208: Chapter 208 Corpse Plague Curse

"Then let him achieve Immortal Ascension!" The Master of the Jianheng Hall, Liang Chen, spoke, his gaze sweeping over the Jade Book.

"The Ten Directions Heavenly Net Formation requires the joint effort of ten Hall Masters to be activated, only then can it draw upon the power of heaven and earth to condense the Heavenly Net Body."

"Although Deep Abyss has fallen, the Luck of the Jizhao Hall is not yet exhausted."

"The Divine Envoy's requirements must be fulfilled by us; there can be no compromise."

He raised his hand and beckoned, causing the Jade Book to fly up and suspend in mid-air. As faint light swirled around it, ancient and bizarre runes emerged, appearing like countless wronged souls whispering.

"This formation does not rely solely on cultivation; it borrows Karma, obsession, and resentment as catalysts."

"Although Jian Xu has not yet undergone tribulation to achieve Immortal Ascension, he is decisive in slaughter, his Heart-Nature is ruthless, and a Netherworld fire seed has long been planted within him; he only lacks an Opportunity."

Liang Chen sneered: "Now, this Opportunity is to nourish the person with the formation."

"Using the immortal power of nine Hall Masters and a million wronged souls as fuel, we will help him forcibly step into the Human Immortal Realm. Even if it is only a pseudo-immortal body, it will be enough for him to enter the formation as the tenth person."

Guixu remained calm. "What do you all think?"

"Agreed!"

The ten halls of the Netherworld prosper and suffer together; how could the other six Hall Masters have any objections?

Now the problem arose: where would a million wronged souls come from?

Since it concerned their own interests, the nine Hall Masters fell silent.

Finally, Guixu spoke up, "Let us ask the person concerned, shall we?"

Jian Xu, who was busy handling affairs for the Netherworld Hall, suddenly felt the world spin, and he was transported to another place.

When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he immediately knelt down. "Jian Xu pays respects to the nine Hall Masters."

At the same time, his heart was pounding; he had been diligent lately and didn't think he had caused any trouble.

"Jian Xu, there is an Opportunity before you now. I wonder if you have the courage to accept it?"

Guixu explained the idea from earlier.

"Gather the immortal power of nine Hall Masters, use a million wronged souls as fuel, and help me forcibly step into the Human Immortal Realm to inherit the Jizhao Hall?"

Jian Xu was stunned by the pie falling from the sky; he stood there blankly, unable to react for a long time.

"What? Are you unwilling?"

Jian Xu kowtowed quickly. "Willing! I am willing!"

"This Disciple is a hundred, a thousand times willing!"

What a joke, he would have to be crazy not to be willing.

"This Disciple thanks the nine Hall Masters for their grace of recreation."

"And the million wronged souls?"

Jian Xu was taken aback, then his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth. "Leave it to me."

"Good!"

"Then we will wait for your good news in the Netherworld Hall."

"Remember, time waits for no one!"

Three years later, below Mang Mountain, at Ning Lake.

The lakeshore was covered with an endless sea of corpses.

At this moment, Ning Lake had become a sea of blood, churning like boiling water. Black mist obscured the sky, and the resentment condensed into substance, coiling across the firmament like a giant python.

"This is only thirty thousand; I have already slaughtered all the common people near Mang Mountain."

"We are still far from a million."

Jian Xu stood above the sea of blood, his face resolute.

"A man must be ruthless. If one cannot be cruel, how can one achieve Immortal Ascension and Dao?"

He formed hand seals, and the corpses by the lake were controlled by invisible hands, all falling into the lake.

"Merge!"

Seventeen years later, the entire Ning Lake reeked of foul stench.

The lake water turned from red to yellow. Jian Xu's eyes lit up with joy.

"Hahaha~"

"Twenty years of effort, today it is finally accomplished."

"Corpse Plague Curse!"

The water of the entire Ning Lake suddenly evaporated, turning into a massive ball of yellow thick fog.

Watching the yellow fog rolling in mid-air, Jian Xu nodded repeatedly; this was the most perfect masterpiece of his life.

"Wind Howl Technique!"

A gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing this huge ball of yellow fog out of Ning Lake and out of Mang Mountain.

The yellow fog was like locusts, sweeping across a thousand miles.

Wherever it passed, all living things were infected.

Humans and livestock would take one breath, and their eyes would turn red, losing all sanity, tearing at each other until their flesh was exhausted and they died.

Villages and cities fell into dead silence, and in that silence, they rose again to become nests of walking corpses.

The sound of wailing and gnawing intertwined into a web, shrouding the land.

Jian Xu stood in the high sky, his black robe fluttering, his eyes as cold as knives.

He looked at the plague spreading beneath his feet, and the corners of his mouth curled up slowly.

"Not enough!"

"Far from enough."

He bit his tongue, chanted a spell, and whispered.

"Plague travels in eight directions, drawing resentment to the Netherworld."

In an instant, the thousand miles of yellow fog suddenly sank, seeping into the mountains, rivers, and earth veins, following rivers, wells, and wind veins, silently seeping into the major cities of the human world.

Those who had not yet noticed anything unusual drank the well water, inhaled the turbid Qi, and the roots of the Corpse Plague were quietly planted within them.

Within seven days, thirty-six cities fell.

A million souls departed one after another amidst the plague and chaos.

Their resentment, unwillingness, and fear turned into wisps of black Qi, rising from the human world, converging towards the direction of the Netherworld Hall like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

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Xuan Mountain.

The entire Immortal Stone Mine was extremely quiet. The Disciples who used to study and cultivate in the mine were nowhere to be seen.

Only Approximate stood like a door god, his massive Dragon body blocking the entrance to the Immortal Stone Mine.

"You four little brats, stop hiding."

"Lord Dragon sees you."

"I already told you, the Master is in seclusion."

"He has been in seclusion for ten years. Don't ask when he will come out, because I don't know either."

"Eh, aren't you four inseparable?"

"Why are there only three of you left?"

Those three children, thirteen or fourteen years old, rushed in front of Approximate.

"Grandpa Dragon, you follow Ancestral Master Zhao and have great Divine Abilities. Please, save Hu Lu; he is dying."

Approximate didn't believe it at all.

"You three little brats, I don't believe you."

"You want to trick me into leaving here so you can sneak into the Immortal Stone Mine, right?"

"I'm telling you."

"Give up that idea right now."

Approximate held his head high, looking as if he had seen through everything.

It wasn't until One Who Listens to Emptiness appeared before him, holding Hu Lu, that he stopped.

"Lord Dragon, take a look~"

"This child is not going to make it."

Approximate widened his Dragon eyes.

"You old guy, aren't you also a Human Immortal? How can you not even save a little Cultivator?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness lowered his head.

"I have just achieved Immortal Ascension, and the Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals of the Lower Profound Sect are not yet complete, so this is inevitable~"

"Heh~"

"You are just unskilled."

"Bring the person over."

Approximate didn't care at first, thinking it was some difficult or strange illness.

But when he saw Hu Lu with red eyes, having lost his sanity, his flesh withered, and baring his teeth to bite people, he knew something was wrong.

"This is not an illness; it is a plague!"

"Below the Immortal Realm, who has touched him?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness's voice changed.

"Below the Immortal Realm? Lord Dragon, are you mistaken?"

Approximate's eyes widened.

"How could I be mistaken?"

"Below the Immortal Realm, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later."

"Corpse Plague Curse, could I possibly misidentify it?"

"It's truly damnable. Who is casting such a vicious spell in the Great Awakening Spirit Realm?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness panicked.

If everyone below the Immortal Realm died, wouldn't the Legacy of the Lower Profound Sect be cut off?

No, One Who Listens to Emptiness suddenly reacted. Since Approximate knew the source of this plague, he must have a way to solve it.

"I beg Lord Dragon to resolve this catastrophe!"

Approximate shook his head.

"Without killing the person who cast the spell behind this, this plague is endless and cannot be solved at all."

"What do you mean it cannot be solved?"

Zhao Yi's gentle voice suddenly rang out.

Approximate was full of surprise.

"Master, you are out of seclusion?"