hand.

"Dìluán, he's truly useless; if he had a bit of self-awareness, maybe I could let him jump around a bit longer, after all, this evil bone, I don't even want it."

I frowned, "Evil bone?"

"Back then, how much effort did I expend to bring him into this world?"

I arranged his identity, helped him gain a foothold in the Feng Clan, and custom-tailored a memory system for him, assisting him in building prestige among the senior elders. All I wanted was for him to heal my body and guard this evil bone.

What's the rush? After betraying me, what good end could a monster whose hands are drenched in blood and lives possibly have?

Dìshì went on talking to himself, completely oblivious to my presence.

Yeah, in his view, I've already been surrounded and driven to this point.

He only needs to buy time; once the cooldown of the Nirvana Fire ends, I won't be able to escape calamity.

In his eyes, am I already as good as dead?

I am indeed isolated and helpless.

This is Feng Clan territory; as the Phoenix Lord of the Feng Clan, no one will help me—instead, I can barely move.

Must I just sit here and wait for death?

No, I still want to struggle a bit.

I suddenly formed the sword finger again and drew a drop of lamp oil from the Soul-guiding Lamp's chamber.

I had originally intended to ambush Dìshì.

Dìshì's skin was flayed from Dìluán's body; I wager that even if stitched back together, in such a short time it could hardly fully meld with his flesh and soul.

Any tiny loophole would be an opportunity for me.

But though the idea sounded fine, as soon as I acted, Dìshì noticed.

In the panic, I turned my sword finger, shifted my target, and pressed the lamp oil directly onto that evil bone!

Dìshì created Dìluán specifically for this evil bone, showing how differently he regards this bone.

I even suspect that this evil bone might actually be Dìshì's own!

Since it is an evil bone, shrouded in a yin‑evil aura, judging it with lamp oil is sound reasoning.

I'm just not sure how much this will affect Dìshì, but I must do it—I only have this one chance…