Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 42: The Undispersed Soul Meets a Short-lived Person

A black shadow taller than Lu Wu appeared in Wuzhan's sight. The black shadow had no head, and it was emitting black air all over its body, like a burning flame. Its limbs were bound by black chains as thick as a person, and its chest was crisscrossed with chains. The chains extended far away until they could no longer be seen. Lu Wu walked towards Wuzhan, and his eyes like fireballs opened on his chest, emitting fierce light. It was extremely terrifying. Wuzhan was shocked when he saw it, and thought to himself, "Could it be the soul of Xingtian? After so many years, its soul still lingers."

Lu Wu leaned down, stretched out his hand and placed Wuzhan in front of the mountain-like black shadow, went to the corner behind the black shadow, leaned against the bronze shield like a city wall, closed his eyes and cultivated.

I only heard a deep and old voice saying, "After all these years, you are the first person to come here and see me. Can you understand the words on my axe?"

The sound made Wuzhai's eardrums buzz. Wuzhai said calmly, "When I was young, I liked to read some ancient books and ponder them. I learned a few characters."

"It's not easy to find this place despite the risk. Why did you come here?"

"I was brought here by them. They came here to look for the spells and treasures of the predecessors."

"Haha, there is only me here, how can there be any rare treasures?"

Wuzhan had read some records about Xingtian, and there were different versions. Some said that Xingtian was originally a god in heaven, and he violated the rules of heaven and was beheaded. Some said that Xingtian was an immortal demon who endangered the people of the world. Others said that Xingtian wanted to take back the source of the five elements from the lower world and went to heaven to kill the gods. But no matter which version it was, the final ending was the same. Xingtian was beheaded and sealed in Changyang Mountain. Those rumors might not be true, and Wuzhan could not have speculated on them in the past. But when he saw the poem on Xingtian's axe, he believed the latter, and he had to respect Xingtian. In order to confirm his thoughts, he asked, "Are those legends true?"

"What legend?"

"It is said that the predecessor entered the Heavenly Palace to regain the source of the Five Elements, but was harmed by a traitor, had his head chopped off, and was sealed here."

"Haha, after so many years, I didn't expect someone would still remember. You're right. It was them who took away our spiritual energy, making our region's spiritual energy increasingly barren, while they were the only ones who enjoyed the spiritual energy that originally belonged to us. My people were all killed in order to resist them. Since they couldn't kill me, they used the North Sea Mysterious Ice to press me down, and used the South Sea Fine Iron to penetrate my body and seal me here."

Wuzhan looked at the cold and thick chains that locked Xing Tian tightly, and asked sympathetically: "Senior, do you have a way to unlock this seal?"

Xing Tian said in a daze, "The black ice of the North Sea above can't trap me, my axe can break it, but it's hard to break these chains made of fine iron. They have locked my soul and connected it to the eight mountains outside, forming a whole. If the chains are broken, my soul will probably dissipate with it. I don't want to take such a risk. I have to wait until those beasts die one by one!"

"After all these years, can't the hatred of the predecessors be dissipated?"

Xing Tian sighed: "How can it dissipate? The longer time goes by, the clearer and deeper this hatred becomes. If it weren't for that hatred, I would never have been able to hold on until now. Don't you know what hatred is?"

How could Wuzhan not have hatred in his heart? But hatred is powerless for him and can only add to his troubles. He has never thought about revenge because he will not live long. His mother only left one sentence, "Live!" He has been struggling for this sentence for a long time. If Qingyang had not forced him into a desperate situation, he would not have thought about the hatred. If he had not seen Zhang Liang go to assassinate Qin, he would have forgotten that Qin was also his hatred. Looking at the burning hatred, he pondered and said, "I really don't understand what hatred is. It stands to reason that I should also have a blood feud, perhaps not less than my predecessors, but I was born like this. Maybe this is my defect. I don't have time for revenge, nor do I have the ability to take revenge. I came to this dangerous place because my enemy brought me here, but I am powerless to kill him and can only be coerced by him."

Xing Tian used his twin flames to look at Wuzhe's body. Knowing Wuzhe's physical condition, he sighed and said, "I am an immortal soul, and you are a short-lived person. Perhaps we are both the same, and neither of us will have a chance to take revenge. My immortal soul was reborn by my people through blood sacrifice. I can't help you, so I can only disappoint you."

Wuzhan said hurriedly: "Senior, you misunderstood my meaning. I came here out of necessity. I recited your poem with the purpose of seeking Lu Wu's protection. I never thought that I would have the honor of meeting you."

"I heard you reciting my poems. I asked Luwu to bring you in."

"Thank you for your help, senior. I have no way to repay you, so I can only kneel down to express my gratitude." He then knelt down and bowed.

Xing Tian chuckled and said, "You don't need to thank me. I brought you in to verify a prophecy. Now it seems that the prophecy is impossible. If you want to leave, I can let Lu Wu take you out."

Wuzhan knew that the people outside would not give up, so he was not in a hurry to leave. "I wonder what kind of prophecy the senior wants to verify?"

"It was the prophet who resurrected me with a blood sacrifice. He was a wizard of my tribe. Before he died, he predicted that I would be sealed for two thousand years, and then I would be rescued by a person who recited my poems and took me to the heavens again."

Wuzhan smiled bitterly and said, "Since the prophet has predicted that you will be sealed, then it will not be wrong. But that person is definitely not me. I believe someone will come to rescue you in the future. You can wait."

