Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 875 Capturing the Corpse and Presenting it to Fang Yi, A Corner of the Underworld

In the dark abyss of Mount Li, a chilling wind occasionally howls.

Dark
desolation
Occasionally, there are deep caves embedded in the cliff face, which are the tombs where the Old Corpse Cliff Burial Method has been accumulated over many years.

"Buzz!"

One after another, eerie green eyes lit up, secretly watching the cultivators who dared to trespass into this dangerous place, those who didn't know what was good for them.

A purple lotus, about ten feet in size, bloomed. Crimson Eyebrows swept his surging divine sense across the tombs, and his five fingers made a grasping motion.

"boom!"

One by one, the tombs exploded, and dozens of second-tier corpses were captured. The withered, necrotic zombies, their bodies surrounded by phosphorescent flames, struggled and were also taken into their hands.

He glanced disdainfully at the third-tier corpse king bound by purple silk ribbons and murmured softly.

"A mid-grade third-tier corpse king, the quality is too low."

"Fang Yi, just make do with this."
The corpse mist in this abyss obscures my divine senses, and even I, an old man, cannot probe it clearly, lest I arouse the mindless corpse beasts at the bottom of the abyss.”

"Thank you, Master Uncle." Fang Yi's azure hair gathered in his sleeve, and the zipline shot out like a nimble snake.

After the ropes bound the corpse in an instant, he patted his storage bag, and gray spiritual light rose up, transforming into a three-foot coffin that engulfed the corpse king.

A mid-grade third-tier corpse king and more than ten second-tier underworld corpses are nothing to a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

But for him, refining his life essence and nourishing the Crimson Yin was very beneficial.

Seeing the purple sun sink rapidly, Fang Yi put away the coffin and glanced at Fan Dacheng, who was stiff and pale, his body and soul being eroded by the corpse energy.

He sighed inwardly. This is how unorthodox methods are: they can lead to rapid progress, but you never know when you'll become someone else's prey.

Fan Dacheng cultivated the Blood Corpse Sect's lineage, completing in a dozen years the path that would normally take decades; the outcome was predictable.

The Nether Spring Sect refined its magical artifact, releasing the Black Water Dragon Transformation Scripture in this way.
He released his inheritance, enticing Da Yunsan to cultivate, and this is how he nurtured his bloodline.
Fan Dacheng was the same.
Fang Yi lowered his head slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Uncle-Master, what is the matter with this corpse beast in the abyss?"

"Hey, back then, when the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Blood Corpse Sect passed away, in order to continue the lineage, he dared to collude with the old demon of the Yin Domain."

Unfortunately, he made a fatal mistake and was destroyed by the support of the various factions of the Great Yu Kingdom, led by True Lord Qingmu.

However, the Blood Corpse Sect was no ordinary sect, nor was it without achievements.

With a look of apprehension in his eyes, Chi Mei warned in a deep voice, "Do you know why I have repeatedly told you not to enter Lishan?"

That corpse beast was built upon the remains of past True Monarchs of the Blood Corpse Sect, possessing a robust physical body comparable to a fourth-tier Body Refinement cultivator.

"The finest materials for refining puppets!" Fang Yi's heart trembled, and a hint of greed arose in his mind.

When this corpse beast fell into the hands of a Corpse Dao Grandmaster, he used his essence and blood to refine it with secret techniques, transforming it into a ferocious and terrifying Corpse Emperor.

"Smack!" As a near-grandmaster in the art of weapon crafting, he naturally understood the feeling of being overjoyed at the sight of a prey. Chi Mei tapped Fang Yi's forehead and said speechlessly:
"Stop dreaming. How could a corpse beast of this rank have survived to this day?"

Qiongzhou Legend has intervened in the major repairs and provided a replica of a spirit treasure fragment through the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce.

Afterwards, the Su Nu Sect extracted the Xuan Yin Qi to erode the soul, the Medicine King Valley used spiritual herbs to cleanse the body, the Blood Fiend Sect tempered the Corpse Fiend, and the Fire Worship Sect retrieved its inherited sacred fire.
All the major Nascent Soul sects of the Great Yu Dynasty mobilized to refine a Great Demon-Sealing Stele to suppress all directions of space.

The corpse beast, acting as a guardian spirit of the monument, was there to prevent any Nascent Soul stage demons from making moves, secretly colluding with the Netherworld, and thus inviting a great demon to descend upon the world.

"Buzz!"

An ancient, broken half of a stone tablet appears.

