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Chapter 354: The King of Hell's Touch Bestows Immortality, Unprecedented Consecutive Double Dao Frui
Chapter 354: The King of Hell's Touch Bestows Immortality, Unprecedented Consecutive Double Dao Fruit Transformation [Seeking Monthly Votes] (Part 1)
The Netherworld is fair.
It gives everyone a chance.
As long as one humbly submits.
Then one has the opportunity to obtain a rebirth package, but the prerequisite is...
Submission.
Li Che spread his five fingers and placed them on the remaining golden skull of Huang Mei.
The King of Hell's touch bestows immortality! By becoming a spirit-binding incarnation, one truly achieves immortality. Even if the body perishes, it can reconstitute itself, and no matter how powerful the force, it cannot annihilate the spirit-bound.
Unless that powerful existence can trace back to the source, find the origin of the spirit-binding power, and eradicate it.
And the source of the spirit-binding... is Li Che himself.
The 'Pure Mind Fruit' Dao Fruit in Li Che's heart! Only by following the spirit-binding and annihilating the Pure Mind Fruit Dao Fruit can the spirit-binding truly be destroyed.
And the Pure Mind Fruit Dao Fruit...
Is hanging in the vast and boundless Dao Tree space, possessing great mystery.
Li Che couldn't imagine how terrifying the power would be that could trace back to the spirit-binding, find the Dao Fruit, and then annihilate it from the Dao Tree!
"You want to atone, but shedding a tear of a demon is not enough. You need to show it through actions. As long as hell exists, you will never attain Buddhahood."
A calm voice echoed from beneath the mask, divided into black and white, with a boundary between yin and yang, day and night.
It carried indifference and coldness.
Even Lu Tai Bai, standing with his sword sheathed and silver hair dancing in the wind, felt his hairs stand on end.
Then...
Lu Tai Bai's pupils constricted.
An intense sense of disbelief radiated from his eyes.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably with sword intent and sword qi!
This...
What is this?!
The King of Hell's five fingers curved like hooks, pressing down on Huang Mei's golden skeletal remains, charred by the Infernal Lotus Flame.
Streams of black gas rose like burnt offerings, resembling the opening of the netherworld, with endless black smoke billowing out.
"Soul, return—"
"Spirit-bound, bow to me!"
Clatter, clatter!
The entire Ink City Hell Capital, almost completely reduced to ruins, shook violently.
Countless ink-colored droplets falling from the sky soaked the ruins, like a cold rain during a funeral, carrying solemnity and silence.
The entire world seemed to lose its color, leaving only black and white, representing death.
A deep voice resonated, like an ancient human tribe on a desolate plain, burning black smoke on a bloodstained stone altar, chanting as if communicating with the gates of death, allowing the departed souls to return from the netherworld!
Countless death-like black gases filled the air, swirling and spreading around the King of Hell and Huang Mei's golden skeletal remains, constantly intertwining and spiraling!
Clatter, clatter!
The sound of cold chains clanking and scraping echoed from the heavens.
It was as if someone was emerging from the depths of an abyss, a darkness so profound that no trace of life could be seen.
An enormous black hole appeared, formed entirely from intertwining death auras.
Beneath Lu Tai Bai's cracked Hunter King mask, an expression of sheer terror emerged.
Such dense death auras...
This death aura was different from that of the Corpse Deity Sect; it was pure, without any trace of evil, a true aura of death.
Lu Tai Bai stared intently at the pitch-black death aura that had condensed into a black hole, and the chilling sound of clanking chains made every hair on his body stand on end.
The black hole of death devoured all light, leaving only darkness.
It seemed to connect the netherworld and the mortal realm!
Then...
Slowly, one by one, black threads, as if woven from death itself, descended. The death aura swirled around them, filled with vibrant life force, intertwining and binding together.
Like a mother's thread, it slowly wove into a human form!
Countless black threads converged, forming a dense pile of ink.
The robe fluttered, its golden edges shimmering, and the face, weathered like an old tree, trembled slightly. Two long yellow eyebrows danced in the wind!
On the forehead, nine precept scars glowed faintly!
Huang Mei!
He was alive!
Lu Tai Bai's eyes widened in shock, his heart filled with disbelief and awe.
Blood, flesh, essence, and soul!
All were present!
It was hard to believe that this was a dead man!
Not a fake, but a true person!
Huang Mei—had returned from the dead!
Beneath Lu Tai Bai's mask, his pupils dilated in shock.
No!
Lu Tai Bai's scalp tingled, and every silver hair stood on end. His sword qi stirred uncontrollably within him.
As a top-tier Ultimate Apex, Lu Tai Bai had never been shocked or mentally disturbed by any strange occurrences.
But this time, his worldview and consciousness were shaken to the core!
