The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Outside the Ice Soul Array, the Slaughter King, Hun Tu, gazed into the fog-enshrouded area before him with a mix of unfamiliarity and recognition. Although Hun Tu had never been to this place, Hun Tan had—and had even left behind an avatar here.

Years ago, a fierce battle had ensued between Hun Tu and Hun Tan. Hun Tu was skilled in combat and slaughter, while Hun Tan excelled in devouring and assimilation.

Although Hun Tu won that battle, Hun Tan managed to erode part of his soul into Hun Tu's body. Over the years, Hun Tu had become but a shell; inside him dwelt the consciousness of Hun Tan. In essence, Hun Tu had long since become another avatar of Hun Tan—this was the source of Hun Tan's unwavering confidence.

With a loud command, "Charge! The enemy is within!" the hundred specter kings under his command didn't hesitate to plunge into battle. These specter kings were the elite of Hun Tu's forces—loyal and formidable. At Hun Tu's command, they would not even blink an eye before sacrificing themselves.

With these specter kings clearing the path, the Slaughter King advanced, easily overpowering any spirits that dared stand in his way. Soon, he found himself once again facing Chu Xuan.

"Your serpent spirit ally is still in the Greedy King's Palace," Hun Tu sneered. "Your forces are scattered across the land, suppressing the remnants of the Husbandry Faction. You are unprotected."

Hun Tan, looking at the spirit before him, smirked coldly. "Do you recognize me?"

Chu Xuan smiled back, "Of course, Slaughter King Hun Tu."

Hun Tan's eerie laugh echoed, "No, I am not just Hun Tu; I am also Hun Tan. The avatar I once left with you—I've come to reclaim it. And I will devour you as well."

His face lit up with a twisted delight, "You should feel honored, for you will serve as a stepping stone on my path to evolution!"

Hun Tan towered menacingly over Chu Xuan, suddenly unleashing his Great Devouring Palm. From the center of his palm surged a force intent on consumption.

Chu Xuan responded with a cold smirk and a step back as a massive shadow burst forth from behind him. Four giant arms wielding unique ghostly artifacts swung ferociously at Hun Tan.

With a visage grim and fanged, it was none other than the Ghost King Four Arms.

Hun Tan, taken aback, quickly retracted his Great Devouring Palm and summoned the Triple True Shield in defense.

But the impact of the ghostly artifacts was overwhelming; the shields shattered in an instant, and the continued assault pummeled Hun Tan's chest, sending him flying.

As he tumbled backward, the image of the formidable Four Arms haunted his gaze, shock evident in his eyes.

Besides the serpent spirit, this fog-enshrouded area hid another powerful specter—this four-armed being—whose might even surpassed the serpent's.

"Is this four-armed specter also one of his minions?" Hun Tan wondered in dismay.

"Attack!" he barked. The hundred specter kings under his command surged forward to shield him.

Four Arms, like a whirlwind, stormed through the ranks, his artifacts smashing down relentlessly. Touches were wounds; contacts were fatal. The once-dominant specter kings now appeared as fragile as common beasts.

Despite their vulnerability, these fiercely loyal specter kings charged fearlessly towards their doom.

Meanwhile, Hun Tan used this brief respite to launch another assault on Chu Xuan, reigniting his Great Devouring Palm with full force. He knew his window was closing rapidly.

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His only chance to tip the scales was to eliminate this peculiar spirit and reclaim his other half. Chu Xuan, wearing a cryptic smile, responded, "You want to take back your half? I'm sorry, I've already devoured it."

With those words, he suddenly concentrated his consciousness, and in the blink of an eye, he too manifested a Great Devouring Palm, striking towards Hun Tan.

Hun Tan's eyes widened in disbelief. The Great Devouring Palm was his creation, a secret technique known only to him. How had this spirit learned it?

The clash of the Great Devouring Palms created a vortex of terrifying absorption power. As Hun Tan and Chu Xuan's palms met, their soul bodies began to rapidly transform into one another's substance.

Moments later, Hun Tan, in horror, realized his Great Devouring Palm couldn't match Chu Xuan's.

