You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 311: Corpse Without a Name, Heavenly Venerable in Meditation - Novel Cool

Chapter 311: Corpse Without a Name, Heavenly Venerable in Meditation

Chapter 311: Corpse Without a Name, Heavenly Venerable in Meditation

Kneeling down, Qin Muye casually pulled up a corpse. The corpse opened its eyes as if it were alive, its gray, withered eyes staring at Qin Muye. A faint but persistent malevolence continuously enveloped Qin Muye.

Qin Muye paid no attention to it; what he was more concerned about was how these corpses managed to enter the Netherworld.

The normal process of death involved burial, and nowadays, cremation was often added as an additional step. However, no matter how one looked at it, there was no way for them to enter the Netherworld.

This feeling was akin to a hardware component suddenly turning into a software program.

Firstly, crossing to the Netherworld involved the soul. Even if the soul encountered misfortune in the Netherworld, it did not mean that the body in the mortal world would also fall into the Netherworld.

Yet, after death, a corresponding skeleton would always appear in the Netherworld, and those with deep resentment would form ghostly spirits.

Corpses and ghostly spirits were two different entities. The formation of a ghostly spirit meant there would be no corpse, and they seemed to be on different developmental paths.

However, both shared a common trait: an intense malevolence toward the living, as if they desperately wanted the living to join them in the Netherworld.

The Netherworld was filled with corpses and ghostly spirits, and only someone as fearless and skilled as Qin Muye dared to act so recklessly. Most other cultivators would not dare to be as brazen as he was.

"Having strength is truly a blessing; I don't even need to rely on others for research." Qin Muye lifted the corpse and leaped out of the Netherworld. As soon as the corpse left the Netherworld, it underwent a significant transformation.

It was as if it had broken free from some kind of restraint, transitioning from death to life, and it began to attack Qin Muye in a frenzied manner.

However, this corpse was only at the 6th rank, and its attacks felt like light scratches on Qin Muye's body.

"Die~ Die~ Die!!!"

The corpse's mumbling grew louder and gradually became more frenzied, as if it had gone insane after facing some immense terror.

Qin Muye effortlessly snapped the corpse's limbs and even dislocated its jaw, but the corpse continued to crawl toward him like a caterpillar. If it managed to get close, it would definitely headbutt him.

"Truly dedicated."

"But dedication alone is useless. Even if the body has reached the 6th rank, without a brain, it's all for nothing."

This corpse was now reduced to some pre-programmed instincts, akin to a machine.

For Qin Muye, who had a special advantage, it was this way, but for cultivators in the mortal world, it was far from simple.

The corpses and ghostly spirits in the Netherworld had special attributes that made them particularly effective against the souls of cultivators who crossed over to the Netherworld. More importantly, they had a significant attribute advantage.

Although the spiritual energy revival had been ongoing for eighteen years, it was still in its early stages, and there were not many strong cultivators. Therefore, the combination of modern technology and spiritual energy weapons could still harm various cultivators.

Otherwise, if the revival progressed to its middle or later stages, it would be a challenge for ordinary cultivators to use spiritual energy weapons to harm the strong, even if the weapons continued to develop and became effective against them. At that point, would ordinary people still be able to use them?

Whether it was the recoil or the energy input, it would require corresponding strength.

Thus, as the revival progressed, strength would still be the ultimate determinant.

This was also why countries like Yan and others kept the spiritual energy revival and the existence of cultivators a secret.

The reason was simple: resources were limited, and not everyone could enjoy the benefits of cultivation. If you took more, someone else would have less.

It was impossible for everyone to be as powerful as a dragon, as the distribution was inherently unfair.

While the Netherworld did indeed have various resources and could sustain a world where everyone was as powerful as a dragon, the problem was that few were willing to risk their lives to benefit others.

As Qin Muye continued to dissect the corpse before him, he vaguely heard a sound.

It was very indistinct and strange, but Qin Muye did not pay it much attention. He had heard such sounds many times before, usually just some form of enticement from corpses or ghostly spirits.

So, he remained focused on his task.

