872 The Return (1/2)

Inside the world of the ancient tombs, all the tombs, skeletons, and disciples, vanished under the influence of the Heart Saint and left no trace behind. Only the dark Corpse of Nether with white gleam, the White Mustard Ring of the Nether Emperor, the life-and-death pen trapped by Meng Qi, and the Northern Dragon and the congenital corpse of god who were still fighting their battles were left behind.

”What a terrible weapon of mass destruction...” Meng Qi thought with pity.

At this moment, Mr. Lu lifted up the lid of the coffin and closed the bronze ancient coffin the remaining slough of the Heart Saint lay in. He then lit three blue lamps of azraell and placed them respectively on the head, chest, and the soles of the feet to prevent the Heart Saint from coming back to life again.

Su Wuming turned swiftly and launched an attack on the Northern Dragon and the congenital corpse of god almost simultaneously with his sword to help priest Yun He and Xuan Bei of Shaolin end the battle as soon as possible.

Instead of participating in the battle, Meng Qi stayed behind and looked at the the Corpse of Nether that gave others extreme feelings of pressure. It was pitch-black with bones of wings on its back. It had two horns on its head and all the one thousand two hundred and ninety six bones gleamed white like a ray of light in the dark or a ray of life in death. But there were four bones different from the others. They showed a shade of green in the blackness and they did not give off a feeling of sacredness or evil.

They were the right and left hand bones, a rib, and a toe bone.

”Four bones of the Nether were missing. The most important one is mine, and the other three are in the hands of the Devil Master...” the memory Meng Qi had aroused from the fragment of the Nether Emperor explained the situation. Meng Qi disdained the clumsy copy made by the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect. It seemed to be the bones of the Nether Emperor himself.

Removing the bone of the left hand, Meng Qi held his breath as he concentrated his sense around it with a clear mind and reached out the hand bone in his palm cautiously.

The hand bone had just touched the nearby skeleton when suddenly a bright light burst out. Thick yellowish blood instantly covered the surroundings. The feeling of burning destruction or cold evil pushed Meng Qi away all of a sudden.

The hand bone returned to its original position, and a trail of yellow bloody glow appeared on the huge skeleton, flowing in every direction and making Meng Qi feeling dizzy. The memory of the past and the marks of the reincarnation seemed to become blurred.

The yellowish bloody substance around the Corpse of Nether flowed and circulated like manna and blood, giving off a sacred feeling of omnipresence. The nearby void cracked, and the quietly surging yellow river of blood could be seen faintly. In the river, numerous ghosts floated with empty eyes and could never have another life.

At this time, the Devil Master Han Guang on the outside peak changed his face slightly. The White Mustard Ring on his hand mustard let out waves of bloody yellow light that shook the earth and lit up the sky.

Meng Qi felt this and turned his head abruptly. He saw Han Guang through the connection between the Corpse of Nether and the remaining bones.

The Devil Master had come! Meng Qi had initially thought of this just as a nip in the bud to prevent an unexpected situation from happening. But as he knew from the memory of the Nether Emperor that the other three bones had fallen into the hands of the Devil Master, he guessed that the Devil Master would probably wait aside for a chance to attack.

Han Guang's eyes met with that of Meng Qi. He felt the Corpse of Nether call to the items in his mustard ring, and then he saw an invisible sword beam without phase appeared suddenly and pierced down from the top of his head. He saw Mr. Lu turned to look at him.

He Qi was in the dark! Han Guang's eyes narrowed and his right hand clenched into a fist, letting out a light wave in the void and making the invisible sword beam slow down. At the same time, three dark bones flew out of his mustard ring and went into the world of ancient tomb.

If he got trapped by the Corpse of Nether because of them and could not escape, that would lead to a serious loss!

The yellow light of blood on the mustard ring disappeared. Before He Qi and Mr. Lu could launch their attack, Han Guang stepped back and retreated. His figure blurred and his sleeves fluttered as if he had disappeared into the long river of time.

The three bones flew into the tomb, and then onto the Corpse of Nether to each others' places. The bones that used to take their places broke into ashes as soon as they dropped out as if the Corpse of Nether had taken away all their vitality.

Seeing this, Meng Qi smirked, ”That was the price to pay for being on the sidelines!”

Creak, the finally completed Corpse of Nether shuddered. White bones with dark gleam popped out from the joints. Each bone extended into the void as if connected with all the universes. Then, a sense of ancient, majestic holiness surged up unstoppably, making the nearby Meng Qi shudder even under the protection of the Fire Blade of Lingbao.

It was like the Corpse of Nether was everywhere, like the rules of heaven and earth, like deep subtleness, like constant division and like immortality. The breath of legend came right in his face!

...

A sound of a rumble came!

In the Nine Levels of the Underground, a yellow river of blood water went through every layer of secret realms and flowed quietly eternally, sinking everything inside. Suddenly, the water of the Nether boiled, setting off waves a few hundred meters high like a crazy bloody yellow dragon.

The ghosts and spirits in the river looked up at the sky and let out a shrill cry that shocked everywhere along the river.

”Our master is about to return!”

...

In a universe somewhere, an ancient city built of livid stone stood on the wasteland and attracted many priests to come and explore.

It was said that this was once the ghost city of the Yama who was in charge of the death of every living being. Then the Yama mysteriously disappeared suddenly and the place gradually became dilapidated. People could no longer see the ghost king and ghost judge nor millions of ghost soldiers paving the way. Only secrets and treasures left.

Right now, a few priests arrived at the front gate of the ghost city and were about to enter. Suddenly, they felt the earth shake violently, the livid stone wall shook off its grey dust, and the huge locust tree opposite the gate started to burn like a giant candle.

The ground cracked countless cracks and numerous pairs of green or red eyes emerged in the depths that made people feel extremely creepy.

They laughed wildly and shouted in unison,

”Your majesty is about to return!”

Dark clouds gathered and blotted out the day.

...…

For tens of thousands of years, an ancient and huge pyramid had silently gazed at the sparkling river that had kept the soil on both sides fertile. It was like the incarnation of a demon, who ruled the world in their place.

All of a sudden, the pyramid collapsed. The stones turned to mud, and the whole building fell apart. The priests inside were not hurt, they were just covered with mud.

They looked at each other in bewilderment. Then they heard a dull, sharp crack, and they saw that the base of the original pyramid had broken apart, revealing another pyramid inside. A dark pyramid with its spire pointed downwardly.

As the black air drifted from the crack, beetles crawled out in a dense mass. The priests were shocked at first, but then they fell on their knees in great joy and exclaimed,

”The great immortal is about to wake up!”