Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Little trinket, become nourishment for this humble Taoist to break through the shackles of the Spirit Soul Realm...!"

Glancing at the dark corpse spirit struggling wildly in his sleeve, Yun Zhonghe's lips curled up slightly. The next moment, he activated the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture again, seemingly intending to refine and absorb the creature on the spot.

Whoosh! Uh...!

Suddenly, a powerful suction force erupted from Yun Zhonghe's right palm, surging towards the dark corpse spirit in his sleeve. However, the next moment, his expression changed slightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"This is... a backlash?!"

Yun Zhonghe stared in disbelief at the black corpse spirit lurking in his sleeve, his eyes flashing with astonishment and doubt. "How is this possible! Could it be that the message left by the Heavenly Corpse Old Monster was a fake...?!"

He once studied under the Heavenly Corpse Old Monster, where he not only learned the skills of controlling corpses and refining souls, but also learned the secrets of the Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Sect, which had perished thousands of years ago, from the old monster's left notes.

The Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Sect is famous throughout the continent for its Corpse Demon lineage techniques. Its disciples are particularly skilled in controlling corpses and refining souls. The methods learned by the Heavenly Corpse Path are also inherited from the Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Sect, but only as a small branch.

As for Yun Zhonghe's purpose in defying his superiors and killing his master to destroy the Dao, it was very simple: to monopolize the secrets of the Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Sect and become the sole controller of the Heavenly Corpse Dao.

"wrong!"

"It's the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture...!"

Seemingly remembering something, Yun Zhonghe frowned. The next moment, he activated the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture again, while trying to use his Yuan Power to lure the corpse energy, slowly moving towards the dark corpse spirit trapped in his sleeve.

Waaaaah...!

The dark corpse spirit struggled frantically, letting out a series of mournful cries. It seemed to be extremely disgusted by the Yuan energy and corpse aura released by Yun Zhonghe, but it did not completely resist, remaining in a state of half-hearted resistance.

"So that's how it is..."

Seeing this, a thoughtful look crossed Yun Zhonghe's sinister face. "Although the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture that the Heavenly Corpse Old Monster obtained was inherited from the Ten Thousand Corpse Demon Sect that perished thousands of years ago, it was not a complete cultivation method, but only a half-scroll fragment."

"Therefore, even though I have cultivated the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture to the Great Perfection realm, I am still unable to completely subdue this corpse spirit, let alone devour and refine it..."

"Damn it! Looks like I'll have to make plans for later...!"

Thinking of this, Yun Zhonghe composed himself and looked again at the Beihai Blade Sect and the Song family members who were engaged in a fierce battle not far away.

All around were bloodstains and the corpses of martial artists lying in disarray, but the Beihai Sword Sect and the Song family did not retreat and seemed to have the upper hand.

Although the corpses released by Yun Zhonghe were quite powerful, they were ultimately no match for the combined attack of the Beihai Blade Sect and the Song family. Moreover, the leaders, Gu Bushang and Song Rentou, were both young masters at the seventh level of the Condensation Realm, and their cultivation was not weak.

"A bunch of ants! How dare they damage the corpse I painstakingly crafted! Their crime deserves death!"

Seeing that most of his corpses had been destroyed, Yun Zhonghe became furious and whipped his sleeves around, stirring up another gust of demonic wind.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

With a gust of demonic wind sweeping through, several more eerie black figures appeared in the secret room, each exuding a dense aura of death, no less powerful than a tenth-level expert in the Condensation Realm, causing one to feel terrified.

"Does this guy have other zombies?!"

Upon seeing this, Gu Bushang was terrified and turned deathly pale.

After all, dealing with just a few corpses at the sixth level of the Condensation Realm was already a bit too much for him, let alone corpses with strength comparable to the tenth level of the Condensation Realm, and there was more than one of them!

"This... how is this possible...!"

On the other side, Song Rentou's eyes were also wide open, his gaze fixed on the emaciated corpse on the far right, as if he had seen a ghost, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Go! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

After releasing all the corpses on his body, Yun Zhonghe skillfully used the Heavenly Corpse Summoning Scripture, while pointing at the North Sea Blade Sect and the Song family members opposite him, clearly intending to kill them all!

"Ugh...!"

Under Yun Zhonghe's control, these corpses suddenly pounced on the crowd. The gaunt corpse among them let out a wild roar, and its right hand transformed into a sword finger, with rolling corpse energy turning into a sharp finger strike, pointing directly at Song Rentou.

"Wind-Splitting Finger...!"

The sharp finger strike came swiftly like an arrow released from a bow. Song Rentou's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but cry out. At the same time, he quickly dodged to the side, barely managing to avoid this deadly move.

However, the Song family martial artists behind Song Rentou were not so lucky. They were immediately pierced through the chest and abdomen by this fierce finger force, and strung together like a human candied hawthorn, dying beyond any hope of survival!

