Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 661 I've Formed a Nascent Soul?!
[Your "True Skill of the Initial Unraveling of Flesh and Blood" has broken through to the third stage of unraveling.]
[You have already grasped the basics.]
[This technique originates from the ancient legacy of the Evil Corpse Lord, emphasizing that "flesh and blood have no fixed form, and all things can be molded."]
[After achieving perfect enlightenment in the three stages, if you are now willing to abandon your frail human body and fully unfold your flesh and blood...]
[A hundred meters around you will transform into your own flesh and blood domain, the tumor pulsating and undulating like the earth's veins, every inch of flesh possessing its own consciousness, yet completely unified under your will.]
[This is what is meant by returning to simplicity and authenticity, returning to the true essence of flesh and blood.]
[You have met the promotion requirements. Please make your choice: Do you wish to return to simplicity now?]
[whether?]
A semi-transparent selection box suddenly popped up and hovered in front of me.

Feng Mu stood in front of the mirror, staring at the words, completely stunned.

"Returning to simplicity? Truly returning to a pool of flesh and blood, is that it?"

Without even thinking, he chose without hesitation—[No!]
At the same time, a series of complaints were churning in his mind:

"That's not right... Master clearly told me that the 'True Skill of the Beginning of the Blood and Flesh' was a heretical holy book created by our sect's founder, Li Jiangxian. How come the system says it was left behind by the 'Evil Corpse Lord'?"

"What the hell? Did Master lie to me, or did our ancestor just boast about something big back then?"

"It can't be that... our patriarch Li Jiangxian was actually the Evil Corpse Lord... right?"

[It's such a shame you missed such a rare opportunity to return to simplicity.]
[You stubbornly choose to remain trapped within this human body, continuing your cultivation of the "True Skill of the Beginning of Flesh and Blood."]
[In your first year, you stand at the center of your self-constructed flesh and blood territory, beginning your all-out assault on the fourth solution state.]
[You formed a strange blood seal with your hands, recklessly activating your cultivation technique.]
[In an instant, subcutaneous flesh proliferated wildly like billions of cancerous cells, muscle fibers twisted and writhed like angry dragons, the skin was stretched to the point of transparency, and bluish-purple blood vessels bulged and burst like a spider web!]
[This intense pain would have terrified an ordinary person, yet you gritted your teeth, your eyes bloodshot, and unleashed a superhuman roar from your throat, simultaneously activating another auxiliary secret technique—Thousand Entangling Silk!]
[Hiss hiss hiss—!]
[Suddenly, countless invisible yet resilient strands of energy erupt from every pore of your body, like the tentacles of a living creature, precisely wrapping around, binding, and tightening every inch of flesh about to burst.]
[Your body is trapped in a terrible cycle.]
[The skin, just forcibly stitched together by the Thousand-Stranded Silk, was immediately torn open again by the rapidly growing flesh and blood inside; pale pink granulation tissue and dark red congealed blood writh and stitched together within the cracks.]
[You are like a shattered shell, on the verge of exploding at any moment, struggling and endlessly recurring between tearing and mending.]
[In the fifth year, you have completely transformed into a three-meter-tall, irregularly shaped cocoon of flesh and blood.]
[The surface of the cocoon is no longer smooth; instead, it is a grotesque, hard shell formed by a mixture of tightly bound silk threads, dried blood scabs, and a forcibly compressed membrane.]
[The shell showed signs of constant bulging and twisting from its struggle, while a sickening, guttural sound of bones being gnawed away emanated from within.]
[You clung to the last vestiges of clarity in your consciousness and made a near-mad decision—to deliberately shatter half of your own bones!]
[Snap! Snap!]
[The shattered bone fragments, like countless sharp daggers, were forcibly wielded by your will, piercing fiercely into the most violent and out-of-control chunks of flesh around you!]
[The intense pain caused the entire cocoon to tremble violently, but this self-mutilation was remarkably effective, greatly slowing down the uncontrolled and rapid growth of flesh and blood.]
[You used your own shattered bones as a cage, forcefully imprisoning this body that was on the verge of rebellion within!]
[In the thirteenth year, the cultivation technique reached its critical point.]
[A gaping hole, the size of a bowl, suddenly burst open in his abdomen, and a section of intestine shot out like a venomous snake, its end sprouting sharp, white teeth, ready to devour its master!]
[You grinned maliciously as you tore through the mutated intestines with your bare hands, forcefully stitching the wound shut with your Thousand-Thread Entangling Qi, the bits of flesh writhing wildly at your fingertips.]
[In your twentieth year, you finally reached the final barrier.]
[All restraints crumbled completely at this moment—your raging flesh, suppressed for twenty years, erupted like volcanic magma that had accumulated for millennia!]
[Countless tumors, tentacles, blood vessels, and indescribable lumps of flesh are swelling and proliferating wildly, soon to transform into a colossal living mountain of flesh with a radius of one kilometer, centered on you!]
[Your consciousness is constantly sinking, and you could be completely swallowed up and assimilated at any moment.]
[A mournful wail echoed around him as countless strands of air snapped, just as he was about to completely "return to his original state," collapsing into a mountain of flesh and blood in his final moments!]
[A profound truth buried deep in your memory, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, suddenly illuminated your nearly lost mind.]
[“Neither life nor death. Nirvana becomes soil, rampant growth becomes new shoots. Only by facing death to live can one attain true understanding!”]
[This is the supreme mystery of the cycle of decay and prosperity, and also the fundamental law governing the existence of the Calamity Corpse.]
[It resonated with the "True Skill of the Initial Unraveling of Flesh and Blood" on an incredible, transcendental level!]
[A sudden inspiration struck you; you liberated all futile oppression and resistance.]
[You completely open your heart and mind, no longer viewing this bloody uprising as a crisis of destruction, but rather as a... primal process, a journey towards "rebirth"!]
[You relinquish suppression and visualize yourself as a vengeful corpse within your soul.]
A miracle has occurred.
[The restless flesh suddenly solidified, and the surging tumor shrank back into the body as if time had reversed.]
[The skin's surface revealed patterns resembling withered tree bark, a delicate balance achieved between pulsating flesh and an aura of deathly stillness.]
[Your consciousness sinks into the human universe within your body.]
[A colossal, pale white skeletal dragon, formed from your entire skeleton, slowly revolves around a dark red planet composed of highly condensed and compressed essence of flesh and blood.]
[On this planet, your once ethereal "god" is drawing upon invisible power from the void, fluctuating violently, and slowly coalescing into a blurry form?]
[He...is gradually manifesting from nothingness?!]
[That form, neither human nor monster, shrouded in a deathly gray mist and a dark red glow of flesh and blood, was... the shape of a monstrous corpse?!]
[The monstrous corpse sits atop the center of this universe, its eyes closed, yet to awaken… It's as if the moment it opens its eyes will be the moment when the "god" within you truly materializes and is born!]
[The Fourth Stage of True Skill: The Initial Release of Flesh and Blood – Success!]
[Skill proficiency consumed: 9926 points.]
[Current True Skill of Initial Release of Flesh and Blood - Fourth Release (1/100000)]
"It's done!!!"