"This prophecy is no longer credible. My body has decayed and no longer exists. I have nothing left except my soul. Even if the seal is lifted, I will be a discarded soul like you, not to mention entering the heavens. Maybe the prophet will give me a reason to live!"

Wuzhan whispered softly: "The reason for living, I am living now, also for that impossible reason." Xingtian asked: "What is that reason?"

Wuzhan took out three magic stones from his arms, presented them to Xingtian and said, "This is it. Master asked me to fulfill the wish they failed to fulfill back then."

Xing Tian's eyes stared at the three magic stones in Wuzhe's hand and exclaimed, "How did you get them?"

"This is what my master left me. It is used to dispel the evil spirits of 200,000 wronged souls. Senior, do you know what this is?"

Xing Tian said: "These three stones are three of the five sources. The black one is the source of earth, the blue one is the source of water, the red one is the source of fire, and the green one is the source of wood and the yellow one is the source of gold. Through these three sources, we can know that the spiritual energy has been released. Don't the people in the Heavenly Palace need it anymore?" The burning eyes were a little dim. "Boy, can you tell me what happened in the outside world and what those beasts in the Heavenly Palace are doing now?"

Wuzhan was a little tired of standing, so he sat down and spent a long time calmly recounting the historical records, from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Qin Dynasty's conquest of the six kingdoms. He also told the mythological story of Jiang Shang's deification. After listening to this, Xingtian fell silent.

Xing Tian said: "You mentioned those people from the 'immortal' world who came down to be deified. I have never heard of any of them, and none of those people from the Heavenly Palace are among them. Could it be that after so many years, they have all died? I have waited for so many years, but in the end, it was all in vain?" Flame revealed his loss.

Wuzhan said calmly, "That may not be the case. Although I don't understand the source of the five elements, the depletion of the spiritual source alone cannot determine whether they exist. Perhaps they have found a new method or spiritual source to continue to maintain the operation of the Heavenly Palace. Moreover, it is said that those people have cultivated immortal bodies and have boundless magical powers. There is nothing good in the lower world, so why do they need to go down to the lower world and appear in the world?"

Xing Tian said: "The sea will dry up, the rocks will rot, and any spiritual power will eventually run out, and no living being can be immortal. They call themselves gods, but they cannot escape the 'three disasters', they just have a longer lifespan."

Wuzhan asked: "Excuse me, senior, is there really a Heavenly Palace? Where is it? Where did you enter the Heavenly Palace from?"

Xing Tian said: "The Heavenly Palace is bigger than our Southern Continent. It is in our south. It was not in the sky at first. It was separated from us by a river called Tongtian River. We can reach it by crossing the river. They used evil magic to raise the entire land to the sky. At that time, the continent was not very high, so we could still fight our way up. If it is as you said, after so many years, they may not have drifted to where now. Or maybe they have set up a barrier. Even if I go to look for it now, I am afraid I can't find it, let alone you ordinary people."

Wuzhan said: "No wonder none of those cultivators have been able to become immortals in all these years. It seems that they have indeed isolated us from reaching there."

"Their original purpose was to abandon this land. How could they care about abandoned creatures like us? Their transcendence is nothing but selfishness. The deification you mentioned may not be the deification. The most precious things of a creature are its soul and essence. This may be another unknown conspiracy of theirs."

Wuzhan pondered and said, "It seems that the gods are just like humans, spreading a series of lies and deceiving people. They are more selfish and ruthless than humans. I really hope to see what the gods look like in my lifetime." He turned to Xingtian and said, "Senior, can you tell how long my body can last?"

Xing Tian said: "Although you practice the Yinyun technique, it is like a drop in the bucket and will not help. To be honest, in my opinion, you will not survive more than three days."

Wuzhan was not surprised after hearing this, but just sighed. He knew his body very well, and just wanted to confirm how long he had left. He didn't expect that there were only three days left. Not to mention completing the last wishes of his two masters, he couldn't even walk out of these Hundred Thousand Mountains. He felt lost and said lightly: "It's so hard to live."

Xing Tian looked at the lost Wuzhan and pondered, "But it's hard to say. Logically, you can't live in this world with a body like this, but you are still alive. I feel that there seems to be an invisible substance in your forehead. I can't feel what it is. I just guessed it, or it's an illusion. Maybe it's this substance that sucked away all your true energy and made your body weak. That substance cannot be removed. Maybe by sealing that substance, your body can retain true energy and make you live a few more years."

This was the first time Wuzhan heard someone point out the cause of his illness in this way. He felt that this explanation made sense. Moreover, every time he was unconscious, he could vaguely feel that that position would make him feel relaxed, which was also the reason why he didn't want to wake up.

If it is true as Xing Tian said, if the substance is sealed, he can practice, and he will have the ability to complete his master's last wishes, and he can even avenge his parents and kill those who were involved in it.

Wuzhan knelt and begged: "Then please save me, senior. Just give me three years to live. I will definitely find a way to rescue you."

Xing Tian said: "I only have my soul left and cannot help you. I can only tell you the Sealing Method. However, you don't have a trace of Qi in your body, and your cultivation is very low, almost nothing. This method requires at least the cultivation of controlling Qi to cast the spell. Now you can't even condense Qi, how can you control this method?"

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will fight for it. Please give me some advice, senior!"

"If you insist on doing this, then I will teach you my secret method. Listen carefully, the clear path is like a feather, the advancing path is like retreating, the easy path is like a category, ..." Xing Tian taught Wuzhan the mantra one by one.

Wuzhan understood the method quickly, but when he started to put it into practice, he found it difficult to make any progress.

(End of this chapter)