Chapter 813
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Chapter 813 Untitled
Zhang Yu knew that Yingxintian used the corpses and true spirits of its ancestors as a cover in order to store and hide the power of the cave heaven.
After finding the corpse of his ancestor, he took it into his cave and freed the body before he could obtain the power of the cave left by Ying Xintian.
But now, the corpse that he had sensed was located in a corner of the labyrinthine office area and had been motionless all along was moving at high speed.
In particular, Zhang Yu could also sense a restless emotion constantly being transmitted to him.
"Could it be that someone discovered it?"
"The remains of our ancestors were taken away by someone else?"
Upon realizing this, Zhang Yu's gaze sharpened, and his figure transformed into a gust of wind, rapidly approaching the still-moving corpse.
Along the way, Zhang Yu could see more and more soul cultivators and cultivators appearing in the maze.
Through their brief conversation, Zhang Yu also learned that as the spatial structure of the labyrinth has changed, it seems that more exploration routes have been discovered and more areas that were previously difficult to find have been discovered.
……
A team of explorers and corpse collectors belonging to the Netherworld Palace is currently undertaking a new mission to explore the labyrinth.
The cultivator leading the team was named Ming Jue, a level 2 Netherworld Palace official with extensive experience in exploring mazes.
Unlike the Myriad Laws Sect, the forces stationed in the Old Graveyard by the Netherworld Palace have always maintained the mission of exploring the labyrinth and have always kept the configuration of corpse-collecting teams to retrieve corpse parts from the labyrinth.
As an experienced leader of a corpse-collecting team, Mingjue believed that the most valuable lesson he learned from exploring the labyrinth was: don't explore.
"The previous maze was too dangerous."
Ming Jue thought to himself, "In this chaotic space, my sense of direction is completely destroyed. The path I see ahead and the actual route I take feel completely different in terms of direction and distance."
"One wrong step could lead to a complete upheaval, with the world turning upside down and the surrounding environment being utterly altered."
"And once you get lost, it may take months, years, or even a lifetime to get out."
"And all sorts of random, crazed corpse parts..."
Mingjue recalled a time when he went too deep into the office area and got lost there for more than half a year. He had to fight and hunt corpses every day and eventually eat them to replenish his energy.
Every time Mingjue thinks about that process, he feels a pang of heartache.
"Who knew that the corpses in the coffins were all in dire straits? The perfectly good body parts couldn't be taken out to sell, so they could only be eaten on the spot..."
The thought of the money he earned less caused Mingjue pain. At that moment, he felt he understood the pain of the ancients who ate corpses during the Great Famine.
So... ever since that corpse-collecting mission ended, Mingjue never dared to venture deep into the labyrinth to collect corpses again.
In every mission thereafter, he would only wander around the shallowest part of the maze, like an incompetent husband who went in as if he hadn't gone in at all, and quickly came out before he even felt anything.
Logically speaking, Ming Jue's slacking off would result in a very poor performance record, which would inevitably affect his annual evaluation.
However, it was precisely because of his opportunistic behavior that, although he did not gain much benefit, he avoided many losses for the entire group, and their overall performance was not the worst.
"Indeed, the more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; and if you do nothing, you make no mistakes."
After that, Mingjue became increasingly hesitant to venture deeper into the labyrinth, until this time the labyrinth underwent a change, and the Netherworld Palace increased its investment in exploring the labyrinth.
At the same time, Mingjue also discovered that although the current maze was still very dangerous, it was much better than in the past.
"At least the problem of spatial distortion isn't as serious anymore," Ming Jue thought to himself. "The possibility of getting lost has been reduced considerably."
It is precisely because of this that Mingjue's exploration this time went a little deeper.
A series of whooshing sounds rang out, and a black torrent had already passed through the chaotic space in front of Ming Jue and the others.
Seeing this, Ming Jue immediately ordered everyone to stop: "It's a zombie horde! Stop breathing and enter a state of silence!"
The so-called zombie horde, as Mingjue knows it, is a special phenomenon in the labyrinthine old graveyard.
The numerous corpses, carrying the deepest yearning for breathing and spiritual energy within their bodies, subconsciously rushed towards the direction where spiritual energy was more abundant.
