novelraw Chapter 811 - 805: Evil Corpse? Six Paths of Reincarnation
Chapter 811 - 805: Evil Corpse? Six Paths of Reincarnation
The black-golden blood was scorching hot, and just a wisp of its blood aura ignited the body of the woman in the red wedding dress.
In the blink of an eye, the nightmares of Fengdu’s demons and ghosts came to an end.
Jia Ren remained oblivious to this; the moment the black-golden blood entered his body, the memories hidden within the blood surged into his mind.
The sky was clear without a lingering black mist, and the earth was scattered with countless pieces of flesh.
His body was dark and mysterious, with more than ten thousand flesh origin worlds interconnected, and the blood aura that soared skyward turned this realm red, shaking the heavens.
A mark of the Profound Heaven Suppressing Immortal Demon Pagoda appeared between his brows, surrounded by a thick gray halo.
Wherever the gray light passed, it swallowed the pervasive nether aura of the Netherworld like a water pump, as if it intended to transform this place into the End of Law Realm.
To his left stood a man identical in appearance and aura to Jia Ren, yet the difference lay in his eyes and body, suffused with intense malice.
This was not a normal entity, but a pure embodiment of evil.
Directly ahead was a presence surrounded by golden light, with Brahman light behind his head coalescing into a golden divine wheel, his visage indistinct, as if the memory could not recall his existence.
The most noteworthy aspect was behind him, where six dark portals loomed, each door exuding different atmospheres and patterns of the Great Dao.
At the top, it emitted a sacred aura, seemingly representing the highest deity.
To the leftmost portal emanated the aura of humanity, where countless human shadows appeared faintly.
The rightmost portal exuded a blood-red aura, as if it housed grotesque beings battling blood-soaked.
The second portal on the left featured tiny ghosts with short limbs, radiating an insatiable hunger.
The second portal on the right displayed common pig, horse, cow, and sheep, all beastly entities.
At the bottom was deep darkness, where twisted and ferocious faces appeared, representing the deepest hell.
The six portals each focused on an aspect, corresponding to different reincarnations.
Jia Ren had seen the Sky Dream Demon Saint, Corrupted Ancestor, and Jinyang Demon Saint, none of whom could compare to this Dao Ancestor.
"Though I cannot kill you, I can send you into reincarnation!"
The six portals trembled, emitting a powerful suction force.
His fist was entirely dark black as if supported by heaven and earth, each punch carrying unfathomable divine power, forming an impenetrable curtain of punched shadows, making it impossible to see how many were struck.
Each punch possessed destructive power.
The black torrent descended upon the six dark portals, all strength being devoured like a whale swallowing water, while the six portals remained unchanged and indestructible.
Accompanied by a suction force, the entire person merged with the Reincarnation Gate.
The malicious figure laughed, and the scene abruptly halted.
The images contained in the blood weren’t many, perhaps lacking due to the battle’s influence, leaving memories incomplete and fragmented.
The being resembling him yet emanating malice was... an Evil Corpse?
His immortal cultivation realm was just a step from the Daluo Golden Immortal, familiar with the three corpse slaying reserved for the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
Yet he was only at Taiyi Jade Immortal Realm Perfection, how could he experience the slaying of three corpses meant for Daluo Golden Immortal?
The other powerful figure was utterly unfamiliar, with unimaginable battle prowess, his full-force counter like a mayfly attempting to shake a tree, finally forcing him into reincarnation.
Wasn’t he in the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns of the Sky Dream Demon Saint? And instead encountered the Dao Ancestor who controlled Six Paths of Reincarnation, forcefully sent into reincarnation?
Retaining memory was due to By Strength, Prove the Dao’s fourth level, the immortal and indestructible reason?
But he hadn’t ascended to Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, fostered malice, and retained memories of slaying an Evil Corpse.
Or... had he exiled himself to the future, leading to this outcome?
Thoughts and ideas flashed by, Jia Ren’s face showed a trace of confusion, unable to discern dreams from reality.
No matter the answer, he would uncover the truth.
The black-golden blood circulated throughout his body, every part stained with a black-golden hue, as empty blood energy origin realms appeared.
Mortal flesh underwent metamorphosis, swiftly replaced by powerful force, as flesh reorganized.
Years passed unnoticed, Jia Ren’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened, as if with the turning of time and passing years.
Inside, there was no Power of Laws, no Heavenly Treasured Path Celestial Force, only pure blood energy and strength.
This drop of blood had existed in the End of Law Realm for an unknown duration, with no replenishment by heaven and earth force; although the power’s level was unaffected, unfortunately, the quantity was still too little.
If the Dusk Treasured Light caused this place to become the End of Law Realm, did it mean he had set himself up?
The ground was scattered with paper ashes, the woman in the red wedding dress ignited and died from blood energy, the only remnant.
Once unbeatable, now merely the emitted blood energy could annihilate her countless times.
Compared to mortal state, his combat power had terrifyingly enhanced.
The ’game’ difficulty, once at nightmare level, dropped to easy mode.
Jia Ren’s state hadn’t returned to peak; the worst was still above Golden Immortal level combat power, if supplemented with blood energy, peak recovery was imminent.
