Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Zhao Fangxu took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then slowly took out the intelligence sent by Ren Fei from Huazhong, comparing it with the pictures on the computer and the route map in his hand.

At first glance, he controlled his palpitations to look at it a second time.

He took a second look, then a third, sweating profusely.

On the third glance, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally shattered.

"Master Huaidan went to that kind of place..."

Zhao Fangxu's hands trembled, and the documents fell to the ground. He slumped into his chair and closed his eyes helplessly.

As the chairman of Nadutong, he nominally manages all the extraordinary individuals, holding a high position and wielding immense power. No one else has the authority to do so, which gives him access to some secrets that are truly related to the safety of the Xia Kingdom!
This is a true secret, a top secret that requires censorship even for a single glance!

'Ring ring~~'

A red telephone on the desk rang, and Zhao Fangxu had no choice but to answer it, explaining why he needed to check. The other party then silently hung up.

Zhao Fangxu mustered his strength and muttered to himself, "No, Master Huaidan is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him."

Even after logging out of the intranet, that chaotic scene remained etched in my eyes and imprinted in my heart, refusing to dissipate.

He kept trying to convince himself, yet he was always swallowed up by that chaos.

He couldn't understand it, he couldn't accept it. How could Master Huaidan have gone to the forbidden area when he was perfectly fine?

Could it be that.

Is that demonic zombie related to the forbidden area?
Zhao Fangxu was in a state of utter confusion. Yes, the forbidden land!
At first glance, you might think they've read too many novels.

However, this is not fiction; this is reality!

Within the territory of the Xia Kingdom, there are such forbidden places—not many, but there are quite a few.

When the existence of forbidden lands was first confirmed, it naturally caused a stir among the higher-ups, who ordered the think tank to analyze the origins of these forbidden lands.

Over the years, many speculations have emerged, among which the most compelling is the ancient origin theory.

The special group of "extraordinary people" did not emerge in the last few hundred years.

Extraordinary people have existed since ancient times and are closely related to humanity as a whole, including legends about gods and Buddhas.

Have those legendary ascensionists and those who attained godhood truly perished?
Were all those extraordinary individuals who had the potential to ascend to immortality or become ancestral masters truly dead?
No one can give a definite answer.

Zhao Fangxu only knew that forbidden areas existed, not only in China but also abroad.

To date, no one has been known to have established contact with the forbidden land.

However, in recent years, there have been some rumors that the United States has made great progress in destroying a forbidden place.

There were many opinions within the Xia state regarding whether to remain inactive.

As for the specific policy, Zhao Fangxu had no way of knowing, as it was beyond his capabilities.

His trembling hands picked up the documents, his eyes behind his glasses still pounding, as he tried his best to analyze the subsequent trends using all the information he knew.

If you really want to nitpick, this forbidden area in the southwest isn't that big.

However, one cannot judge the level of risk in such places based on superficial factors like size.

However, this area in the southwest is indeed far inferior to forbidden places like the Kunlun Mountains.

Master Huaidan is an incredible, living being; if there truly is something inside, then...

Zhao Fangxu felt a sudden panic. His experience and abilities were completely blank in this area. Who knew what Zhang Huaidan would encounter!
"Notify them, contact the Celestial Master immediately!"

……

White Bone Ridge.

Corpse Demon Cave.

A staircase leading underground suddenly appeared in the cave.

The long, dark passage offered little information, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

'Da~Da~'

The sound of scattered footsteps echoed as the group followed Zhang Huaidan up the ancient steps.

They walked for a full quarter of an hour, but still hadn't reached the bottom.

Even though the young man in front of her became a pillar of her heart, the cramped surroundings still made her heart tremble.

Liu Ping couldn't contain himself and spoke softly:
"Master Huai Dan, the demonic zombie, is that demonic zombie hidden down here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ping felt much more at ease.

Lin Zheng also slowly exhaled.

As the last remaining members of the corpse-driving lineage, eliminating the demonic zombies is their responsibility and their mission.

Whatever awaits them at the end of these steps, as long as it's a demonic zombie, there's no reason to retreat, especially with Master Huai Dan leading the way!
The two remained calm, but Zhang Huaidan's words easily drew everyone, including the two of them, into the icy pool.

"Demon Zombie?"

Zhang Huaidan didn't turn around: "No, a demonic zombie can't do these things. If I'm not mistaken, the cave of the demonic zombie's master is below."

