MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 18 The Resurrection of the Taiyin Emperor

Even the fragment of the Human Emperor's weapon, once named Taiyin Moon Blade, which stood like a black mountain in the blood lake, and the traces of Dao patterns that had completely lost their function due to damage were recovering little by little as the god in the weapon recovered out of thin air.

It took several days to build an automated tower that dispensed healing potions. Now that he had some hope, Fang Zheng temporarily suppressed his depressed mood.

After building the healing tower soaring into the clouds, Fang Zheng looked down at the magnificent blood-red lake below. "By the way, according to typical novel tropes, the blood left by a powerful being should contain some energy, right?"

Opening his inventory and looking at the dark red bucket Fang Zheng named the Dirty Blood Bucket, Fang Zheng pondered. "If his blood were an infinite supply, could his remaining soul draw energy from the blood to recover quickly?"

He immediately took action and, taking advantage of the current height, Fang Zheng began to use the launcher blocks as a support to build a 1000×1000 aerial oak block platform.

Then, Fang Zheng placed the bucket of dirty blood in his hand on every square under this 1000×1000 aerial platform.

Then, a spectacular scene appeared.

It was as if a god had fallen from the sky. Below the platform, a square area measuring 1000 x 1000 square meters, totaling 100 million square meters, was covered. Blood was falling from the sky.

A vast stream of dark red blood emerged from the void, like a blood-colored river falling from the sky, continuously and endlessly washing over the huge mountain of black knife-tip fragments.

At the same time, the black shadow that was hit by countless splash-type healing potions was also washed by the blood. Faintly, the black mist that made up its body became lighter, and the blood-colored mist became a little thicker.

Watching the blood pouring down from the sky, Fang Zheng felt quite accomplished. "The lava and water in the MC world look too pixelated. This world is more detailed and quite spectacular."

"Let's continue to add more. We're just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

Another busy day has passed.

When Fang Zheng felt exhausted and came to the giant black knife-tip mountain below, he noticed that the mountain, which was originally pitch black and covered with various scars, had begun to fade since he didn't know when. The color also changed from pitch black to pure white, like the color of the crescent moon in the sky.

On the top of the crescent-shaped, warm mountain, a black shadow with bright eyes stared at the strange, dull-looking square head in front of him like a light bulb.

The black shadow raised his arm and clenched his five fingers. In an instant, tiny bits of light began to rise from the huge blood lake below the moonlit mountain.

Those firefly-like lights gathered more and more, and at the top of the mountain, a large ball of bright red blood condensed in the palm of the shadow.

At the same time, the black shadow extended a hint of gratitude towards Fang Zheng, but seeing the puzzled look on the blocky head, he said again, "Thank you."

Seeing that the square head still didn't understand what he said, the shadow could only nod helplessly.

Fang Zheng watched the other party's reaction and suddenly became excited. He began to mutter as he circled around the shadow: "What's your name? Who are you? Where is this place? Can you understand me? What language do you speak? Can you teach me your language? Can you learn my language? Can you talk to me? Is this white thing the tip of a knife? Were you beaten to death? Is the blood lake below your blood..."

Listening to this unfamiliar language, the black shadow seemed a little stiff. His sanity had not yet fully returned, and although he tried many times to send out his spiritual thoughts to communicate with the cube man, he received no response at all.

For monks, language is not important, a trace of divine thought can convey their wishes. However, the strange cube man, although it seems to have inexplicable power, cannot understand his own divine thoughts or the words he says.

If you want to relearn an unfamiliar language, even if it is a black shadow, you must at least have enough information. Just listening to this cube man mumbling for a long time, you have no idea what he is saying.

Helplessly, the black shadow, whose consciousness was still confused, stretched out his hand and nodded.

Looking at the shadow handing over the bright red blood ball in his hand and then seeing him nod, Fang Zheng was a little confused about what he meant.

"Um...are you going to give me this?"

"Ok."

Then, another empty bucket was waved over, and another item appeared in the inventory.

Fang Zheng stared at the dark red and bright red barrels, at the massive stream of blood descending from the sky, and pondered, "Could this be the essence of blood he extracted from all that dark red blood? It should be more useful than the original. I'll just replace them all." Then, after a short while, the blocks in the sky that had been constantly gushing dark red blood were completely replaced by Fang Zheng, replaced with a brand new stream of bright red blood.

And below, the black shadow looked up at the bright red blood falling from the sky.

Although it is not as powerful as a drop of his blood in his heyday that could fill the starry sky and drown the sun, it still possesses a huge amount of divine power and fragments of the lunar law. One drop is enough to kill a saint.

His own residual spirit and the residual spirit of the god whose main body had already died in the instrument of enlightenment were constantly bathing in the blood of this old body, constantly extracting the scarce essence of qi and blood from the blood to replenish his own body.

What's more important is that under the continuous immersion in the spiral smoke, his condition was constantly recovering bit by bit out of thin air.

Broken memories, former consciousness.

even……

The shadow opened his hands and looked at the faint blood shadow in his palms that was shining like moonlight.

That was not the dirty blood outside that had almost lost all its essence, nor was it the blood essence extracted from the dirty blood that was falling from the sky now.

But although it is extremely weak, it is real, emitting a bit of the breath of the imperial law, as well as the vitality of vigorous life!

An unknown amount of time ago, when the man was still young, his Taiyin body, which was at its peak after achieving enlightenment, was gradually returning out of thin air.

Although it is extremely slow.

but……

The language of ancient times chanted, "It will soon be here. Soon, when the first drop of vital blood condenses and the first wisp of primordial spirit condenses, the Taiyin Rebirth Method will be able to operate, and the Taiyin Human Emperor in his prime will be able to return!"

Along with this faint sound and the revival of this little bit of blood, the black mist on the dark shadow faded away, and the faint blood mist bloomed with luster, gradually revealing the image of a heroic man with gray hair.

The man's body was hollow and ethereal, like a shadow, with a little light in his crescent eyes. He observed the cube-shaped human figure in the sky that was constantly busy and seemed to be outside the myriad paths.

As regret grows, rationality is gradually returning and becoming sufficient for thinking.

A faint wave of divine consciousness quietly dissipated. (The power of creation, the power of the void?)
The waning moon in his pupils turned into a full pupil, and the warm moonlight-like halo penetrated the solidified space, gazing at this majestic fortress of laws that seemed to be eternally still.

Gazing at the millions of phantoms of gods and demons guarding various places at the Law Pass, who possessed combat power exceeding the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor.

Fragments of memory surged up like a wave. He recalled his past, shook his head in self-mockery and whispered:
"I originally thought that I didn't need to follow the right time and place, and with my unrivaled fighting power, I could force my way to immortality. Little did I know..."

"The Immortal Road is only half of the path outside the boundary wall."

"What guards this half of the immortal path is nothing more than a mere shadow of a law. Once it shatters, only nothingness remains where the immortal path ends."

“Even if you cross the void zone, it’s not a true fairyland, but an ocean surging with waves of a broken world.”

"I'm really unwilling..."

"If I can't break through the barrier of the fairyland, then I can only blame my lack of strength."

"The path to becoming an immortal has been shattered, but I can't even find where the immortal realm is. What a joke that can't even be laughed at."

(End of this chapter)