Chapter 397: Chapter 251: Cultivation World 41
"To conceal this secret, how many cultivators’ lives has your Qingxuan Sect taken?" Si Lingle shouted through voice transmission.
The entire workshop could hear it.
Seeing the Memory Stone and hearing the shout, the cultivators looked shocked.
"Pseudo Realm," "Fuel"! They actually lived in such a world.
"Courting death!" A Venerable at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage from Qingxuan Sect appeared, launching an attack at Si Lingle.
Si Lingle activated the Reincarnation Realm and simultaneously took out ten Heavenly Thunder Pearls, attacking the Tribulation Elder.
The ten Heavenly Thunder Pearls violently exploded! Each one contained the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation Origin Power, transforming into roaring Thunder Dragons that bit at the Tribulation Elder’s Dantian.
The elder angrily formed the Vajra Demon Suppression Array, but was instead counterattacked by the refraction of the Reincarnation Mirror Light.
"Boom!" The Tribulation Elder was struck by the Thunder Magnetic Cannon, turning to ashes.
At the moment of the Heavenly Thunder Pearls’ explosion, Si Lingle took advantage of the Reincarnation Realm to avoid the blast.
At the instant when the ten Heavenly Thunder Pearls exploded, the center of the workshop turned into Purgatory.
The blast wave was like a giant beast biting, tearing the bluestone pavement into pieces, breaking the vermillion-painted beam columns of talisman shops in half, and melting the Spiritual Artifact signs into molten iron, splattering with sparks like rain.
The smoke was filled with the stench of flesh and sulfur, severed limbs embedded in the collapsed walls, and the twisted corpses of a few Qingxuan Sect assailants preserved a ferocious charge pose.
Si Lingle released the Array Flag, quickly setting up an Array, while also bringing out eight Puppets.
Suddenly, the weather over the workshop changed dramatically, with clouds covering the once clear sky in an instant. A group of cultivators dressed in Qingxuan Sect high-level robes appeared like ghosts from all directions, surrounding Si Lingle. Their eyes were cold, full of hostility, and the Magic Artifacts in their hands flickered with eerie light.
The leading High-level Cultivator stepped forward, sneering, "Si Lingle, the crimes you’ve committed are inexhaustible! Today is your death date!"
Si Lingle sneered, "If I die, I’m taking you all with me."
As soon as the words fell, Qingxuan Sect’s High-level cultivators attacked one after another. Waves of strong Spiritual Power surged towards Si Lingle like turbulent tides.
Some cast Thunder Magic, lightning bolts crashing down from the sky, sending dust flying from the ground; some wielded Wind Blades, cutting through the air like sharp blades, whistling toward Si Lingle; others controlled massive rocks, hurling them violently at Si Lingle.
But all these attacks were intercepted by the Puppets.
As those cultivators stepped into the Array, the Array activated.
Si Lingle had set up a large-scale magnetic field killing Array, the magnetic force within causing the Qingxuan Sect high-level cultivators’ spells to fail.
In that instant of failure, Si Lingle and the Puppets took out Spiritual Energy Cannons, shelling the high-level cultivators.
These cultivators fell to the ground like rain, becoming corpses.
Those who didn’t die were finished off by the Puppets.
Si Lingle took a deep breath, adjusting their state again, ready to face the next round of attacks.
The crowd in the workshop had long fled in terror, the screams and shouts echoing.
While Si Lingle in this chaotic workshop, engaged in a thrilling fight to the death with the Qingxuan Sect High-level cultivators.
Three days and four nights later, Si Lingle was exhausted, and their Reincarnation Realm was shattered into two halves during the assault.
Surrounding them were the corpses of a thousand Qingxuan Sect high-level cultivators.
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Dense blood mist coagulated in the sky above the workshop, Si Lingle knelt on one knee, their hair matted with blood against their neck.
Around them, the corpses of a thousand Qingxuan Sect cultivators radiated from the remnants of the Array—Sword Cultivators frozen into ice sculptures in their sealing positions, Alchemy Cultivators’ Medicine Cauldrons overturned and scorched the ground, and talisman cultivators’ vermillion mixed with severed limbs into dark red patches.
In the cold wind, unsiphoned souls drifted like fireflies from corpses, emitting a ghostly blue phosphorescence when they hit the Reincarnation Mirror fragments.
Si Lingle tore off a half-piece of a Reincarnation Mirror shard from their neck, stabbing it into their heart, activating the original source of the Reincarnation Realm with heart’s blood. The Yin Yang Qi in the mirror turned into black and white twin dragons, tearing her flesh to pieces, forcibly gathering the spirit fires across the sky, reconstructing a Reincarnation Phantom above the corpse mountain.
As Si Lingle was torn by the two forces, enemy cultivators’ bodies suddenly twitched and stood up—the collapse of the Reincarnation Realm causing Yin Yang reversal, the dead were reborn in Half-demon form.
Si Lingle allowed the Netherworld Qi to pour into their body, transforming into thousands of Mystic Snakes that drilled into her seven orifices.
The left eye instantly collapsed into a lightless abyss, the right pupil ignited with molten golden flames, and the skull cracking sounded like porcelain shattering on ice—half demonized, half serene, a mortal body forged in the tearing between gods and demons into an immortal vessel.
At the moment their toe touched down, the skeletal remains beneath trembled violently, reshaping sinews from the foul soil of the Netherworld, forming a Reincarnation Corpse Army with three thousand eyes covered in talismans.
