Four hundred li north of Chongmei Mountain, three small hills, each more than twenty meters high, protruded from the water’s surface. Covered with crisp plants, they resembled a cloverleaf from above.
In the center of the lake amongst the hills floated a Wave Stabilizing Boat, steadily bobbing on the surface. Its shape resembled a halved water droplet, pointed at the front and round at the back.
The body of the boat hovered a palm’s height above the water, only its rear end, with three shark-fin-like vertical fins, dipped beneath the surface. They held the boat aloft like sturdy braces embedded in rock, keeping it separated from the water’s embrace.
With a thunderous rumbling,
a bubble two to three meters in diameter surfaced from beneath the water.
In the next instant, the bubble burst through the surface with a pop, and Chai Song, clad in gray short clothes, sprung out, leaping onto the Wave Stabilizing Boat.
As he channeled his Mana into the vessel, a surge of air shot out from the tail of the boat, and its three-meter-long body abruptly tilted upwards.
Boom!
The boat shot forth like a cannonball, quickly creating a white wake as it raced away from Three-leaf Island’s lake surface.
Behind it, the surface bubbled tumultuously, with thick mists spewing from the depths. In a few breaths, the small islands were enveloped within.
Suddenly, a large clump of fog, like a coiled snake ready to strike, chased after Chai Song, skimming over the water.
Chai Song, turning back in alarm, saw his face twisting in horror.
But before he could think of a way to accelerate the Wave Stabilizing Boat,
numerous heads trailing white smoke spat out of the fog, closing the distance with a single dash and halving it quickly. In the blink of an eye, the cluster of expressionless heads had completely surrounded Chai Song.
Done for!
Terror washed over Chai Song’s face; he barely managed to close his eyes and raise his hands in defense.
However, after a lengthy wait, the anticipated pain did not come.
Chai Song cautiously opened one eye, only to find himself face-to-face with a ghostly pale head, devoid of expression.
This head hung listlessly, its eyelids drooped, eyes vacant and hollow as it floated silently before him.
“What in the world is this thing?!” Chai Song’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat as he dared not move a muscle.
While he remained puzzled, the head suddenly began to turn slowly. The smoke tail beneath its neck swayed gently like a swimming fish, as the queued entities drifted towards the sky.
Chai Song’s heart relaxed at the sight, and he couldn’t help but look up, following the direction in which the eerie heads had departed.
Then he noticed a figure in black standing still amongst the clouds and mist that perennially shrouded Yunze Lake.
Surrounded by swirling black smoke, with bizarre heads clustering around, the scene was eerie and startling.
Sensing Chai Song’s gaze, the figure in black looked down, revealing an expressionless visage. Then, a flash of lightning sparked in the eyes of the black figure.
Chai Song’s heart clenched, as if gripped by an unseen hand.
In the next moment,
Crack!
A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking directly above Chai Song’s head.
His body convulsed, his eyes rolled back, and with a splash, he collapsed unconscious within the Wave Stabilizing Boat.
Within the mist, Chen Mu glanced at the fallen figure below, confirming that he had lost consciousness. Only then did he avert his gaze and turned to the numerous heads drawn forth by the Yama Emperor’s Command.
“Netherworld Worms… it’s been a long time,” Chen Mu’s face was etched with complexity.
Roughly calculated, he had been away from the Netherworld for two or three years. Seeing these strange heads dragging white smoke again, he felt not horror but as if greeting an old friend.
But remembering the origin of these Netherworld Worms, his mood turned somber.
According to Yuan Xian, the Strange Demons were transformed from Underworld God Transformation cultivators.
They succumbed to the will of the monsters within their bodies, their forms grotesquely altered, their consciousness plunged into darkness, wandering aimlessly and confused.
And those who could transform into such Strange Demons were at least Martial Artists of Underworld God Seven Transformations. Such individuals either possessed extraordinary determination or exceptional talent.
Yet these exceptional beings had turned into mindless monsters, doomed to drift in oblivion for decades, perhaps centuries. In comparison, to simply die would have been a release.
But these Strange Demons harbored the will of monsters within them and, driven by instinct, continually devoured Vital Energy. Without external forces, death was improbable.
“Fortunately, you encountered me,” Chen Mu looked towards the distant Strange Demons hidden in the mist with a face full of compassion.
“The sins of slaughter I will bear; rest assured, I will help you find release!” he promised earnestly.
“Five Ghosts Moving Mountain!”
…
At the northern side of the peak of Chongmei Mountain, on the second floor of a grey-tiled wooden building. All furniture including chairs and tables were cleared out, leaving only a long, narrow table in the center of the room.
On the table, a human-head-sized hollowed-out Bronze Incense Burner emitted wisps of green smoke. Instead of dissipating, the smoke coalesced into a cloud as big as a pot lid, gathering in midair.
With faint growls to accompany, the cloud occasionally bulged as if a monster thrashed within.
Sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion in front of the table, Lian Xi, wearing indigo blue clothing, was chanting spells. Invisible forces generated around him, ensnaring the smoke cloud in layers.
Soon, the struggle within the smoke cloud gradually diminished until it quieted down.
Lian Xi opened his eyes and smiled in satisfaction as he watched the tranquilized cloud float midair.
Turning his head to Huang Jiu, who had been standing by silently, he said, “In another day, the Nightmare Victory Spell will be fully successful.”
“Once the Qi is locked, even if that strange Monster can hide in the void, it cannot escape our control.”
“And with this Monster serving as a scapegoat, the traces of our bloody ritual and refinement of Primordial Energy for Yama will be completely concealed,” an excited glint flashed in Lian Xi’s eyes.
Upon hearing this, Huang Jiu nodded slightly, wearing a cryptic smile as he addressed Lian Xi, “Brother Lian’s technique is so polished, could it be… have you already practiced on the Lower Courtyard of Dian River?”
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