Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"Certainly!"

Wielding a blood-red blade, he charged towards the minor supernatural blood clones of the Nine Realms Gate, when suddenly a large purple mouth made of magical power appeared behind him.

The moment the incantation was uttered, the blood clones abruptly stopped.

"Disperse."

The blood clones exploded and scattered on the ground, forming several pools of blood. Then, several disciples wearing cloaks stepped forward and used magic talismans to burn the pools of blood to ashes.

That huge mouth is Hei Zhu's innate divine power, "Heavenly Punishment Mantra," which requires different amounts of mana to be consumed depending on the strength of the mantra and the target's position. It can be regarded as an all-around enhanced version of the Dog-Turned Thorn Curse.

The advantage of the "Heavenly Punishment Mantra" is that it can be switched on and off freely. Unlike Dog-Tsubaki, who is unable to speak normally and can only vaguely express his opinions through rice ball fillings such as "salmon roe" and "bonito flakes".

Another advantage is that mantras can reach the brain directly, unlike spells which use incantation to block hearing, and they are not afraid of encountering foreigners who do not understand Chinese.

Moreover, if one does not face the Big Mouth directly, the power of the True Word will be stronger when facing away, making it a rather unfair supernatural ability.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving my parents, my wife, and my children. I, Li Dahan, am eternally grateful and am willing to serve you as your ox or horse for all eternity!"

Protected by the disciples of the Nine Realms Sect, Li Dahan was sandwiched between his parents who had undergone Nirvana. With tears in his eyes, he respectfully kowtowed to the Nine Realms Sect, continuing even as his forehead became bruised.

One of the disciples, whose resolve was not strong enough, was moved by Li Dahan's sincerity. He silently helped Li Dahan up, covered Li Dahan's mouth with his other hand, and whispered "Quiet" in his ear. He only let go when Li Dahan blinked to show that he understood.

"This is the seventeenth wave."

At the front of the group, Hei Zhu, who had almost instantly killed several minor divine power blood clones, showed no joy on his face; in fact, he looked quite gloomy.

These blood monsters are endless killers; it seems that as long as they have a single drop of blood left, they can be reborn infinitely by dripping blood.

Logically speaking, even if dozens of powerful beings were to maintain such an unreasonable supernatural power, they should have exhausted their magic power by now. However, these blood shadows scattered throughout the human world showed no signs of weakness whatsoever. On the contrary, they were all incredibly powerful! They even grew stronger with each battle!

If she hadn't confirmed with her master, she and her senior brother would have almost thought that the Blood Shadow Calamity was Wanye's doing.

After the sound of kowtowing behind him subsided, Hei Zhu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, only to tighten again as he was stimulated by the blood-red clouds covering the mountains and the horrifying carnage that littered the land.

Even without her master's order from a few minutes ago forbidding her from killing any more mortals, she no longer had the will to kill the troublesome insect surnamed Li behind her.

Even if they were unwilling to admit it, the Nine Realms Sect had already lost all its strength and means in the face of the blood calamity.

"A desperate situation...?"

Hei Zhu clenched his teeth, his tightly clenched nails drawing blood from his palms.

"As long as our god descends, everything will be alright. Thanks to these blood-soaked beings, our god's power will be unprecedented after his birth."

The future master of the Nine Realms Gate, Xiang Yuyin, firmly believes in the power of the Myriad Corpse Immortals.

Hearing his senior brother's confident words, Hei Zhu's brows gradually relaxed.

Yes, as long as the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Affairs descends, no matter how powerful the Blood Calamity is, it will surely be ended by the divine might of Myriad Affairs.

After all, His partial descent in the past was already terrifying enough, so how could He possibly be defeated now that He is about to descend in full due to widespread witness?

That is the master of the law of cause and effect in the world of supernatural powers, the supreme deity who rules over all seekers of the Dharma and those who seek Nirvana, and the supreme being who controls the operation of all things.

How could the "strongest" possibly lose?

Disrespecting all professions is a capital offense; challenging all professions is even more reckless!

She looked in the direction where the golden flame giant sword had soared into the sky half a minute ago, and thought of the Three Truths and Myriad Laws Sword, which was quite similar to the sect's records. Her expression returned to its cheerful state.

"Tsk tsk tsk, who would have thought that the heretics of the Three Truths Sect would now have to stand with my Nine Realms Sect to fight against the blood calamity? Truly, fate is cruel..."

Hei Zhu's voice stopped. Sensing the familiar magic field, she and Xiang Yuyin turned around with some joy, but then their expressions turned to astonishment.

"Master, your...hand!?"

The current master of the Nine Realms Gate, Burning Dao Guest, walked through the air and descended from the sky.

His left arm was severed at the root, while his right hand held a strange cube with a magic talisman attached, radiating immense supernatural power.

The square resembled a large die, with each face containing a number of half-open eyes ranging from one to six.

The cube exuded a strange, ominous aura that made Hei Zhu and Xiang Yuyin feel uneasy.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Regardless of Burning Dao Guest's condition, the ordinary disciples of the Nine Realms Sect simply bowed respectfully, and no one showed the slightest surprise or concern about the sect leader's injuries.

The Burning Daoist merely nodded slightly before turning his attention to the object in his hand.

"Master, what is this?"

Hei Zhu pointed curiously at the cube in Fen Dao Ke's hand.

"I don't know either, but anything that can be actively protected by the great supernatural power of Blood Shadow must have something extraordinary about it."

With a scar on his forehead and bloodshot black eyes, the Burning Daoist gently stroked the prison gate with his right hand, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Just then, a mocking voice came from the blood-red clouds in the sky:

"Mysterious Farmhouse Inn, Open Now."

The runes on the cube emitted a hazy, otherworldly light, briefly putting the primordial spirits of those present into a state akin to a revolving lantern.

Memories begin in childhood.

The voices of my parents are both familiar and distant. The tension of being chased by geese at the village entrance and the delicious taste of stewed goose blend together in a daze. The joyful laughter of my childhood playmates still echoes in my ears.

Memories also change from childhood.

Discovered to possess the qualities of a seeker of the Dharma, he left his parents and joined the prestigious Nine Realms Sect. In the daily grind of cultivation and missions, his individuality was gradually eroded by the sect's traditions.

Choosing to believe the Nine Realms Gate's narrative that "all things are the source of supernatural powers" and "Nirvana is immortality" made him an insignificant pawn under the Nine Realms Gate's command.

They embarked on a path of no return, ultimately abandoning their original aspirations completely.

The memory finally comes now.

The strange, open cubes blocked their entire view.

In that brief moment, all the memories of the past flashed through the minds of everyone present, as if they were reliving their own lives.

Thanks to the system's setting that the stronger the seeker's Dharma body and the clearer their past memories, the effects of the various talismans from the past are exceptionally good.

then……

"Prison gates, open!"

The Prison Gate, which had been enhanced by academic eccentrics into a high-ranking and powerful magical artifact, successfully wiped out the current and future leaders of the Nine Realms Gate.

The town intersection, which had been filled with hundreds of people, suddenly turned into an empty space, leaving only the prison gate standing alone in place.

Inside the prison gates, a simulated black hole, recreated through memory techniques, delivered the final, fatal blow.

"Haha, this Zoro Poké Ball is really useful."

A new, powerful blood clone picked up the Prison Gate, affixed it with all the old talismans, and continued his fishing spree.