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Chapter 402: The Great Malevolent Spirit
Chapter 402: The Great Malevolent Spirit
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As Wu Song spoke in a slow and relaxed manner, not only was Wugong Clan Leader stunned, but even Hu Ma was left bewildered.
"What the hell is this great malevolent spirit, a big lunatic..."
His heart even trembled slightly: "I told you not to just focus on slacking off, but to do something proper. I didn't ask you to create such a huge disaster..."
As he thought this, he couldn't control himself and looked anxiously towards the forest outside the valley. As the shaman god they had summoned began to dissipate, the group of sorcerers slowly revealed themselves.
They knelt in various spots within the forest, and the residual mystic power from their summoning still lingered. They were even more eager to obtain something from these sorcerers due to a certain panic.
But it couldn't obtain it anymore.
As these sorcerers continued their incessant worship, their bodies suddenly stiffened. With the melodious and gentle sound of Monkey Wine's flute, their already pale and lifeless faces lost even more color, and their eyes became hollow.
Then, from their foreheads, a red worm emerged, leaving bloody traces as it wriggled and squirmed gently, creating a strangely eerie beauty in the scene.
But the forest, which had been filled with the vitality of countless living beings, suddenly fell silent at that moment.
It was as if the life force had been extinguished, and the sorcerers in the forest died in silence.
Even Hu Ma's heart sank as he witnessed this scene. If Monkey Wine had been enraged and decided to take action against these sorcerers, perhaps even he would have tried to stop him, to reason with him.
There was no other reason; it was simply because there were too many people. This was an entire clan, hundreds of men, women, and children, not to mention they were his own clan members.
However, Monkey Wine wasn't just venting his anger by killing them. Before appearing in the valley, he had already cast a curse on the sorcerers in this forest. When he revealed his intentions, these sorcerers had already become dead men in his eyes.
This fellow had only appeared in the valley to inform Wugong Clan Leader that all his clan members were already dead.
Death could indeed evoke a sense of panic, as the sudden disappearance of a living being could create a feeling of emptiness. Moreover, these hundreds of people had perished silently.
Hu Ma felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the people in the forest slowly fall one by one. Even the shadows of their ancestors, who had been accompanying them in their worship, seemed to be fading rapidly, as if they had lost their connection to the living.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
It was as if the wind that could have swept across mountains and rivers had been confined to a small space, and the sound of its frantic struggle suddenly echoed.
Within the forest, the massive dark shadow that housed the shaman god was desperately writhing. The death of the sorcerers and the dissipation of their ancestors caused its enormous and intricate body to become like a rootless tree.
It struggled with all its might, but the more it struggled, the faster its body collapsed. From a broken yet colossal figure, it fragmented into pieces, and these pieces dissolved, melted, and gradually evaporated within the forest.
"Is this shaman god really going to be killed?"
At this moment, Hu Ma even found it somewhat amusing.
As he witnessed this colossal being crumble and dissolve before his eyes, an indescribable surge of emotions welled up within him...
He hadn't been slacking off...
He had used the New Year in the Manor as a talisman, borrowed mystic power from the Ghost Summoning Altar, and borrowed the name of Lady Red Lantern. He had even persuaded an experienced Blood Xiu Guardian to act as a shield, holding a redwood sword and treading the Seven Star Steps, fighting the terrifying shaman god to a standstill and gaining the upper hand.
However, eliminating the shaman god was absolutely out of the question. Just withstanding its power was a victory in itself.
But then, Monkey Wine had simply declared its destruction and carried it out so thoroughly, causing its body and spirit to perish.
"So, what's the difference between us?"
It was undeniable that Hu Ma had high aspirations, but this time, he admitted his inferiority.
It wasn't just a matter of being inferior; the gap was immense, as vast as the distance from here to Mingzhou!
But why was the gap so wide?
Was it because he wasn't crazy enough?
Filled with awe and complex emotions he couldn't quite articulate, Hu Ma watched the massive shaman god collapse and its mystic power dissipate. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "Little Hong Tang..."
"...Quickly, bring me a jar!"
"..."
If he had been asked to do such a thing, he probably wouldn't have been able to. But Monkey Wine had gone ahead and done it, so what could he do to make up for it?
...Don't waste it!
The Green Robed Evil Ghost had been killed, leaving behind a piece of green cloth that was tied to Little Hong Tang's arm. After the Five Sins Malevolent Ghost was slain, it also left behind a few black bones, which were quite useful.
Before these evil spirits were killed, they possessed mystic power. When they died, this power didn't simply vanish; it often dissipated, but there would always be something useful left behind. How could they let the power of the shaman god go to waste?
Unfortunately, this thing didn't have a specific true spirit while it was alive, so it couldn't be bound or killed. Now that it was dead, it seemed to be just a mass of malevolent qi, and Hu Ma could only think of a way to preserve a little of it.