Feng Mu suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, a strange vision of a churning sea of ​​blood and piled-up mountains of corpses flashed in his eyes before disappearing back into the deep pool.

"However, to advance to the next stage, it requires 10 skill proficiency points, which is ten times the original amount," Feng Mu thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Before he could think any further, a series of rapid crackling sounds emanated from within his body.

His body visibly swelled violently as if being inflated wildly, and his originally well-fitting clothes were instantly stretched to their limit, the fibers groaning as if about to tear.

He glanced at the mirror instinctively, and the image there startled even himself.

In the blink of an eye, he had suddenly grown from an ordinary size into a colossal creature nearly two meters tall.

The muscles bulged like piled-up granite, the tendons twisted like coiled dragons, the skeleton became rough and frightening, the skin was stretched to a pale and translucent white, and the bluish-black blood vessels bulged out like twisted roots.

The little giant in the mirror exuded a primal and violent aura, as if the slightest movement could completely shatter this cramped bathroom.

"???"

Feng Mu stared at his imposing figure in the mirror, his brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep frown.

This form is indeed terrifying in its power, but it is also too flamboyant and too attention-grabbing... which is definitely not what he needs.

With a slight shift in thought, the exercise proceeds as desired.

The next moment, the bloated and terrifying body seemed to suddenly deflate, or as if time had reversed.

The muscle fibers emitted a dense, low hum as they contracted and condensed frantically; the bones also cracked and popped as their structures were cleverly connected and compressed layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, he had returned to his original height and build. His clothes, which had almost been torn apart, became loose again as his flesh and blood contracted.

Although the exterior has been restored to its original appearance, the interior is completely different!

Feng Mu could clearly sense that beneath this seemingly ordinary skin, every inch of flesh and blood was like an extremely compressed energy block, with a density far beyond reason, containing an almost terrifyingly powerful force.

With just a slight movement of his finger, the air around his fingertip emitted a low, subtly churning sound.

