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Chapter 289 The Eternal Diva

It is located underground, one kilometer away from the Nantianmen Fortress.

There is a huge cave here, hollowed out by an unknown entity.

Bathed in the glow of blood, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The dark red pool of blood gleamed eerily in the dim blue light of the cave, making it seem like an endless sea of ​​blood and hell, filled with a heavy smell of rust.

Countless tiny streams of blood meandered in from all directions, converging into this vast pool of blood. Drops of blood condensed into shocking little blood beads, trembling gently, and dripped down below, becoming part of the blood river.

An exquisitely crafted coffin lay silently beneath the river of blood, its surface reflecting a crimson glow.

The surface of the coffin was smooth and cold, carved with intricate patterns that appeared sinister and mysterious under the glow of the blood, and on them were the demonic runes that summoned Cain.

Cain was known as the bloodthirsty demon god, the immortal king.

His favorite thing was to immerse himself in an endless river of blood.

Blood converged from all directions and eventually flowed into the coffin, which seemed to be nurturing some powerful being, as a sound like a heartbeat could be heard from within.

The air was thick with the suffocating stench of blood.

At the bottom of the Blood River, numerous magical runes were engraved, radiating a blood-red light.

At the edge of the Blood River, there is also a coffin, but this coffin is even more luxurious.

A series of thumping sounds came from inside the coffin.

The demonic runes on the coffin emitted a blood-red light.

Drops of blood fell from above, forming crimson streams that left deep marks on the stone slabs, as if the slabs had been corroded.

The corroded stone slabs formed magical patterns, and a large amount of blood was poured into the coffin.

A short while later, the coffin exploded with a bang.

A clump of blood emerged from the coffin, coalesced in mid-air, and formed a man with a pair of bat wings.

His face was pale, his eyes were deep and mysterious, his black pupils were marked with demonic patterns, and sharp teeth protruded from his mouth.

The man was tall and elegant, and every movement he made exuded a composed and aristocratic air.

"Haha, Jiao Mujiao, you didn't expect that, did you? Dr. Du Bo is just an infected clone of me."

"I simply placed a fragment of his soul inside his body."

"But even if my clone dies, it doesn't matter."

"The spores have already been spread by those idiots."

"The corrosive nature of abyssal spores is something that humans simply cannot stop."

"My plan must not be disrupted by anyone."

"Once I have absorbed enough blood from the alien beasts, I will be able to summon the demon god Cain."

"And with the help of the demon god Cain, he was completely transformed into a blood demon, and from then on, he was immortal."

"Hahaha."

A hint of madness flashed in Du Bo's eyes.

"I need more souls, I need more sacrifices. I can't let the demon I serve be dissatisfied with the offerings I make."

"I don't know if Wang Gang will act on his own after I die."

"Ye Bai has been infected with spores and is probably not far from death."

"Haha, I've also cultivated an army of spores; I'll just use them as a covert weapon."

"The Death God Society should be arriving here soon."

"I have to go and greet him myself."

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

Professor Du Bo transformed into countless streaks of blood-red light and vanished into the air.

Just then, in a place overgrown with weeds.

The Corpse Whisperer is using a huge shovel to dig up a graveyard.

The tombstone reads: "A tribute to the eternal songstress – Ms. Zhang Tianan."

"Baby, here I come."

“I can sense that this is a perfect work of art.”

Soon a transparent glass coffin appeared, and inside it was a girl surrounded by immortal flowers.

The girl's eyelashes, like butterfly wings, gently covered her eyelids, as if she were in a peaceful slumber, or as if she were ready to take flight at any moment.

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if trying to block out the noise from the outside world.

Their long, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, like a group of little elves waiting for the morning light.

Sunlight streamed through the glass coffin, casting long, thin shadows beneath her eyelids, like the wings left behind by an angel.

Her skin was as white as jade, and her lips were pale red, like cherry blossoms in full bloom, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master.

A long whip shaped like a rose was tightly gripped in the girl's hand.

"Haha, I guessed right, this remains are really well preserved."

