6: Chapter 6: Ten Thousand Zombies Bow Down - Mystic Immortals Form an Army

"Devour it for me!" Jiang Chen shouted sharply. The bronze coffin slammed open, and a giant devouring palm, fused with the power of time and space, rose into the air, lunging directly toward the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Heavenly Tribulation was enraged, bursting forth with dazzling, world-destroying lightning that struck viciously at the demonic hand.

"A deathbed struggle, utterly futile!" Jiang Chen sneered. At this moment, the Heavenly Tribulation was still incomplete because the Heavenly Dao had not yet awakened.

In a flash, the demonic hand firmly seized the tribulation cloud and forcibly dragged it into the coffin.

Bang!

The coffin lid closed, and everything returned to silence.

Jiang Chen exhaled softly, a flash of fervent joy in his eyes—this Heavenly Tribulation actually contained a trace of the Heavenly Dao's source, which would be of great benefit to his future confrontation with the Heavenly Dao.

"An unexpected surprise indeed." The corners of his mouth curled slightly into a chilling smile.

Following that, figures flew out one after another from the sea of blood.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred zombies knelt neatly at his feet, shouting in unison: "Greetings, Ancestor!"

Jiang Chen looked down at the clansmen he had personally created, his heart surging with irrepressible emotion. These were first-generation zombies, and every single one of them had reached the Xuan Immortal realm!

In the current world, Taiyi Golden Immortals were already top-tier powerhouses, and most Innate Demon God were only at the Golden Immortal level. As for Xuan Immortals, they were enough to dominate a region in this Honghuang World!

And now, he had personally forged an army of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred Xuan Immortals. Such a foundation, looking across the Honghuang World, was something only the Ferocious Beast Clan could rival!

The reason these corpse puppets possessed such shocking cultivation levels the moment they were born was due to their gestation within the Samsara Underworld Soil, combined with the six drops of essence blood sacrificed by Jiang Chen. One must know that Jiang Chen had already fused with three drops of Pangu essence blood; although it was only the beginning, his bloodline power could already be called the true inheritance of Pangu!

It was even purer and more powerful than the Pangu Bloodline flowing within the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

"I still feel like something is missing." Jiang Chen frowned slightly, his gaze darkening.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he forced out four more drops of essence blood. Together with the previous six drops, all ten drops of his source blood had been stripped away. This act severely damaged his vitality, leaving his face as pale as paper and his aura appearing extremely weak.

But he didn't care at all. As a zombie, the thing he feared least was the loss of essence blood—as long as resentment existed in the world, he could continuously devour it to reconsolidate his source.

The four drops of essence blood merged into the Samsara Underworld Soil, and the soil that had returned to calm suddenly surged with waves again, vibrating incessantly.

A thousand years later, four figures soared into the sky from the sea of blood. The pressure of Golden Immortals radiated wildly from them as they raised their heads and howled, their voices shaking the Nine Serenities.

Gazing at these four new beings, Jiang Chen nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "From now on, you shall be named: Shi Hou, Han Ba, Ying Gou, and Hou Qing. You are the Four Great Corpse Kings of my Undead Clan!"

"Shi Hou!"

"Han Ba!"

"Ying Gou!"

"Hou Qing!"

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

One hundred thousand years later, deep within the sea of blood, inside the bronze coffin.

In the dim space, Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes. A faint light flowed through his pupils, looking exceptionally wicked and charming.

"I've finally recovered," he murmured softly.

One hundred thousand years ago, he had used the Samsara Underworld Soil and his own source essence blood to create the Undead Clan, which cost him immensely. If it were an ordinary Innate Magic God, it would likely take an entire Kalpa to recover.

But Jiang Chen was different. He fed on all the negative energy in the world—living beings' resentment and ferocious baleful Qi. Those filthy powers that practitioners avoided like the plague were supreme nourishment to him.

And the sea of blood happened to be filled with the densest negative power. In just one hundred thousand years, he had not only fully recovered but had also broken through his constraints, stepping into the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm!

At this moment, two clumps of misty light appeared in his palm; they were the source essences of Ancestor Huangquan and Ancestor Youming. Back then, when the two were devoured by the bronze coffin, their physical bodies and souls were completely annihilated, finally condensing into these items.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing both clumps of essence into his stomach. In an instant, the spiritual power within his body surged like a rushing river, climbing steadily!

Late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal... Great Perfection of Taiyi Golden Immortal...

Boom!

A muffled sound exploded within him, like a rebirth from a cocoon. Jiang Chen's aura leaped forward, stepping into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm in one go!

"As expected of the source of Innate Demon God, the taste is truly wonderful!" He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, a bewitching look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

He stood up and cast his gaze into the distance—there floated a clump of deep crimson thunderclouds. It was the World-Destroying Heavenly Tribulation triggered when he created the Undead Clan, which had been suppressed here by the bronze coffin.

Approaching the Heavenly Tribulation, Jiang Chen felt a slight chill in his heart. He felt a natural awe toward the Heavenly Tribulation; this was the inescapable fatal weakness of the zombie race.

"With my current self, can I devour it?" His expression was slightly hesitant. He hated the feeling of being suppressed. When he originally sealed this tribulation, it wasn't out of fear, but to comprehend a method to counter it.

At this moment, he seemed to have an epiphany. With a thought, he summoned the karmic fire red lotus from within his body.

As soon as the lotus appeared, the surrounding resentment power trembled violently as if meeting its natural enemy, nearly dissipating.

"That's right! The karmic fire red lotus can purify the karma of all living beings, and karma itself is a form of negative power. If I can convert all the resentment power in my body and refine it into the purest spiritual power..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but laugh toward the sky.

"Let's test the effect first!" He suppressed his excitement, held the lotus in both hands, and released a wisp of a century's worth of resentment power.

Sizzle—

The moment the resentment power touched the red lotus, it was immediately burned away, instantly transforming into a stream of crystal-clear, impurity-free magical power.

Joy immediately appeared in Jiang Chen's eyes: It works!

"Unfortunately, the power loss after conversion is severe." He frowned. The century's worth of resentment power just now had ultimately only yielded ten years of magical power.

A ten-to-one ratio.

"But it is a way out after all. As long as I can continuously devour the resentment of all living beings and then purify it, there will come a day when I no longer fear the Heavenly Tribulation!"

His brow gradually relaxed. In the Honghuang World, there are countless creatures, death never ends, and resentment exists forever. Furthermore, ferocious baleful Qi and all kinds of dark filth can all be used by me!

"First, I will completely purify all the resentment power within myself!"

In an instant, Jiang Chen leaped up and landed directly onto the lotus pedestal of the karmic fire red lotus. Twelve lotus leaves slowly closed, wrapping his body completely like a cage.

In an instant, the blazing karmic fire surged forth, completely engulfing him.

Chiii— Chiii—

Jiang Chen's face was extremely distorted, his features almost displaced. Because his very source was formed from condensed resentment, the karmic fire red lotus was currently burning his very foundation.

"Ah—!"

A shrill roar echoed through the void, heart-wrenching, as if his soul was being stripped away inch by inch.

"Refine for me!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood. The blood merged into the red lotus, his eyes were as red as fire, and his expression was manic. He not only wanted to use the karmic fire to purify himself but also intended to counter-refine this lotus and take it as his own.

Logically speaking, with his zombie body, it was absolutely impossible for him to refine such a pure object. However, at this moment, his source was in the midst of transformation, and a sliver of opportunity quietly emerged.

But this process was more painful than a billion cuts of slow slicing; the agony was beyond words.