What exactly is the Netherworld?
Could it truly be a force that governs life and death?!
Hum—
The White Sword slipped out of his wide sleeves, grasped in his hand, its blade seemingly reflecting his turbulent state of mind, trembling intensely with a mix of horror and solemnity.
The Netherworld... was incredibly eerie!
Even after Lu Tai Bai had just flawlessly coordinated with the King of Hell to eliminate Huang Mei, a top-tier Ultimate Apex ranked on the Double List.
However, Lu Tai Bai had witnessed the Netherworld's truly terrifying side, a force capable of resurrecting the dead.
This Netherworld instilled fear!
"Amitabha..."
Huang Mei clasped his palms together, and the chains binding his body vanished, granting him relief and a genuine rebirth, a new life.
The ink-colored raindrops fell upon him, splattering as they hit his body, allowing Huang Mei to truly experience the sensation of rain, a feeling that confirmed his resurrection.
But...
Huang Mei gazed at the golden Buddha bone held between the King of Hell's fingers.
It was his Buddha bone, proof of his death.
Indeed, Huang Mei had died, but the Netherworld had brought him back to life.
"As long as the hells are not empty, you will continue striving for your childhood vow. The Netherworld will be your strongest support, enabling you to truly empty the hells." The King of Hell's voice echoed faintly.
Huang Mei's eyes flickered, and his face, resembling the bark of a withered old tree, revealed a hint of emotion.
The message conveyed to his mind made his expression complex; he now knew the identity of the person before him. This King of Hell, or rather, the entire Netherworld, was not what he had imagined.
Considering the numerous factions, he had made various judgments and speculations, thinking that the Netherworld was a force created by the gods who had revived in the Deceptive Tower. He had even pondered which faction it might be—the Black Vajra, the Shadow Heavenly Court, or the Mysterious Demon Den...
But now, it seemed that all his guesses were just a joke.
Huang Mei's complex expression carried a hint of admiration.
It was genuine admiration from the depths of his heart.
Because he had never imagined that the entire Netherworld would be controlled by a single person!
There was only one living person, oh, two...
And a cat-faced one, but that was insignificant.
The true backbone had always been a single person.
Impressive.
Huang Mei sighed.
A person overlooked by everyone, considered honest and straightforward, this Divine Falcon Half-Saint...
Was the mastermind behind the Netherworld! It was all him!
Even Huang Mei, in this moment, couldn't help but be convinced.
"I, Huang Mei, pay my respects to the Lord."
Huang Mei didn't reveal Li Che's identity; he was wise, as Lu Tai Bai was also present.
Lu Tai Bai was currently astonished by the Netherworld's mysterious resurrection methods, and since he wasn't truly dead, not a genuine Binding Spirit, exposing Li Che's identity would bring no benefit.
As a qualified Binding Spirit, he should proactively share the Lord's concerns and thoughts.
Huang Mei was clearly determined to strive to become a qualified Binding Spirit.
Lord?
Lu Tai Bai's body trembled again.
The resurrected Huang Mei... had voluntarily submitted to the King of Hell? This meant the Netherworld had gained another powerful ally!
Lu Tai Bai seemed to realize something as his gaze swept across the figures emerging from the ink-colored city buildings.
His eyes landed on Yue Huang Long.
Yue Huang Long, who had initially lost his excess fat and died after triggering the Mystic Seed, was now alive and well, his plump and jolly face beaming with his signature smile.
As if noticing Lu Tai Bai's gaze, Yue Huang Long smiled and nodded in greeting.
Yue Huang Long...
Had also been resurrected by the Netherworld?! Lu Tai Bai instantly considered these possibilities.
Additionally, Lu Tai Bai recognized too many familiar figures...
The Grand Marshal of the Divine Origin Martial Army, Yan Jing!
And Su Family's Elder, Su Leibao, and the Su Family Patriarch, Su Daoling...
You Li Qing, Dragon Queen Consort Ao Yuxin, and... Huang Jian Jiu!
Huang Jian Jiu!
He was Lu Tai Bai's disciple!
Lu Tai Bai's gaze grew complex as he looked at Huang Jian Jiu, confirming his suspicions... Huang Jian Jiu had died, but the Netherworld had resurrected him.
Contrary to Lu Tai Bai's imagination, Huang Jian Jiu hadn't actually perished.
So many familiar faces calmed Lu Tai Bai's turbulent emotions. Perhaps, for them, being granted a new life was a blessing.
At least, they hadn't completely left this world.
Lu Tai Bai looked at Huang Jian Jiu with relief.
The current Huang Jian Jiu's aura had reached the level of a Two-Opening Martial Saint!
This speed far surpassed normal cultivation.
"What a Netherworld..."
