The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

All forms of "punishment" reduce the damage to you by 20%.

(Requires 50000 lottery points to unlock)

Xia Chuan stared at the phrase "punishment in all forms," ​​and the four words "punishment of causality" popped into his mind.

That thing that even Jiang Mingzi struggled to withstand, can reduce damage by 20%?

He removed his hand from the stone tablet, looking rather hesitant.

This [Judge of the Underworld] is not weak, but it is ultimately somewhat abstract.

The definition of "sin" is too vague. Is it sin to kill someone, or to eat someone, or is it sin to simply live?

Moreover, this whole thing is all fancy and complicated, full of sins and punishments; it's not as satisfying as a direct punch.

Xia Chuan stepped forward and arrived at the second stone tablet.

The stone tablet is entirely silver-white, covered with countless knife and sword marks, some deep, some shallow, some new, some old.

It looked like a sword that had been honed on for hundreds of years. The surface of the monument was cold, and touching it felt like touching a blade.

[Underworld Blade]:

You are the blade that cuts through everything.

All your attacks will have the "Soul Blade" effect, dealing additional damage to the soul.

Unlock skills:

【Slash of the Land of Reincarnation】(Red Active):

The Land of Reincarnation can store your three strikes.

Release anytime, anywhere. (Requires 20000 lottery points to unlock)

【All Blades Return to One】(Black Passive):

Each of your strikes will add a layer of "Blade Intent".

Each layer of Blade Intent increases slash damage by 5%, up to a maximum of 500%.

(Requires 50000 lottery points to unlock)

Xia Chuan frowned.

This description doesn't seem very good.

He mainly relies on his fists and Black Flash to deal damage; he doesn't benefit from the "Soul Blade" bonus at all.

As for the stored attack, it sounds powerful, but he doesn't lack burst damage right now.

Moreover, this was clearly designed for people who use knives and swords, and it didn't quite fit his style of fighting bare-handed.

He withdrew his hand and walked towards the third piece.

The third stone tablet was entirely black, without any patterns or carvings, and as smooth as a mirror.

But upon closer inspection, you'll find that the blackness isn't static, but rather slowly flowing.

The stone tablet itself was a solidified mass of black mist.

Xia Chuan reached out and touched it.

[The Lord of the Underworld's Black Mist]:

You are the invisible mist hidden in the land of reincarnation.

Your skill's range has increased by 100%.

Unlock skills:

【Double-Edged Sword】(Red Passive):

You can now directly touch and shape a person's soul and body.

In this way, you can heal yourself and others.

Note: The skill will fail if the target struggles.

【Spirit Crossing】(Black Passive):

You can directly use the black mist to carry your soul.

The soul that carries it can maintain its full consciousness within the black mist, without dissipating over time.

(Requires 50000 lottery points to unlock)

Xia Chuan stared at the description of "Dual-Handed Technique" again and again.

Directly shaping the soul and body?

If he had the "two-handedness," these things might not have taken so long at all.

As for [Spirit Crossing], it uses black mist to carry souls.

The soul that is contained within the black mist can maintain its full consciousness and not dissipate over time.

Isn't that like carrying around an undead army?

Without any hesitation, Xia Chuan quickly made his choice.

"I choose the black fog."

The stone tablet trembled, and then began to melt.

It transformed into a thick black mist, climbing up his palm.

The black mist was cold but not bone-chilling, like tiny snakes burrowing into his skin and spreading upwards along his blood vessels and meridians.

Arm.

Shoulder.

Chest.

Neck.

Wherever the black mist passed, Xia Chuan felt that every muscle and every bone in his body was being rewoven.

A tremor, emanating from the very depths of the soul, came from the body's instincts, as if something was awakening.

Finally, the black mist surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In that instant, Xia Chuan saw himself standing on the bank of a long river.

The river was pitch black, with no bottom, no beginning, and no end in sight.

Countless dim points of light floated on the river, seemingly spanning the history of the supernatural world.

From the past to the future.

On the river, there is a small boat.

There was no one on the boat, only an empty seat.

Xia Chuan knew that was his spot.

He glanced downstream.

Deep within the boundless gray fog, countless consciousnesses seemed to be slumbering.

At almost the same time, two pairs of eyes came from upstream and downstream of the river.

That is a projection from the future and the past.

Before Xia Chuan could respond, his consciousness returned to the Land of Reincarnation once again.

All that could be seen was black mist swirling around him, like soldiers awaiting orders.

He reached out his hand, and black mist wrapped around his fingertips, soft, submissive, and obedient.

[Talent Awakening Completed]

[Current Talent: Underworld Lord's Black Mist (Tier 1)]

[Skill range increased by 100%]

[Gained new skill: Dual-wielding]

As Xia Chuan felt the new power within his body, a slow smile spread across his face.

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a cloud of black mist condensed in his palm, transforming into a semi-transparent hand.

That hand had no flesh or bones, but its outline was distinct, with long, slender fingers, like the most exquisite sculpture.

On a whim, he reached into his right hand.

The black mist, transformed into a hand, seeped into his skin like water and entered his body.

He could feel the hand moving inside his body, touching the torn muscles.

It was left over from when we were making millet porridge, and it hasn't fully healed yet.

That hand gently squeezed.

A warm force surged from the wound, and the torn muscles began to wriggle, heal, and grow.

Within moments, the wound disappeared without leaving a scar.

Xia Chuan withdrew his hand, looked down at his perfectly intact body, and took a deep breath.

Double-handed.

It can heal others, and it can heal itself.

He stood up, and black mist gathered beneath his feet, lifting him and suspending him in mid-air.

He looked around at the boundless darkness, at the surging black mist, and at the distant, faintly visible river of life and death.

"after,"

Xia Chuan muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the black mist.

"This is my territory."

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched his five fingers.

The black mist surged in like a tide, condensing behind him into a jet-black robe that moved silently and without wind.