"The internal organs are no different from a regular corpse, and even the flesh and bones are the same. The only difference is that the skin lacks obvious signs of decomposition, which is common for those with some strength.

"Only the untrained corpses show signs of decomposition and decay.

"The stronger the individual was in life, the more lifelike the corpse appears, almost as if it were still alive.

If it weren't for Qin Muye's extensive testing, he would have suspected that this was a clone rather than a corpse.

"So, how does this corpse move?"

Qin Muye was puzzled. He had checked several times and found no reason for the corpse to be able to move.

As for the corpse's strength, that was even more absurd.

This corpse was like a battery. Even if the battery had power, it would just be a static battery if not installed in an electronic device.

He understood why the ghosts could move; they were akin to souls with a certain degree of self-awareness. However, every time Qin Muye tried to communicate with them, they would act as if they had lost their minds, wanting to fight him with nothing but hatred and malice in their minds, leaving Qin Muye with nothing.

To Qin Muye, it felt like a special security measure rather than a danger.

The Netherworld couldn't just collect these corpses and ghosts for no reason, just as the Shadow Realm's provision of the Extraordinary System to the Human World wasn't to strengthen the Human World's foundation.

Qin Muye had seen the world and wouldn't naively guess about the Netherworld with idealistic notions.

"From what I can see, the Netherworld is equivalent to spiritual energy."

"Perhaps the Netherworld is slowly extracting the entire Tidal World?"

His imagination ran wild. What if the Netherworld in the Tidal World was just a tributary and not the main body of the Netherworld?

"Thus, it could explain why I can't reach the source of the Netherworld, because the source is not something a weakling like me can glimpse."

"And these corpses of the powerful might not be from the Tidal World but were washed here from other worlds by the Netherworld."

Qin Muye closed his eyes, and the essence of the abyss flowed out from his body, forming a broader and more bizarre field of vision.

This segment of the Netherworld appeared before his eyes, calm and vast, as he collected and reorganized a large amount of data.

"I need to return to the mortal world. Spiritual energy might just be a projection of the Netherworld."

He needed to return to the mortal world to confirm his hypothesis. If it was true, then Qin Muye would have a good chance of completing the main mission, possibly even with an SSS rating.

"Friend, please wait!"

Just as Qin Muye was about to turn and leave, the vague mumbling in his ear suddenly became clear, the voice of an old and weak man, seemingly on his last breath.

Following the sound, he turned to see an old man in a Daoist robe sitting cross-legged on the surface of the Netherworld River. Upon closer inspection, he wasn't sitting on the water but on a pile of terrifying corpses.

The old man was also a corpse but seemed not quite dead, with a bizarre smile on his face and a mysterious hand seal that Qin Muye couldn't understand.

"Is there something you need?" Qin Muye couldn't gauge the old man's strength, which meant the old man was stronger than him.

In this segment of the Netherworld, bluffing was unlikely, especially for someone who could use a pile of corpses to elevate himself above the water.

"I have a request, and I hope you will grant it."

"I am a Heavenly Venerable, possessing eighty-one thousand scrolls of Daoist techniques. Now that my body is dead and my soul has entered the Netherworld, my lineage is broken, and I am filled with regret. I beg you to find a successor for me to continue my lineage. If you succeed, I will be eternally grateful and will offer a substantial reward."

The voice was ethereal and disordered, initially seeming close but then far away.

As the old man spoke, Qin Muye could see the corpse of the self-proclaimed Heavenly Venerable undergoing bizarre changes. Corpse spots began to appear on his skin, his flesh started to twitch, and sprouts of flesh grew from his skin.

Even his eyes began to sink, his eye sockets enlarging, dark and swirling like vortices.

An indescribable aura gradually spread, and Qin Muye's expression grew increasingly serious.

He knew he had been tricked.

This Daoist-robed corpse was not from this segment of the Netherworld but had come from another segment specifically to trap Qin Muye.

However, a sinister smile soon appeared on Qin Muye's lips. Want to trick him? Ha, that was asking for death.

"Sure, I'm always happy to help others." Cracks began to appear on Qin Muye's skin, and the black-red abyss began to show through the cracks, revealing a glimpse of its power.

(End of Chapter)

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