Lingzhang

Chapter 106: Thirty-three Saints Return to Life

The Nether Spring Ritual that was forcibly started in a hurry was very different from the one that was performed after careful preparation earlier.

The old man in black robe consciously jumped many steps.

He was not sure at which stage the last failure occurred.

So the old man in black robe simply skipped all the links that could be skipped.

There is no more warming blood tainted with death, no more injury-free early exchange of soul and spirit, and no more sufficient time to adapt to the world of the living.

Even the old man in black robe stopped his weird and mysterious chanting, except for a few necessary shrill roars.

He merely used the remaining ritual framework to allow the steaming smoke and mist to mobilize the power of the sea of ​​Tao while directly and violently resonating with the nutrient warehouses.

But it seems that the black-robed old man's idea of ​​"simplifying the complex" is very effective.

This beggar's version of the Nether Spring Ritual went so smoothly that even the black-robed old man who had prepared thoroughly had never been able to do so.

In fact, it was precisely because some steps were omitted that some scenes that were supposed to take place in a strange and secretive manner were revealed with the help of smoke and mist.

It was a portal that was gradually formed by the boiling smoke and fog and the condensation of the sacrificial formation.

Perhaps due to the lack of steps, the portal did not seem solid enough, somewhat unreal, and was even fluctuating violently.

But the door was literally open.

On one side, there is a illusory corner of the fairyland, which is slightly visible through the smoke and cloud gate.

It was this kind of insight that made the old man in the black robe tremble with excitement.

"As expected, the Holy Land is real, the Holy Teaching is real! Real..."

As the old man in black robe was murmuring excitedly and tremblingly, in that bizarre world, suddenly thirty-three slightly dim purple-gold lights rose up from the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Those vast lights rushed towards the gate of smoke and clouds with an impatient attitude. That impatience seemed to be the instinctive desire for life of all the dead.

However, when the purple-gold light was about to reach the gate of smoke and cloud, its speed suddenly dropped, as if the light had spirits and was alert to some unknown changes.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Until that change never happened.

In the calm, as the smoke and cloud portal became more and more unstable, and as the black-robed old man, at the same time, burst into a cry with the formation of the Youquan ritual -

"Soul - Return -"

In an instant, those vast lights seemed to be "unable to hold back" and suddenly became "impatient" again from stagnation.

The purple-gold light almost gathered into a torrent at this moment, rushing out from the smoke and cloud portal one after another.

And it was at this moment that the disadvantage of the insufficient preparation of the Youquan Ritual became apparent.

The instability of the smoke and cloud portal itself seemed to transform into a tremendous force at this moment, causing the torrent of purple-gold light to react violently the moment it passed through the portal.

In the process of the torrent surging, the vast light itself was being rapidly consumed.

It was as if a layer of "afterbirth" was being removed during this process.

Soon, in the flood, blurry human figures gradually emerged.

But the losses are not over yet.

The vast light dissipated very quickly.

Soon, the vibration coming from the Smoke and Cloud Gate was transmitted to the human figures.

It was obvious that the human figure was torn apart in the process, becoming fragmented bit by bit from being complete.

At this moment, even if it was just the flickering fluctuation of the light, when the old man in black robe looked at it, he felt as if there was a shrill scream from the unknown sounding at the level of the essence of life.

This kind of auditory hallucination makes people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

However, the black-robed old man who was in charge of streamlining the Youquan ritual understood that the pain represented by this auditory hallucination was far from reaching its theoretical limit.

as predicted.

When the portal shook, the remnant that had lost its placenta and couldn't even maintain its shape finally rushed out.

The moment when the air of the living world enveloped it.

There was some kind of violent burning wave generated on their already broken and thin bodies.

If passing through that gate before was like cutting flesh with a knife, then what these purple-gold shapes were experiencing now was as cruel as being fryed in oil.

Even the trauma left by passing through the portal before aggravated the burning sensation at this moment.

The throbbing in his heart even made the old man in black robe move away in fear and terror. Unknowingly, he was already standing near the door.

It was seen that these thirty-three purple-gold shapes, under such burning conditions, almost disappeared into thin air in the moment of breaking out of the door under the torture.

Suddenly, in the nutrient chambers that were originally quietly placed in place, and on the bodies of the geniuses lying in the high-energy potions, there was an illusory faint light blooming for no reason.

This light itself can be seen and watched by the old man in black robe, but the illusory quality it possesses is no different from the thirty-three purple-gold shapes, the smoky portal, and even the bizarre world within the portal.

That is the power that points directly to the sea of ​​​​the Tao.