When a large number of corpse parts are handled together, a torrent of corpses is formed, gushing out and inhaling the corpse parts.
This torrent, following the changes and surges within the labyrinth, swirls back and forth within it. Driven by a feeding instinct, it devours any living matter it encounters along the way, such as other corpses or the people exploring the labyrinth.
Just as Ming Jue breathed a sigh of relief as the horde of zombies passed by and disappeared in front of him, he suddenly sensed something strange coming from ahead.
"That's... the direction the zombie horde came from."
The surrounding spiritual energy and yin energy rapidly decreased, as if a black hole was frantically devouring everything in the air.
Ming Jue also reacted instantly: "Something is frantically absorbing spiritual energy. The zombie horde left because it sensed the change in spiritual energy concentration. It was essentially driven away by this thing."
The tool manual for the office area immediately appeared in Ming Jue's mind. It contained introductions to various tools in the office area before the appearance of the maze, and now more and more of these tools have turned into crazed corpses.
Just as Mingjue was trying to figure out what was frantically absorbing spiritual energy, a figure rapidly approached from the direction the zombie horde was coming from.
When he saw that figure, Ming Jue's gaze sharpened slightly: "That is..."
Her complexion was rosy, and her skin was plump and firm; she looked like a living person.
But the next moment, when Mingjue tried to search for the other party's identity information, he was unable to obtain any information from the spirit world.
Instead, it was through some markings on the other party that Mingjue was able to confirm their origin.
"Is it from the Myriad Laws Sect?" Ming Jue was slightly surprised. Just as he was about to continue investigating, he found that the Spirit Realm was experiencing some lag.
He clicked his tongue and could only wait helplessly.
Mingjue knew that the connection to the spirit world in the maze was always unreliable, and the deeper one went, the more severe the lag became, and there was even a complete disconnection.
The next moment, as the information from the spirit realm refreshed once again, Ming Jue looked at the data that appeared before him and his heart stirred slightly: "The Wanfa Sect cultivator who sacrificed himself in the war between good and evil... is this a corpse?"
After a moment of careful observation, Ming Jue discovered that the other party indeed showed no signs of life and did not respond to the spiritual messages he sent.
On the contrary, as the other party gradually approached, he felt an increasingly strong aura of death.
"Good corpse energy..."
As a member of the Netherworld Palace, Mingjue had a considerable understanding of all kinds of corpses, body parts, and flesh, and could immediately sense that the quality of this corpse was not low.
Furthermore, the fact that this corpse was involved in the war between good and evil makes it even more valuable.
"Even if it's just for collectible value, it should be worth at least tens of thousands of immortal coins, right?"
"Moreover, this corpse was very likely placed here by Ying Xintian, which would make it even more valuable."
"This is my destiny!"
The next moment, Ming Jue used the Daoist arts of the Netherworld Palace to suppress the corpse.
But in the next instant, he saw the corpse dart away like a startled animal.
"Chase!"
But the corpse was moving incredibly fast, and the chaotic space of the maze seemed to have no effect on it.
In contrast, Mingjue and his companions were afraid of getting lost in the maze, so they had to proceed cautiously, which naturally slowed them down.
As they continued their journey, Mingjue could sense that more and more cultivators were fixing their gazes on the corpse.
Mingjue couldn't help but loudly warn, "This is what we found first, and it already belongs to the Netherworld Palace."
On the other side, as Zhang Yu gradually approached the corpse of his ancestor, he suddenly noticed something: "This corpse of my ancestor... seems to be moving in the direction I am."
"Is she actively trying to get closer to me?"
Why did this suddenly happen?
Zhanxian guessed, "Perhaps... it's because of Ying Aikun, a member of the Ying family."
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Ying Ai Kun?"
Zhanxian said, "You should have guessed it by now. Judging from what has happened these past few days, the changes in the labyrinth have probably attracted the attention of many people. And this Ying Aikun is probably here to compete for the legacy left by our master."
"But the Grandmaster himself was not someone who believed in the transmission of bloodlines."
"Although the bloodline of immortals does indeed transmit power, it cannot transmit a person's ideals or thoughts."
Zhanxian sighed, "So a long time ago, our master deliberately weakened the power of his own bloodline. He hoped that his legacy could be passed on through ideas and thoughts, rather than simply through bloodlines."
