I'm modifying myself into the ultimate demon.

Chapter 173 Deducing the Evil God, Finally Meeting Jiang Hongyue!
Chen Mo knew he was dreaming.

But this dream was anything but simple: I was incredibly lucid.

What I see, hear, think, and feel is no different from reality.

It has to be said that this dream sender's abilities are truly abnormal.

Although Jiang Hongyue once brought him an immense sense of terror, compared to that, it was still not as terrifying as the filthy things in the ancient tomb.

No matter how wicked Jiang Hongyue was, she was still a human being when she was alive.

This filthy thing... God knows what it is.

Unkillable zombies, endless resurrection.

Who can withstand this?

Let's get out of here first.

Just then, the child in white took out a red veil and a red lantern from the bamboo basket behind him and handed them to Chen Mo.

"If you cover your head with this red veil, those zombies won't be able to see you. Carry the red lantern, and the lantern will guide you. Go to the ancient tomb in the mass grave, and you will find my master."

Chen Mo took the two items. "There's only one red veil? Can you give me another one?"

The child shook his head: "No more. There's only one. As long as the red veil covers the face, the zombies won't be able to see or smell it."

Helpless, Chen Mo had no choice but to make do. "By the way, how did you get that old house?"

The child shook his head. "I don't know."

Chen Mo then asked, "Is there anything in the old well in the front yard of that old house?"

The child shook his head: "I don't know."

Ok……

At this moment, the child urged, "Someone has triggered a hidden pattern here, causing the zombies to go berserk and not disperse even during the day. This is not a good sign, and it's beyond Master's control. You must hurry. If Master cannot be resurrected, Master's Other Shore Flower Curse will take you away, taking you to the underworld with him."

Hey!
Jiang Hongyue is ruthless.

Even if I die, I'll take myself down with me.

"understood."

"Hurry up! I need to go back and tell my master." The child, carrying a bamboo basket, swayed away. He actually walked out of the woods and headed towards the valley of the mass grave in the distance.

The journey was clear and peaceful, with no zombies in sight.

"Right, this is a dream. No wonder there are no zombies. Am I invincible in my dream?"

Chen Mo saw that the surrounding scenery was still there and had not immediately disappeared.

Everything around me was so clear.

It was so clear that Chen Mo questioned his existence.

Soon, Chen Mo realized a problem:
"The time here is when Xiaoye and I first came to the forest. In other words, the child appeared in my dream the first time I saw her. It just happened after I fell asleep."

In other words... at this moment, the zombie outbreak has not yet occurred.

Thinking about this, Chen Mo felt a chill.

This method of sending a message through a dream is simply too astonishing.

"In that case, may I go and check the ancient well? Since it's a dream, they won't be able to find me?"

Thinking of this, Chen Mo didn't hesitate any longer and immediately ran towards the old house.

As he ran, Chen Mo realized... Damn, I'm in a dream, why do I need to walk? Can't I just teleport there with a thought?

Teleport!

The idea was given.

Click.

The next moment, Chen Mo arrived at the ancient well.

"Wow, this is amazing. I can do whatever I want in my dream, even do *that* to Xiaoye. If this is Jiang Hongyue's power... then this Jiang Hongyue is terrifying. No wonder..."

hiss!
Chen Mo suddenly realized something and gasped.

"No wonder Jiang Hongyue survived that horrible, filthy thing; she has the ability to create and transmit dreams. Is it possible that the real Jiang Hongyue is dead, but she created a dream for herself, living on through that dream?"

"If that's the case... Jiang Hongyue is too terrifying."

"Wait... if Jiang Hongyue was so terrifying, yet she was still killed by that filthy thing... then isn't that filthy thing even more terrifying?"

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

This world is a mess.

Since I transmigrated here, I haven't had a single day of peace.

What kind of cross-cultural outfit is this...?

Chen Mo pulled himself together and slowly walked to the ancient well. Sure enough, he heard two people talking coming from below the well.

“Master Huiyuan, we arrived here through the incense offerings from the Rakshasa Temple. How convenient!”

"That's right. We're here first. Chen Mo will be here soon."

"Hehe, Abbess Huiyuan has done a great job planning this. Once they get here, we'll activate the taboo of the Rakshasa Shrine and let those zombies devour Chen Mo."

