Chapter 336: Chapter 336
Second, the undead summoned by the Nether Earth Ghost King had no consciousness of their own and no ability to think. They were completely puppets at his mercy.
And the undead spirits summoned by himself possessed the consciousness and wisdom they had when they were alive. Basically, it was temporarily resurrecting them in the exact same state as when they were alive.
Admittedly, possessing their own consciousness would, in a certain sense, add difficulty to controlling them.
But thinking from the opposite angle, the Nether Earth Ghost King could only manipulate the power of the undead. Whereas Alex could simultaneously obtain both the power and the wisdom the undead possessed in life.
Power could, at most, only slightly tip the scales of victory and defeat. But wisdom was an existence that could truly alter the outcome.
The Nether Earth Ghost King’s Nether Earth Soul Chase technique was indeed tricky, terrifying, eerie, and unpredictable. But Alex firmly believed that his Human Path was its greatest natural enemy and nemesis.
"Six Paths Wheel of Destruction Technique, Human Path, manifest!"
Immediately, Alex chanted the incantation and circulated his inner force, summoning the Six Paths Wheel before him.
The next second, uncommonly heroic faces instantly surfaced from within his sea of consciousness. These faces belonged to the past sages and martyrs of the human race, to those influential heroes who had long been famous.
However, Alex merely took a single glance before skipping past these faces. Within this long list, he directly and precisely searched for and retrieved a single name.
"The Shaman Race expert, Daoist Hundred Harms!"
After selecting this person, Alex bit his index finger until it broke and smeared his fresh blood on the ground. A moment later, billowing red mist drifted up from the blood seal.
The red mist drifted into midair, slowly converging into a human shape and trending toward physical materialization.
This was an old man with grizzled hair and beard, draped in dark blue hemp garments, his face covered in wrinkles.
With a hooked nose, squinty eyes, and a mouth full of sharp, broken teeth, he looked extremely hideous and terrifying. He looked completely like the kind of old shaman from folk legends who could scare children so badly they could not sleep.
Alex stared at the old man before him, his expression somewhat complicated, partly angry and partly reproachful.
This old shaman was exactly the Shaman Race expert who had originally created the soul-controlling Gu-poison sorcery, Daoist Hundred Harms.
If it were not for his brilliant invention, how could it have brought such massive trouble to his future self?
However, he could not push all the blame onto Daoist Hundred Harms. After all, as a shaman, he merely created a sorcery suitable for himself.
It was the Nether Earth Ghost King who, relying on his own ambition and abilities, had improved the sorcery into a ghost art divine ability capable of overturning the world.
During the moment Alex was pondering, Daoist Hundred Harms slowly opened his eyes and asked faintly. "Where is this old man?"
"Daoist Hundred Harms, this is the mortal realm." Alex smiled faintly.
"To be exact, it is the mortal realm seven thousand years after your death."
"The mortal realm?" Daoist Hundred Harms froze slightly, instantly revealing shock.
"This old man’s soul clearly already returned to the Great Void. How could I return to the mortal realm?! Young man, did you summon my soul back?"
"You could say that." Alex shrugged and smiled.
"However, I can only summon you for at most an hour. After an hour, you will have to go back to wherever you came from."
"My heavens, to think that the later generations of Gu-poison shamans have actually created such a great sorcery..." Daoist Hundred Harms looked at his own hands, his face full of excited fervor.
"The Shaman Ancestor blesses us, it is destined by heaven! Your generation of Gu-poison shamans will definitely be able to unify the world, dominate all living beings, rewrite the primal order, and fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of us older generation shamans!"
Alex shook his head and smiled faintly. "Then I am afraid I will have to disappoint you, Senior. I am not a Gu-poison shaman, but merely a human race cultivator."
"Furthermore, in the current world, Gu-poison shamans have almost gone extinct. Many Shaman Race tribes were long ago exterminated, washed in blood, and slaughtered to the last."
"Even if some survive, they are hiding in some mountain ravine dragging out an ignoble existence. They are still far from unifying the world."
Hearing Alex’s words, Daoist Hundred Harms’s smile instantly froze, his expression becoming incomparably bitter and complicated.
"Back when I perished, I created various sorceries to pass down to future generations, hoping my descendants could carry forward the Shaman Race’s power."
"I did not expect that the later generations would end up in such a state. It seems heaven will ultimately never stand on the side of our Shaman Race."
Alex could not help but laugh. "Senior Hundred Harms, you hit the nail on the head. Although your Gu-poison shaman clan has declined, the secret technique you left behind has been deeply studied and carried forward by someone with ulterior motives, and is about to become the foundation for plunging the world into chaos."
"That is, your soul-controlling technique capable of controlling people’s thoughts and actions."
"The soul-controlling technique..." Daoist Hundred Harms froze slightly, waving his hand with a dry laugh.
"So that is how it is, I remember now. Not to boast, but the sorcery divine abilities this old man researched in his lifetime numbered eight hundred if not a thousand."
"Among them, those with world-destroying power, divine abilities capable of slaughtering a city with a single technique, were not a small number."
"A mere soul-controlling technique, no matter how deeply studied, what kind of waves could it stir up?"
Alex narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice. "Senior, then you vastly underestimate the wisdom and ambition of a Ghost Race expert."
"That Nether Earth Ghost King is an expert from your era, and after you perished, he has managed to survive all the way to today."