Gazing at the dragon emblem flowing across the surface of the monument, surrounded by crimson flames, [...] the iron hooks and silver strokes of the Demon-Suppressing Monument.

The broken stone tablet seemed to have been passed down from the primordial era, and a spiritual light surpassing that of magical treasures appeared, blocking the path of the purple lotus.

"arrive."

With crimson eyebrows surrounded by purple aura and crimson light appearing in his eyes, he sensed the fierce and chaotic energy beneath the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele.

"Crash!"

As if sensing an unfamiliar threat, the dozens of chains connecting the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele trembled and tightened instantly.

"Roar!"

A pair of lantern-sized lights shone, and a dark, sharp claw surrounded by malevolent energy emerged.

"Edict!"

The Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror transformed into a great sun, and a true flame surrounded the red dragon as it leaped out, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist.

"Oh!"

The dark, corpse claws collided with the true flames, unleashing a massive surge of spiritual energy like a tidal wave.
In the blink of an eye, the earth shook and the dark, desolate abyss was completely illuminated.

Red Eyebrows turned pale as he stared at the extinguished flames of the Crimson Dragon and the unharmed corpse claws, his brows furrowed.

"Fang Yi can see clearly that although this corpse beast has no mind, its fighting power is no less than that of a True Monarch who has accumulated years of experience in the Dao."

"Without god or wisdom, neither puppet nor corpse, it becomes increasingly troublesome under the nourishment of the corpse energy of the Yin Realm."

"So strong."

Fang Yi, who was being protected behind him, felt a chill run down his spine, his mind constantly on alert, even though only a small part of it was revealed and the whole thing was still hidden.

"Roar!"

Fan Dacheng's face was contorted with rage, and a beastly roar erupted as the clarity in his eyes vanished completely.

"town!"

Fang Yi waved his hand to suppress Fan Dacheng, then looked at the gray mist beneath the Great Demon Suppression Stele.

"You'll die!"
If one were to encounter this corpse beast alone, even using all one's abilities, death would be certain.

His gaze was almost greedy as he stared at the patterns on the dark corpse claw that peeked out from the mist, his thoughts racing.

“To refine this corpse beast.”

No, it should be called the Corpse Emperor rather than the Corpse Beast.

The most likely candidates for this Lishan Sect's Netherworld Corpse are the Corpse Emperor's leaking energy source, which is connected to the spiritual energy of the Yin Domain flowing out through spatial rifts and nurtured by it.

interesting!

Ingenious craftsmanship
The refining of this Corpse Emperor involved more than one grandmaster-level figure in the arts of puppetry, weapon crafting, and alchemy, and their methods were...

Fang Yi murmured to himself, his eyes slightly closed, concealing the glint in them. 'It has a touch of the puppet magic of the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion.'

"Crash!"

Stimulated by the Xuan Yang Divine Fire Mirror, the Great Demon Suppression Stele's wild energy flowed, manifesting a vast and powerful pressure.

"We can't let this extraordinary treasure be activated at its full potential."

Chi Mei's expression was solemn as he took out a wooden decree left behind by Tian Que from his sleeve.

The front of the decree is engraved with azure sky and green spirit wood, where a misty vitality gathers and radiates an emerald halo.

"Edict!"

The Azure Wood Token released its magical power, and a phantom of an old man wearing a Wood Crown and a Green Spirit Robe with flowing hair and beard emerged.

A rustic wood grain pattern spread out like a vine and landed on the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele.

"Buzz!"

As the wild energy stagnated, slender vines lifted up the stone tablet that stood like a towering sacred peak.

"Clang!" The dark chains rattled, and in the misty, gloomy aura, the Corpse King's eerie green eyes stared intently at Fang Yi and the others.

"Time is precious. This Green Wood Decree can only last for half an hour. Let's proceed quickly!"

With a wave of his red-browed, wide sleeves, he swept the crowd over the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele.

"Aoki Baoling?"

Deep within the abyss, an ancient bronze coffin exhaled yin energy, its surface covered in tadpole-like writhing spiritual patterns, [concealing], [sealing], [obscuring]—ancient runes flowed, sealing off the vital energy.

Sensing the familiar aura, the red-haired old corpse's expression turned strange.

"Good heavens, we thought this treasure token was in the hands of the remnants of the Green Wood Palace, but it turned out to be obtained by Xuan Yang Mountain."
They all chose remote locations in Qiongzhou. Lishan has only been monitored periodically for centuries; how did it attract a Nascent Soul True Monarch?

