From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 357 A World Where Death Does Not Exist

The invincible, all-consuming gray death energy was suddenly bitten off in the blink of an eye when it encountered those two evil dragon-like sword lights.

This frightened the surrounding creatures so much that they cowered and dared not approach.

But the sword light refused to let them go, twisting like a dragon's tail, forcefully shattering much of the death energy.

The beast in the fog sensed the threat, arched its back, let out a low growl like a small animal, and hid in the fog, not daring to approach.

"ha!"

"You dare breathe on it? I think you need a data cable."

Modi looked impatient and swung his sword down at it from afar.

The two beams of sword light received the command and merged into a rope, probing into the gray mist.

In no time, the rope twisted and looped around the neck of the beast in the fog, lifting it out of the gray mist.

Staring wide-eyed at the now lifeless leader, Liu Wuxian felt a surge of horror.

The terrifying beast before him was far beyond his imagination; even his most vivid nightmares paled in comparison.

It was like a demon that had emerged from the eighteenth level of hell, its emaciated body covered with bone spurs, and its severely skeletal head burning with eerie soul fire.

Every part of him exudes the imagery of "death".

But this wretched creature of death was now tightly bound by the noose formed by the sword light, struggling and thrashing in the air, but in the end it could only hang its limbs limply.

"Hmm... The Beast of Death is indeed a creation infected by the path of death."

As he stared at the ferocious beast, Modi felt a sense of foreboding.

"Why did I suddenly encounter someone walking the path to death? Could it be that this world is very close to the Abyss of Death?"

If he could, he hoped that this inference was wrong.

Being close to the Abyss of Death is not a good thing, especially now that the situation is tense. Being too close to the Abyss of Death could lead to being drawn into the war between the demons and gods.

Modi had another bad feeling.

Could the world he lives in be in the midst of a war between demons and gods?

"If that's the case, then that's quite a coincidence."

The monstrous creature of death, hanging in mid-air, struggled violently with unprecedented force, emitting a series of mournful moans from deep within its throat.

It gave Modi the illusion that his parents had died, and that he himself was about to die as well.

"Wait, it doesn't seem like my imagination."

The filth of death is dying, and even if it is part of death, it cannot escape this fate.

Not only that, but the way of dying in this world is also disappearing, as if death itself is moving away from this world.

"Senior Mo, what's going on?"

Liu Wuxian gradually retreated to his side, an expression of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

A bizarre scene was unfolding: the corpses that should have been lying quietly on the ground were now rising to their feet.

Even if they have no life force in their bodies and their fatal wounds are still bleeding, it does not change the fact that they have been revived.

The faces of the deceased were filled with confusion; they had not yet accepted the fact that they had come back to life. For a moment, most people were both surprised and delighted.

"I'm alive? I'm alive again!"

"What's going on?"

"I only remember feeling a chill on my neck, and then I lost all feeling in it. What's going on now?"

"Wait, where's my body? How come I only have a head left? Has anyone seen my body?"

The scene was chaotic, a veritable dance of demons and monsters.

Seeing this incomprehensible scene, Liu Wuxian's gaze gradually became blank, and his beliefs were being tested.

He was only awakened by the warmth of a hand on his shoulder.

"Wake up, it's just a dead person coming back to life, is there any need to be so surprised?"

Modi stepped forward and shielded him behind him.

The evil of death has dissipated along with the way of death, and the sword light that was twisted into a rope has dispersed, transforming into two swords of blue and white that hang in the air.

At the same time, the bandits who had come back to life realized that the fact that they could not die spurred them on, making them extremely arrogant.

They surrounded the two men and, at the second-in-command's command, swarmed forward.

"madness."

Sometimes, some foolish people can make Modi laugh.

This was especially true for the bandits at this moment.

"Death may be far removed from this world, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

The blue and white sword light, like a dragon entering the sea, plunged into the bandit group, splitting into thousands of sword energies, weaving a huge sword net that covered all the bandits.

In an instant, the blood mist exploded.

The charging bandits were shredded into pieces by the sword net, and minced meat and bone fragments covered the entire scene, with only a few bandits remaining standing.

However, judging from their expressions, even if they weren't chopped into pieces, the rest of their lives wouldn't be easy.

This scene will be etched deep in their memories, haunting them like a nightmare.

"vomit!"

