Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 300 - 297: Human Nest Plague Furnace

Chapter 300: Chapter 297: Human Nest Plague Furnace

If those "yowling" plague demons being skinned still looked somewhat normal,

then the sights of the mass graves at this moment were truly the stuff of nightmares.

As the sacrificial dance of the Naiman clansmen approached its climax, everyone’s thoughts merged into the ritual.

And the power of the "Earth Mother Dark Heaven" was continually guided by them, thunderously piercing into the mass graves.

The next moment, a blinding bloody Buddha light instantly swallowed all the living people and corpses in the pit.

In the Buddha light, everyone began to melt away, but the corpses melted faster, practically turning into a red and yellow stench of corpse water in just a few breaths.

Turning the five mass graves into five terrifying blood lakes.

Countless "fine worms," used to breed rat plague, began to rapidly multiply in the corpse water, and the plague’s red and yellow mist grew thicker.

And the fate of those living people wailing in the corpse water was even more pitiful.

Their bodies, after melting halfway, joined back to back and slowly fused together like the "Dual Body Dharma Form."

Spine, neck, skull...

In a chorus of sounds that made one’s teeth sour, they ultimately became extremely misshapen and twisted figures.

Overall, they resembled a bloated gourd with four limbs for support.

But the supporting limbs were four hollow human legs, root-like, deeply burrowed into the corpse water of the graves, "gurgling" as they sucked up the fine worms cultivated within.

Their abdomens bizarrely swelled into a ball, their internal organs such as the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, gallbladder... and so on, first liquefied into fluid, then vaporized into mist.

Stretching their stomach and even their chest cavities larger and larger.

All four arms dissolved entirely, while the two heads merged into the upper half of the gourd.

Each pair of features forcibly joined together, resembling a chaotic abstract painting, with eyes, nose, and ears erratically scattered across a sphere.

At the apex of the sphere lay a gaping, bloody hole, encircled by mismatched layers of black and yellow teeth from both individuals.

What was once considered a human head now resembled more of a grotesque worm, mouth gaping, greedily devouring all flesh and blood in time.

Through what used to be the throat, one could clearly see the turbulent murky liquid within the abdominal cavity.

And the gourd-shaped deformity altogether looked more like a bizarre pill furnace.

— "Human Nest Plague Furnace!"

Fortunately for the Naiman people surrounding the graves, whose minds were highly concentrated and infected by the feverish sacrificial dance,

Otherwise, even though they were accustomed to strange sights on these eerie plains,

The sight before them would’ve likely made them vomit until darkness swallowed the sky.

But that wasn’t all.

The plague demons, resembling skinned yellow weasels, after leaping into the graves, burrowed through the back door into their bellies.

Submerged in the liquid of the "Human Nest Plague Furnace," they curled up as if they had returned to the womb, the skinless crimson bodies sinking into a deep slumber.

As they absorbed the corpse water, they grew larger, their aura stronger, and the concentration of rat plague worms inside them higher.

"Aaaaahhhhh..."

But the wails from the mass graves grew even more mournful.

These sounds were not from those plague demons, but from the thousand "pill furnaces."

Throughout the whole process, they were agonizingly conscious, continuously screaming in horror from their throats, helplessly witnessing their own gradual monstrous transformation.

Seeking life they could not find, seeking death they could not achieve!

While they involuntarily nurtured the plague demons, they also poured all their infinite hatred for the living into them.

Making the rat plague even more terrifying.

"Excellent, excellent, the Plague, Death, and Fertility have all been achieved, the effect is very good," said the Great Shaman overlooking the ceremony, not with compassion, but with repeated nods of satisfaction.

In fact, this whole process was like using specially made pill furnaces for the Yellow and White Refining technique, all to breed the strongest plague demons!

Then to summon the billions of rodents from the plains, creating a tidal wave of rat plagues, submerging White Cloud Pass and the entire Great Yan North Border.

As long as they could control a few of the strongest plague demons, the harm to the Naiman tribes would be within manageable bounds.

Moreover, under the rule of the "Heaven Righteous Dharma Dao," the lives of the Desert North’s people were consumables anyway.

As long as they are not extinct, even if they traded ten percent of their population for ten percent of Great Yan’s, or twenty percent for twenty percent, they could afford it, and would even welcome it.

After all, this nation’s core was the Sect, the "gods" as the elite class; the losses of the lower classes would not shake the ruling foundation of the upper echelons.

No rat plague could infect those transcendental rulers.

"This... how ruthless!"

Wang Yuan was deeply shocked by this extremely brutal scene, it took him a long while to regain his senses.

Glancing with the corner of his eye at the Dual Body Dharma Form of the Strange Immortal on the Dharma Altar, his gaze flickered, and he couldn’t help but wonder:

"Something seems off about this ’Earth Mother Dark Heaven.’

All the rituals were led by those Shamans’ Dharma drums, not once was she actively casting.

She doesn’t resemble a wise ’Green Seal Strange Immortal’ at all, but more like a... humanoid Deceit Object!

The intelligence from Guanlan Pavilion said that she was originally a Buddhist cultivator, now transformed into a Strange Immortal for many years, could it be she’s been almost devoured by that ’Heavenly Official · Cang God’?"

"The Killing Dao Fruit" is not the flawless "Immortality Dao Fruit"; the so-called immortality achieved is naturally imperfect as well.