He muttered to himself, not daring to peek too much even with the help of the rare treasure coffin.

The red-haired old corpse, its body covered in pus and cracked like porcelain, shrank further into the coffin and fell into a deep sleep once more.

"Breaking the heavens is none of my business, you old bastard from the underworld, go ahead and fight the True Monarch of the human realm."
"If staying is the best course of action, then it would be a waste of this pure Yin energy."

"Humph"

In the dark cave, feeling the gaze from the shadows dissipate, Chi Mei's face showed disappointment.

"That old corpse is quite composed, hiding itself even more deeply."

What a pity.

He shook his head slightly and said regretfully, "That red-haired old corpse has a deep foundation. Even when Junior Brother Tianque used all his strength to divine the secrets of heaven, he couldn't even get a glimpse of it."

If we can capture him alive, it will be of considerable benefit to my nephew in refining the Abyss Sea Puppet.

"Red-haired old corpse?" Fang Yi's five fingers swirled with azure light, his natal medicinal energy rising, drawing upon verdant spiritual light to slowly suppress Fan Dacheng's soul.

"Yes, the red-haired old corpse was discovered by Uncle Wangji three hundred years ago, but he has never been able to find out where it is."
He had thought that the previous fiery attack would have killed him, but unexpectedly, he had gained nothing.

Red Eyebrows warned, "This old corpse's background is unclear, but he is among the most outstanding Core Formation cultivators."

If you encounter such a situation in private, do not linger in battle; flee immediately.

"Now, it's time to get down to business." Red Eyebrows changed his fingertips' hand seals, and a burst of starlight shot out, causing cracks to spread.

"boom!"

The dark marble on the ground shattered, and the witch runes on the Xuan Yin altar flowed and rose from the ground.

Faintly, the sounds of sacrificial rites arose, and a phantom of a shaman appeared, holding a bone book or a set of rules, bowing and worshipping in unison.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

The ancient, rustic sounds of sacrificial rituals echoed through the dense network of spatial cracks.

Amidst the excruciating pain in his soul, "Brother Fang" felt a medicinal vapor transform into a clear spring, nourishing him. The veins on Fan Dacheng's temples bulged, and he awoke from his coma.

"This is what I am"

Even though I had expected it, I could only sigh helplessly.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Alas, in the end, it still ends like this."

Red Eyebrows ignored the fake Core Formation cultivator.

With a wave of his sleeve, a brown spiritual seed and a ray of starlight rose up.

The starlight shifted and transformed into the illusory shadows of the celestial void.

The spirit seed inhaled and exhaled the earth's energy, and Huang Guangsheng's hoarse voice rang out.

"Reached"

"Finally, we've arrived."

Tianque, thin and frail, frowned slightly. "Senior Brother Chimei didn't catch that red-haired old corpse."
"That's enough, time is precious, and the Aoki Token can't last much longer."

He continued, "Fang Yi, you should explain this to Fan Dacheng."

Even with the aid of the Profound Yin Altar, venturing into the Netherworld through a spatial rift is a perilous journey with a near-certain death rate.

Fang Yi nodded and looked at Fan Dacheng.

A Nascent Soul True Monarch emerged from Xuan Yang Mountain and forcefully broke into Li Mountain, rendering the inheritance obtained by Fan Dacheng useless.

We awaited his arrival simply to fulfill a friendship that had lasted for centuries.

Back then, during the battle at Qingkong Cliff, the area was beset by internal and external troubles, and few cultivators in Xuanyang Mountain were optimistic about its chances. Fan Dacheng risked his life to come and help.

Although he was ruthless, he was willing to lend a helping hand due to centuries of friendship, provided it did not endanger himself.

"Dacheng, have you thought this through?" Fang Yi's expression was solemn.

"If you change your mind, I will shatter the fake core and wash away the corpse aura."

"Brother Fang, there's no need to persuade me any further." Fan Dacheng forced a smile, suppressing the excruciating pain in his soul.

"Since embarking on the path to immortality, I have received many benefits from Brother Fang."

Da Cheng's aptitude was average, not as good as Cai'er who had already formed her core, but better than Qing Song who had passed away early.

"Even if there's still a sliver of hope, and I face a near-death experience, it's still better than the lives of countless cultivators."

"Sigh," Fang Yi sighed softly. Connecting the two spatial rifts was no easy task.
If travel were truly so easy, powerful beings in the Underworld would have already descended from there.

"Buzz!"

