Boom! Boom!
High above the nine heavens, a sea of thunder churned within the clouds, vast and ferocious. Lightning crackled with immense power, striking like a beam of light toward the swirling black aura of death below.
The immortal corpse had revived, and the heavens unleashed their wrath!
A mere shockwave could reduce onlookers to ashes before they could react or scream.
Under the might of the heavens, all beings stood equal!
Hatred!
In the vortex of endless deathly aura and malice, boundless malevolence coalesced into a twisted entity. Its terrifying power morphed into infinite evil, the once-radiant immortal energy now resembling the darkest nightmare of the nine netherworlds.
Deep within the vortex, the creature roared defiance at the incoming thunder, its frenzied bellows echoing with hysteria. It transformed into a stream of black flame, surging upward to meet the descending heavenly lightning.
In an instant, chaos erupted, and spiritual energy surged like tidal waves!
The thunder and black flame annihilated each other in the collision, but their clash birthed a wave infused with death and divine might, sweeping through nearly a quarter of the secret realm. Countless cultivators summoned protective treasures, but they crumbled instantly, disintegrating into ash alongside the black flame and lightning.
Their souls could not escape; the majestic heavenly laws and punitive thunder purified them completely. Others, tainted by the thick deathly aura, had their souls twisted and lost, turning into wisps of black smoke that merged into the eerie, deadly realm.
"So powerful!"
"What is this?"
"Heavens, I'm doomed…"
"A great terror, a great calamity! I shouldn't have come!"
The survivors were gripped by fear. Some pressed forward, others stood paralyzed, while those with doubts quietly fled toward the realm's exit. Those who panicked and lost their way were either swallowed by hidden horrors, leaving nothing behind, or stumbled into the black mist, never to return.
"Is this… the monstrosity born from the corpse of an immortal god?"
Feng rode the wind, arriving just in time to witness the revived creature from the immortal corpse clashing with the thunder of heavenly laws. The awe-inspiring scene left even the seasoned Feng stunned.
Immortal gods were both immortal and divine!
They transcended mortal limits, becoming incomprehensible beings. Mortal logic could not fathom such higher lifeforms. Even though Wujun was dead, the creature born from his corpse, possessing only the shell of an immortal god without its divine essence or powers, was enough to crush the young prodigies present.
Only a few could withstand its power.
"That's…"
Feng's eyes pierced through layers of black mist and lightning, glimpsing a faint glimmer of spiritual light hidden within the creature's shell.
In the pupils of Wujun's remains, a radiant glow flickered, so deeply concealed that even the heavenly thunder could not detect it.
Only the fragmented immortal artifact's aura in Feng's mind resonated with it, as if yearning and drawn to it.
"Another fragment?"
He murmured.
Feng's achievements stemmed from his talent, inheritance, and the immortal artifact fragment tied to his life and soul.
Even in its broken, dust-like state, that fragment could sustain an entire secret realm. Its mystery eluded even Feng, who had grown far beyond his former self.
But he knew clearly: that mysterious fragment was his future, an unavoidable part of his cultivation path.
It was a great karmic bond, a great calamity, and a great opportunity!
"To hell with death! If I don't die, I'll live forever!" Feng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and charged toward the immortal corpse monster in the black mist.
Deep within the collision of black flame and thunder, among shattered mountains, where the half-freed immortal corpse creature resided, Lilith and the Evil King used secret arts to rekindle the hidden vitality in a buried demon corpse, imprisoned by countless immortal spells.
"Will this work?"
Lilith exhausted her secret techniques. As the saintess of the Demon Sect, her lineage was closest to Holy Lord Azhur. She faintly sensed the sprigs of Longevity Grass rooted in the corpse's heart, emanating endless vitality, nourishing a body long extinguished by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's power.
"Be patient," the Evil King coughed, a deathly aura briefly surfacing on his childlike face before he suppressed it. A strand of black light glimmered in his hand, linking Lilith to the demon corpse pierced by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.
She closed her eyes and formed a hand seal.
Outer body… connection… success!
Five senses… connection… success!
Soul… connection… failed?
"No, it succeeded!" the Evil King said. "The demon is thoroughly dead, even more so than Wujun. Without the Longevity Grass locking its last shred of spirituality, it would've turned to dust long ago."
With his aid, a faint connection formed between Lilith and the Holy Lord's demon corpse.
Her eyes suddenly reddened, her enchanting yet pure face flashing with complex emotions, followed by pain and struggle.
Madness! Rage! Hatred! Defiance! Anguish…
Hunger! Fatigue! Tinnitus! Thirst! Suffocation…
Overwhelming negative emotions flooded from the long-dead demon corpse, laced with intense desires, echoing in her mind like vibrant, exploding clouds.
Then, a presence as cold and pure as the moon, lofty, untainted, yet carrying unmatched destruction and power… along with a final trace of despair.
No… something else?
She sensed it closely, and her face flushed. Her delicate features turned crimson, her curvaceous body trembling. Her firm breasts pressed against her thin gauze dress, their tender peaks hardening. Her legs weakened, her round hips barely holding her up.
A gentle breeze brushed her silky skin, amplifying her senses a thousandfold. Intense, blissful sensations overwhelmed her, making her quiver.
Her flat, serpentine waist spasmed faintly. Deep in her core, her flower stirred, instinctively flooding with nectar, seeping through her tight passage, soaking her thin silk skirt. Her jade legs trembled, her body powerless.
A faint hunger, a lonely yearning to be filled, pulsed from her lower abdomen, waves of heat radiating from her core…
The Evil King's nose twitched, catching the faint fragrance from Lilith's body, a distinctly feminine scent, teasing and vibrant, laced with the essence of life and procreation.
Thick desire, the urge to reproduce, the longing to bear offspring…
"Instinct!" the Evil King sighed. Just looking at her stirred a faint emotion in his nearly lifeless body, but he quickly suppressed it. "No wonder this demon could tempt immortal gods to fall."
Like a dying creature's final struggle, or a human's instinctual arousal in the face of suffocation and death…
This reaction was especially intense in a nine-nether demon. Combined with its deathly resentment and despair, it could shatter any mind. Lilith, nearly fully connected to the demon, was directly overwhelmed.
"Ugh…"
Amid the black mist and swirling vortex, a pitch-black figure emerged. Its body was scarred, skin dark as ink, hair writhing like venomous snakes, yet it seemed on the verge of collapse.
Its soul and consciousness had been obliterated by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's sword ten thousand years ago, but its corpse rivaled Wujun's immortal body, lifelike and undecayed.
Sensing its first connection in millennia, the demon corpse stirred faintly, as if responding to Lilith's resonance, struggling to rise from its tomb.
Boom!