Lu Tai Bai's complex gaze turned towards the King of Hell, wearing a black and white divided mask, his Qi blood emanating a golden mist.
Pure Martial Qi blood...
The Divine Monkey, Li Che, also cultivated Pure Martial Qi blood, but compared to the King of Hell, it was far inferior, likely inherited from the same lineage.
Pure Martial cultivation seemed to have reached a dead end, but why did the Netherworld continue on this path?
Could there be a path beyond Pure Martial in the Netherworld?
Lu Tai Bai's eyes flickered as he looked at the King of Hell, his heart trembling slightly, uncertain if the Netherworld truly had no way out of the Pure Martial path.
This mysterious force had an enigmatic foundation that defied comprehension.
"Brother Yan Wang..."
"Is there only one Yan Wang in the Netherworld?"
"Are there other Yan Wangs?"
Lu Tai Bai asked the question that had long piqued his curiosity.
Li Che smiled, his eyes seeming to smile yet not beneath the black and white divided mask.
"Naturally, the Netherworld has more than one Yan Wang."
Li Che's consciousness stirred, and his Dominator incarnation was activated.
Consequently, at the top of the Dominator Tower, a second figure wearing a black and white divided star mask appeared.
The Dominant Clone was directly disguised by Li Che as the Netherworld King of the Underworld.
Although Lu Tai Bai is the Sect Master of the Heavenly Origin Divine Sect, and he should maintain his air of mystery, he should also be allowed to have his own thoughts.
Sometimes, when a person is completely unaware, the acting they display is the most genuine.
Lu Tai Bai scanned the surroundings and sensed another Netherworld King sitting atop a building, emitting an extremely terrifying aura of pure martial energy!
His heart couldn't help but shudder. There was indeed another Netherworld King hidden away! He hadn't sensed it before! Perhaps...
The Yellow Eyebrow from Ink City Hell Capital was dragged into this, and his fate was sealed.
The Underworld had long prepared layer upon layer of measures, waiting for him.
Lu Tai Bai shook his head, his heart filled with an increasingly heavy sense of apprehension towards the Underworld.
Boom!
The entire city began to shake, trembling violently as if it were about to collapse.
The Netherworld King's eyes flashed, and he looked towards Yellow Eyebrow.
A slight movement in his heart, and he had already conveyed his thoughts to Yellow Eyebrow.
Boom!
Li Che directly opened the gates of Ink City Hell Capital, flinging Lu Tai Bai and Yellow Eyebrow out.
...
...
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air reverberated.
In the sky above the Fourth City, powerful auras intertwined, swirling like coiling dragons. The scorching hot martial energy instantly evaporated the rain droplets falling from the leaden clouds, turning them into nothingness.
The ground trembled incessantly, and the Divine Capital Mystic Guards of the Fourth City were almost immediately mobilized. The Azure Dragon and White Tiger Mystic Guards, clad in blue and white armor, rushed through the long streets.
A terrifying presence approached.
On the spacious streets, the Mystic Guards flowed like a mighty river, swiftly heading towards the direction of Little Harmony Temple.
In the void surrounding Little Harmony Temple, numerous Divine Sect Masters had already gathered.
Before Little Harmony Temple, a white-robed monk knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling slightly, his eyes bloodshot, as if two tear streaks had marked his cheeks.
In the void, various Divine Sect Masters hurriedly arrived.
Lu Tai Bai's Painted Immortal clone stood alongside the Sect Master of True Martial Divine Sect, Shi Jian, in the air, their complex gazes fixed on the scene below.
The courtyard walls couldn't block their line of sight; they clearly saw the tragic scene within...
Mutilated bodies lay everywhere, blood flowing like a river. All the monks from Heavenly Sound Temple who had come to the Divine Capital for the Peach Blossom Banquet were dead!
Regardless of whether they were Dragonlings or Heroes, even the once-renowned First Hero, Awakening Sun, had been reduced to mere chunks of flesh.
Changqing, Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, Bai Buyi, and other Divine Sect Masters wore solemn expressions.
They were shocked by the question of who had slaughtered the entire Little Harmony Temple, and they hadn't even known about it! And who could it be?
Such ruthlessness and malice! Boom!
The sound of breaking through the air echoed, and figures rushed over at high speed.
The Divine Capital Mystic Guards arrived, sealing off the courtyard.
Then, a figure covered in golden dragon-scaled armor, like a spear, tore through the Mystic Guard formation and slowly walked at the forefront.
Leading the way was a towering figure with a golden ring on his nose, squinting eyes, and a red beard. It was Wang Kui, the Governor of the Temple Guarding Office.
He glanced at the white-robed monk kneeling on the ground and kicked open the tightly shut doors.
An overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, and inside, there were corpses everywhere.
(End of Chapter)
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