A glass lamp lit up, and Fan Dacheng, with a resolute expression, bowed and prostrated himself.

"Even if Da Cheng is not a useful person, he is unwilling to be a corpse-guarding ghost. Even if the false core is broken, he can still live for a few more years."
Rather than wasting my elder brother's efforts, we should fight to the death.

"Please, Master, perform the ritual!" Fan Dacheng bowed again, his eyes filled with determination.

As the saying goes, "One is influenced by one's company." Having known Fang Yi for nearly two hundred years, he was still hampered by injuries sustained in his early years.

However, he also learned some of Fang Yi's Daoist principles.

"We cultivators hold ourselves with the utmost care and act with courage and diligence."

"Whether I live or die on this journey, senior brother, do not regret it for me."

"good!

"Your resolve is truly unwavering, young man." Tian Quezi's gray robes fluttered as he absorbed and adapted to the surrounding corpse energy, a look of admiration on his face.

"If I had discovered you, a junior, years earlier, I would certainly have been more than willing to test you."

He looked at Chi Mei, whose face was filled with sorrow, and chuckled softly.

"Senior brother, this junior is like this."

Are we, as elders, not as virtuous as these younger generations?

"Let's do it!" Huang Guangsheng urged in a deep voice as witch runes flowed across the brown spirit seed.

"Things have come to this point, so let's not delay any longer."

"The Azure Wood Token can't hold back the Great Demon-Suppressing Stele and the Corpse Emperor for very long."

"Why
"I hope you two junior brothers will take care on your journey to the underworld. Whether you succeed or not, this will be our last meeting."

With a reddish tinge in his eyes, he sighed softly, and then a vast expanse of purple energy stretched for thousands of miles, his immense magical power pouring into the Xuan Yin Altar like a surging river.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

The sounds of the ancestors' sacrifices continued, and streaks of starlight appeared on the altar, transforming into a rainbow bridge and altering the coordinates left behind by the old demon.

"boom!"

The rainbow bridge was surrounded by witch runes. With a self-sacrificing collision, a corner of the space cracked open, as fine and dense as a spider web.

"Act quickly!"

Chi Mei's face was pale, and his vital energy was visibly declining. Even with the backup plans left by the ancestors, it would still consume his essence to activate this witch ritual.

"Brother Fang, I'm off!"

Fan Dacheng looked up at the sky and roared, his gaze sweeping over Tian Que and Huang Guangsheng.

He knew perfectly well that he could borrow this path to the underworld because of Fang Yi's influence and because he needed someone to explore it.

"Buzz!"

The ancient glass lamp emitted spiritual light, enveloping him and transforming into a beam of light that shot off along the rainbow bridge.

"Tear it!"

The shimmering light and blood energy swirled around the cracks like a serpent, until it was stretched open into the dark, boundless fissures.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and a silver-white crack appeared. Before Fan Dacheng could even scream, he was cut into hundreds of pieces, leaving only a corpse pill the size of a thumb.

"Hey"

Fang Yi sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

There are no such things in this world that defy fate and change one's destiny. The journey to the underworld is a matter of life and death, and it is no exaggeration.

"Da Cheng, may you rest in peace."

"His cultivation level was too high, but his control over his qi was inadequate, causing the spatial Dao rhythm to self-annihilate him."

Within the eerie green shadows, Tian Quezi's eyes swirled with celestial phenomena, constantly divining the secrets of heaven. "I need to completely conceal my aura, and then press on with all my might."

"go!"

The brown spirit seed emitted spiritual light, and Huang Guangsheng acted decisively, stirring up the celestial void.

"Buzz!"

A wisp of golden earth energy emerged and intertwined with starlight, rushing straight in along the rainbow bridge.

Silver cracks appeared, like a bone-scraping knife, constantly slashing down.

"boom!"

The Xuan Yin Altar exploded, and the Rainbow Bridge shone brightly, suppressing the spatial cracks for a moment.

"Wow!"

The starlight and the spirit seed vanished, their fates completely unknown.

A locust leaf drifted down, carried by the vast spiritual tide, and slowly landed in Fang Yi's hand.

"Young Fang, after much deliberation, I have decided to pass this inheritance to you."
The road ahead is uncertain, and the old red-haired corpse remains uncaptured. This legacy will serve as my blessing.

"Master Guangsheng"

Fang Yi held the shadowy locust leaf with its flowing witch-like patterns, his eyes gleaming as he watched the silver storms rise.

"Success or failure?"

(End of this chapter)