"Yes, Chen Mo should be the chief priest chosen by Jiang Hongyue. As long as he dies, Jiang Hongyue will be gone forever. Even without telling Rakshasa Mother, the abbess alone has cut off Jiang Hongyue's path to revival."

“Mother Rakshasa is very busy and has no time to manage these trivial matters. We, as servants, should know how to share her burdens.”

“Master Huiyuan is right. When we return, Mother Rakshasa will surely reward you handsomely.”

"That's natural."

"But I'm curious, Jiang Hongyue has been dead for over a hundred years, how could she possibly be resurrected? Could it be that we're overthinking it?"

"You don't know. Jiang Hongyue possesses the power of the Mirror. She is the first person in the entire history of the Great Qian Dynasty to be about to break through the Fifth Ascension. The power of the Mirror is too terrifying. It can create dreams. As long as Jiang Hongyue's dream is not shattered, she cannot die. However, she was suppressed under the ancient tomb for many years, and this time her resurrection failed, so her dream was shattered."

"The first person about to break through the fifth level of ascension, such a freakish individual. Should we tell Mother Rakshasa? What if something unexpected happens?"

"It's no use. Even with all the effort the Empress and Rakshasa Mother put in back then, they still couldn't completely kill Jiang Hongyue. The only filthy thing that could kill Jiang Hongyue... Never mind that for now, let's just kill Chen Mo here."

"Master Huiyuan is highly skilled in Taoism, why didn't she just kill Chen Mo directly? Why did she have to resort to this method?"

“You don’t understand. Chen Mo himself isn’t scary; what’s scary is the woman beside him. That woman’s cultivation is extremely formidable; I’m no match for her. But now that they’ve arrived at the Rakshasa Shrine, even her power is useless.”

"The nun's considerations are indeed more thorough."

"..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Mo's heart pounded with rage.

Hey!
These two bastards ruined me and Xiaoye.

I knew something was wrong with this place.

Master Huiyuan?

What the hell?

Chen Mo thought that since this was his dream, he wasn't afraid of being discovered. So he walked to the mouth of the ancient well and looked down.

Two women were whispering to each other beneath the ancient well.

One was a woman with a red veil, presumably Abbess Huiyuan. The other was a woman in red, named Hongyue.

Chen Mo tried to go down and kill the two men, but found that his body was nothingness.

I can't bring myself to do it.

OK OK.

I'll remember you all.

Just then, Chen Mo felt dizzy, and the surrounding scenery changed.

……

The main hall of the old house.

The night has passed, and it's daytime again.

The number of zombies gathering outside is increasing, and every now and then a zombie will bang on the door. After a few tries and finding that it can't be broken open, it will leave and wander around the area.

Even someone as skilled as Nangong Ye felt a chill run down his spine in the face of this situation.

There are hundreds of thousands of zombies outside. If she is discovered... even she, the head of the Demon Suppression Division, will die here.

She had been in the position of chief for many years, but this was the first time she had encountered such a terrifying scene.

It's truly horrifying.

Bang bang!

Another zombie came and started banging on the door.

Nangong Ye quickly reached out to stop it, and only after the zombie left did she breathe a sigh of relief, her forehead already covered in fine beads of sweat. Turning back to look at Chen Mo, she found him still lying on the ground, fast asleep. She couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"You're sleeping soundly, you little rascal. Little do you know that even I, the chief, might not be able to protect you. No, I might not even be able to protect myself."

However, considering that Chen Mo had also protected her in the same way last night, she didn't think much of it.

Not long after -

hiss!
Chen Mo let out a soft gasp, slowly opened his eyes, and rubbed his temples. His dazed state gradually improved.

Although it was just a dream, it was such a tiring dream.

I felt like all the strength in my body had been drained.

He sat up cross-legged and practiced the Dragon Elephant Technique, stimulating the power of the ghosts and zombies, before slowly recovering.

Only after he had fully recovered did Chen Mo stand up.

Nangong Ye glared at Chen Mo fiercely: "Are you an idiot? You actually slept all night. Come and help me."

Chen Mo gave a wry smile and then went to help hold the door open. Looking through the crack in the door, he saw that the zombies gathered outside were like swarms of ants, piled up layer upon layer, almost covering the entire courtyard.

Nangong Ye said, "The number of zombies gathering overnight has increased significantly. We can't get out. Hey, why is there a red lantern and a red veil where you were sleeping?"

