Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Chapter 306 Utter Bliss! Utter Bliss!! Utter Bliss!!

Siming... Siming... That thing is the True Lord Siming...

Li Wuxiang felt his mind was being filled, his consciousness was being filled, his brain was being filled with the flesh and blood that was being squeezed in, and his consciousness was being filled with boundless joy and hope—

The Lord of Fate has descended to earth! The Lord of Fate is about to descend to earth! There is salvation! The people of the world are saved! Tang Xi is right! Cui Daocheng is right! This is wonderful!

No! That's bad! What a load of rubbish! Li Wuxiang yelled at himself in his head again. But his mind was too full, so full it continued to overflow from his eyes—he felt no longer empty, but full and powerful. This satisfied craving was so comfortable; he wanted more, he wanted more, he wanted even more—

But the crimson calamity star in his mind flashed for a moment.

An invisible yet sharp blade cleaved down, instantly severing all his pleasure and extinguishing all his passion.

Li Wuxiang suddenly snapped out of his daze and immediately shouted at Mei Qiulu, "Senior Sister Mei! Let's go! Let's go now!"

But he couldn't drink anymore—he had become an extremely bloated monster, his flesh and organs multiplying and spreading out in a large puddle on the ground. He didn't even need to look to know that he was now no different from those ghouls!

The tentacles that Jin Chanzi had grown were wrapped up by these things. He had to work extremely hard to piece the tentacles together so that he could barely see and see that there were corpses crawling towards him from all directions.

The calamity star severed his delusions, but the entire Great Calamity Mountain was under the influence of the soon-to-be-born True Lord of Fate. Li Wuxiang felt that he could sense the thoughts of the surrounding corpses and demons through his supernatural powers—

They love themselves, they want themselves so much, they want to dedicate their flesh and blood to themselves, to the Taiyi Swordsman, and to the master of the Nascent Soul Immortal Embryo!
"Li Guichen! Li Guichen!" Li Wuxiang shouted in his heart, "Didn't you want to leave?! Go! Go now! I'm letting you go! Go!"

Suddenly, his bloated flesh and blood began to move, and Li Wuxiang felt the pressure decrease dramatically!
All this flesh and blood grew from his human skin; all of this flesh and blood belonged to Li Guichen!

"Alright, Li Wuxiang, take care."

Then he felt excruciating pain, as if a living person was being skinned alive—the golden cloak was forcibly separated from the pile of rotten flesh and organs. Li Guichen dragged these things slowly as he climbed over the overturned stone pillar and out of the Great Calamity Mountain.

The corpse demons' attention was entirely on him, completely ignoring Li Guichen. Li Wuxiang's golden entanglement finally detached completely, now only covered by a thin, pink membrane like a cicada's wing.

The pink membrane grew back, and tiny, nascent organs hung inside his body like green fruits.

But now Li Wuxiang was no longer as defenseless as before. He summoned his flying sword, cleaved open his own stomach, and threw out his heart and lungs as he leaped onto a tall boulder, shouting at Mei Qiulu, "Senior Sister! Run! Run! You've fallen for my trap!!"

He saw Mei Qiulu's figure also swell up. It was as if the decades of a fat person's life, from age one to sixty, had been compressed into a single moment. Her undergarment was stretched taut, revealing oily skin covered in dense pimples. With a slight rise and fall of her chest, a puff of blood mist spurted from her mouth, and her figure became as thin as before, her skin smooth again. But the next moment, her body swelled up again, and she exhaled once more—

After four or five repetitions, she had only become slightly plumper. Then she looked down and sneered, "Good. This is the first time in all my years of cultivation that I've seen a living true spirit emerge! Li Wuxiang, don't worry, this True Lord of Fate helped me grow flesh and blood and allowed me to refine a lot of divine energy!"

"No! No, Senior Sister Mei! It's a ritual! A ritual!"

Li Wuxiang shouted desperately, tearing off his organs and throwing them on the ground. The gathered corpses immediately pounced on them greedily. In the time it took to say a few words, a small mountain made of corpses rose up from the stone pillar beneath him.

Mei Qiulu was slightly taken aback.

Senior Sister Mei is good in every way, except that she can only be considered smart, not extremely smart!
"That egg! Senior Sister!"

The egg within the lava is nurturing the soon-to-be-born Lord of Fate. Fifteen Yang Gods from the Thirty-Six Sects, including Tang Xi, are inside, nurturing the Lord of Fate—Tang Xi previously said that a Nascent Soul forms a celestial embryo, while a Yang God forms a sacred embryo; they are now using a sacred embryo to nurture the Lord of Fate's birth. Because the Lord of Fate is alive, a living being, not some kind of spirit, a "sacred embryo" is necessary!
But the Holy Embryo is not yet formed! It is still missing the Yang Gods from other sects, and the swordsmen from the Taiyi Sect!
Other sects might be able to temporarily replace the Yang Gods with the Ranshan Talisman method, which shouldn't matter since they are auxiliary medicines. However, the Taiyi Swordsman of the Yang Gods is indispensable because he is the principal medicine!
Yang Shen's Senior Sister Mei is about to enter the Holy Embryo—

"Senior sister, look at this Great Calamity Mountain!!"