Before the surviving bandits could react, Liu Wuxian, who was behind Mo Di, couldn't hold back any longer.

He was just a mere Qi Refining ant; how could he have ever witnessed such a tragic scene?

If someone were to say to him at that moment, "Why don't they eat meat porridge?", he would probably vomit his insides.

Thinking that was all, Liu Wuxian retched for a while, and just as he composed himself, he heard a series of strange noises coming from the minced meat.

It sounded like a wail, yet also like the sound of flesh writhing.

Dozens or even hundreds of voices came together to form an extremely eerie chorus.

Liu Wuxian retched again.

"Can't you handle this little thing? You haven't seen enough of anything."

Mo Di dispersed the fishy wind to avoid arousing Liu Wuxian's physical nausea.

On the ground, the bits of flesh were still wriggling, indicating that the bandits' consciousness still remained.

Although they don't die, they can still feel pain.

Such situations, where flesh and blood are laid bare to the fullest extent, and where they are indistinguishable from others, provide them with the greatest stimulation.

This is the true state of being unable to live or die.

"Because there is no death, their consciousness will not dissipate; they can only watch themselves rot away and feel the pain of bacteria multiplying on their bodies."

"What will happen to them in the end?" Liu Wuxian asked, his face pale.

"I don't know, this is the first time I've encountered this situation."

Modi thought for a moment and guessed, "According to my calculations, after they lose their physical bodies, they should transform into another life form, perhaps a ghost, or perhaps something else."

"How come they can't die?"

"Yes, death has left this world. For everyone, death has become a luxury."

When the matter was brought up, Modi's expression became solemn.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, death itself proved a fact.

He did indeed stumble into the battlefield between demons and gods, though this was not his intention.

This world is probably quite close to the battlefield, otherwise it wouldn't have been so severely affected.

"It must be that some demon of death fell or was severely injured nearby, causing the path to death in this world to disappear... I don't know when it will return to normal."

Modi remembered the crystal that had brought him here, or rather, the Whispering Core, a demonic artifact.

"A demonic artifact from the void realm... could it be the work of a demon god?"

"Senior Mo, what should we do now?"

Liu Wuxian's expression was complex. Having gone through this ordeal, he must have grown considerably.

At the very least, they shouldn't hesitate to use the power of the messenger.

"If we leave these bandits unattended, they might cause a plague," he suggested. "I think it's necessary to burn this place down."

"Then burn it. You, go and burn this place to ashes."

Modi withdrew his sword, intending to stand aside and watch.

With his approval, Liu Wuxian didn't hesitate and took out bottles of black liquid from his storage bag.

This is the waste liquid left over from his alchemy. Just a drop can burn for a long time; it's a kind of byproduct.

This thing is of little use to high-level cultivators, but it's just right for him.

He made a hand seal and used the black liquid as a raw material to cast a spirit rain spell to irrigate the spirit fields.

The black liquid transformed into a torrential downpour, sprinkling onto the mountain village covered in minced meat.

Although it only lasted a short while, he was certain that the surface of the minced meat was covered with black liquid.

"Alright, let's begin."

He made another hand gesture, and rubbed a small flame between his fingers.

Then a raging fire spread.

The protective barrier set up by the chief is still functioning, so there's no need to worry about the fire spreading to the surrounding forests.

Inside, Liu Wuxian used his spiritual energy to create a protective barrier to prevent the toxic smoke from the fire from spreading inside.

"Senior Mo, there's something I don't quite understand."

Looking at the raging fire outside, Liu Wuxian suddenly spoke.

"The leader of this bandit group previously mentioned things like sacrificing lives. Could it be that he actually wants to prevent this from happening?"

"Perhaps, but no matter what he does, it's just a drop in the ocean, unless he can slaughter the entire world, then maybe it will be of some use."

Modi shook his head, not approving of the leader's approach.

For beings of demonic power, sacrifices on a scale of mere imitation are still far too few.

However, judging from the leader's actions, the demon god of the realm of death should have already been at a disadvantage, otherwise there would be no need for the sacrifice of believers.

"I wonder who this Metal Path Demon God who is fighting against the Realm of Death is."

He is now fairly certain that this world is located in the Abyss of Death, and a war between demons and gods must have just broken out nearby.

