Chapter 437 - Road Pass (1/2)

Translator: StarReader

Editor: Elitecoder

Sss~

Lightning snaked all over the corpses as the materials and the wings shone.

They liquefied and entered the body, fusing together.

It went just like what Zhuo Fan had been through the first time, but way easier. Unlike the live refining he underwent, this time it was done on cold dead corpses; unfeeling and uncaring about some trifling stuff like a destroyed soul.

So, Zhuo Fan went big this time, a thousand of them at the same time.

With the job done, the bodies had a metallic sheen to them. Zhuo Fan made a sign, “Change places and let the souls return!”

Bang~

The human pillars exploded into a shower of blood and viscera. As the gruesome display splashed the ground with a sickening sound, it left behind faint flames of a spectral green glow.

Zhuo Fan made another sign and the flames entered the corpses. The corpses rattled and their eyelids shivered.

Zhuo Fan went through another sign and the corpses opened their mouths, while he sent a pill in.

“Fuse and let spirits assume their rightful place!”

Another sign and the rumbling continued constantly as the sky had a hole in it spewing out a lightning shower.

The mountains shook and Blackwind Mountain’s arrays were close to crumbling.

Windgaze City’s people paled, taking this unnatural phenomenon as the end of days coming to take everything they knew.

Zhuo Fan shook with the earth, knowing this was heaven’s way in showing its wrath, tribulation.

Any items this world did not condone incited the heavenly tribulation to have them all purged, disintegrated; to guard all living things from destruction, decreed by the world’s Dao. Zhuo Fan while refining war puppets was doing just that, going against heaven and bringing down the fury of the world on his head.

But he had put too much work in this for a puny heavenly tribulation to come ruin it all.

Since he was fully intent on refining the war puppets, he had a way to keep the war puppets alive, so to speak.

The snap of his fingers echoed out. The four arrays started up and spewed out pitch-black mist all around Windgaze City. The black mist wiggled and spun, swallowing all lightning strikes.

“Shroud the heaven’s eye, the Sun and the Moon, 10th grade array, Hidden Shadow Dragon!”

With a whistle, the black mist swept over the war puppets, covering them completely.

When the black sea passed, Zhuo Fan saw a flat ground, with all the war puppets gone from the bunker and his sight.

The rumbling in the heavens was on hold, having lost its target. The black clouds scattered, having nothing better to do.

The land no longer shook and Windgaze City returned to normalcy. But what had just transpired had every one of its citizens filled with a bad feeling.

Sighing, Zhuo Fan wiped his brow, overjoyed.

At least he had the foresight to use the new authority of the Luo house and mine his domain, gathering the spirit stones needed to set the 10th grade array up.

Everything would’ve been wasted otherwise, with even his home base laid to ruins under heaven’s tantrum.

Heaven was quite generous though. It would strike down with unbridled fury and unmatched force when anything foreign was taking shape, but will leave you be, once it was done shaping up.

Through the Hidden Shadow Dragon, Zhuo Fan hid the war puppets until the fusing finished. Then he’d have nothing to worry about.

[The world shall soon follow, with a hundred thousand puppets sweeping the lands in every direction.]

[Ah-ha-ha-ha…]

Zhuo Fan looked around the bunker one last time before leaving. Only the world’s odd phenomenon had left a mark on its people, yet they had no way of unraveling the mystery.

This event was the start of a quirky habit, happening every other month. With Zhuo Fan keeping mum about it, none was the wiser and everyone became more puzzled than ever. It was like the world’s aunt flo was doing its thing.

With no losses to worry about, no one bothered with it.

This was how the next few months passed.