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "So the advancement of the immortal descendants has nothing to do with bloodline, but rather with constantly engaging with Ying Xintian's ideas."
Zhanxian said, "So... perhaps it was because it sensed the arrival of a bloodline descendant like Ying Aikun that the ancestral corpse became more restless, wanting to get closer to you and transfer the power of the cave to you."
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Ying Xintian didn't want to pass on the power of the cave to his bloodline descendants, so the arrival of his bloodline descendants actually gave me a boost?"
Just as Zhang Yu was pondering, the raging wind he had transformed into finally arrived near the body of his ancestor.
But at this moment, multiple forces have gathered around the ancestor's corpse, all seemingly eyeing this high-quality body and preparing to fight over it.
Mingjue continuously sent out spiritual messages to the surrounding area: "Everyone, this is the property of our Netherworld Palace. The person in charge I sent has arrived. Please do not take action to avoid unnecessary losses."
Someone sneered, "Just because you see it doesn't mean it's yours? Isn't the Netherworld Palace being a bit too domineering?"
Someone else said, "If the Netherworld Palace wants it, no problem. Just buy it and distribute the money to everyone present."
Someone else shouted, "I'll offer 30 immortal coins to buy this corpse."
Upon hearing these words, many cultivators immediately praised them and expressed their support.
Immediately, another cultivator offered 40 immortal coins, gaining even more support.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Is everyone just trying to rob me by throwing money at me? Where am I going to get that many immortal coins..."
But the next moment, with a sudden pause in the spirit world, everyone present was shocked to find that their surroundings had been cut off from the external spirit world.
Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat: "The internet's down..."
"Should we just take it by force?"
"Wouldn't that be against the rules of Kunxu?"
Just as this thought came to Zhang Yu's mind, he saw a pair of large, dark hands suddenly grab at the corpse of his ancestor.
This attack was like igniting a powder keg. In Zhang Yu's perception, at least a dozen people attacked the corpse of his ancestor in an instant. Various kinds of lightning, evil energy, blood light, sword energy... all shot into the sky and collided into a mass in an instant.
Zhang Yu also noticed that each of these people deliberately concealed their identities, making it impossible to tell who wanted to seize the ancestor's body.
"These guys..." Zhang Yu thought to himself, "One moment they were negotiating the price, and the next they're all making a move." Zhan Xian said, "This is Kunxu. The reason why cultivators usually abide by the law is simply because there is a powerful regulatory force. The cost of breaking the law is too high for them... not worth it."
"And as long as there is no oversight and the profits are enough, there is nothing they wouldn't dare to do."
Just then, a shout came from the air: "I am Ying Aikun, a descendant of the Tai Zhen Immortal Clan and a direct descendant of Ying Xintian. This corpse was kept by my ancestors. If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for using my murder warrant to legally kill someone."
Just as Zhang Yu's heart sank, thinking that Ying Aikun had arrived, he heard someone shout again: "Hmph, how dare a traitor of the Myriad Laws act so arrogantly? I am Zhang Yu of the Youxin Department of the Myriad Laws Sect. If you don't get out of here, I'll call Bu Daojun here..."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu almost laughed out of anger: "Damn it... hiding your identity is one thing, but to impersonate someone else is another, huh?"
At this moment, Zhang Yu also realized that both this "Zhang Yu" and the "Ying Aikun" who had just spoken were imposters.
"If the real Ying Aikun were here, he would probably have already issued the warrant for legal killing and taken action. Why would he waste so much time talking?"
At the same time, as many cultivators present made their moves to scramble for the ancestor's corpse, the corpse kept dodging and continued to approach Zhang Yu.
Seeing this opportunity, Zhang Yu immediately carried the corpse of his ancestor to a location where spatial distortion was more severe.
The next moment, taking advantage of the gap before everyone arrived, he stretched out a hand from the gale and grabbed the corpse of his ancestor, taking it into his own cave.
Before everyone's eyes, a blurry figure suddenly appeared from the raging wind and snatched the corpse away.
Seeing this, the many cultivators who were chasing after them all shouted in unison.
"stop!"
"My corpse! Release me right now!"