"The Eternal Songstress, Zhang Tianan, a seventh-tier plant-type pet master, died from exhaustion during the Battle of Nantianmen and was eventually buried here."

"And let the preserved flowers accompany you in your eternal sleep."

"What a pity, I'm going to turn you, this heroic spirit, into my corpse puppet."

The Corpse Whisperer grinned, revealing teeth as white as jade.

He looked at the eternal songstress with a greedy expression.

"Such fine works of art should be appreciated by people."

"Eternal songstress, Zhang Tianan, awaken, awaken from your slumber, and become my little darling."

Strands of black energy entered the glass coffin, and the terrifying black energy, like puppet threads, wrapped around Zhang Tianan's body.

The next second, Zhang Tianan opened his dark, inky eyes.

She awoke from the cold grave.

Zhang Tianan slowly sat up from the coffin, like a puppet being manipulated.

Although she had been dead for a long time, her body still retained its elasticity.

This piqued the great curiosity of the Corpse Whisperer.

“If I hadn’t already completely realized that you no longer have a soul, I would have thought you were still asleep.”

Her gaze swept around, and the once familiar scenery now seemed strange and distant.

The surrounding area was a long-abandoned cemetery, overgrown with weeds, and the cawing of crows broke the silence.

"Am I not dead?"

Zhang Tianan found it strange. She clearly remembered that she had used a legendary forbidden technique, the Song of Extinction, to protect her companions.

All her pets turned to stone along with her.

But why did I become like this?

At this moment, Zhang Tianan's pupils widened; she could actually sense the faint aura of her pet beast.

My heart started beating again.

"My little darling, it's me."

"I was the one who woke you up."

"Have you awakened your self-awareness?"

"Let me introduce you for the first time. You are my corpse puppet, the eternal songstress Zhang Tianan."

"And I am the Corpse Whisperer of the Death Society, the puppeteer."

"You are my collectible, the perfect collectible."

The Corpse Whisperer looked greedily at Zhang Tianan.

"Although I don't know why you've remained incorruptible, it doesn't matter. All I need is for you to serve me."

Zhang Tianan laughed coldly, like an ice goddess.

The next second, the rose whip transformed into a long, thorny sword, shattering the coffin and slicing across the Corpse Whisperer's face. Blood flowed directly from the wound.

"Haha, you're such a disobedient little wildcat, but I really like you the way you are."

The Corpse Whisperer licked his tongue, took out black suture thread, and began to sew it up on his face.

A short while later, an ugly scar resembling a centipede appeared.

"Haha, isn't this beautiful?"

"To be honest, I don't care about my appearance at all."

Countless black threads appeared in the Corpse Whisperer's hands.

These threads pierced straight into the earth, and soon the ground cracked open, revealing countless corpses emerging from the surface.

These corpses belong to the beast masters who died in battle at Nantianmen.

This also includes the corpses of some pets.

"Damn it, now is not the time to fight him."

"I've just woken up, and I'm no match for this guy yet."

"I hope my soul voice talent is still there."

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its brilliant rays.

But the next second, the pitch-black clouds completely blocked out the sun, and sand and stones began to swirl around.

A girl stands atop a glass coffin, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, her eyes sparkling with a firm yet gentle light.

Her eyes were deep and bright, revealing a transcendent spirituality.

As she parted her lips slightly, her melodious voice drifted away on the wind.

This is a funeral dirge, specially used to help the deceased be reborn in the Pure Land. The surrounding spirits seem to find solace and their souls can rest in peace.

The girl's eyebrows were long and thick, and the slightly raised arch revealed a stubbornness and indomitable spirit.

Whenever the melody rises and falls, an indescribable sorrow appears between her brows, a deep remembrance of the departed and endless compassion for the living.

Every note she sang seemed to be filled with magic, able to soothe the resentment of the dead and guide them into the cycle of reincarnation.

Upon hearing the voice of the Eternal Songstress, the corpse puppets began to decay and disperse in the wind.

Their souls also revealed a pure smile, turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.