'Phew~~'

As if a cold wind had suddenly risen from the ground, the usually composed Liu Pinglin was now completely dumbfounded.

Feeling the weight of his mission, Ma Youcai, who was initially filled with fervor, suddenly felt the blood in his veins turn cold.

Hei Guan'er jumped up: "No, Master Huai Dan, you're not kidding, are you!"

"What are you talking about?"

Black Pipe was dumbfounded. Even if he used all his trump cards, he might not be able to take down a white zombie easily, let alone a demon zombie. If it weren't for Zhang Huaidan, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.

So now you're telling him he's the master of the Demon Zombie?

If the demonic zombie is already so terrifying, what level of existence must its master be?

Just thinking about it sent chills down Hei Guan'er's spine, and he felt like crying: "Master, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't ask." The clarinet went numb.

'Boom! '

With a muffled thud, the group finally reached the end of the stairs.

Before them lay a spacious underground palace. The place where the group stood was a path made of stone bricks that led directly to the palace gate.

A faint, shimmering light appeared, and among the rocks overhead were inlaid priceless luminous pearls.

The faint sound of water rippling could be heard.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see black water flowing along both sides of the path.

However, this water is not the same as that water. Like the dark layer in the cave just now, it is composed of pure yin energy.

Zhang Huaidan gazed at the underground palace and squeezed the Taiyin Jade Marrow in his hand. The Taiyin Qi consumed during his cultivation had been replenished while he was in the cave.

At this moment, the black water on both sides of this path is entirely transformed from pure Yin energy, and it is unknown how many times it can 'charge' the Taiyin Jade Marrow.

With such a blessed place to help, it is not difficult for oneself to return to the balance of Yin and Yang.

However, there is one thing we must consider.

This place has an owner.

In the brief exchange just now, it was difficult to tell whether the master of the demon zombie was friend or foe.

Regardless, meeting one's own kind is always a cause for celebration.

As if in agreement with his mood, the gates of the underground palace suddenly swung open, emitting a bright light from the deep underground. "Fellow Daoist! Greetings! Please come in for a chat!"

Fellow?

Zhang Huaidan raised an eyebrow. How unfamiliar this address was, yet how familiar it was.

Since breaking through the barrier between heaven and man and embarking on the path to becoming a true person, one has transcended the insignificance of the mortal world.

In life, there are certainly people or things that we cannot let go of, and we never feel lonely.

But on this path, he was undoubtedly a lonely traveler.

In this degenerate age, no one can embark on the path of transcending the mortal realm like him, therefore no one can address him as a fellow Daoist.

Today, I've actually met someone like me.

Even if we don't know what this fellow human is called, whether he is human, or whether we can be friends.

But the word "fellow Daoist" is enough to make a joy flow uncontrollably through my heart.

Zhang Huaidan was lost in thought, but the black tube beside him couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't have as many feelings as Zhang Huaidan. He only felt that as the door opened and the light shone in, an indescribable vast aura rushed towards him, shaking his body and his heart, and he even had the urge to prostrate himself in worship.

This impulse has nothing to do with temperament or ability, but rather stems from a difference in the level of life.

Just as a person holding a gun can shoot down the largest beast on land.

But if you actually stand in front of an elephant, even if you know you can easily shoot it, the sense of oppression won't disappear just because you have a gun in your hand.

'The Lord of the Underground Palace, the Master of the Demonic Zombie—what exactly is that? Is it also a zombie? But…'

The clarinet trembled violently; at this moment, he had no choice but to tremble.

If you think about it for a moment, the fact that someone can address another Daoist as Fellow Daoist Huai Dan, and that the Daoist seems to accept it, shows how extraordinary that is.

The most critical issue is that, as the master of the demonic zombies, the being within the underground palace is very likely...

not human!
Hei Guan'er's jaw trembled, while Liu Ping and Lin Zheng froze.

The fact that he addressed Huai Dan Zhenren as a fellow Daoist undoubtedly shows that, in some aspects, the beings in the underground palace are no less powerful than true Daoists!
The Lord of the Underground Palace is also the Lord of the Demonic Zombies. Could it be inferred that the Lord of the Underground Palace is also a type of zombie?
The Corpse-Driving lineage's art of corpse refining allows them to create anything below the White Zombie level, but Demon Zombies are beyond human reach.