What?
Chen Mo looked down and, sure enough, found a red veil and a red lantern on the ground.

Then I thought about what happened in the dream.

Chen Mo was greatly surprised.

What I received in my dream actually came to be in reality.

Jiang Hongyue's abilities are truly terrifying.

After a moment, Chen Mo said, "I just had a dream."

Nangong Ye realized something: "But what about the one who sent me this dream?"

Chen Mo said, "Yes. It's the doll we saw when we first came to the dense forest during the day. Do you remember it?"

"I remember. Was it that doll that appeared in your dream?"

"Yes. The owner of that doll is Jiang Hongyue..." Chen Mo recounted the details of his dream.

At first, Nangong Ye was fine, but as he listened... his expression changed.

Without him.

This was because Jiang Hongyue's abilities were simply too abnormal. Even from her perspective as the head of the Great Qian Demon Suppression Division, she found it unbelievable.

"You mean, Jiang Hongyue might be dead. But before she died, she created a dream for herself? Jiang Hongyue lives in a dream, but her dream can influence reality, so she used the method of sending a message through a dream to bring herself back to life?"

Chen Mo said, "Yes. Xiao Ye, you're from the capital, you're well-traveled and knowledgeable. Do you know about this kind of ability?"

Nangong Ye's face was somewhat pale: "I don't know."

Before arriving, Nangong Ye was quite confident in her abilities, believing she could handle the situation. However, from the moment she encountered the 100,000 zombies, she realized her shortcomings. Now, having heard of Jiang Hongyue's abilities… she could only glimpse a fraction of the whole picture. It was enough to understand just how terrifying the filth within that ancient tomb truly was.

This is quite alarming.

Nangong Ye recovered his senses: "So what do you plan to do now?"

Chen Mo sat down, leaning against the door, and beckoned to Nangong Ye, "Xiao Ye, come, sit down. I have a few words to tell you."

Nangong Ye sat down next to Chen Mo. "Go on," he said.

Chen Mo pointed to the red veil and red lantern not far away: "The child who appeared to me in my dream told me that as long as I wear a red veil, the zombies won't be able to see me. As long as I carry a red lantern, the lantern will guide me to find Jiang Hongyue in the ancient tomb."

Nangong Ye's expression turned grave: "And then?"

Chen Mo said, "I can't escape this in this lifetime. If I don't complete that damn sacrifice, if I don't help Jiang Hongyue return to life, then Jiang Hongyue will take me to the underworld. Xiao Ye, I have no way out. But you still have a way out..."

Here's what I'm thinking: I'll take a lantern, cover my face with a red veil, and lure the zombies away. You can use the opportunity to escape. I can tell that Xiao Ye's cultivation is profound, probably surpassing the Transcendent Realm. Without me as a burden, Xiao Ye can do as she pleases. The chances of you leaving this place are very high.”

Nangong Ye stared wide-eyed at Chen Mo in disbelief. He probably never expected that Chen Mo, who appeared fierce and ruthless on the surface, would have such a righteous and warm-hearted side.

Eh.

Chen Mo sighed, then smiled. "I have nothing to miss. I have a warm family, loving parents, and a stepmother. I have Uncle Zhou, and several loyal maids who serve me. I also have an obedient younger brother, and, well, my favorite is my youngest sister, Xiaoyuer. Although I haven't had many peaceful days, I am still very happy when I look back on my life."

Nangong Ye said, "I visited your family. Your youngest sister likes you very much. She even pulled me aside and asked me to test her studies. She wanted me to tell you the results of the test in detail."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Really? How are her studies?"

Nangong Ye: "Very good, I'll tell you..."

Nangong Ye spoke softly, repeating every word Xiaoyuer had said, and finally said, "Xiaoyuer made me sit across from him at the long table, just like a schoolteacher..."

Chen Mo felt a lump in his throat as he listened to those words.

"Oh, by the way, Xiaoyuer wrote you a letter, take a look." Nangong Ye handed a crumpled letter to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took it and opened it.

It contains neat and beautiful handwriting.

It reads:

Brother, Little Fish has learned over a dozen more poems! I've learned so many words. Little Fish always listens to you, studies hard, lives well, and helps Mom and Dad with chores so they don't have to worry. Brother, when are you coming back? Little Fish misses you so much! Little Fish wants you to hold my little hand and take me to school. Although I don't like candied hawthorns anymore, I really like them if you buy them. Brother…

Looking at those words, Chen Mo pictured Xiaoyuer's playful and adorable appearance in his mind.

