Chapter 751 - The Sinful Black Lotus growing in the holy pond (1/2)

Chapter 751: The Sinful Black Lotus growing in the holy pond

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Song Shuhang discovered that he was in the Netherworld Realm, and the nearby demons didn’t seem to intend on attacking him. That wasn’t all… from time to time, there would be low-level demons that would come forth and respectfully bow to him. From the looks of it, Song Shuhang’s ident.i.ty was that of a ‘demon’ this time.

In other words, he was dreaming about the life experiences of a demon of the Netherworld Realm.

Which demon of the Netherworld Realm did I meet recently? Song Shuhang thought to himself.

His ‘dreamland’ skill was a pa.s.sive skill, and he couldn’t activate it on his own initiative.

However, there were some requirements that had to be met for the skill to activate. As a first thing, Song Shuhang would need to have some kind of ‘contact’ with the person in question if he was to dream about their life. Whether it was Altar Master, Daoist Priest Li Tiansu, or Chu Chu, they all had had some kind of contact with Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang tried to recall the demons of the Netherworld he had met recently… the first one that came to his mind was Cave Lord Dragon, the source of the demodragon medicine. It was the demon that was most likely to have some kind of connection to this dream Song Shuhang was currently having.

Afterward was that four-headed snake demon that had died rather randomly. The four-headed snake demon had died in a pitiful manner. As such, there was a good chance that it had left part of its resentful spirit or some curse behind, attaching it to the body of the nearby Song Shuhang.

Then, there was that army of demons that had attacked Venerable White’s holiday residence together with the ‘four-headed snake demon’ and had also died in a tragic manner. However, none of those demons had a deep connection with Song Shuhang. Therefore, it was unlikely that he was dreaming about them.

There was also one last possibility—he was dreaming of Senior White Two’s life. At the end of the day, Senior White Two was also a member of the Netherworld Realm. However, Song Shuhang felt that the possibility of dreaming about Senior White Two’s life was rather remote due to his strange powers. He felt this innate skill of his wouldn’t work on him unless Senior White Two himself allowed it.

In that case… whom was he dreaming about? Cave Lord Dragon? Or was it the four-headed snake demon?

Just as he was in deep thoughts, the ‘he’ in the dream entered the deepest part of the Netherworld Realm through a long tunnel. At the same time, Song Shuhang noticed that he was carrying something on ‘his’ shoulder.

After entering the tunnel, Song Shuhang saw a lot of demons of the Netherworld Realm that were walking side by side with him. Along the way, none of the demons spoke; they all remained silent.

These demons were carrying corpses of ‘humans’ on their shoulders… and from their outfit, the corpses seemed to be scholarly disciples!

Song Shuhang’s heart skipped a beat.

After they entered the depths of the Netherworld Realm through that tunnel, he discovered that the number of demons converging there kept increasing. Each of these new demons had come over from a different ‘tunnel’.

With their numbers continuously increasing, the demons arranged themselves in three rows, and kept slowly walking forward.

Just in Song Shuhang’s line of sight, there were more than 300 demons, and that was not counting the ones behind him. All these demons—including the ‘he’ in the dream—were carrying corpses of scholarly disciples on their shoulders.

So many scholars had been killed! When did this happen?

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The crowd of demons advanced orderly, with more and more demons converging into their ranks.

Then… after walking like this for a whole ten minutes, Song Shuhang arrived at his destination.

The ‘he’ in the dream raised his head and looked ahead.

In the next moment, a gigantic black tree appeared before his eyes.

No, that wasn’t it!

Just as his line of sight moved upward, Song Shuhang was able to see the complete picture of the huge tree. The thing before his eyes wasn’t actually a tree, but a colossal black lotus.

The body of the lotus reached a height of twenty meters with its petals included.

In the filthy and evil Netherworld Realm, this black lotus was especially eye-catching.

The filthy energy of the Netherworld Realm was of a pale black color when compared to the deep black color of the lotus flower.

That thing was blacker than the black color itself.

Then, the demons of the Netherworld advanced forward one after another, throwing the bodies of the scholarly disciples on their shoulders into the pond of water at the foot of the Sinful Black Lotus.

After throwing the corpses into the pond, the demons moved to a nearby large empty s.p.a.ce and waited there.

During the whole process, the demons of the Netherworld were very calm and composed.

Aside from the noise of their steps and breathing, the only other sound that could be heard was that of corpses getting thrown into the water of the pond.

The line kept moving forward, and it was finally Song Shuhang’s turn.

He took a step forward like the others, and threw the corpse of the scholar he was carrying into the pond below the black lotus.

At the same time, ‘he’ glanced at the pile of corpses of those scholarly disciples.

In the next moment, Song Shuhang didn’t dare to believe what he was seeing.

He saw that the water of the pond was filled with scholarly righteous energy and buddhist purifying light. The water of the pond was very clear, enough to see the bottom, and a holy and pure light hovered above the surface.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call this pond of water ‘holy pond’!

There were countless corpses of scholarly disciples piled up and soaking in the water of the huge pond. Whether they were male or female, they all had calm expressions on their faces while submerged underwater… it felt as though they were sleeping.

Aside from the corpses of scholarly disciples, Song Shuhang also saw the corpses of bald buddhist disciples on one side. Then, at the bottom, there were also the corpses of humans with wings and some unknown pure white beasts.

Whether we were talking about the scholarly disciples, buddhist disciples, or the beasts at the bottom… their corpses were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with pure and holy energy, and had a righteous and clean aura around them.

All the corpses at the bottom of the pond had peaceful looks, just as though they were sleeping.