Where were the treasures like the Profound Heaven Suppressing Immortal Demon Pagoda and Heaven and Earth Mountain and Sea Pearl?
Were there accomplices at this site that once sieged him?
Possibly, the Evil Corpse.
He needed to find relevant intelligence in the Netherworld.
Jia Ren glanced at the realm of battle remnants, hesitated briefly, and did not venture deeper, fearing to touch the opponent’s corruptive power, attracting this horrifying Dao Ancestor.
With a gentle leap, he already flew into the pit.
The paper figure and the bridal sedan disappeared without trace.
"Huh, not dead?"
"Is this a substitute?!"
Jia Ren’s nose twitched slightly, catching a scent imperceptible to ordinary people, his form leapt, already soaring up, through the fog layer.
Upon landing, appeared dozens of miles away.
This is an ancient, desolate village. On the left stand numerous towering grave mounds, and the ground is scattered with white lanterns and paper money.
The white lanterns are identical to the lantern Jia Ren is holding; those unaware might think they originated here.
From within the earthen mounds comes the sound of coffin boards vibrating, used for communication.
The right side of the village is an entirely different extreme.
Red lanterns hang everywhere, swaying in the wind.
Happy marriage symbols are pasted all around, and red paper figures can be seen walking about.
Paper figures carrying bridal sedans return and, upon entering the right side, their bodies flatten and drift into the brightly decorated houses.
Thud thud!
A red coffin opens, revealing a paper figurine in a red wedding dress, her face retaining fear as her flattened body gradually fills out.
Who is he?
Could he be the fallen Emperor of Fengdu, returning?
"We can’t stay here!"
Just the blood energy is enough to kill me, proving the opponent’s terrifying nature.
If not for the paper figures retaining the infused aura, I would have truly died.
Her original body is destroyed, and she can only live on as a paper figure.
Without a trace of reluctance, she prepares to flee with valuable belongings.
As Jia Ren just lands outside the village, an old voice rings out: "Please, sir, leave!"
The earth and coffin lids burst open, and corpses rise from their graves.
The scattered paper money is absorbed by an invisible force, and in an instant, it forms a yellow paper dragon.
Every piece of square-outlined yellow paper money seems like a patch of ’Dragon Scales,’ eyes open and glisten blackly.
This aura is even more terrifying than the red wedding dress woman.
Jia Ren pays no heed.
True Dragons exist merely for my bloodpumping practice, and a paper-muddled dragon dares try to scare me?
Is this your ultimate move?
He releases his blood energy, letting a thread escape.
Like a blood-red sun rising, its light shines in all directions.
Under the blood-red sunlight, the dried corpses, paper figures, and paper dragon disintegrate instantly, entirely vanishing into smoke.
As the figure intended to speak, its voice was abruptly cut off, and a gaunt silhouette was swallowed by the blood-red sun before it could escape, its bones annihilated.
The festive area was overtaken by blood energy, and a figure in a red wedding dress looked over, seemingly with a voice emerging.
"I almost married an emperor..."
The village vanished in an instant, all eerie auras and forces purified without a trace.
With his own strength to confront the ghostly entities, releasing a thread of aura spells absolute destruction.
Jia Ren settled the ones who almost killed him, including the old traitor, feeling much relieved as he headed directly for Fengdu City.
No matter how many secrets this place holds, they will ultimately be revealed.
In Fengdu City, the two Ghost Masks in charge felt Jia Ren’s gaze and lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact.
The perceptive ghostly beings sensed something was off and retreated.
Without any hindrance, he headed to the core of Fengdu, where the Ghost Guards blocked his path, brandishing their weapons.
"Stop where you are!"
Jia Ren remained indifferent, striding forward, as two black chains wrapped around his neck.
Blood energy erupted like a torrent flood, sweeping away as he was about to act; the guards crisped into ashes, their Mysterious Instruments purified.
"Friend, calm your anger! I ask you to show mercy."
"You’ve finally arrived; I’ve been waiting long for you."
Within the grand hall, an old voice emanated, and a seemingly illusory spiritual body appeared, with eyes subtly red, nearly matching the curfew’s red glow.
"Who are you?"
Jia Ren gazed at the spiritual entity, unaware of this person’s identity.
"You’ve experienced too many reincarnations, your memories aren’t fully restored."
"The others call me the Emperor of Fengdu."
"I was influenced and polluted by your Evil Corpse, losing control at night."
"This is what I’ve been keeping for you, and since you’ve recovered some of your power, it should return to its rightful owner."
"I have but one request: help me resolve this pollution."
A black tower with ninety-nine levels rose from his palm, its black jade dull and lifeless, yet sensing its owner’s aura, it began to revive.
The black tower landed in his hand, the Unity Force washing it clean, confirming no issues, it flew into the empty Dantian.
Power erupted within, the Dantian Cave Heaven emerged, the lost Star Immortal Orifices recovered, totaling three hundred and sixty-five.
Have I ascended in my Immortal Path to the Daluo Golden Immortal?
Before more thoughts arose, a terrible aura descended upon the place.
The black robe billowed arrogantly, eyes glimmering with deep malice, identical to Jia Ren himself.
"Every cycle of reincarnation makes you weaker!"
"The more I kill you, the more I can truly replace you."