Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 362 The Great Ghost Staggers, the Little Ghost Cries; Bloodstained Hate Turns into Ink Moss

Soon, as if sensing something, Chen Ping stretched out his left hand and flattened it, as if he were using the left-hand rule to determine the Lorentz force. Then, he quickly raised his left hand again and made a strange gesture.

Chen Ping's strange actions made Electrolux raise an eyebrow.

What kind of operation is this? He didn't teach me this. Is this kid trying to determine the direction of the magnetic field in space using his own gestures?
Before Electrolux could even finish the thought, Chen Ping stretched out his right hand and slowly drew circles in the air.

Is this, is this right?
Electrolux was completely taken aback by Chen Ping's trick; the Gate of the Dead he was talking about wasn't opened like that.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Just as Electrolux was thinking this, in front of Chen Ping, as he made a circle with his right hand, illusory spatial elements resembling silver sparks began to emanate outwards.

The silver sparks emitted a faint and ethereal hissing sound, even slightly distorting the scene before Chen Ping, like the ripples on a calm lake distorting the reflection.

However, unlike throwing a stone into a lake, where the ripples on the surface become calmer over time, the scene in front of Chen Ping was fluctuating faster and faster.

Soon, the speed of this distorted vibration reached a level that was imperceptible to the human eye.

It looks like the graph of a classic function that oscillates infinitely as X approaches zero, becoming increasingly distorted and sharper, even to the point of being described as overexposed.

One after another, dark, arc-shaped cracks appeared and disappeared in the void as Chen Ping drew circles with his right hand at an increasingly faster pace. At first, it would take several seconds for one crack to appear, but as time went on, it first became one crack per second, and then several cracks per second.

Finally, as the speed at which the arc-shaped cracks formed completely exceeded the speed at which they disappeared, these cracks raced to form, creating a dark ring in mid-air, and the world inside the ring also became pitch black.

Profound, dark, and serene, like the aura of death flowing from the depths of an abyss, the profound aura emanating from the Dark Ring grew stronger as Chen Ping's right hand drew larger circles.

Soon, a purplish-black light radiated from the center of the Dark Ring, turning Chen Ping's entire room into an eerie pale purple.

If an unsuspecting Soul Master were to peek through the window of Chen Ping's dormitory, they might think that Chen Ping had perhaps gathered a few classmates and were dancing inside the dormitory.

But Electrox knew very well what that eerie purple light was. It was the Netherworld Sun, unique to the undead demiplane, a false astronomical phenomenon resembling the sun, formed by the continuous accumulation and condensation of dense aura of the dead.

Although he didn't use the Gate of the Dead, Chen Ping still managed to pry open a corner of the Undead Demiplane using his own unorthodox methods, creating an unstable passage between Douluo Continent and the Undead Demiplane.

When Chen Ping managed to calm himself down and looked through the dense ghostly light into the world within the undead demiplane, what he saw was a black earth that looked like it could only be created with the deepest black dye, and a forest of skeletons that covered the mountains and plains everywhere.

The next moment, the skeletons covering the mountainside seemed to come alive. Large swathes of white skeletons crookedly rose up on the hillside, some missing arms and some missing legs, but they all pointed their skulls at Chen Ping, who had opened a spatial passage in the undead demiplane.

Within their eye sockets flickered crimson soul flames, signifying their status as the lowest-ranking undead.

"Heh heh. Cough!"

A series of harsh roars, as if filled with sand and metal fragments, began. At first, they came out in a few scattered bursts, but then they grew into a continuous stream. As if receiving some kind of signal, the skeletal spirits scattered across the mountains and fields began to roar in terror.

Awakened by these roars, rows of zombies with skin resembling dried bacon crawled out of the bone forest. Their shriveled muscles were black and covered with ugly wrinkles, making them look like starving ghosts from the deepest hell.

Amidst this extreme chaos, anger also surged—anger at the intrusion of the living into the undead demiplane, and anger at the disruption of the dead's eternal slumber.

One after another, bizarrely shaped and enormous evil spirits floated out from the horizon, occasionally tearing at each other in anger due to their crowding.

The fully armored Withering Skeleton wielded its terrifying bone greatsword, cutting down and shredding the smaller skeletons before it, and surged toward the spatial passage torn open by the Dark Ring.

This is exactly:
The old sun sinks into darkness, thunder roars and death strikes; in the underworld, ghosts chirp and wail.

Blood drips from its mouth as it gnaws at the ghost pill; its soul fire howls as ten thousand ghosts grow hungry.

The big demon staggers, the little demon cries, hatred and blood stain the moss.

His anger has not yet subsided; he desires to cause the people to die and fill the rivers with corpses.

Chen Ping's smile froze on his face.

This seems to be different from the effect of Huo Gua opening the Gate of the Dead for the first time in the original work, doesn't it?