"If you want the corpse, leave behind some immortal coins!"
In an instant, all sorts of lightning, fire, qi, flying swords, and magical treasures bombarded Zhang Yu's location. With the combined efforts of numerous cultivators, terrifying power converged, seemingly evaporating everything in the entire space. It even seemed that the air itself was compressed into a tangible form by this incomparably powerful force.
But under such circumstances, Zhang Yu once again transformed into the wind, like a wisp of air, and with the collision and explosion of forces, he dissipated into the world.
"What about people?"
"Where did you go?"
Zhang Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thanks to the transformative power of the Blood Tide Essence Holy View, ordinary methods can't harm me, let alone capture me."
Just as Zhang Yu was about to leave the scene with the airflow, an incomparably powerful pressure suddenly descended from the sky, causing everyone present to feel their blood and qi surge, their magical power fluctuate, and a nameless panic welled up in their hearts.
Zhang Yu's heart sank even further: "It's the Void Refinement Realm."
Zhanxian quickly said, "Get out of the way! It's the power of the law!"
The next moment, the entire space was completely sealed off, and countless chains descended from the sky, binding all the cultivators present.
Faced with these indestructible and all-encompassing chains, all resistance seemed like a joke.
Whether it was surging qi, swift lightning and fire, or various magical treasures and flying swords, they were all bound by chains that descended from the sky at this moment.
Even the many cultivators present were rolled up and bound one by one, and thrown together like crabs, powerless to resist.
At the same time, Zhang Yu, who had already turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the world, suddenly felt a strong sense of being locked on.
With a loud crash, countless black iron chains rose up from all directions, surrounding Zhang Yu.
Even the invisible whirlwind that Zhang Yu transformed into could not penetrate the chains that bound him.
At the same time, a cold male voice came from high above: "Young man, why don't you put down this opportunity immediately?"
Ming Jue, who was not far away, thought to himself, "Minister Xie has arrived. With the minister's power and the law, no one here can escape."
But the next moment, a surprised exclamation came from high above.
Minister Xie sensed something below and thought to himself, "It's gone?"
……
Meanwhile, inside Zhang Yu's cave, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, after the Immortal Descendant was upgraded to level 3, living things could enter it, and I was able to hide inside as well."
Zhang Yu's clone had previously entered the cave, and he later tried to enter it himself. Now, facing the danger of the Void Refinement cultivator, he directly hid inside the cave.
"But that Void Refinement cultivator... I wonder if he'll stay outside the whole time?"
But Zhang Yu had no time to think about all that, because ever since his ancestor's body was taken into the cave, streams of thoughts had been flowing toward him, and now they were eager to pull him into a dream made up of memories.
Zhang Yu, who was temporarily safe, stopped resisting and accepted the invitation. The light and darkness in front of him changed, and the scene changed.
……
What appeared before Zhang Yu, Zhan Xian, and Fu Ji was an immense battle that spanned tens of thousands of miles of land and sky.
In this great battle, countless cultivators fell one after another, and the collapse of mountains and the overturning of rivers and seas seemed to have become commonplace.
As the intensity of the war continued to escalate, countless ordinary people were displaced and lived in constant fear. With the spread of the war's aftermath, the plummeting of food production, the spread of plagues, and the collapse of order, the number of human deaths continued to soar.
"This is the battle between good and evil."
A young-looking cultivator looked down at the vast city, which was mostly empty, and at the countless broken corpses that had died in the blood sacrifice. His eyes revealed a trace of deep-seated hatred.
His name was Jun Xuance, one of the true disciples of the Wanfa Sect. He was extremely righteous and hated evil, and took it upon himself to suppress the demonic path.
As the war between the righteous and the demonic forces unfolded, Jun Xuance fearlessly rushed to the front lines, slaughtering demonic cultivators in all directions.
Every time he saw a town being slaughtered by demonic cultivators, his hatred for the demonic path grew stronger day by day.
This time, however, the murderous intent and hatred in his heart were unprecedented.
"Qimengyun!"
Looking at the woman who had crippled his senior brother Ling Feng, Jun Xuance's killing intent surged.
Jun Xuance pointed to the city below and said, "Did you kill all these people?"