Mei Qiulu was startled again, and the next moment she suddenly looked up at the mountainside—

Ritual! Ritual!
Just as inviting the Eastern Emperor Taizong to descend to the mortal realm requires ascending to the throne and becoming emperor, the ritual for inviting the True Lord of Destiny to descend to the mortal realm should be "rebirth"!
The egg in the lava is the new life—Li Wuxiang doesn't know if people in this world just happened to stumble upon an egg by accident… but now this Great Calamity Mountain—

An empty mountain belly! Filled with the hot blood of the Netherworld Mother! The outer layer of the mountain is just a shell!

Mei Qiulu broke the shell herself during the fight!

"Li Wuxiang, let's go!"

Mei Qiulu reacted quickly, grabbed Li Wuxiang in her palm, and pointed with her other hand, the sword light tearing through the void and hitting the egg in the lava!
As if the breath that filled the world was suddenly cut off for a moment, Li Wuxiang saw the egg in mid-air—the Yangshen Flying Sword blasted a huge hole in this sea of ​​magma in an instant, and scalding lava splashed up hundreds of feet high, burning away the thick layer of newly grown vegetation on the mountain.

The flying sword, its momentum undiminished, struck the face of the Fate-Bearing True Lord within the egg, right between the eyebrows. The immense force blasted through its head, forcing its two enormous eyeballs to spill from their sockets. Its breathing ceased abruptly, and the remaining fifteen heads of the Yang Gods were submerged in the magma, instantly incinerated into ashes.

The flying sword continued its descent, completely shredding the egg into lifeless stone fragments until they were melted back into golden light by the magma.

Mei Qiulu was about to rush to the top of Dajie Mountain with Li Wuxiang—the mountain's interior was fiery red and orange, while the outer shell was bathed in the cold moonlight. They were about to rush into that moonlight, but at this moment, Mei Qiulu seemed to have hit an invisible wall. No matter how high she flew, she was only a finger's width away from the summit!

Li Wuxiang immediately looked down—

In a burst of intense firelight, the egg reappeared. The faces of the True Lord of Fate and the other Yang Gods once again showed expressions of joy, followed by a breath! A roaring breath!
Life surged and subsided, and countless new green shoots sprouted from the cracks in the mountain. The last time they sprouted, they enveloped the mountain, but this time they cracked it open—half of the rock wall collapsed into the sea of ​​lava, smashing the egg in half as well. Then, a wing covered with feathers, mane, scales, and fleshy growths emerged, enormous, almost taking up half of the mountain's belly!

With the second breath, another piece of the mountain wall collapsed, and the head of the True Lord of Fate peeked out!
This head was attached to the base of the wings that had just appeared, and those wings had grown from the top of this head—fifteen heads of Yang God cultivators hung from its chin, their faces filled with joy and delight, their mouths opening and closing incessantly, praises and eulogies pouring out like a flood from their mouths along with flesh and hair, then condensing into something else on one side of the enormous head of the True Lord of Fate—

Arms! Arms with more than a dozen joints! Arms covered with huge mouths, some with sharp teeth and others with tongues! After it condensed from the magma, it began to praise, while dragging its entire body out of the eggshell and out of its even more bloated body.

Its body, resembling both a fish and a dragon, churned wildly in the lava, causing the vast, ocean-like pool of rock to swirl, as if this newly born Lord of Fate were situated within a giant eye socket…

In the eye socket!
Li Wuxiang, held in Mei Qiulu's hands and looking down from above, felt that the lava pool beneath the Great Calamity Mountain was a giant eye socket, and that the True Lord of Fate... was inside that eye socket! The True Lord of Fate, Li Jiaotu, was inside the eye socket of the Corpse Dragon, inside the eye socket of the Blood God—he recalled the scene he had witnessed in the Crimson Heaven, Li Jiaotu embedded in the left eye socket of the dragon's head! As soon as this thought arose, he felt as if he had seen something even more terrifying—the entire earth seemed to form a face, the face of the Blood God in the Crimson Heaven of Mount Ling!

What has been born so far is only the True Lord of Fate, just an eye socket... the Blood God will follow! The Blood God may also be born along with the True Lord of Fate! And will be even stronger!!
"—Senior Sister Mei!"

"I know!" Mei Qiulu tossed Li Wuxiang aside, leaving him against the rock wall. Then, she abruptly turned back, multiplying into two, then four, and so on endlessly—the belly of the Great Calamity Mountain was filled with countless clones of Mei Qiulu. Each clone, under the terrifying power of the True Lord of Fate, swelled to the size of a balloon, and then simultaneously spat out a long mouthful of blood mist!
Blood energy transformed into essence, and essence transformed into sword light. Countless newly risen suns shone brightly within the mountain's belly. This light pierced through the enormous egg-like Great Calamity Mountain, and dawn broke. The stars in the sky disappeared, and the azure sky reappeared, as if daylight had arrived prematurely.