Perhaps soon, the metal pathway will invade this realm and transform it into a bridgehead.

Modi didn't know much about the metal pathway; he only knew that those iron lumps were keen on assimilation and expansion.

The moment they arrive in this world, they'll probably spread out the "Steel Land" and then mass-produce troops like crazy.

Modi heard all of this from his friends.

His incarnations are spread throughout the world, so it's normal for him to know one or two well-informed friends, right?

"We need to speed things up..."

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"Speed ​​up what progress?" Liu Wuxian scratched his cheek, then said with difficulty, "That's right, senior, there are too many corpses outside, I'm afraid we can't burn them all."

Outside the spiritual energy shield, the burning bits of flesh were writhing, creating a sound even more piercing than before.

"I'll do it." Mo Di waved his hand casually, and a gentle breeze came.

The wind fanned the flames, and in an instant, the fire raged much faster than before.

This wind is probably no ordinary thing, but some kind of spiritual entity from heaven and earth.

The stern voice of his remnant master echoed in Liu Wuxian's mind.

She even felt that a gentle breeze could blow away the soul she had painstakingly condensed.

The souls of those bandits have probably been scattered by the wind, completely transformed into something smaller and harder to detect, namely, "".

"Alright, let's go. You need to speed things up, since nobody knows when the invasion will start." Mo Di patted his robes and turned to walk down the mountain path.

"Huh? What invasion?" Liu Wuxian's mind hadn't quite caught up yet, so he quickly caught up with him.

The two found the abandoned carriage and continued their journey.

Because Mo Di told him to speed up the process, Liu Wuxian no longer hesitated to use his talismans, using one after another.

It is worth mentioning that his talismans, like his elixirs, were drawn by himself.

"You can also make talismans?" Mo Di raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I know a little bit. I also know a bit about alchemy, weapon crafting, and the like."

Indeed, this child is destined for immortality. If he can't even understand these things, then he should go down the mountain and honestly take the imperial examination to become the top scholar.

They did not encounter any more bandits on the rest of the journey.

They encountered something even stranger and more difficult to handle.

The old man, who was being buried, lifted the coffin and angrily denounced his unfilial descendants for only wanting to outlive him and inherit the family business, but was pushed back into the coffin by his descendants.

They claimed that the old man was a zombie and even begged Liu Wuxian, who happened to be passing by, to help them resolve the situation.

Liu Wuxian, who was encountering such a situation for the first time, was completely bewildered. Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, let alone an outsider like himself.

No matter how much he explained the transformation of death and told them that people could no longer die, the group did not believe him.

"It's not so much disbelief as a lack of understanding. The world is only so big in their eyes. Things beyond that scope are probably considered by them to be on par with the indescribable."

Liu Wuxian poured out his grievances to Mo Di.

"If you give them a sword strike, maybe they'll understand," Modi joked.

"Uh, senior, you're being a bit too extreme." Liu Wuxian shook his head. "No matter what, you can't use that method. Who knows when death will return?"

Honestly, he sincerely hoped that the ordeal would end soon.

A world where death does not exist is undoubtedly abnormal for those who are accustomed to its presence.

The two passed through village after village and town after town, seeing so much along the way.

There are living corpses that rot but do not die, and there are also ignorant people who worship living corpses as Tai Sui (a deity associated with death) and even cut flesh from their bodies.

They also saw corpses that had crawled up from the ground, their bodies highly decomposed.

Their completely rotten brains are not clear-headed; they act only according to their obsessions or habits, bringing plague to villages and towns.

Some people have also discovered the clever uses of this phenomenon, which is particularly pronounced on the battlefield.

Because they could not die, the soldiers on both sides no longer cared about their own lives, and the intensity of the war increased significantly.

Even if the head is cut off and the body is chopped into mincemeat, it doesn't matter; it can still be used if pieced together.

After the war, special personnel will collect these items and try to piece together a complete humanoid figure so that the troops can be replenished.

"Unfortunately, the body I pieced back together is not as good as the original. I always feel like there are other people's scum mixed in with me. When I sleep, I always feel like something is scratching my internal organs."

In response to Liu Wuxian's inquiry, a soldier scratched his head and said...

Afterwards, Liu Wuxian remained silent until he returned to Mo Di's side, at which point he couldn't help but mutter, "They've all gone mad, and the world has gone mad too."

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