Chapter 475: Xing Chen (1/2)
Lu Yun wasn’t opposed to the beliefs of the human dao era. In fact, as someone who’d reincarnated into the world of immortals from modern Earth, he held the very same principles. What he disliked, however, was someone attempting to force those beliefs onto him in order to change his thoughts against his will, which was precisely what Qi Hai had been doing.
Moreover, there was something from Su Xiaoxiao’s memories that made him see Qi Hai in a negative light even before he’d met the man.
Qi Hai was the reason why Su Xiaoxiao was known as Doctor Poison, and why her tomb had taken on the layout of pearl-in-jade, teetering between the saint of the world of immortals who’d saved countless lives and a demon who’d reaped endless souls.
She’d slaughtered all of the inhabitants of some major worlds because they’d all been turned into zombies via corpse poison—a development orchestrated behind the scenes by Qi Hai.
The ancient had taken up residence in the dragon palace upon entering hell, whereupon Su Xiaoxiao had paid him a visit, but her attitude was far from friendly. Qi Hai, on the other hand, had been paying her a lot of attention.
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Qi Hai’s soul shuddered when he heard Lu Yun’s threat, but he swallowed his protests.
“I’ll give you two choices: either stay in the dragon palace and don’t do anything, or go wherever you should be.” With that, Lu Yun bent his mind to refining the soul shroud and replica.
Qi Hai sighed and turned to leave. He didn’t return to hell, but instead went where he needed to go.
Lu Yun looked up in the direction he’d left in, his gaze frosty. If Qi Hai insisted on becoming an enemy, Lu Yun wasn’t opposed to sending him back through the reincarnation cycle.
Upon his departure, a ripple spread from the enormous Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, Nine-Phoenix Casket, and Enneaqilin Coffinbiers. Something seemed to have been lifted, and hell seemed to further sharpen into focus.
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Bam!
A terrible crimson light washed over the ancient tomb. Lu Yun hovered in midair with blood seeping out of every pore, painting the tomb red.
The shamanic race was vicious in nature to other races, and even more so to themselves. When refining and nurturing a replica, shamans made use of their own blood. That was the only way for the replica to become a perfect copy of one’s self.
Rather than a method to refine replicas, this was a technique invented by great shamans to create new bodies for themselves. However, the race hadn’t reached a point where they could control the powers of creation. Unable to create real bodies, they’d instead turned to refining replicas with the same method.
The shamanic method of creating replicas was the greatest of all. Not even the replicas of the human dao era could rival its results. The Nine Yin Soul-Parting Wood was now the same scarlet as Lu Yun’s blood, and the tree slowly took human form.
The Dark Moon Shaman King’s soul had been refined into a shroud, entering the wood with part of Lu Yun’s nascent spirit. Suddenly, a terrifying soul-severing power shot out from the tree and slammed into Lu Yun’s consciousness.
“Is this the power of severing the soul?” Anguish flashed through Lu Yun’s eyes and blood drained from his face when the power threatened to tear apart and crush his three ethereal and seven corporal soul-parts. “What the hell is this?!”
A possibility came to him through the harrowing pain.
“Living spirits after the human dao era have no true spirits… Is it because they’ve been pulled out by something like this?” Hellfire burst out from Lu Yun’s eyes, but it still wasn’t enough to counter the strange soul-severing power.