My nose felt sore and my eyes were burning.

My eyes welled up with tears without me even realizing it.

He looked at it again and again, and finally laughed: "Hehehe... Little Fish has grown up. My Little Fish has grown up."

Slowly, Chen Mo folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and then placed it close to his body, murmuring to himself, "My little fish, grow up happily. I'm afraid I won't be able to see what you look like when you grow up. I also won't be able to buy you candied hawthorns."

After saying that, Chen Mo looked up at Nangong Ye and said, "By the way, Xiao Ye, could I ask you for a favor?"

Nangong Ye: "You say it."

Chen Mo said, "When you go to Nanyang Prefecture later, please help me buy a string of candied hawthorns for Xiaoyuer."

Nangong Ye scrutinized the man before him, noticing the glistening tears in his eyes, and agreed, "Okay."

"Thank you very much."

Chen Mo sighed, then walked to the side, picked up the red lantern and red veil, and said while playing with the red veil, "Xiao Ye, I'm afraid I won't be coming back from the ancient tomb this time. You are the last person I will ever see in my life. To be honest, my life has been miserable, and I've never met many good people. Xiao Ye, you are one of them. To meet you at the end of my life is a comfort. I wish my Xiao Ye peace, safety, and happiness from now on."

"A grown man shouldn't be so coy. Take care, Xiaoye."

After saying that, Chen Mo draped the red veil over his head and then suddenly pulled open the door.

They were about to walk out.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Chen Mo's hand.

Chen Mo turned around abruptly: "What are you doing?"

Nangong Ye suddenly leaned in, very close, almost throwing himself into Chen Mo's arms, "This red veil is quite big, it can easily cover two people's heads."

The next moment, Nangong Ye lifted Chen Mo's red veil and buried his head inside.

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine: "Why are you doing this?"

Nangong Ye snorted: "You talk so righteously, like you're about to die. You think you're so noble? Didn't you even ask if I agreed?"

Chen Mo was a little confused: "No... do you like me? Even if you like me, you don't have to come with me on this risk."

"You're too narcissistic. I'm human, how could I possibly like a zombie? I just heard a ghost story and fell under a curse. What you can't escape, I can't escape either. Since we have a companion today, why don't we go see Jiang Hongyue together? Even if we die, we'll have a companion on the road to the underworld."

Really?

Actually, I didn't want to hear this answer.

“We’re all adults. Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t try to persuade you anymore. Let’s go.” Chen Mo and the other person embraced, covered each other’s heads with red veils, and stepped out of the door.

Sure enough, the zombies seemed not to have seen the two people at all.

The two were quite skilled, and they quickly found an opening and rushed out of the courtyard.

Everywhere were dark, swarming zombies, emitting low, guttural growls; it was quite frightening.

Before long, Chen Mo stopped beside the ancient well.

Nangong Ye asked, "Is there someone in the ancient well?"

Chen Mo did not hide anything and told everyone what he had seen in his dream.

Nangong Ye frowned slightly: "As expected, there are some scoundrels trying to harm us. However, this place is full of zombies, so we shouldn't make a move, lest we make a sound and alert the zombies."

"Yes. Those two people, one is called Abbess Huiyuan, and the other is called Hongyue."

"I remember."

Instead of searching for someone in the ancient well, the two took the opportunity to rush out of the red old house.

Outside in the dense forest, there were still swarms of zombies, densely packed together. Some zombies were gnawing on tree bark, while others were biting rocks, their appearance was terrifying.

After leaving the dense forest, the desolate hills outside were still teeming with zombies.

The two dared not relax, clinging tightly to each other, sharing a red veil. They traversed mountains and valleys, hurrying towards the ten thousand corpse pit.

The Corpse Pit Valley was simply too vast.

Blood and bones were scattered everywhere, and a thick layer of blood scum had congealed on the ground, emitting a pungent, fishy stench. Many zombies were still there, howling and running wildly around, and occasionally a large group of zombies would pass by the two of them.

Chen Mo hugged Nangong Ye's waist tighter.

Nangong Ye hesitated for a moment, but didn't refuse, only snorting, "How could you be so rude to me?"