Chu Xuan's body then shifted, his entire form morphing into a massive hand—the pinnacle of the Great Devouring Palm.

"Soul and Hand as One."

Hun Tan was utterly shocked. This was the highest realm of the Great Devouring Palm he had envisioned but never achieved despite over a century of practice. To see his stolen technique not only mastered but also surpassed by this enigmatic soul was too much for him to bear.

"It's time to end this," came Chu Xuan's calm voice from within the giant hand.

The next moment, the colossal palm smashed down overwhelmingly.

Hun Tan's pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he desperately tried to flee, only to realize he couldn't escape the immense scope of the Great Devouring Palm.

With a thunderous crash, the giant hand easily captured Hun Tan, crushing his soul body to a dim shadow of its former self. The essence within Hun Tan was steadily drained and siphoned into Chu Xuan.

"Please... I'll tell you whatever you want to know..." Hun Tan pleaded weakly.

Chu Xuan offered a slight smile, "Thank you, but no need." He promptly activated a soul-searching technique, swiftly rifling through Hun Tan's memories. "It's a pity... after Hun Tan assimilated Hun Tu, the memories were lost. I had hoped to obtain Slaughter Faction's superior soul techniques from Hun Tu."

Chu Xuan felt a tinge of regret. The Slaughter Faction specialized in the art of killing, and if he could adapt their superior soul techniques into Nascent Soul stage spiritual sense secrets, their effectiveness would be unmatched.

While the Great Devouring Palm was formidable in overpowering weaker opponents, it still fell short compared to the Sky-Tearing Cold Palm, except in its ability to forcibly devour an opponent's consciousness during combat—a feature Chu Xuan greatly appreciated.

With Hun Tan's demise, the morale of the Slaughter Faction's specter kings plummeted. Soon, they were methodically slain by Four Arms.

Interestingly, the picky Four Arms didn't consume any of the fallen, instead tossing them to the specters within the Ice Soul Array.

"You...," Chu Xuan couldn't help but laugh ruefully. "How will you grow stronger if you don't feed?"

With the fall of the Greedy King and the Slaughter King, large-scale conflicts on Soul Star came to an end. The remnants of the Slaughter Faction and the Husbandry Faction continued their desperate resistance in various locations, but under Chu Xuan's orders, Yun Qi and Ma Nanshan led a formidable force of ghosts to quell these holdouts, ensuring it was only a matter of time before peace was restored.

Following the eradication of the two major factions, some survivors from the underground tried to attach themselves to the Ascendant Faction. Knowing their true nature, Yun Qi and Ma Nanshan secretly executed these opportunists, thus securing complete control over Soul Star.

Under Chu Xuan's guidance, they formed an organization called the "Soul Hall," which took charge of all affairs on Soul Star. Military forces were banned in all cities, except for a powerful ghost army retained by the Soul Hall itself.

The primary mission of the Soul Hall was the research and development of various soul techniques—offensive, defensive, and specialized—making any useful soul technique a subject of study.

Consequently, Soul Star transformed into Chu Xuan's personal domain, serving both as a supply of ghosts and a testing ground for new soul techniques.

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Blue Star.

Chu Xuan toyed with a piece of a blood mirror in his hand, smiling. Having fully secured control over Soul Star, he and his ghost minions, guided by his own senses, had discovered this long-sealed blood mirror in a desolate plain. At first glance, the fragment seemed like nothing more than a piece of ordinary glass.

"How can I integrate this fragment back into the blood mirror without any cracks or defects?" Chu Xuan pondered. Without hesitation, he placed the fragment on the surface of the blood mirror.

The next moment, a surge of blood light emerged, so intense that it even dazzled Chu Xuan. When his vision cleared, the fragment had vanished, and the blood mirror had grown slightly larger.

The integration of the blood mirror fragment was not by setting but by merging.

Just as Chu Xuan reached out to pick up the blood mirror, it suddenly flew toward his forehead. Startled, he tried to dodge, but no matter what he did, he couldn't escape it. A bone-deep pain then struck him, and Chu Xuan found himself unable to resist, falling unconscious.

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