Qi Mengyun casually touched her belly and said, "They have shed the constraints of their physical bodies and are now with me."
Jun Xuance said coldly, "You ate them all?"
Qi Mengyun said calmly, "It's not about eating, it's about saving."
"If I hadn't intervened, they would have died sooner or later in the aftermath of your war."
“I saved them and let them share in my immortality.”
"Have you, these high and mighty disciples of the myriad laws, ever truly cared about the common people under heaven?"
"Those you can't save, I will save..."
Without listening any longer, Jun Xuance unleashed a sword strike and roared, "Die!"
As the two fought fiercely, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were instantly turned into scorched earth, and the seas, rivers, lakes and estuaries were all evaporated in the process.
As the battle continues, murderous intent, anger, and contradictions accumulate, just like the entire war between good and evil, constantly drawing in more forces and causing greater chaos.
"Senior brother! I'm here to help you!"
Another cultivator arrived and joined forces with Jun Xuance, vowing to kill Qi Mengyun, the traitor of all laws.
At the same time, another demonic cultivator arrived and said, "Junior sister, I'll hold them off. You go and save the people first."
Qi Mengyun nodded slightly, and the next moment she opened her mouth and inhaled, turning the villagers of a mountain village into hundreds of streaks of bloody light, which she swallowed into her belly in one gulp.
Seeing this scene, Jun Xuance's eyes widened in fury, and the sword energy within his body surged even more violently.
However, as the number of reinforcements from both sides continued to increase, Jun Xuance was ultimately unable to kill his opponent and could only fight and retreat, eventually moving to another battlefield.
As the battle continued, familiar figures gradually disappeared from Jun Xuance's sight.
"Junior Brother Ye, Senior Uncle Wang, Junior Sister Chu, Senior Brother Ling Feng..."
One after another, disciples of the Myriad Laws Sect threw themselves into this great war in order to uphold the righteous path, protect all living beings, and fight against the demonic path. In the end, they were consumed by this great war like firewood and disappeared into the world.
But Jun Xuance knew that neither they nor he himself would regret this.
"Good and evil cannot coexist..."
Whether it was the teachings of his master, the actions of the demonic path itself, or the entanglements of grudges between the two sides... everything made Jun Xuance vow to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, and to kill all demonic cultivators in the world.
Thus, time and time again he fought bravely, time and time again he watched his comrades dwindle, time and time again he faced the threat of death, but none of this made Jun Xuance back down an inch.
Even if only one member of the Myriad Laws Sect is left, Jun Xuance will fight the demonic path to the very end.
However, with the raging flames of demonic energy and their sheer numbers, along with various quick-learning techniques, the number of demonic cultivators expanded rapidly and grew at an astounding pace, quickly gaining the upper hand in the war between the righteous and the demonic.
Despite the desperate resistance of many righteous cultivators, they were still unable to stop the retreat of the battle lines.
However, Jun Xuance still did not back down. Even if he died fighting, he would fight the demonic path to the last moment.
However, when he saw mortals willingly throwing themselves into the embrace of the demonic sect, and when he saw mortals voluntarily abandoning their physical bodies and rushing to enter the Heavenly Demon Banner, Jun Xuance suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.
"why?"
"We fought to the death and sacrificed so much to protect mortals."
"So they...they actually chose the demonic path? They joined the demonic sect?"
Faced with Jun Xuance's confusion, Ying Xintian said, "Don't blame them. Everything in this world is shaped by the strong. Mortals have no choice. They are too weak, lacking the ability, energy, and time to understand the various truths of this world and to obtain enough information before making a judgment."
"All the choices that mortals make are influenced and coerced by the righteous and the demonic paths."
"More and more mortals are willing to join the demonic sect, simply because we, as the righteous path, are still too weak. It's just that we failed to defeat the demonic path and failed to protect these mortals."
Looking at Ying Xintian's tall figure, Jun Xuance sensed a hint of weariness.
“Senior brother,” Jun Xuance said firmly, “No matter the outcome, I will fight the Demonic Sect to the very last moment.”
But six months later, when Ying Xintian reappeared before Jun Xuance, Jun Xuance asked angrily, "Ying Xintian, what do you mean by 'the right way to use the demonic path'?"
(End of this chapter)