Chen Mo: "Didn't you realize I was protecting you?" Hmph.

Nangong Ye snorted, ignoring the topic: "But this red veil really works. I wonder what Jiang Hongyue went through in the past hundred years. Logically speaking, if someone dies a hundred years ago, even if they dream, the resentment in the dream should be immense. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to endure a hundred years."

Chen Mo said, "No rush, we'll find out soon. Let's find the entrance to the ancient tomb first."

The valley was so vast that it covered an area of ​​dozens of miles.

In such a place, finding the entrance to an ancient tomb is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The two then searched the valley little by little.

The red veil is made of a thin, semi-transparent silk fabric, allowing a clear view of the outside world.

suddenly--

Hey!
A zombie, seemingly enraged, suddenly charged at Chen Mo. Chen Mo grabbed Nangong Ye's hand and stepped aside, causing the zombie to miss its target.

In fact, Nangong Ye had noticed the zombie long ago and could have dodged it himself. However, when Chen Mo pulled her like that, she didn't refuse. Instead, she held Chen Mo's hand tightly.

Fingers intertwined.

Perhaps because they both knew that their fate might be very tragic, they developed a sense of mutual dependence and reliance on each other.

Admittedly, in Nangong Ye's eyes, Chen Mo was a complete novice. But this novice was useful. And in this kind of environment, there was no time to be picky.

The two of them, both wearing red veils, walked in the valley for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, Nangong Ye turned forward and said, "Look, there's a stone statue over there. Could it be a carving at the entrance of an ancient tomb?"

Chen Mo turned his head and saw a large stone statue at the foot of a mountain wall in the distance.

"Go over and have a look."

The two of them shared a red veil, so their walking pace naturally had to be synchronized.

Before long, they arrived at the stone statue.

The stone statue was four meters tall and depicted a demon. Perhaps due to the passage of time, the statue had decayed considerably.

After passing the stone statue, we indeed saw a small cave.

brush!
The two stopped at the cave entrance at the same time, their breathing becoming much more rapid.

Because their faces were so close, Chen Mo could feel the warm breath exhaled by Nangong Ye and smell the faint fragrance emanating from Nangong Ye's face.

Chen Mo wasn't in the mood for anything either, and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Nangong Ye: "I've always been a loner, so I don't have much to say."

"If you're a real man, then go in."

"Ah."

Da da da.

The two held hands and slowly entered the cave.

A cold wind blew out.

At first, the cave passage was narrow, but it widened as you went deeper. However, it also became increasingly damp, cold, and gloomy. But you didn't see any zombies inside.

As I walked, I heard the sound of water.

It is an underground river.

The two followed the sound for several hundred meters and saw a huge cliff with a suspension bridge extending to the other side.

As soon as you step onto the suspension bridge, it begins to sway and creak. Below, the river flows swiftly, and those unaccustomed to it may feel dizzy.

"Don't look down, we're crossing the bridge."

"Ah."

After crossing the suspension bridge.

There is a straight passage ahead.

Rows of demon statues stood on both sides of the passage. With blue faces, fangs, and gaping maws, they were terrifying to behold.

Each demon emitted a pitch-black shadow, which continued to spread, threatening to obliterate all the surrounding light and completely engulf Chen Mo and his companion in darkness.

Nangong Ye frowned: "This should be a ghostly shadow. Logically speaking, only powerful shadow ghosts can release ghostly shadows, but these statues are inanimate objects, yet they can continuously release ghostly shadows..."

Chen Mo held up a red lantern in one hand.

A red light burst forth, dispelling the ghostly shadows and illuminating the path.

Nangong Ye said, "These red lanterns are quite nice. It's a good thing Jiang Hongyue set them up over the years. But I don't know why Jiang Hongyue, who clearly left this place and knew it was dangerous, would turn back? Just for the baby in her womb?"

As Chen Mo walked, he said, "Everyone says that mothers and children have a deep bond, so it's not impossible that Jiang Hongyue cherishes the baby in her womb. However, I always feel that things are not that simple."

Da da da.

The two walked along the passage, passing one demon statue after another.

Finally, we arrived at a very large tomb.

The tomb's structure is very strange.

Thirty-six black coffins stood in a row, uneven in height, like steps. In front of each coffin lay the body of an infant, with an ever-burning lamp lit on the body. However, the flame emitted by the lamp was not orange, but black.

