Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 432 - 429: Is Corpse Dissection Immortal a Wrong Path of Immortal Dao?!

Chapter 432: Chapter 429: Is Corpse Dissection Immortal a Wrong Path of Immortal Dao?!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the black and red sky suddenly cracked, spiderweb-like fissures appearing everywhere.

Then with another loud bang, it exploded, revealing a huge black void.

"Haha, the array eye is here, found it!"

After almost breaking through the "Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts" of the Moluo four islands, the towering figure engulfed in a deadly aura, the "Eighteen Mud Plough Ghost King," crashed down.

Invading the core of the formation space within the Jing Gate.

Enveloped in an extremely dense black and red mist,

one could vaguely see an array flag fluttering on top of a crimson dharma altar, with endless surge of negative energy gushing out "bursting from bone to bone."

In the sky, it took the shape of various ferocious skulls and beast heads, roaring silently at Wang Yuan and his party.

With Old Black as an inside man, many secrets were intermittently leaked out, falling into the hands of Wang Yuan.

The main body of this negative energy should be the "Earth Spirit Qi·Hundred Beasts Evil" used in the cultivation of the "Demon Master Dao."

In the depths of Cangmu Mountain, there is a huge natural cave called "Hundred Beasts Cave."

Every ten days, demon mages would throw in a hundred ferocious beasts, carefully bred with secret medicine, and let them fight and devour each other.

Apart from the victor, all that remained were white bones.

Approximately every two to three months, an unbeaten King of Beasts would be born, suitable for creating outstanding "Artificial Demons" and "Artificial Abnormalities."

Even if the breeding failed, they could use the essence blood and souls left behind from their vicious battles to refine into "Hundred Beasts Evil."

At this moment,

somewhere above the crimson dharma altar stood a quiet figure, with thick Hundred Beasts Evil constantly flowing into his body, allowing him to float off the ground, hovering in mid-air.

"There’s only one person guarding the formation inside Jing Gate?"

Wang Yuan and the other four exchanged glances and moved the "Eighteen Mud Plough Ghost King" forward slowly.

This also allowed them to see clearly the person’s appearance.

He was wearing a tattered kasaya, and on an exceptionally large head, two identical ferocious faces were squeezed together, with samurai swords at his waist.

A hot yet suppressing breath churned ceaselessly within him.

Standing before him, it was as if one was not facing a man, but a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

The "Heart Communication Conch" immediately spoke up, delivering the details of the opponent to Wang Yuan’s ears.

"Artificial Abnormality·Double-Faced Suyu":

Usually, a hundred beasts are put into the Hundred Beasts Cave, but once, the Taoist Master of Heavenly Prison got a whim.

He collected a hundred innately deformed people from around the Moluo islands and threw them in, letting them fight to the death.

This characteristic is also known as "Innate Strange Phenomena·Heavenly Flawed Appearance" (it is said that those with heavy debts from a past life continue to suffer in this life, accumulating blessings for their next life).

The final survivor was then turned into a living Buddha, and eventually led to the creation of a very fierce "Artificial Abnormality."

Ability: Disaster Avatar·Living Volcano.

In Moluo, the country of volcanos, floods, droughts, earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, volcanic eruptions...abnormal weather is frequent.

Compared to the surrounding countries of Great Yan, it could almost be called a garden of natural disasters.

The misery of a hundred kinds of "Heavenly Flawed Appearances" just attracted one kind of natural disaster’s "knowledge."

Allowing "Double-Faced Suyu" to become the avatar of a volcanic disaster!

Taboo: Water and fire are heartless; in the face of disaster, it does not distinguish between high-ranking officials and commoners, treating everyone equally.

To survive against this abnormality, the only way is to be stronger than it!

"Probe the formation!"

Ye Hanmei, who held the "Wood Charm Ghost King Flag," frowned instinctively at seeing this abnormality, and with a flick of the huge flag, released two Red Seal Mages from her command.

The two rolled to the ground, and after bowing to the five, they turned their heads, struggling against their fear to approach the dharma altar step by step.

The five watched with cold eyes, observing their every move.

There were not many monks who could comprehend "Telepathy" by studying the Buddhist military skills, so treasures like the "Heart Communication Conch" were naturally not commonplace.

What do ordinary forces do when they encounter a powerful and unknown "Abnormality"?

The most common approach is to sacrifice lives to test the array!

At such times, the canon fodder that they brought was exactly what was needed.

The dozens of disciples from the Five Organs Temple who followed them were hard-found by their sect from those with deep debts.

Although they were forced by the sect rules to repent and had passed the first round of assessments, avoiding the righteous punishment of their own Sect Master Marshal,

what’s so difficult about finding the shorter ones from a group of tall men?

It didn’t matter if everyone passed the first round of assessments.

Come, come, come, let’s all take another look at this... lateral elimination system.

They could always find some scapegoats if they wished.

Alas, such is the will of heaven, what can be done about it!

They all felt quite at ease in an instant.

Of course, the mages were not fools either.

When orders were pressed from above, they could naturally press it further down.

At a wave of their hands, they released the evil souls they had collected.

A perfect display of the indispensable Pushing Technique of those within the system!

However.

Just as two Red Seal mages carefully stepped within ten feet of the Dharma Altar with ghost spirits under their command,

suddenly, without any flame, they burst into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Save..."