It's easy to imagine that a horrific tumor that, if fully unleashed, could occupy hundreds of meters of space, is now forcibly compressed and imprisoned within this seemingly ordinary humanoid shell, causing the density of its flesh and bones to become abnormal.

He now stepped lightly on the paved tiles, and the reason he didn't crush them into dust or even leave a crack was purely because beneath his skin, the highly compressed, terrifying flesh and bones were constantly operating in a mysterious way, like two giant millstones restraining and pulling each other, perfectly neutralizing their horrifying mass.

It's very unscientific, but it's also incredibly... high-level martial arts!

Feng Mu scrutinized his "normal" reflection in the mirror, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through the lens and see himself back into the mirror.

His thoughts did not linger on the change in his physical form, but remained immersed in the strange inner vision he had glimpsed during his breakthrough.

"My god... is actually in the form of a monstrous corpse?"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with disbelief and doubt.

He didn't fully understand what it meant for a "god" with a concrete form to truly condense within the mysterious "human universe" inside his body, or what terrifying potential and realm it contained.

However, his instinctive perception as a martial artist clearly told him that this was absolutely extraordinary, even defying the heavens.

It's neither scientific nor high-level martial arts!
Because that tiny figure perched high atop the Qi and Blood Nebula, eyes tightly shut, radiating an ancient stillness and a yearning for new life, looked remarkably like the Nascent Soul he'd seen in some cultivation novels from his previous life…!
"The Corpse of Calamity is definitely not a Daoist Nascent Soul, but its form, its location at the core of the universe, this feeling... it's so incredibly similar!!!"

A strong sense of déjà vu stirred up a huge wave in his heart, and doubts and a desire to explore surged up.

He tried to calm his mind and focus his thoughts into his body, carefully trying to contact and communicate with the closed-eyed evil corpse "god".

However, the idea was like a clay ox entering the sea, or a stone sinking into the ocean.

The "god" in the form of a monstrous corpse remained motionless, its tightly closed eyes showing no sign of opening, offering no response to any inquiries from the outside world, as if it were merely a cold sculpture frozen in time and space.

"Is it not fully awake yet? Or does it need a specific trigger?"

Feng Mu secretly guessed.

"Perhaps we will only truly understand its mystery when it opens its eyes?"

His mind started to wander, and he wanted to sound out the senior brothers and sisters who had already broken through to the fourth level of liberation, or even higher, whether they had also nurtured such a tangible "god" within their bodies.
If it exists, what form does it take?
"Well, it's probably not true... Hmm, this matter is too outrageous, and 'god' is related to my very foundation, so it's not advisable to ask directly. It's better to approach it indirectly and proceed gradually when the opportunity arises."

Feng Mu's mind raced, but he quickly suppressed the urge to call and inquire immediately, burying this deep-seated doubt in the deepest part of his heart for the time being.

Just as he calmed down a little, lines of notification text flashed before his eyes, clearly indicating the substantial gains he had made in this breakthrough:

[Hint: The True Skill of Flesh and Blood Initial Release has broken through to the fourth stage!]
[The cultivation technique has advanced to a higher level, and the related skill trees are beginning to adapt and upgrade!]
[Skill icon generation in progress...]
Immediately afterwards, a list of newly generated skills, shimmering with different lights, rushed past his eyes like a waterfall:
[Seven Kill Fist - Flesh and Blood Dissection - Advanced (1/5000)]
[Soul Chasing Step - Flesh and Blood Dissection - Intermediate (1/2500)]
[Senra Finger - Flesh and Blood Dissection - Beginner (1/500)]
[Ghost Serpent Skin-Changing Technique: Blood and Flesh Dissection Beginner Level (337/1000)]
[…… ..]
(There are more than ten other skills to follow.)
(P.S.: The martial arts copying of the fourth-stage state must be of the same level as the third-stage state.)
A long list of densely packed, newly generated four-stage skill icons flashed past Feng Mu's eyes and then neatly merged into his skill bar.

The lighting up of each icon signifies a significant leap in the power level of the corresponding technique. It also means that when he activates these martial arts in the future, the mysterious "multi-casting" characteristic will be enhanced by an even more terrifying layer.

The combined destructive power of these elements will naturally increase accordingly, rising in tandem.

But this was all within Feng Mu's expectations; advancing in cultivation techniques and upgrading the skill library was a basic operation.

His eyes, however, showed only a slight ripple of emotion, not much excitement. What truly stirred his heart was the prompt that followed:
What truly excited him was the boost notification that followed:

[Your body has undergone partial necromancy...]
[Physical strength, power, and recovery ability greatly increased!]
[Strength +8, Constitution +5, Flesh Healing Speed ​​+400%.]
[….]
(End of this chapter)