In fact, it was the momentum gathered by every martial arts practitioner who could be called a genius, and the light of the Dao Sea drawn by that momentum. At this moment, the power belonging to the Dao Sea burst out from their bodies, actively guiding the suspended residual soul.

Almost instantly, at the level of the essence of life, the auditory hallucination seemed to burst out with a joyful sound of relief from torture.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the faint and extremely damaged remnants, under the guidance of the genius's power and the light of the sea of ​​​​Tao, merged towards the seals drawn on the nutrient warehouse.

Then, as the purple-gold color returned to its normal state, the traces of seals on the glass cover also disappeared in the continuous flickering changes.

Similarly, pocket-sized condensed purple-gold seal patterns appeared between the brows of the children of noble families and young warriors who were lying on high-energy potions, and seemed to be active, wanting to penetrate into their skin and into the body of the person.

"No wonder. There have been rumors for a long time that the more talented and evil a person is, the more likely he is to provoke the 'Devil from Beyond'..."

As he whispered this, the old man in black robe felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Then, without waiting for any further changes to occur in the warehouse, he turned around and disappeared.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

As time slowly passed, suddenly, the originally sealed nutrient chamber, after detecting the change in the breathing rate of the person lying inside, abruptly opened the glass cover one after another.

Immediately, one after another, the young men from aristocratic families sat up from the nutrition chamber.

As their eyes opened and closed, they were filled with vicissitudes of life that were not consistent with their age of eighteen or nineteen, as well as jealousy and confusion after this fleeting vicissitude.

In that confusion, each of them possesses a kind of foolish and simple beauty.

As their breathing rates gradually became calm and smooth from the disorder, gradually, their breathing and the circulation of qi and blood began to resonate with the purple gold seals spread out between their brows.

Although his eyes were still confused and he looked dull overall, the seal seemed to have gradually merged with him.

But in this process.

Compared to the noble children of the four great families whose changes were relatively gradual, those who occupied the young warriors seemed to have effortlessly occupied the already poor brains and fragile souls.

They quickly became agile from their dull state.

However, this kind of agility is not the recovery of wisdom, but a return to the instinctive wildness of life.

Their nostrils were constantly twitching and their eyes were constantly opening and closing.

It was looking for something like a beast waiting to be hunted.

Occasionally, some intense emotions, extreme hatred and murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

After a few breaths, these people who had taken on the bodies of warriors all looked towards one place almost at the same time.

That is probably the place where the most people gather in the base room at the moment, and it is where all the geniuses and evildoers gather.

The martial arts hall of No. 1 Middle School!

Moreover, this warehouse of the Education Department was used by them to receive the injured from martial arts competitions, and the resettlement point was only a stone's throw away from No. 1 Middle School.

The ultimate "temptation" is approaching them.

And it is obvious that there is no idea of ​​restraint in the beast-like instinct.

With violent and heavy breathing, they turned over and climbed out of the warehouse almost instantly, and almost using their hands and feet, they ran towards the martial arts hall with the primitive beauty of ape-like postures.

In the original place, only the children of the aristocratic families were still half-sitting in the nutrition warehouse, with foolish expressions, as if they were pondering the philosophy of the essence of life——

Who are they, where are they from, and where are they going.
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At the same time, above the undercurrent of all this.

That place where heroes gather.

Inside the martial arts gym, the series of noisy events was coming to an end.

Even Yue Hanzhang, who was smiling stiffly on the stage, had already seen with the corner of his eye the teacher from the admissions office who was preparing to walk out of the venue with Huang Zhishu to find a place to talk in detail.

As a result, Yue Hanzhang's mind inevitably became restless, as if it was about to drift away along with the thoughts of those two people.

That's where his future is more important.

But at the moment when Yue Hanzhang's mind was so restless that he was about to lose concentration on the spot.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the distance, and the violent roar caused such a tremor that Yue Hanzhang was almost caught off guard and his body shook and became unstable.

It could cause such a reaction from a top genius like Yue Hanzhang.

What a shocking explosion!
In an instant, Yue Hanzhang looked in the direction of the source of the explosion.

It was a location he was very familiar with—a funeral home on the eastern outskirts of the city.

A certain sense of uneasiness amidst the shock suddenly erupted from Yue Hanzhang's heart.

Immediately afterwards, as if in response to the explosion, within three or four breaths of time, an explosion of the same intensity and the shaking of the earth came from all directions at this moment.

hum - hum - hum -

The explosion was so loud that it almost made one deaf.

Before the buzzing sound was interrupted to the extreme, what Yue Hanzhang heard was the old principal's voice asking himself in disbelief.

"Such a shocking change - where is the seal talisman formation? Where is the seal talisman formation that protects the city!"

(End of this chapter)