Fortunately, Little Hong Tang was quick-witted, or perhaps she was just adept at such matters.
Upon hearing Hu Ma's shout, she immediately ran into the wooden house, rummaged around with her head down, and then rushed out with a jar on her head.
Hu Ma took the jar, removed the stopper, and then took out a talisman from his bosom. He lit it with a firelighter and inserted it into the jar. The massive, scattered, and concentrated evil aura outside the valley began to be drawn into the jar by him, strand by strand.
But it was a pity...
Looking up at the outside of the valley, Hu Ma felt an indescribable regret in his heart. All the things he had drawn into the jar were already considered rare and precious.
But outside, there was a lake...
This lake was evaporating and drying up, and all he could keep was just this one jar...
"That's not right..."
As Hu Ma gazed outside with a heart full of regret, he suddenly felt a slight, inexplicable pause. He witnessed a scene that he had not anticipated.
As the massive body collapsed, the forest and mountains, ravaged throughout the night, now seemed to come alive, writhing with broken branches and fallen leaves. They hungrily shared the essence emanating from the Shaman God, even exuding a demonic aura.
But these mountains, forests, and stones were just a secondary, superficial part. Hu Ma, still inside the jar, had heightened senses and a keen awareness of the energy meridians. He felt that beneath the earth, something seemed to be awakening.
It was a mountain range, half above ground and half underground, but not an ordinary one. It was a bizarre and colossal mountain range where flesh and blood coexisted, or the Heavenly Age Lord, absorbing and devouring the overflowing essence.
In a vague sense, Hu Ma could even perceive that within the massive, unharvested Dark Empyrean, a portion was absorbing this overflowing essence and undergoing a subtle transformation.
Transforming into white? Green? Red?
In any case, it was becoming something more vibrant.
This discovery caused Hu Ma's heart to sink slightly: "The people of this world are accustomed to harvesting the Dark Empyrean, seeking the mysterious power within. But the Dark Empyrean has also been harvesting something from this world?"
"It's just that the process is too vast and slow, making it difficult to notice, until this special time, when it clearly reveals itself?"
"..."
"..."
"Kill him, Wu Ya. We must kill him..."
At that moment, inside the valley, the Wugong Clan Leader, who had almost fallen into complete despair and madness, took advantage of the toad's cry and shouted his final words: "The madman has appeared in person. This is the best chance to kill him. We must kill him..."
"For the revenge of our clan..."
"He is not your brother. He is not Wu Song. He is a malevolent spirit, a demon..."
"..."
Following her cries, Wu Ya painfully straightened her body. Countless energy meridians intertwined and collided around her, and the entire valley was filled with flying and biting poison bugs, instantly transforming the Blood Meat Mine into a hellish place.
She seemed to have completely lost her sanity, her limbs contorting like a gigantic insect, rushing towards Wu Song on the hillside. Initially, she had only used her poison bugs to fight, but now, she herself had become a bug, a human-shaped poison bug.
And at this moment, Wu Song was indeed at his most vulnerable.
One could see that beneath his loose white robe, his chest and arms were covered in scars and holes.
Although the Wugong Clan Leader had already partially transformed into a poison bug, he still knew Wu Song's greatest weakness. Wu Song was afraid of bugs, so he had dug out all the bugs from his body and thrown them far away.
Venom Masters often used their bodies as armor, cultivating their own life-bound poison bugs. This was because Venom Masters lacked close-combat skills, and when approached by enemies, they were often at a disadvantage. Therefore, they would raise a bug on their bodies, giving them a chance to fight back at the last moment.
Only Wu Song did not have this. No matter how powerful his venom techniques were, he did not raise poison bugs on his body. As long as one approached his true form, it would be easy to kill him.
"Father..."
However, at this moment, Wu Song on the hillside did not even glance at Wu Ya. His expression was unreadable, and his voice seemed to carry a hint of murmuring as he spoke softly: "You seem very angry."
"It's strange. Only now do I feel like you are a real person."
"Are you angry because of the death of that thing outside, or because all the clansmen have died?"
"Now, only the three of us remain in the clan. I don't worship the Shaman God, and you are no longer human. So, Wu Ya, you should be the last believer of the so-called Shaman God..."
"But you drove Wu Ya to her death. Can't it be said that, in theory, you killed the thing you worshiped the most with your own hands?"
"..."
"Madman, malevolent spirit..."
The Wugong Clan Leader did not look at Wu Ya. The poison bug he was attached to was struggling to crawl towards the mineral vein. In his last conscious moments, he still found it hard to imagine the scene before him.
How could this madman be so terrifying? Every time he felt that the madman was exceptionally formidable, he would display a strength beyond his imagination.
If only he were truly his son...
(End of Chapter)
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