Thousands of swords fired together!

boom! boom! ! boom! ! !

The entire Great Calamity Mountain, along with its flanks, was flattened into the ground. The only sounds in the world were deafening roars, dazzling light, and an unparalleled, all-sweeping power!

Protected by divine light, Li Wuxiang was deeply embedded in the crevice of the rock. Everything he saw—except for the corpse demons hiding in the crevices like him—vanished into nothingness...

Besides that Lord of Fate!

Its enormous wings and arms bent, protecting its head. Waves of hexagonal radiance spread out, repelling Mei Qiulu's all-out attack!
Its face was filled with extreme joy, and all its enormous mouths were open, as if a million people were speaking in unison—

"The great transformation flows endlessly, life never ceases!"

"Sharing prosperity and boundless glory!"

"How joyous! We share the same origin and work together in harmony!"

"How wonderful! The waxing and waning of one leads to the other, and together they achieve perfection!"

"How joyful it is! I am one with you, in harmony with the true Tao!"

"Supreme joy! Supreme joy!! Supreme joy!!"

Rumble! Rumble!! Rumble!!
The explosion of Mei Qiulu's myriad swords still echoed between heaven and earth, but the praise and eulogy suppressed it, as if it were the only sound in the world!
Li Wuxiang felt that he was about to lose control of himself again, and he was about to succumb to this burgeoning joy!

"How joyous! We share the same roots and grow together, with heaven and earth as our nurturing parents!"

A jinx! A jinx! A jinx of great calamity!
The calamity star answered his call, unleashing another chilling blade. It was too powerful… the newly born Lord of Fate was too strong! The blade couldn't cleave it; Li Wuxiang felt his golden entanglement about to be bound by flesh and blood once more!

He wanted to touch that jinx; he reached out his hand with all his might in his mind, but he couldn't touch it! He couldn't reach it! His power was too weak; he couldn't reach it!!
"How wonderful!" The mighty body of the True Lord of Fate had almost completely broken free from the lava and fire. His prayers, like a sudden enlightenment, permeated his body and mind: "If you are strong, I am strong; the great transformation is boundless!"

Mei Qiulu's hundreds and thousands of avatars expanded simultaneously, and then exploded! They exploded into a mist of golden light mixed with blood, which was swallowed by the giant mouth of the True Lord of Fate!
"Senior Sister Mei!! The stronger you are, the stronger it becomes!!"

Mei Qiulu's true form hovered in mid-air; Li Wuxiang wondered if she had heard him...

She heard it. She turned to look at herself.

Li Wuxiang saw a mad light in her eyes, mad yet calm, extremely decisive, without the slightest hesitation—

In that instant, he understood what she wanted to do—

The chief herb must take its own life!

The principal medicine must destroy itself!
"No, no, no! No, no, no!" Li Wuxiang slapped his body and, enveloped in divine light, rushed towards Mei Qiulu on Mei Qiulu's body. "Don't die! Don't die!!"

The golden net expanded in the strong airflow, spreading into a golden web, and rushed towards Mei Qiulu.

"Senior sister! I don't want to die! You don't want to die either!!"

Mei Qiulu's face showed a look of surprise, as if she couldn't tell if he was mesmerized. She hesitated for a moment, then pointed two fingers at the oncoming golden talisman, a sword light condensing at her fingertips.

"Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Senior Sister!!" Li Wuxiang continued to rush towards her, shouting in his heart, "You're a smart person! A smart person! A smart person indeed!!"
The sword's edge hesitated. The instant Li Wuxiang lunged at her, the sword's edge receded—and Mei Qiulu also pounced on him.

The golden entanglement pierced into Mei Qiulu's body, and countless white tentacles grew out, probing into every inch of her flesh.

There was no resistance, no discomfort; it was as if the golden sash was inside his former body, only fuller, stronger, and more powerful.

Mei Qiulu cultivates the Lesser Tribulation Sword Scripture!

Guang Chanzi was extracted from the Lesser Calamity Sword Scripture!
She must have been an empty shell before, and now that empty shell has temporarily and perfectly merged with Jin Chanzi. Li Wuxiang felt that Mei Qiulu had given up all her consciousness and allowed him to possess her. So, with the power of the Yang God he had cultivated through the Lesser Calamity Sword Scripture, he touched her!

He touched the harbinger of catastrophe; he grasped a wisp of crimson light—

Only the authority of a true immortal can fight against the authority of a true immortal!
"Si Ming! Li Jiaotu!" Li Wuxiang and Mei Qiulu shouted in unison, "Extreme joy begets sorrow! Prosperity leads to decline! You will face your calamity!! Get out of here!!"

The arm of the Yang God's physical body was suddenly thrown downwards.

What was projected was not a sword beam, nor divine light, but seemed to be just air.

In that instant, the praises from heaven and earth ceased, replaced by boundless silence. That silence was formed from the profound, unyielding sorrow in the hearts of all people, from a silent, unending despair. This silence suppressed everything, projecting itself into the body of the True Lord of Fate, planting the seed of calamity within him!
(End of this chapter)