He felt that this overwhelming undead army didn't seem to be there to pledge allegiance to him, but rather to kill him.

"Hey, old man, something doesn't feel right to me."

Chen Ping swallowed hard, looking at the army of undead inside the spatial gate, which had begun to climb and pile up, forming mountains of the dead and rapidly approaching the gate in mid-air. His tone was tinged with uncertainty. "Hmph, how can that be right? I've been telling you the method for opening the gate of the dead."

"You lazy brat, instead of finding out where the gate is, you just dug a hole and went in after determining the coordinates of the demiplane. How do you think the undead in the demiplane should treat you?"

Chen Ping imagined what it would be like if someone didn't use a key to open his door, but instead kicked open his window and climbed in, and what his vicious dog might do. He immediately felt extremely uneasy.

So, does this mean I might, perhaps, or maybe I've gotten myself into trouble?

Before Chen Ping could react, a giant skeletal serpent at least twenty meters long had already crossed several bone ridges and was writhing towards Chen Ping's location.

On the head of the giant snake stood a snake-man wielding a three-meter-long skeletal lance, his skin covered in fine, pale snake scales. The snake-man's muscles were also atrophied and shriveled, just like the zombies nearby, clearly a zombie snake-man.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in the snake-like eyes of the zombie snake-man as it stared at Chen Ping outside the teleportation portal, causing Chen Ping to instinctively tremble.

In front of this snake-man, he, who seemed to be very experienced, looked like a greenhorn.

The next moment, Chen Ping's right hand, which had been drawing circles continuously, suddenly stopped.

The dark ring in mid-air also lost the arc-shaped crack that held it together.

The already unstable scene between the undead demiplane and the human world began to flicker, as if it were about to disconnect at any moment.

Just as the connection between Douluo Continent and the Undead Demiplane was about to be severed, the zombie snake-man standing on the giant skeletal serpent suddenly leaped up and pounced towards Chen Ping's location.

To ensure a precise kill, the zombie snake-man even poked its head out.

It seemed as if its entire neck was fitted with springs, stretching out to a length of seven or eight meters, and its pair of venomous fangs were precisely aimed at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping instinctively dodged to the right, causing the zombie snake-man in front of him to miss its target, and the spatial portal controlled by Chen Ping suddenly closed at that moment.

The zombie snake-man's neck was severed by the closed spatial gate.

For a moment, only the snake head of a zombie snake-man remained in Chen Ping's room, constantly leaping and emitting various strange hissing sounds, venting its anger at Chen Ping.

Fortunately, Chen Ping's dormitory had good soundproofing, which prevented him from being thrown into a panic by the snake head's shouts.

“Foolish and lowly living beings, how dare you peer into the world where the dead sleep? The world you live in will one day be reduced to ashes!”

"And all of this is because you dared to violate the plane of the God of the Dead. You and all the living beings in your world will be shrouded in the fear of the undead calamity for the rest of your lives."

"One day, the gates of the dead will reopen, and we will return once more to the world of the living, taking the lives of all the living and spreading the legend of the Holy God of the Necromancer!"

Chen Ping looked at the zombie snake-man in front of him, whose mouth was completely broken and who was now just a head, still struggling to jump off the bed, hoping to get a bite out of him, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

No, is this thing considered a living thing or an inanimate object? Can we put it into the storage soul tool first?
Chen Ping subconsciously wanted to put the thing into his storage ring, but he felt a fluctuation of soul power and could only scratch his head in regret.

It seems this thing can't be stored in a soul tool.

In no time, the snake's head rolled off the bed and rolled to its feet, once again opening its large mouth with two sharp fangs, trying to bite it off.

Chen Ping took out his evolved Star Tumor Stick and made a precise hole-in-one shot, sending his opponent straight into the toilet.

"Ha! Damn living being, what is that stick in your hand? Tell the great Serpent-Man Corpse Knight, on the day the Scourge descends, perhaps you can still become one of us!"

Inside the bathroom, the smuggler's somewhat unpleasant voice rang out, but it was clearly meant to gather intelligence, which made Chen Ping find it rather amusing.

This zombie snake-man knight is quite intelligent. After seeing the new power system that is different from that of the Holy Demon Continent, he knows to ask around first, and he can even make empty promises.

According to Electrox, even in the entire undead demiplane, there are probably very few undead serpent knights with such complete intelligence and advanced wisdom.

To be able to draw a high-level undead that has been asleep for so many years and still retains basic intelligence, Chen Ping's luck is quite good.

If this snake-man corpse knight were to fight alongside the giant skeletal snake beneath him, the opponent's combat strength would likely be at least equal to a six-ring Soul Emperor, or even a seven-ring Soul Saint.

The reason why Chen Ping could use him as a billiard ball at this moment was mainly because this guy rushed too fast and his head came right at him.

(End of this chapter)