Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Chapter 374 Follow your words

No, no, something's not right. Xu Zhen... Xu Zhen... Xu Zhen is a great demon king! Xu Zhen practices the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique! I don't—

I have the Heavenly Demon Dissolving Technique! Xu Zhen gave me that thing—the moment this thought crossed his mind, he found that the thing that recorded the Heavenly Demon Dissolving Technique, that secret manual that seemed to be made of golden light and as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared in his hand.

The moment his gaze met it, it truly transformed into light, rushing into his mind with a bang. In an instant, everything became clear; he understood completely. The bones of the Xie Zhi within his body spurred his blood and qi circulation, his inner energy frantically washing over his skin. He felt his skin and the bones of the Xie Zhi completely fused together, inseparable, a powerful force filling his body. For the first time, he realized that the Nascent Soul realm could be this powerful… He had previously thought Xu Zhen's cultivation was only slightly stronger than his own, but now he truly understood just how vast that "slight" difference truly was—

Like an insurmountable chasm!

I previously aspired to achieve the first level of the Nascent Soul stage of the Great Calamity Sword Scripture! He thought to himself, "So, would I consider myself to have already achieved that?"
Like a sprout, the thought took root in his heart and quickly grew into a towering tree, stirring up everything else. Doubt and resistance were driven away by this power, and he heard the person on the other side calling out again, "Master! Please save me!"

That damned Li Wuxiang! He's been pretending all this time! He's been scheming against me the whole time! And today he even brought the Blood God over!

Alright! Once you're here, you're not leaving! This Myriad Transformations Cube is mine... it's mine... you're all in my Myriad Transformations Cube, do you think you can just come and go as you please?!
"I'll refine you first, you bastard!" Li Wuxiang roared and lunged at Xu Zhen. "Let's see if your master can rescue you from my belly!"

In the blink of an eye, with a burst of speed, he found himself standing right in front of Xu Zhen—fast! Too fast! Powerful! Too powerful! Hahahaha!

Xu Zhen... no, Li Wuxiang was so frightened that he instinctively stepped back and pulled Li Guichen in front of him to block him.

Li Wuxiang… no, Xu Zhen showed no mercy, sweeping his hand across Li Guichen's shoulder and sending him flying. But he was simply too strong now; Li Guichen's physical body was like paper in front of him. With just three fingers touching him, his body flew away, and one of his arms was torn off.

Xu Zhen shoved the arm into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of blood, while grabbing at Li Wuxiang behind him.

Li Wuxiang pulled again, bringing Xue Baoping to his side as well.

This woman is no good! He instinctively felt disgusted by her and didn't want to touch or hurt her at all. With just a little force, he sent her flying.

With Li Wuxiang right in front of him, Xu Zhen raised his hand and instantly released a golden light that shot straight towards Li Wuxiang's face.

But when he saw the golden light, he was stunned—what was that?!

In that moment of distraction, the golden light vanished instantly, transforming into a glittering little sword that fell to the ground. Li Wuxiang quickly leaped back several steps, summoning the sword back with a wave of his hand. Clutching it, he cried out to the Blood God amidst the filthy blood, "Master! It's me! Li Wuxiang! Look at my flying sword! Save me!"

The Blood God writhed and rolled in the blood and filth, like a newborn infant, seemingly unaccustomed to his surroundings. He appeared to be on the verge of death, struggling desperately for survival. His head was buried in the ground, causing the stone slabs and the earth beneath to tremble like waves. Only upon hearing Li Wuxiang's words did he suddenly raise his head. The skull of the Ninth Prince's dragon remains was now covered by a thin layer of blood-red skin, completely obscuring the still-conscious Siming Zhenjun in his right eye socket. In his left eye socket, Zhao Qi's head was half-covered, revealing only his enormous eyes. These eyes rolled around for a moment, their gaze shifting back and forth between "Xu Zhen" and "Li Wuxiang," before finally uttering a sound.

The sound was like a cow, like a newborn calf, indistinct and unclear, yet it reverberated so strongly that ripples spread across the red sky, as if it were about to burst—

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Which of you is Li Wuxiang? Which one is Xu Zhen? Something's not right!"

"He is Xu Zhen!" Li Wuxiang exclaimed. As he spoke, he ran a few steps and lifted the frozen Li Guichen and Xue Baoping up, then brandished a small sword in his hand. "Master, look at my flying sword!"

"I am Xu Zhen! What's wrong?!" Xu Zhen shouted, "I, Xu Zhen, am now at the peak of my supernatural powers and possess boundless might! You dog, how dare you occupy my dragon body! Give it back to me!"

He roared, and instantly, countless steel-like scales sprouted from his body. His mouth split open from the corner of his lips to his ears, and then his entire face bulged forward. A golden light burst forth from his forehead, emerging from beneath the scales. The golden light grew brighter and brighter, like a small sun, illuminating the entire world in a dazzling white light, enveloping his body.

The golden light dissipated the next moment, and what was standing there was no longer a human figure, but a magical beast. It looked a lot like a Qilin, but its body was not completely covered with scales. Instead, it had protruding bones and bone spurs, as if the skin could not completely contain what was inside.

His head resembled a dragon's head, but with only one horn on his forehead. This horn was like the scripture that recorded the Great Art of Disintegrating the Heavenly Demon, ethereal and intangible, like a cluster of solidified, golden fire.

"You are—" The magical beast Xie Zhi stood up on the spot, bent its front legs, pointed its single horn at the sky, and let out a deafening roar, "—Born here! A seed of heaven and earth!"

Follow your words!
Above the crimson sky, the rift where the Blood God descended suddenly closed, as if a red eye in the sky had shut its eyes. The umbilical cord connecting the descended Blood God to the crimson sky crashed to the ground with a loud thud, then immediately withered and shriveled, turning into a pile of black powder.

“You are—” The Xie Zhi’s legs slammed heavily on the ground, “—Born in the mortal world! A seed of the mortal realm!”

The reddish-brown skin on the Blood God's body instantly burst open, and large clumps of hair, scales, nails, and skin gushed out from his torso, as if his body had become a giant firework, about to blast everything inside out!
Those things came to life the moment they hit the ground, but they looked bizarre, like deformed children pieced together from the limbs of various animals. For a moment, the world was filled with the howls of these monsters, but they quickly receded like a tide—they struggled and screamed on the ground for only a short while before turning into a pile of black dust, which was scattered by the wind.

Only then did the Blood God's body reveal itself—it had originally resembled a curled-up, plump infant. But now it seemed to have exhausted its life force; its dragon body and bones had become extremely pale, as if it had weathered away for countless years. The head of the True Lord of Fate in its right eye socket was shriveled like a walnut, while Zhao Qi in its left eye socket was emaciated, as if, apart from that enormous eye, there was not a trace of moisture left on his face.

"I am—" the Xie Zhi roared to the sky, "—True Lord of the Wei River, Great Accomplished Dharma Body! Return to your place! Return to your place! Return to your place at once!"

(End of this chapter)