Free Web NovelChapter 544: Chapter 326: Living Again—The Human Emperor Bell Suppresses the Martial Saint
Martial artists pursue great power, but aren’t they also in pursuit of immortality?
Even for a Martial King, not to mention a Martial Saint powerhouse who has already become extraordinary to saint, their lifespan is only about five or six thousand years, far from achieving eternal life.
When a martial artist reaches their lifespan limit and wants to avoid death, they can only seek some rare ten thousand year spirit medicines to extend their life.
However, spirit medicines that have grown for ten thousand years are rarer than Martial Saint powerhouses, and one might not be found even in hundreds of years.
Throughout countless years, many powerhouses have explored and pursued immortality, and there have been geniuses who created an unusual skill known as the Nether God Rebirth Technique.
This Nether God Rebirth Technique was created by mimicking the process by which evil spirits are born, combined with martial arts from both righteous and demonic paths, as well as elements of array and alchemy, making it incredibly profound.
Unfortunately, it is a demon skill within demon skills, extremely evil.
Of course, the Nether God Rebirth Technique can indeed solve the problem of martial artists dying of old age after reaching their lifespan limit.
In life, as long as countless corpses are used to create a piece of Netherworld, when near death, one seals their primordial spirit using a heart method and lies in a specially crafted coffin for thousands of years to be nourished by the Netherworld.
Thousands of years later, the body rejuvenates and the rebirth can be successful.
At that time, when the primordial spirit awakens and regains control of the body, it’s equivalent to living another life.
"It is said that once rebirth is successful, it is not just about living another life; the person’s aptitude can also surpass that of their previous life.
However, this unusual skill is too sinister. During the rebirth process, it requires continuously adding human corpses to create the Netherworld, from a few tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. Countless years ago, the Demon Hunter Organization destroyed this unusual skill, yet unexpectedly, someone here still masters it."
Zhi Hua and Feng Hua both knew about the Nether God Rebirth Technique, and there was an unspeakable disgust on their faces.
"Moreover, this kind of rebirth is not guaranteed to be one hundred percent successful. If an error occurs, a forbidden entity might be reborn instead.
It is said that within Cangwu Mountain, there is a suppressed forbidden entity due to a failed rebirth. Back then, it caused havoc across the Five Great Domains, and only a powerhouse beyond a Martial Saint managed to suppress it into Cangwu Mountain."
Wei Fan’s eyes flickered, meaning that the huge coffin holds a half-dead creature.
Yet, upon hearing that an entity within Cangwu Mountain is the result of a failed rebirth, his heart tightened, and he secretly communicated with the Human Emperor Bell.
Feng Hua, holding the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, looked uneasily at Zhong Jian’an: "Tell me, what was the cultivation level of your ancestor?"
The Nether God Rebirth Technique can’t just casually result in a forbidden existence; the key factor is the cultivation level of the person undergoing rebirth.
The forbidden entity within Cangwu Mountain was a super powerhouse close to breaking through the Martial Saint realm during rebirth, thus transforming into a forbidden existence upon failure.
"It was... at the Ninth Layer of Martial King cultivation level!"
Zhong Jian’an trembled somewhat. Ever since Wei Fan took out the Holy Weapon Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, his demeanor had changed from before.
When his Zhong Family’s ancestor sealed his primordial spirit and lay in the Netherworld, he was only at the Ninth Layer of Martial King, aged and decrepit. Even if he succeeded in rebirth, he could not directly transform into a Martial Saint level being.
With the three of them wielding the Holy Weapon, given Feng Hua’s Eighth Level of Martial King cultivation level, anything not at Martial Saint level could be destroyed.
The ancestor had been planning for five thousand years, moving to this remote mountain and spending over a thousand years creating the Netherworld before starting the rebirth. The Zhong Family then worked hard for thousands of years, continually maintaining the Netherworld.
Success was in sight, yet something went wrong. freewebnovel.cσ๓
He was somewhat despairing; if not for the critical need for a large number of corpses to maintain the Netherworld, he would not have kidnapped anyone from nearby.
"Only the Ninth Layer of Martial King!"
Feng Hua let out a sigh of relief. There was no major issue with a Ninth Layer Martial King, but they feared a Martial Saint level powerhouse undergoing rebirth, in which case they would have to flee.
"I will destroy this monster!"
Boom!
As power was infused, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle began to revive, sending terrifying holy weapon waves that instantly shook the injured Zhong Family disciples to death.
Towards these wicked people, Feng Hua showed no intent to save them, ignoring their life and death.
"No..."
Zhong Jian’an let out a shrill wail; those brought to the ancestral temple were all elite disciples of the Zhong Family, and now all were dead. The Zhong Family was practically destroyed.
"Ancestor, wake up, kill them!"
He roared at the coffin, his eyes red.
Among those dead were his brothers, his sons, and grandsons. The fear he initially had of Wei Fan and the others was gone.
"Buzz..."
In fact, there was no need for Zhong Jian’an to shout. At the moment the Holy Weapon Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle revived, the huge coffin started to vibrate, the four chains swaying frantically like four large pythons, emitting crisp sounds.