Master Ge, who once went through great hardship to plan the "Small Book of Life and Death" and sought to achieve Immortal Ascension through orthodox means, had already seen through this, clearly and thoroughly.

Stealing a "Killing Dao Fruit" through the "Killing Banquet," one would gradually be stripped of humanity to be filled with deceit while achieving the status of a "Strange Immortal."

What belonged to a person would be lost bit by bit, and then slowly replaced by those things from beyond the Heavenly Gate.

As time went on, the mind would gradually break down and warp, and the "Strange Immortal" that existed in the world for ages would no longer be recognizable as any known entity.

The longer one lived and the higher the realm—closer to the Great Dao—one reached, the more pronounced this condition became.

It was an irreversible loss of humanity, even more complete than when being a "Weird" entity.

In fact, reversal was no longer necessary, for this process of losing humanity was itself the process of being slowly "eaten" away by the "Heavenly Official."

What the "Heavenly Official" ate, of course, could not possibly be regurgitated.

The remaining "shell" would become more chaotic, cold, aloof, paranoid, mad, hysterical, unpredictable, and extremely dangerous.

All the adjectives that could be applied to a madman could also be applied to them, and even the symptoms were somewhat similar.

This "Earth Mother of Dark Heaven" might not look like a madman, but it was this pre-storm indifference and unpredictability that made her even more unsettling.

"On the other hand, that ’One-Eyed Stone Man’ is truly sober in the mortal world. His greatest wish is merely to free himself from the shackles of the Turbid River.

His path to cultivation is even more orthodox than many human magicians.

After painstakingly collecting thirty-six Clear and Muddy Treasure Beads full of Dragon Energy to control the deceit nature, he has maintained his humanity well up to now.

Although his Taoist Ability may not be as advanced as this ’Earth Mother of Dark Heaven,’ he has preserved the most precious ’self.’

However, madmen do have their advantages, and it’s all about whether I can seize the opportunity..."

With this thought, Wang Yuan reached out and touched the "Heart Communication Conch" he carried on his person.

Just then.

Boom—!

An earth-shattering thunder suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

It was because those "Heavenly Girls" had given birth to a sufficient number of "Plague Demons" to occupy over a thousand "Human Nest Plague Furnaces."

The cries of agony from the coast of the North Sea had finally reached their peak.

Even the resentment of the ghost souls trapped in the Corpse Water surged skyward.

Perhaps it was such an extremely yin and evil magic that hurt the heavenly harmony too much, even the Heavenly Dao, deadlocked and undecided in the battle, could no longer stand by.

Thunder rumbled above the North Sea, and bolts of lightning flashed like colossal swords cleaving the skies within the clouds.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was stirring the air above the five mass graves, slowly forming a vortex of thunder, with the majestic might of Heaven seemingly ready to crash down at any moment.

Thump thump thump...

The Great Shaman, dressed in colorful garment, hurriedly led his subordinates to beat the drum again, shouting loudly,

"Quick! Initiate the final ’Reincarnation’!"

No sooner had his voice fallen than from the depths of the dark North Sea, there suddenly came a deep sound of a gate opening and closing.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan’s eyes lit up.

The True Qi from the "Heavenly Department Dao Skill · Earthly Que Golden Book" coursing through his body responded fervently to that mysterious being underwater.

The "Earth Gate" was actually being opened by them at this moment!

Immediately.

Golden Buddha light flickered, and from the five mass graves, wronged souls were freed one after another.

Climbing out of the mass graves in a long line, they reached the Dharma Altar below and bowed deeply to the "Earth Mother of Dark Heaven."

Then, one by one, they walked into the sea and in the blink of an eye, plunged back into reincarnation.

As the resentment in the mass graves dissipated, the sky above remained covered with dark clouds, but the mighty power of Heaven ultimately did not come crashing down.

Wang Yuan’s eyes darted, and the power of "King of Ten Thousand Ghosts" was activated; in a blink, he took possession of one of the ghost souls.

With the power, no one could detect any flaw.

So he casually walked up to the "Earth Mother of Dark Heaven" with the "Heart Communication Conch," bowed, and then followed the multitude into the water.

At the same time, the voice of the "Heart Communication Conch" rang out in Wang Yuan’s heart:

"Balance!"

Although the difference in levels was huge and the mind’s voice he could hear was extremely limited, there was still the single word "balance."

But Wang Yuan, who was no less than a Half-Step Yellow Seal, no longer needed the "Heart Communication Conch" to provide him with more information.

The dual-sexed deity "Earth Mother of Dark Heaven" Aoxin possessed the powers of both "[Plague]" and "[Death]," "[Reincarnation]" and "[Fertility]."

Living people and godly figures dying equated to "[Death]," corpses becoming breeding grounds for the rat plague equated to "[Plague]," Heavenly Girls giving birth to plague minions equated to "[Fertility]."

Ultimately, those suffering souls must gain relief and enter into "[Reincarnation]"!

Only then could "balance" be truly achieved, and it was a taboo that "Earth Mother of Dark Heaven" had to honor.

And the only chance for Wang Yuan to thwart the formation of the plague, even achieving the ritual to become a Yellow Seal, was to break this balance, forcing her and the "Heaven Righteous Dharma Dao" to suffer their own poison!

"The Spring Festival needs to last for seven days, and I need to be the ’gatekeeper’ for six days, then..."

With a flash of lightning in his mind, a sinister plan quietly took root in his thoughts.