"You, you're really my second uncle?!"

Glancing at the several Song family warriors who had died tragically behind him, Song Rentou still looked at the gaunt corpse opposite him with disbelief, and then his gaze slowly fell on a large black mole on the left side of the other's chin.

About six years ago, his father's younger brother, Song Fuli, went out to transport a batch of goods to the capital of Dongyun Kingdom. However, unexpectedly, the goods were lost halfway through the journey, and Song Fuli himself disappeared without a trace, his fate unknown!

Song Rentou initially thought he had misread the situation, but it wasn't until the emaciated corpse unleashed a Wind-Splitting Finger technique that he became certain that his judgment was correct!

Because the Rending Wind Finger is a unique skill of the Song family. Not only is it incredibly powerful, comparable to a third-grade martial art, but once this finger technique is used, its power is like striking a cow across a mountain, making it virtually invincible among martial artists of the same level!

"Hey Song, what are you daydreaming about! If you don't make a move soon, we're all going to die here...!"

Seeing Song Rentou still standing there in a daze, Gu Bushang shouted anxiously.

The reason was simple: he was being chased by a gray-robed corpse with white hair and beard, who was as thin as a rake. Moreover, the opponent's strength was no less than that of Yun Zhonghe, and Gu Bushang alone could not defeat him!

"Second Uncle! Don't you recognize me? It's me, Ren Tou!"

"Waaaaah...waaaah...waaaah..."

In response to Song Rentou's call, Song Fuli only let out a low moan, his eyes still empty and lifeless, as if he had completely lost his mind and was no different from a corpse.

"You evil Taoist priest, what exactly did you do to my second uncle...?!"

Upon seeing this, Song Rentou's face flushed red with anger.

"Oh? So this guy is your second uncle..."

Seeing Song Rentou's face contorted with rage and near loss of control, Yun Zhonghe grinned and said somewhat mockingly, "Sorry, I've killed too many people and refined too many corpses; I simply can't remember where these guys came from in their lives..."

"However, seeing your filial piety, I will send you down to meet your second uncle, so you can keep each other company on the road to the underworld..."

"Damn you sorcerer, give me back my second uncle's life!"

Faced with Yun Zhonghe's provocation, Song Rentou was enraged. The next moment, disregarding the difference in strength between himself and his opponent, he charged towards the former, seemingly having lost his reason due to anger.

"Damn it! Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well fight!"

Seeing Song Rentou rush up to fight Yun Zhonghe alone, Gu Bushang's face darkened. He gripped his precious sword tightly and then rushed up as well, seemingly also intending to fight to the death.

...

Deep within the ruins of the Loyal King's Tomb, in front of a hill

Rumble!

With a deafening sound of energy impact, the surrounding area was shaken up with dust and debris, as if an earthquake had struck, making it almost impossible for anyone to stand.

Swish!

Suddenly, a slender yellow figure darted out from the billowing dust, landing steadily on the open ground behind. A solemn expression appeared on her fair and beautiful face. "Tch! What a powerful Blood Spirit...!"

"My brother was right after all; such evil creatures cannot be dealt with by ordinary means..."

The girl in yellow pursed her lips, then took out a bronze ring from her bosom.

The ring was shaped like a hoop, with a miniature Xuanwu (Black Tortoise) image carved in the center. It faintly emitted a spiritual aura and seemed to be some kind of spiritual treasure.

Not far from the girl in yellow, a twisted, transparent, blood-red figure slowly emerged.

The creature was long and narrow, but it had no physical body; it was merely a shadow. At this moment, it was emitting a strong, pungent smell of blood, and every now and then, traces of blood dripped onto the ground. It seemed to be something other than living, even eerie!

"go!"

The girl in yellow flicked her finger, sending the bronze ring in her hand flying towards the blood-red figure opposite her.

Whoosh! Roar...!

The bronze ring ripped through the void like a meteor falling from the sky, suppressing the blood-red figure almost instantly. The latter only let out a roar of unwilling anger before being refined on the spot and disappearing without a trace!

"Hmph! Let's see how you dare to act so arrogantly now!"

Seeing the blood-red figure subdued in an instant, the girl in yellow dusted herself off, then put her hands on her hips and couldn't help but smile, like a rooster that had won a fight, quite pleased with herself.

Meanwhile, fifty meters away, behind a boulder

"Wow, what an amazing girl...!"

Suddenly, a buttock shot out, then quickly retracted, revealing a handsome face with a hint of surprise in its expression.

"The Blood Spirit, one of the Three Calamities and ranked twenty-eighth on the Evil Spirit List, was actually subdued by her just like that?"

Looking at the dashing young woman in yellow not far away, Lu Feng couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He also felt an urge to go up and strike up a conversation, but in the end, he held back.