Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 520: Xihui Enters the Darkness

"Dead energy? No, although it is based on dead energy, its essence should be a power mixed with five kinds of primordial energy: Yin, darkness, death, resentment, and evil."

Chu Tai was a little surprised. He stretched out his hand to draw a wisp of breath into his hand. After sensing it carefully, he found that the quality of this Yuan Qi was extremely high. It was already at the level of fourth-grade Yuan Qi, and contained a deep resentment. It seemed that it was about to exceed the fourth grade and reach the third grade.

'Is it the aura of extreme resentment that has accumulated over countless years, or is it the traces left behind by the death of a high-ranking person?'

Chu Tai became more and more curious about the origin of this relic.

As they went deeper, they found more and more objects with residual spiritual power, and even some strange plants appeared in front of Chu Tai.

Most of these plants retain the appearance and characteristics of the ancient times, but because of the legal principles of the past Holy King period entrenched in these ruins, as well as the oppression of the contemporary remaining Holy King Avenue, they present an inexplicable sense of distortion.

It was clearly a superior spiritual root with clouds and glow flowing and full of spiritual charm, but it continued to emit unique laws and principles of the Tao, distorting all the cultivators who approached.

Lu Qing, who was walking in front, did not notice it, but Chu Tai, who was following behind, saw it clearly.

Lu Qing's aura has changed and is being assimilated by the aura within the ruins bit by bit. At the same time, the remaining spiritual energy on many instruments seems to have found an object to rely on and continues to gather around Lu Qing.

In Lu Qing's perception, he seemed to have received divine help. He generated many inspirations in these ruins, and his cultivation and Taoism continued to improve.

Gradually, he even began to talk to himself uncontrollably.

"Sure enough, this relic has a connection with my Lu family. It is even possible that it was left by my Lu family's ancestors."

"Otherwise, how do you explain that I was favored by fate after entering it?"

"A little more, a little more. As long as I make one more step, my cultivation will be able to break through the previous limits. In the future, I may be able to achieve the status of a superior immortal..."

"By then, the Jinhua Sect, the Wutai Sect, the Chutai Taoist, and Yu Guifang will all be trash, trash..."

A series of sneering sounds came out of Lu Qing's mouth, and black fuzz gradually appeared on the edges of his cheeks. His lips gradually hardened and protruded forward, his nails became sharp, and hardened tissue similar to scales grew on the back of his hands.

Its image is gradually changing into that of some wizards in the surrounding murals.

"It seems more and more wrong..."

Chu Tai glanced at the contents of the murals around him. He found that the contents at the beginning were relatively normal. The bird-headed wizard expelled the plague, prayed for rain, and sacrificed to gods for all living beings. But later on, the methods of expelling seemed to become more cruel, the means of praying became more brutal, and the objects of sacrifice became closer to... humans.

At the same time, the utensils that were originally arranged in an orderly manner around became messy, and the surface was no longer as neat as before.

Many tools for cutting gold and scrap iron are covered with blood rust, which is the product of the corruption of the blood of a strong man and the spiritual energy of the tool's material. It is a poison that is strong enough to kill a fifth-grade cultivator.

But now, all these things, along with the Yuan Qi and spiritual inspiration, gathered on Lu Qing's body.

The influx of these forces gradually caused Lu Qing's alienation to spiral out of control.

The bird feathers on its cheeks became colorful, and even grew fish scales, compound eyes, arms and other things.

The fingers constantly change between five, six, soft and hard.

This was just the beginning. Slowly, the spine began to twist, the neck lengthened, and the body was gradually changing into something indescribable. But Lu Qing himself did not feel anything abnormal. He whispered to himself, "Power, endless power is rolling in my body. I feel the wonderland of the fourth-grade celestial being... So this is the fourth-grade... Wait... What is a fourth-grade celestial being... The way of Xihui is to become a fairy. I am becoming a fairy now..."

Chu Tai narrowed his eyes slightly and observed Lu Qing's changes carefully.

'Why does this look like some traces of alienated creatures from foreign laws and principles? The operation and influence of the two are somewhat similar. They are all the power of higher-level beings, spreading outward in a disorderly manner, causing all lower-level beings to transform uncontrollably into higher-level beings. However, they are also disturbed by the disorder of higher-level forces, resulting in all kinds of strange alienated products.'

At this time, some other musical instruments that were more like ritual instruments began to shake slightly as Lu Qing moved forward and became alienated and out of control. Yuan Qi and spiritual inspiration gathered towards him, and at the same time, they emitted bursts of ancient and vast sacrificial music.

As the sounds of sacrifice echoed around Lu Qing, his alienation was once again controlled to a stable range and transformed into a fixed image.

"It's still possible..."

Chu Tai's eyes lit up when he saw the scene.

He has already seen that this is a method similar to sacrifice, through the way of shaping gods, to help outsiders stabilize the problem of alienation.

This is similar to Chu Tai's Lingtai method.

Chu Tai silently memorized this method, preparing to use it as a supplement to his own Lingtai method in the future.

After going through these layers of processing, Lu Qing was completely transformed into a strange image with a bird's head and a human body, with wings on his back.

A bright sun gradually formed behind his head, just like a bright sun shining deep into the ruins.

Lu Qing's eyes were empty as he walked step by step into the deepest part of the ruins.

It was a huge altar with piles of bones placed beneath it, and at the top of the altar, a half-broken skeleton was enshrined.

To say that it is half-bodied is an exaggeration.

The specific description was that there were several broken cervical vertebrae, several damaged sternums, a pair of shattered wings, and several leg bone fragments.

But these pieces of bones exuded a terrifying aura. Chu Tai could tell at a glance that the spiritual power and vital energy of all the instruments inside the entire ruins came from this half-broken skeleton.

Lu Qing walked towards the skeleton step by step.

The bright sun behind his head gradually dimmed, and darkness gradually emerged around the skeleton.

"Underworld? Back then, this guy tore off a small piece of the ancient underworld as the foundation of his own existence? Is he trying to possess someone else now? Or is he trying to be resurrected?"

Chu Tai's clone prayed silently to the original body, the Donghuang Bell shook gently, the Dharma of [One] descended, Chu Tai in the cave and the clone in the ruins gradually tended to be one existence, and their powers began to be shared.

Chu Tai, whose power was constantly increasing, looked again and saw traces of foreign lands in the underworld.

There are not many in number, but the quality is not low. After realizing the mystery, the fragment system of the Coroner's Dao Fruit, which has been gradually improved over the years and has begun to condense, can be seen to have been further developed. The fourth-grade Dao Fruit fragment [Impermanence of Life and Death] slowly floats on the edge of the Donghuang Bell.

(End of this chapter)