Yes, black flames.

If it weren't for the light from the red lantern, the color of the flame would be completely undetectable.

In front of the thirty-six infant corpses was a large sacrificial altar.

In the center of the altar stood a dead tree, with thirty-six iron chains tied to it, each chain securing one of the thirty-six coffins.

Nangong Ye released Chen Mo's hand, but did not lift the red veil. Instead, she circled the sacrificial altar to examine it.

Chen Mo circled the tomb but found nothing else amiss. "This should be the end of the ancient tomb, the main burial chamber. But why are there thirty-six coffins? Could it be that this ancient tomb contains thirty-six unclean things?"

Nangong Ye said, "It is the coffin of the thirty-sixth generation."

"Thirty-six generations of coffins? Is there such a saying?"

Nangong Ye said, "I have seen relevant records in the Taoist classics. The thirty-six incarnations correspond to the thirty-six heavens of Taoism. They are the six heavens of the Desire Realm, the eighteen heavens of the Form Realm, the four heavens of the Formless Realm, the four Brahma Heavens, the Three Pure Ones Heaven, and the Great Luo Heaven. This filthy thing is comparing himself to the thirty-six heavens of Taoism, trying to use thirty-six incarnations to achieve immortality through corpse liberation. What audacity."

After listening for a while, Chen Mo asked, "What's inside these coffins?"

Nangong Ye said, "It's possible that they are the same thing. You see, the coffins are in different states of age. This shows that each coffin was buried at a different time."

Chen Mo was taken aback: "Could it be that this fiend has truly lived for thirty-six lifetimes?"

Nangong Ye shook his head: "I don't know. But it's somewhat related. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so bizarre, burying tens of thousands of people overnight. I estimate the situation is roughly like this: This fiend is about to complete his thirty-six incarnations and is about to complete the path of corpse liberation to become an immortal. However, he was disturbed by Emperor Tianbao's mountain-digging, which ruined his path of cultivation. Therefore, this fiend is enraged and buried tens of thousands of people overnight."

Chen Mo was secretly surprised: "You're from the capital, have you ever heard of any ghost that can bury tens of thousands of people overnight? And even the Tianbao Emperor couldn't do anything about it?"

Nangong Ye shook his head: "Emperor Tianbao is a true dragon emperor, blessed by the nation's destiny and the auspicious dragon energy, so his cultivation is naturally unparalleled. For this fiend to make the emperor act this way shows how terrifying he is. Even if he cannot achieve immortality through corpse liberation, he is still a demon in the human world."

"Go and look at the carved characters on those coffins."

"Ah."

The two examined the carvings and inscriptions on the coffin and indeed found them similar to those found in the previous mass grave, but not in the script of the Great Qian Dynasty. They failed to obtain any useful information.

Chen Mo said, "Anyway, we're at our wits' end. The red lanterns indicate the end is right here. Why don't we try opening the coffin?"

Nangong Ye nodded: "Okay."

Click.

The two opened the first coffin.

It was a baby, and although it had stopped breathing, it was incredibly lifelike.

Nangong Ye said, "This should symbolize the first incarnation of this fiend."

"Open the second coffin."

Click!

The two men cut through the iron lock and opened the second coffin.

It was a three-year-old child, dressed in a black robe, lifeless, yet incredibly lifelike. In appearance, it closely resembled the first infant. It seemed indeed to be the same person.

"Open the third coffin."

As the third coffin opened, it revealed a boy of about six or seven years old. He was also lifeless, but his appearance was very similar to that of the three-year-old child from before.

"Open again."

Open the fourth coffin.

He was a ten-year-old boy. He looked similar to the previous one.

But it's only similar; it's impossible to tell if it's the same person. After all, the boy is still developing, and he changes drastically every three years.

By the time the seventh coffin was seen, the boy had grown up to be in his twenties, and his appearance and height had reached their final form.

The people inside the subsequent coffins all looked exactly the same.

Chen Mo was somewhat alarmed: "How can there be someone exactly the same? Could this fiend have really lived for thirty-six lifetimes?"

Nangong Ye's expression was solemn: "Open it again."

Continue opening the coffin.

When the fifteenth coffin was opened, the boy had become a middle-aged man in his forties. He still looked similar, but his face had more wrinkles.