At this moment, the Corpse Whisperer's face darkened; these corpse puppets were his prey.

He had already inscribed manipulation runes on these corpses.

This could have become a valiant and formidable army under the command of the Corpse Whisperers, but a portion of it was wiped out.

This greatly displeased the Corpse Whisperer.

"Hmph, I originally intended to make you one of my collectibles."

"As a result, you unexpectedly awakened your consciousness, and I did not erase your will."

"But you shouldn't have ruined my plans."

"Therefore, I will manipulate your body and unleash the Song of Annihilation!"

A look of surprise and doubt appeared on Zhang Tianan's face. How did this guy know that he could unleash the Song of Annihilation?
Countless black threads, composed of shadowy shapes, pierced Zhang Tian'an's body, making her feel like a puppet being manipulated by the Corpse Whisperer.

"No corpse puppet can escape my grasp."

"Even you are no exception, Zhang Tianan, become my work of art."

Dark energy was gathering between Zhang Tianan's eyebrows, seemingly trying to etch demonic patterns.

However, just as the magic runes were about to take shape, they suddenly vanished.

The Corpse Whisperer suffered a severe backlash, and resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Why are you still alive? Why?!"

The Corpse Whisperer suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood; he was extremely annoyed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Tianan sang the song of spatial displacement.

As the melodious tune began, Zhang Tianan instantly teleported away.

Just then, a blood-red light appeared.

Professor Du Bo appeared here.

He flapped his bat wings and looked down at the Corpse Whisperer: "Corpse Whisperer, what exactly happened here?"

"Why was this cemetery destroyed?"

The Corpse Whisperer licked his dry lips, a maniacal smile spreading across his eyes: "Haha, a little wildcat has broken through my blockade."

"But it's okay, I'll find her soon."

“She has the mark I left on her body.”

"Du Bo, do you want me to unleash the Puppet Catastrophe?"

"What good would this do me?"

The Corpse Whisperer looked up at Du Bo.

"To be honest, you've already transformed into a blood demon."

"I want to try and see if I can control you, this undead beast."

A hint of apprehension flashed in Du Bo's eyes; he knew the Corpse Whisperer possessed this ability.

Moreover, he could sense that the Corpse Whisperer was actually a peak seventh-tier pet master.

In other words, if the Corpse Whisperer wanted to, he could leave himself behind.

He didn't want to become a corpse puppet, manipulated by others for the rest of his life.

"Corpse Whisperer, make the long story short."

"We all have one goal: to destroy the Nantianmen Fortress."

"You can't lay a hand on me, or Death will be angry."

Seeing the increasingly eager look in the Corpse Whisperer's eyes, Du Bo had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Corpse Whisperer, let me help you find the trail of that person from earlier."

"As I transform into a Blood Demon, I can easily track the spatial coordinates around me."

"Corpse Whisperer, I've found the person for you. How about we join forces to destroy the South Heavenly Gate Fortress?"

Du Bo offered a suggestion.

The Corpse Whisperer smiled, his face turning a sickly white.

The ugly, centipede-like scar was a reminder that a wildcat had once attacked him.

“Okay, I will stay here and summon enough corpse puppets.”

"I await your good news, Du Bo. Otherwise, I will turn you into my corpse puppet."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for your good news."

"The Corpse Whisperer said coldly."

Countless wisps of black energy emanated from the Corpse Whisperer's body, gradually disappearing into the ground.

"Awaken from your slumber, my servants."

"Destroy with all your might, filled with hatred for life."

The ground shattered, and coffins emerged from it.

The coffins burst open, revealing corpses with their eyes tightly closed.

Most of the corpses had decomposed into bones, but some powerful corpses still retained their fighting strength from when they were alive.

"My little darlings, it's time to revive."

As the black energy gradually flowed into the bodies of the corpses, they all opened their eyes.

"It's a pity that all your pets died in battle and their bodies can't be found. Otherwise, I would have been able to control even more gadgets."

At the same time, Ye Bai clashed with Wang Gang.

(End of this chapter)