It was indeed a calamity, a monster that ravaged life, but it was also the darling of the earth, a spirit born from the earth's veins.

The being capable of becoming the master of a demonic zombie must not be a demonic zombie itself.

Moreover.

That being spoke, and fluently at that.

The spirituality of the demon zombie far surpasses that of the white zombie, but it is still far from being able to speak fluently.

A storm raged within them, and suddenly they both shuddered, staring at the wide-open door and feeling the light emanating from it.

"Senior Brother Lin Zheng, this, this..."

There was no need for much speculation. The warmth carried in the light caused the pure yin energy condensed on both sides of the black water to shimmer with a holy white light, like holy water that could cure all diseases, and it also dissolved all doubts in the hearts of the two.

Whether it's a white zombie or a demonic zombie, they are both essentially extremely yin and evil!
At this moment, Zhang Huaidan moved.

Black Pipe exclaimed in surprise, "A real person!"

Zhang Huaidan kept walking: "You can wait here."

Black Pipe gritted his teeth and followed behind him.

Now that things have come to this, there's no reason to give up halfway. Even if there really are immortals in this underground palace, he has to see them with his own eyes.

Lin Zheng and his companion were drenched in sweat, but they gritted their teeth and followed.

If their guesses were correct, then waiting or not making any difference would be irrelevant; everything was already predetermined the moment they stepped into White Bone Ridge.

Passing through the bright and imposing gates of the underground palace, a vast hall came into view.

The clarinet gasped!
Inside the hall were rows of scarlet coffins, a few of which were open, but empty.

The scarlet coffins were arranged in a star-like arrangement, with nine white coffins on the next level.

Above that were two black coffins, one of which had its lid open, revealing that it was completely empty.

The end of all the coffins is also the end of the hall.

A peculiar coffin lay upright.

At first glance, it appears to be black, but it has a lustrous, jade-like sheen, as if many liquids are flowing through it, making the contents of the coffin unclear.

Even Zhang Huaidan, straining his eyes, couldn't help but be taken aback.

The coffin was actually made of Taiyin Jade Marrow, with a finger missing from the lower left corner.

As he pondered something, and waited until he could clearly see what was inside the coffin, the jade coffin made a sound.

Zhang Huaidan's pupils contracted slightly, and everyone else was struck dumb!

A person.

He emerged from the chalcedony coffin!

With a face as fair as jade, long hair cascading down his shoulders, dark eyes, and rosy lips, if it weren't for his ancient attire, one would likely think they had bumped into a big star.

As he appeared, the nearest black coffin shook, and a withered old man emerged.

If you don't look closely, there isn't much difference between him and an old man who walks with a wooden frame.

The old man stood respectfully behind the young man in the coffin. When he turned around, there seemed to be a blurry palm print on his back. He glanced at Zhang Huaidan from time to time, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

All the coffins in the hall started moving!

Nine white zombies and dozens of old corpses from previous dynasties stood beside their respective coffins, as if welcoming guests.

'Wow...'

Black Pipe had to admit that his legs were a little weak. What kind of place was this?!

There were nine white zombies alone, not to mention the old man and the young man in the coffin.

Sweat poured from his feet, and he could only stare at Zhang Huaidan, only to find that Zhang Huaidan's gaze was fixed on the young man in the coffin.

At the same time, the young man in the coffin also cast a similar glance at Master Huaidan.

Two people of the same level, meeting at this particular moment, are judging each other in a way that clarinet cannot comprehend.

Black pipe trembled with fear, while Liu Ping was utterly terrified, his soul seemingly leaving his body and he shivering uncontrollably.

'It's true...'

Lin Zheng's heart had sunk into the abyss.

'There really are... such mythical monsters...'

A counterintuitive fact left Ma Youcai speechless: 'Why?'

Liu Yanyan was also bewildered: 'Why doesn't it feel eerie at all?'

Zombies are different from humans; they prefer places with heavy yin energy.

The concentration of yin energy at White Bone Ridge was so high that without Zhang Huaidan's protection, the group would definitely not have returned alive.

Regardless of whether they are white zombies or demonic zombies, they all possess extremely dense Yin energy, which is the fundamental reason for their existence.

Right now, inside the hall, there are so many zombies, white zombies, and even higher-level corpse demons.

Even the yin energy naturally emanating from the sun can affect the surrounding environment, turning the sweltering heat of June into the depths of winter, making people feel an omnipresent chill. (End of Chapter)