By the time they had opened twenty coffins, the boy had grown old, nearly sixty. His hair was white, and his face was full of wrinkles.

By the time the thirty-fifth coffin was placed, it belonged to a centenarian. His body had shriveled up, but he certainly looked like the old man from the past.

Furthermore, the coffins used in later cases became increasingly newer.

This means that the burial time is getting later and later.

Nangong Ye said, "The people in each coffin are roughly three years apart. Thirty-five coffins correspond to one hundred and five years. Every three years is one lifetime for this Liao. If he really wants to use thirty-six lifetimes to achieve immortality through corpse liberation, then the thirty-sixth coffin... should contain his last lifetime."

Chen Mo looked at the last coffin, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "What was the last of the thirty-six incarnations?"

Nangong Ye said, "According to the records in the Daoist secret scriptures, the last incarnation corresponds to the Great Luo Heaven, which is the Great Luo Golden Body. It should mean rejuvenating and returning to the appearance of a teenager or child. Moreover, the body will turn golden. This means that one has achieved immortality through corpse liberation."

Rejuvenation?
This is too outrageous.

You see, in Chen Mo's mind, this world doesn't have cultivators. It's just a strange, high-martial-world place.

Could it be that there is no spiritual energy in this world, and ordinary methods of cultivating immortality are useless, so one can become an immortal through strange methods?

"Are there really immortals in this world?"

Nangong Ye said, "Based on my understanding over the years, it shouldn't exist. The so-called corpse liberation to become an immortal, the thirty-six coffins... are just fantasies of people who are obsessed with immortality. They shouldn't be taken seriously. If there were immortals in this world, the Great Qian Dynasty wouldn't be like this anymore."

Chen Mo nodded: "Xiao Ye is right. Then let's open the last coffin and see."

"Ah."

Xiaoye raised her right hand, and a sword beam shot out, instantly severing the chains. With a swift pull, the coffin lid fell off, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

They both looked up at the same time.

hiss!
The two of them immediately gasped.

The coffin was empty!
The first thirty-five coffins all contained the same person. Unexpectedly, the last coffin was empty.

This inevitably sends a chill down one's spine.

A cold wind blew from all directions, making the two of them feel icy cold.

The two looked around and found that the surroundings were still deserted and eerily quiet, with only the howling of a cold wind. Apart from that, there was nothing else unusual.

Chen Mo asked, "Could it be that this fiend has truly achieved immortality through corpse liberation and left?"

Nangong Ye felt a chill and shook his head: "I don't know. But this dead tree is strange."

Dead wood?

Chen Mo turned to look at the withered tree in the center of the altar, and the thirty-six broken chains.

"Yes, why are all the coffins bound together with chains, and then the other end of the chains is tied to this dead wood?"

Nangong Ye frowned and said, "Could it be the legendary elderberry for ascension to immortality?"

Elderberry?

"Yes, it means a resting place for souls, or guiding souls to heaven."

For Chen Mo, these were all completely new experiences.

But the wood looked quite ordinary. However, the world was unpredictable, and Chen Mo dared not underestimate it.

The two stood beside the altar, examining it for a long time, but found nothing unusual. The corpses in the thirty-five coffins also remained unchanged.

Suddenly, Chen Mo asked, "What is the meaning of this sacrificial altar?"

Nangong Ye said, "If this fiend is to ascend to immortality through the corpse liberation of thirty-six lifetimes, then this sacrificial altar is... the Corpse Liberation Ascension Altar. After the thirty-six lifetimes are completed, the elderberry tree will activate the sacrificial altar to guide the fiend's soul to heaven."

Chen Mo sighed. He already knew what he needed to know.

There is no other information.

He sat on a rock outside the altar, pondering to himself: Although this method of achieving immortality through corpse liberation is mostly fantasy and shouldn't be taken seriously, the atmosphere here was so eerie that he dared not completely dismiss it.

If this is true, then this beast is truly terrifying.

and many more……

Chen Mo suddenly thought of something, immediately stood up, and stared at the elderberry in the center of the sacrificial altar.

Since both of them were wearing red veils, when Chen Mo stood up, Nangong Ye also stood up. "What did you discover?"

Chen Mo said, "I need some time to think. You protect me."

"it is good."

Chen Mo stared at the withered tree in the center of the altar and opened the control panel.