These two mages, who were already extremely cautious and hadn’t personally tested the grounds, had just decided to retreat when suddenly, a fire ignited within their hearts and consumed them utterly from the inside out.

Wang Yuan raised the War Banner in his hand, blocking the intense firelight in front of him.

"This is akin to a Personal Magic Domain—it is indeed worthy of being one of the three wicked gates, just below the two Death Gates.

This alone is comparable to a thousand troops."

Just like Wang Yuan, the mage of Earth Essence realm, who after receiving the blessings of formations in Dushuo Mountain, no longer feared those of Divine Transformation realm,

he was blessed with the Taishan Prefecture Lord’s rites and the protective grand formation of Cangmu Mountain.

The "Two-Faced Sukhavati," whose level was only about the same as that of the Parasitic Shell or Wild Fox Zen, immediately acquired the capability to contend against beings of Divine Transformation.

Boom—!

Like a volcano erupting suddenly, the Two-Faced Sukhavati leapt into the air, transforming into a colossal giant with two faces and four arms, its body coursing with molten lava.

With four fierce flame blades in hand, swirling like wheels, it swept toward Wang Yuan and his group.

Where it passed, the ground became a vast molten lava lake; it had already unfolded its Deceit Realm.

On the other side, among the five heads of the Eighteen Mud Plow Ghost King, the head where Wang Yuan stood automatically turned to the front.

The Dharma Light surged from the Abyssal Ghost King Banner, causing the temperature within this formation space to plummet suddenly.

Immediately thereafter, a downpour started as if the sky had been pierced, leaving a gaping hole.

Whirl-whirl-whirl...

This rain was no ordinary rain; it was water from the San Tu River, borrowed by the Abyssal Ghost King Banner!

In the midst of this heaven and earth intermingling of water and fire, steam boiling,

the two monsters, each carrying the might of the heavens, collided with an enormous impact.

...

On Cangmu Mountain, guarded tightly by formations,

stood the principal hall made of what seemed like white bone material—"Dragon Transformation Hall," solitary upon the towering mountain peak.

Legend has it that the dragon shares resemblances with nine other creatures; its horns are like those of a deer, head like a cow, eyes like a shrimp, mouth like a donkey, belly like a snake, scales like carp, feet like that of a rooster, whiskers like those of humans, and ears like an elephant.

The ultimate pursuit of the Hundred-Patched Coat is to achieve such extraordinary and transcendent "Dragon Seed," where nine mundane matters forge a divine beast of heaven and earth!

Everyone naturally revered this masterpiece that embodied Great Success, treating it as a spiritual totem.

In front of the rumbling operational hub of formations within the hall stood a solitary figure.

Although his body was tall, he stooped with age, his hair completely white, the embodiment of extreme old age.

His skin had taken on a weird, dark purple hue; on the left side of his head grew thicket-like dense dragon horns, and his two eyes—one large and one small—seemed to come from different creatures.

A wrinkled human skin Hundred-Patched Coat was tightly fused to his body, like a snake’s skin that hadn’t been completely shed.

The exposed skin was covered in colorful, patterned scales.

He looked terrifying and nauseating.

Staring at the ceiling, a gold liquid purer and more lustrous than gold itself kept steadily gathering.

The eyes of the Taoist Heavenly Prison, with its vertical pupils, brimmed with maniacal fervor.

"More! I need more Ghost Medicine!

No matter if they’re from the Ghost Path or the Demon Mages, I just want enough Ghost Medicine to advance to Green Seal!"

As the allied forces launched a major offensive on eight fronts and array eyes were breached one after another, casualties among the Demon Master Dao surged, but the Taoist Heavenly Prison didn’t care at all.

What concerned him was only his own Dao Industry.

"Today, I, the Taoist Heavenly Prison, will complete an undertaking never achieved by those before me.

— Advancing to Green Seal Sage using the technique of ’Spirit and Body Unification.’

And I will be the strongest Sage in the world!

I will prove to the entire Cultivation World, even those aloof Heavenly Officials and Corpse Dissection Immortals, that you are all wrong!"

The impassioned Taoist Heavenly Prison was like a martyr who had staked his entire fortune.

"Whether it’s those who entrust themselves to the Killing Tree becoming ’Weird Immortals,’ or those who ultimately abandon their bodies to become Corpse Dissection Immortals, none is the Righteous Path of the Mortal World.

The human path has the yang of the body and the yin of the soul, which must not lack one or the other.

The Immortal Dao must be the same.

How could the highest achievement be to completely abandon the physical body and live solely as a Yin God, like the Corpse Dissection Immortals?

They’re nothing but ghosts!

My ’Demon Master Dao,’ after generations of painstaking research, has developed this technique of ’Spirit and Body Unification.’

It not only allows Demon Mages to vastly outlive mages of the same level by transforming their bodies and spirits,

but it also fully integrates the body and soul, enabling the physical body to ascend and become an Immortal Saint.

A new wave pushes the old one forward, and in terms of realm alone, this ’Spirit and Body Unification’ technique of our Demon Master Dao surpasses that supreme Technique of the Corpse Dissection Immortal!

I will create a brand-new path, achieving the ultimate sanctity!"

Unintentionally glancing at the Corpse Dissection Relics – Hundred-Patched Coat fused with his own flesh, a deep-seated fear once again surfaced on his face.

"And then... completely rid myself of this wretched thing!"