Even the dark Netherworld was trembling, with layers of black light shining like flowing water, absorbed by invisible power into the coffin.
"You still want to come back to life?"
Feng Hua shouted, raising her hand to throw the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle forward.
Blinding radiance burst forth before their eyes, holy weapon waves surged, instantly destroying surrounding mountain walls and carved arrays, and the huge mountain seemed to evaporate, revealing the sky beyond.
"Roar..."
As the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle was about to smash into the huge coffin, evaporating the Netherworld, a roar like a wild beast’s bellow echoed from within the coffin.
"Not good!"
Feng Hua’s pupils contracted as a terrifying roar sounded. Subsequently, an overwhelming force blocked the Holy Soldier’s fluctuations, shielding the Netherworld, preventing the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle’s wave from destroying it.
After the roar, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle seemed to have been heavily struck, its light dimmed, and it flew backward.
"Didn’t you say your ancestor was only at the Martial King Ninth Layer?"
Zhi Hua angrily slapped Zhong Jian’an. The scene before them was not something a Martial King Ninth Layer could accomplish.
No matter how powerful, a Martial King Ninth Layer couldn’t possibly send a Holy Soldier flying with a roar, unless the Zhong family elder broke through to become a Martial Saint in the Netherworld, which was nearly impossible.
The Nether God Rebirth Technique could boost some strength during the process, but it primarily enhanced innate talents, not helping one break through realms, as the Primordial Spirit must remain dormant throughout.
"That’s how it’s recorded in the clan..."
Zhong Jian’an looked bewildered. Could it be that the one lying in the coffin wasn’t their Zhong family ancestor?
"Stop being curious, let’s go!"
Feng Hua’s scalp had long gone numb. Sending back a Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle with a roar must be a Martial Saint technique.
Not to mention she’s only at the Eighth Level of Martial King, even a Martial King Ninth Layer would face certain death.
She grabbed the returning Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle and was about to step away into the void.
The next moment, an aura that made one’s heart shudder descended from the sky, blasting her back from mid-air.
"Destroy my Saint Rebirth, and none of you will live, roar..."
The coffin shook wildly, as if something inside was about to emerge.
Bang!
The coffin exploded, and out came a shriveled old man, exuding an aura of malevolence.
His entire body was covered in fine, white hair like mold, making him resemble an old monkey and incredibly sinister.
The overwhelming pressure radiated from his body like a tumultuous sea. Feng Hua, not to mention running, found it difficult even to walk. She was forced to only unleash some of the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle’s power, struggling to approach and stand with Wei Fan and Zhi Hua.
"You’re not my Zhong family ancestor, who are you?" Zhong Jian’an shrieked, his eyes raging.
Although the old man’s appearance was terrifying, he had seen portraits of the Zhong family ancestor, and this being emerging from the coffin wasn’t the ancestor he remembered.
This meant that the Zhong family’s efforts over the five thousand years, countless members’ actions, were all for someone else’s benefit.
Over the years, the Zhong family tirelessly collected corpses to maintain the Netherworld, even sacrificing clan members’ bodies to nourish the ancestor’s corpse.
After sacrificing so much, an intruding monster took the nest.
"You’re referring to the original person in the coffin? Years ago, as I passed by, I saw you creating the Netherworld. Since my lifespan was nearing its end, I took the person from within, threw them into the Netherworld as nourishment, and laid there myself."
The old monkey-like monster spoke in an eerie voice, causing Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit to tremble and nearly shatter.
"Pfft..."
With that, Zhong Jian’an couldn’t bear it any longer, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his Primordial Spirit began to disintegrate.
Feng Hua did not activate the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle to protect him. He was already injured, and with the monster’s oppressive aura, he was crushed to death.
"You turned me into this ghostly, wraith-like appearance, how do you wish to die?"
The monster’s scarlet eyes turned to Feng Hua, like a blood sea churning within them.
A few more days, and he could have successfully reincarnated, his body returning to normal. But now, even he found his appearance repulsive. ƒreewebɳovel.com
Feng Hua and Zhi Hua both felt an intense unease, their scalps tingling.
Although this monster consistently spoke normally after appearing, the corpse hair on its body visibly grew, and the malevolence intensified.
From all directions, Qi Blood seeped from the bodies of Zhong family’s deceased, crazily rushing into this monster’s body.
"A being that should have died thousands of years ago, it’s best you return to the coffin."
Wei Fan’s voice echoed, and Feng Hua and Zhi Hua widened their eyes, seeing Wei Fan emit a golden light, defending against the monster’s aura without relying on the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle’s power.
"Be careful!"
Anxiety filled Feng Hua’s heart, but she also bore an expression of anticipation, realizing she might finally see Wei Fan’s trump card today.
She hadn’t forgotten the scene at the former site of the Profound Crane Sect: the steaming land turned crystalline, a Holy Sect erased from the earth, a chilling memory.
"Whatever you see next, don’t speak of it!"
She warned Zhi Hua, and the two of them retreated with the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle.
"What did you say, kid?" The monster’s eyes shot two beams of red light towards Wei Fan.
"I said you can die now!"
In the midst of the Tiger Roar and Dragon’s Chant, Wei Fan released a blinding golden light.