[Something that can be deduced has been detected]

[Hint: This item can be deduced by consuming 120000 Original Solution Essence]

[Should we perform a simulation?]

Deducing that this item requires 120,000 original essences… Chen Mo had a thought:
Deduction!

hum!
As soon as Chen Mo made the thought, a sharp pain shot through his head, as if it were splitting open. An unprecedented agony swept over his head, and blood instantly flowed from his seven orifices.

Nangong Ye, who was inside the red veil, was surprised to see Chen Mo's appearance, but seeing that Chen Mo seemed to be focused on thinking, she did not disturb him.

It took a while for the pain in Chen Mo's mind to dissipate.

Then, lines of subtitles appeared.

【Name: Elderberry】

[Type: consumables]

[Function: Guiding corpses to ascension to immortality]

[Description: This elderberry tree was nurtured and cultivated over a thousand years by the yin energy of the Great Yin Mountain's veins. It is an extremely yin and malevolent object, unparalleled in its kind. It can guide the soul to ascend to heaven.]

[Logic: Because the Great Yin Mountain is inherently an extremely cold and yin-heavy feng shui location, and situated on the eastern border of the Great Qian Empire, it blocked the empire's eastward dragon vein. Later, elderberry trees grew there. A malevolent entity discovered the secret of the elderberry tree. It then dug a grave here. Every three years, each incarnation died and was buried here. The corpse and elderberry tree were chained together, and the elderberry tree nourished the body and soul. This process took thirty-five lifetimes, draining the elderberry tree of its thousand-year-old yin energy.]

[Deduction 1: The thirty-sixth incarnation of this evil spirit encountered an accident; the Emperor Tianbao disturbed the feng shui of its tomb. This prevented the thirty-sixth incarnation from completing its cycle.]

[Theory 2: This vile entity obtained some supreme treasure, which allows it to live for three years in a single lifetime. Currently, there is too little information to determine what this treasure is.]

[Deduction 3: Although this unclean entity's grave was desecrated, cutting off its path to immortality through corpse liberation, it did not die. It later left this place, which is why the thirty-sixth coffin is empty.]

[Scenario 4: You opened the coffin, and this filthy thing has been eyeing you. Sooner or later, it will come after you.]

[Scenario 5: You two weren't the only ones who opened the coffin. Two other people also opened it.]

Hey!
After reading the message, Chen Mo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The idea of ​​ascending to immortality through corpse liberation is not mere fantasy.

It's really true.

Moreover, the thirty-sixth incarnation of this demon has run away.

Ran……

Chen Mo was so surprised that he didn't even notice his nosebleed.

Nangong Ye used a handkerchief to wipe away Chen Mo's nosebleed. "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Mo said, "The dreamer left me a message. I'm afraid the method of corpse liberation and ascension to immortality you mentioned isn't just a rumor. It's real. Moreover, this fiend's thirty-sixth incarnation was severed by the Tianbao Emperor. Otherwise, this fiend would have truly achieved corpse liberation and ascension to immortality. No wonder the Tianbao Emperor came here to dig up the mountain. On the surface, it was to open up the dragon vein leading eastward from the Great Qian Dynasty, but in reality, he had other plans."

Nangong Ye was quite surprised: "You mean... Emperor Tianbao did this to prevent this fiend from achieving immortality through corpse liberation?"

Chen Mo said, "It's also possible that the Tianbao Emperor himself wanted to replace this fiend and ascend to immortality through corpse liberation?"

Nangong Ye was somewhat horrified. "Unfortunately, Emperor Tianbao underestimated this fiend and ultimately failed."

Chen Mo nodded.

It took him a long time to calm down.

Here comes the problem...

What about Jiang Hongyue?

I was guided here by someone in a dream to perform the dragon-walking ritual with a red lantern. It has little to do with this monster.

Why didn't we see Jiang Hongyue in this cave?

"Xiao Ye, we need to find Jiang Hongyue as soon as possible. I feel that Jiang Hongyue's return to this place is probably related to this fiend's method of corpse liberation and ascension to immortality."

"Ah."

The two searched the main burial chamber several times, but found no hidden compartments or other passages.

But they just couldn't find Jiang Hongyue.

Suddenly, Nangong Ye looked up sharply. "Young Master, look up at the sky."

brush!
Chen Mo suddenly looked up at the stone wall above him and gasped: "Jiang Hongyue!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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