119: Refining the Outer Path Golem

The temple was dark and eerie.

Bones paved the floor, and the surrounding rafters were a vibrant red, emitting a faint smell of blood.

Most horrifying, however, was the bone statue enshrined within the temple.

It had three heads and a hundred arms.

Eerie green flames flickered in its eyeless sockets, and its entire body was forged from intricately embedded bones.

A hundred or so bone skulls were strung together like a necklace, hanging from its neck and gleaming brightly.

The tiered altar below was meticulously constructed from countless human skulls, arranged with grim precision.

The entire temple was filled with the wails and shrieks of vengeful spirits.

Black Qi permeated the ground around Fang Yu’s feet, where fragments of white bone and traces of blood remained.

Several palm-sized gluttonous ghosts greedily licked at them.

With a murderous glint in his eyes, Fang Yu pointed at the bone fragments on the ground and said, “Chen Guanxing’s death is well-deserved!

Using humans as medicine and bones as a foundation...

In this one temple alone, at least ten thousand Mortals lost their lives.

To be ultimately devoured by ten thousand ghosts, that’s letting him off easy!”

Fang Yu had fought his way up from the bottom, accustomed to gruesome scenes.

But such a bloody method of building a temple with human heads truly shocked him.

Song Aqi spat fiercely, saying indignantly, “It’s a disgrace that this person came from Yuanlian Island; he’s simply ruining the Sect’s reputation.

These scumbags should have been purged long ago.”

Su Kexin remained silent.

She had a vague suspicion.

Many cultivation methods in the world were bizarre, especially those that promised rapid progress, often using human lives as a catalyst to accelerate cultivation speed.

Like the Blood Demon Great Technique cultivated by Li Changhe.

And the bone-built temple before them.

All were like this.

After all, demonic essence blood and demon bones were not as easily obtained as slaughtering Mortals.

Though the quality might be inferior, the quantity was hundreds, even thousands of times greater than that of demons.

Like chives in the ground, once cut, they would grow back in less than twenty years.

Otherwise, why would they be called ‘two-legged sheep’?

Moreover, there was no risk of battle involved.

Stable, safe, efficient… Su Kexin silently sighed in her heart.

She estimated that the other Yuanlian Seven had probably all fallen… “Let’s go… to Jing Ci’an…”

A month later, on their way back to Yuanlian Island, the three had dim eyes, devoid of any light.

“Bastard, did he feed Master’s kindness to the dogs… Speaking disrespectfully, insulting his elders, slaughtering Mortals… and even… secretly poisoning fellow disciples…”

Fang Yu recalled the events of the past month, and the anger in his heart flared.

With the Myriad Ghosts Bowing Chart in hand, he naturally swept aside all obstacles.

But what was more formidable than a Magic Treasure was the human heart!

Once, they nearly perished there.

Song Aqi sighed, “The world is degenerating, and people’s hearts are not what they used to be… Bah, what kind of human heart? It’s clearly a beast’s heart, a black heart…”

“Alas, I originally thought a hundred years in prison was too severe a punishment, but now it seems they all deserved to die.

Perhaps Master had already suspected this.”

Of the two generations of Yuanlian Seven, all but one, Chang Gui Hemei Zhu, who fiercely resisted and was sealed within the stomach of a gluttonous ghost awaiting judgment, were fed to vengeful spirits.

At the same time, the various Sects of Kyushu gradually noticed the anomalies at Wuwei Temple, the human-head-built capital, and Jing Ci’an, among other Sects.

Cultivators were cautiously dispatched to investigate, only to discover that these Sects had all been destroyed, their Dao shattered.

Only faint traces of rampant ghosts remained.

Immediately, the world was shocked, and the True Dan Grandmasters of all the Sects gathered.

“In just one month, eight or nine True Core powers were annihilated by ghost Cultivators.

Among them, many were the leading Sects of their respective prefectures.

Is the Chong Prefecture ghost nest expanding further?”

“The situation is still unclear… However, it is said that the True Dan Grandmaster of the Heavenly Calculation Sect, Tian Jizi, once entered Wuwei Temple to investigate and vaguely revealed that this was not a natural disaster caused by ghost Cultivators, but rather… a man-made catastrophe.”

