Chapter 506: Corpse Divine (1/2)
The ancient Thunder God was a divine beast with an ox’s body, a single hoof, and lowed like a cow: the kui.
As a member of the divine race, its mastery of a myriad of thunders made it one of the strongest of its thunder god peers. It was no immortal emperor, but it came very close indeed.
In primordial times, there’d only been one kui in the world. Su Xiaoxiao had originally thought that it died in the war of immortals a hundred thousand years ago, but its sudden appearance overturned her assumption.
She was absolutely sure that Kui was here in its actual body. The Thunder God was real!
It was several orders of magnitude weaker than the primordial kui, but the special aura it carried was no different.
“How is this possible?!” The other immortals knew about the existence of Kui, but found the arrival of this primordial thunder divine even more shocking.
“Kui is dead.” Two searching rays shot out of Art Saint’s eyes. He looked up into the firmament, then down at Lu Yun. “Its corpse has transformed into a corpse divine. A kui has mastery over a myriad of thunders, but there’s one type that’s always eluded its grasp.”
“The azure dragons’ Yi Wood Cleansing Thunder.” Wayfarer paid no attention to Yuying standing guard over her master. To him, the envoy wasn’t the same woman she’d been twelve hundred years ago. The only thing his affections could linger upon was the painting he carried with him.
“This is because of Lu Yun again, isn’t it!” Art Saint’s words elicited indignant expressions from the others. If the Yi Wood Cleansing Thunder was where Kui’s obsession lay, its use must’ve drawn the corpse here.
The tide of yin spirits had prevented it from visiting before. As an undead creature, it could only be subsumed by its more ephemeral fellows. Thus, it’d come when the tide dispersed.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Kui’s singularly gigantic hoof stomped furiously on Azure Province, as if it wanted to wipe the place from existence.
Zhao Changkong and the Azure governor were both aghast. Though Kui’s corpse was infinitely weaker than its ancient self, it still retained power equal to a peak origin dao immortal.
Zhao Changkong hadn’t even plucked a single origin dao fruit yet. According to his calculations, he needed at least a hundred years to do so. That was why he’d plotted to release Art Saint from his shackles.
Though Art Saint found that he was no match for Zither Saint, Qin Sheng, he remained faithful to his prior promise: he would protect Zhao Changkong for the next hundred years.
“In actuality, as long as we surrender Lu Yun, Kui will leave of its own volition. Or perhaps him passing on the Yi Wood Cleansing Thunder will have the same effect.”
Art Saint’s words were cool, but intense malevolence flashed through his eyes. He wanted to tear Lu Yun to pieces more than anyone present. He would’ve regathered Yuying’s spirit and soul once he broke free, resurrecting her from the remains inside the tomb. However, Lu Yun had taken her as an Envoy of Samsara before he could commence with his plans, preventing him from ever being reunited with his love.
All eyes were on Lu Yun. This second disaster had come hot on the heels of the first. Azure Province—nay, the entirety of Nephrite Major—couldn’t keep weathering the storm any longer.
Wayfarer and Zither Saint fell silent. They couldn’t help in this situation. The only ones who could resist Kui were the two people able to wield the power of the land: Zhao Changkong and the Azure governor.
However, both seemed to be fraying at the edges.