“A man-made catastrophe? Who in the world possesses such power… to destroy seven or eight True Core great Sects in a month?”

“Could it be…”

Several True Dan Grandmasters exchanged glances, their lips parted but no words spoken, their eyes filled with astonishment.

A vague suspicion formed in their minds.

It was rumored that these annihilated Sects had all originated from Yuanlian Island… Great Shang Imperial Court.

An old man with white hair and beard stroked a green tortoise shell with his withered fingers.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Tian Jizi, have you calculated who is behind this?”

Yin Taixu asked, his expression serious and impatient.

Beside him, many True Dan Grandmasters and revered figures of the imperial family also showed nervous expressions.

Judging from the traces of the great battle at the scene,

It seemed there were at least twenty True Core Cultivators involved in the fight.

Such a number was already enough to threaten the Great Shang Imperial Court.

Old Man Tianji exhaled a turbid breath, a deathly gray spreading across his glabella, and nodded, “As Old Ancestor speculated, it is indeed that person’s doing…”

Upon hearing this, the True Dan Grandmasters exchanged glances, seeing astonishment and fear in each other’s eyes.

Yin Taixu sighed softly, his eyes vacant as he looked towards the horizon, murmuring, “This matter, I wonder if it is good or bad…”

...Yuanlian Island.

Secret chamber.

A young man with disheveled hair, enveloped in black Qi, hovered in the Void Realm.

His aura was weak, his limbs entwined with black Qi, pulling his body into a spread-eagle shape.

Behind him, hundreds of black spikes pierced directly into his crown.

This was Hemei Zhu, who had become a Chang ghost.

Gu Changsheng’s expression was indifferent. He cast a profound magical incantation with his hand, and the black spikes that had penetrated his crown immediately went deeper, the excruciating pain of soul-tearing making Hemei Zhu show a pained expression.

At the same time, wisps of black substance seeped from Hemei Zhu’s body, faintly revealing a hint of silver light.

The essence of dao karma!

Gu Changsheng’s expression shifted: “Is this the essence of dao karma…?”

In these past days, the Heretical Golem technique had already been elevated to the ninth stage by him.

Even though it was his first time using it, he was still incredibly proficient.

“Gather!”

He pointed sharply with his fingertip, and specks of silver light converged into a mass, floating in the Void Realm like a jellyfish.

But then, visibly to the naked eye, the silver jellyfish became ethereal, gradually dissipating into the world.

Gu Changsheng shook his head, lifted a finger, and the silver light mass scattered, falling back into Hemei Zhu’s body.

“Indeed, even the essence of dao karma cannot exist independently.

Once it appears, it will merge with the world.

Only a Cultivator’s Physical Body can store it.”

Gu Changsheng no longer held onto false hope. Black Qi surged, and hundreds of magical incantations were cast, transforming into black secret Texture, inscribed all over Hemei Zhu’s body.

As the last secret lines was engraved, they interconnected, and spiritual light suddenly burst forth.

“Ah…”

Hemei Zhu wailed as the black secret Texture expanded, covering his entire body, and in the blink of an eye, he was devoured by the secret Texture, turning into a withered, emaciated corpse.

His eyes were mottled white, and a single eye bloomed on his forehead.

His ribs creaked, and several patches of flesh swelled into lumps.

Pfft!

The flesh tumors burst open, splattering foul-smelling fluid.

At the same time, flesh grew, transforming into pale arms that stretched out.

“The Heretical Golem is finally complete…”

Gu Changsheng’s eyes were as still as an ancient well. He clapped his hands, and a figure appeared beside him.

It was the Yuan Lian Avatar.

Currently, Gu Changsheng’s Split Soul Secret Technique had reached the limit of Soul Power, so he could only let a Clone test the method with his own body.

As for the main body personally undergoing Fusion with the Heretical Golem, such a risky endeavor was naturally out of the question.

A streak of purple Escape Light flashed, and the Yuan Lian Avatar’s lotus root Incarnation fell silent, diving into the Heretical Golem’s body.

A few breaths later, the Golem opened its eyes, a strange smile appearing at the corner of its mouth.