Chapter 310: Chapter 312: Nameless Corpse, Heavenly Venerate in Meditation
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“I must make a trip back, perhaps the Spiritual Energy is just the Netherworld’s projection.”
“And these strong corpses, perhaps they do not come from the Tidal World, but are washed down from other worlds with the Netherworld waters.”
“Great, I’m always happy to help others.” Qin Muye’s skin began to crack, and the dark red Abyss faintly showed through the crevices like the tip of an iceberg.
“Could it be that the Netherworld is slowly siphoning off the entire Tidal World?”
“Too bad being diligent doesn’t help if you have reached the 6th level of physical prowess but don’t have the brains to make good use of it.”
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“From what we see now, the Netherworld equals Spiritual Energy.”
“The internal organs and the corpses are no different, and even the flesh and bones are the same, it’s just that there are no obvious signs of corpse spots on their skin, which none of the somewhat powerful have.”
“So, this might explain why I can’t reach the source of the Netherworld, because the source of the Netherworld is not something this weakling can peek at.”
“The stronger they were, the more lifelike their corpses are, just as if they were alive.”
“Death~Death~Death!!!”
“So, how did these corpses start moving?”
“I have a favor to ask, and I hope you will grant it, young friend.”
“I’m a Heavenly Venerate, who has hidden one hundred and eight thousand scrolls of Daoist Skill. Now that I’m dead, my Dao has vanished, and my soul has entered the Netherworld. It is a pity that my Daoist lineage is cut off, and I cannot bear it. I ask you, young friend, to find a successor for me to continue my Daoist lineage. If you can accomplish this, my gratitude will be profuse, and I shall be greatly indebted.”
“Please wait, young friend!”
“Being strong is good, no need for evaluations through others’ hands.” Qin Muye, carrying the corpse, jumped out of the Netherworld in one go, and as soon as the corpse was out of the Netherworld, it underwent a tremendous transformation.
“What’s the matter?” Qin Muye could not gauge the depth of the other party, which meant one thing, the other party was stronger than himself.
“Truly dedicated.”
“Only those corpses that have not undergone cultivation will have corpse spots or even signs of rot.”
But they all share one characteristic, a tremendous malice towards the living, as if they were eager to have people join them in the Netherworld for company in their burial.
The other party was also a corpse, but seemingly not completely dead, with a strange smile on his face and holding a Dharma Seal that Qin Muye could not understand.
And as the other party spoke, Qin Muye could see strange changes happening to the corpses that claimed to be Heavenly Venerates; corpse spots gradually surfaced on the skin, and flesh began quivering, with flesh buds growing out from beneath the skin.
Otherwise, once it gets to the mid to late stages, it would be a problem even for ordinary Cultivators to harm the strong with Spiritual Energy weapons, and even as Spiritual Energy weapons continue to develop and indeed can be effective against the strong, could ordinary people even use them at that point?
To Qin Muye, it felt like special security measures rather than danger.
It was very vague and strange, but Qin Muye didn’t take it to heart, as he had heard such voices many times before – nothing more than the lures of Corpse Ghosts.
It was unlikely for the Netherworld to simply gather these Corpse Ghosts for no reason, just as the Shadow Realm didn’t bestow the Extraordinary System to the Human Realm to enhance their foundation.
The Corpse Ghosts beneath the Netherworld had a specialized attacking attribute against the Cultivators’ souls that arrived in the Underworld. More importantly, there was an attribute crushing advantage.
Corpse Ghosts were everywhere beneath the Netherworld, and only those with great talent and boldness like Qin Muye dared to act so recklessly. Other Cultivators probably wouldn’t dare be as rampant as he was.
It was as if they had broken free from some kind of constraint, moving from death to life and frantically attacking Qin Muye.
Yet oddly enough, a corresponding corpse would appear beneath the Netherworld after their death, and those with deep resentments might even form Yin Souls.
An indescribable atmosphere gradually spread, and Qin Muye’s expression became even more solemn.
Qin Muye closed his eyes, and the essence of the Abyss flowed out from within him, forming a broader and more mysterious vision.
Qin Muye didn’t care about that at all. What concerned him more was how these corpses entered the Netherworld.
Qin Muye directly snapped the opponent’s limbs with a snap and even dislocated the jaw, but the corpse wriggled toward him like a caterpillar. Given its persistence, it would definitely headbutt Qin Muye if it got close enough.
Qin Muye had seen a lot, so he wouldn’t hold onto naive ideas of truth, benevolence, and beauty when guessing about the Netherworld.
Qin Muye was somewhat puzzled. He had checked several times and found no reason that could force the corpse to move.
As Qin Muye was about to turn around and leave, the originally vague murmurs in his ears suddenly became clear. It was an old and weak voice of an elderly man, seemingly hanging on by a final breath.
It’s impossible for everyone to be as powerful as a dragon, as the distribution itself is inherently unfair.
Even the eyes began to sink in, and the eye sockets started to enlarge, dark as if they were some kind of vortex.
The voice was ethereal and disordered. At first, it sounded close by the ear, but upon closer listening, it was far away in the distance.
Corpse Ghosts and Yin Souls are two different creatures. The formation of a Yin Soul means there will be no Corpse Ghost; they seem to be different evolutionary paths.
The muttering from the corpse’s mouth swelled from soft to loud, gradually approaching madness as if in response to some unspeakable horror that had driven the mind to collapse and behavior to become abnormal.
The first point is that traveling through the Shadow with one’s soul, even if the soul encounters misfortune in the Underworld, does not mean that the body in Earth would fall into the Netherworld as well.
Following the voice and turning his head, Qin Muye saw an old man in a Daoist robe sitting cross-legged above the surface of the Netherworld Water. Upon closer inspection, he wasn’t sitting on the water at all, but on a pile of terrifying corpses.
Although the Spiritual Energy Recovery had been developing for eighteen years, it was still in its early stages, and there weren’t many strong individuals. Hence, the spiritual energy weapons combined with modern technology could still cause damage to various Cultivators.
He casually pulled up a corpse, and the corpse opened its eyes as if alive. Its grey, withered eyes stared at Qin Muye, and a faint malice lingered around him.
So he still focused on his work.
His mind raced with possibilities. What if the Netherworld in the Tidal World was just a tributary and not the true main body of the Netherworld?
He decided to return to Earth to confirm his suspicion. If it proved correct, then Qin Muye would be confident of completing this main quest with an SSS rating.
He knew he had been ensnared by the Dao.
Whether it’s recoil force or energy intake, one needs corresponding strength to handle it.
If Qin Muye hadn’t tested from multiple angles that this was a corpse, he would have suspected it was a clone.
And it was precisely for this reason that Yan Country and other states concealed the issues of Spiritual Energy Recovery and Cultivators.
Therefore, even as the world developed, strength still remained the utmost honor.
It made sense for a Yin Soul to move, after all, it was something akin to a soul, with a certain level of self-consciousness. But every time Qin Muye tried to communicate, the other party would lose their mind and attack him in desperation, filled with hate and malice, leaving him empty-handed.
Indeed, there were various Resources in the Underworld that could nurture everyone like dragons, but few were willing to risk their lives on such uncertainty to benefit others.
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The reason is simple: Resources are limited. Not everyone can enjoy the resources for cultivation. If you consume more, someone else consumes less.
In this section of the Netherworld, the chances of feigning were not high, especially not for a fierce man who could lift himself out of the Netherworld Water with a pile of corpses.
This Daoist-robed Corpse Ghost did not belong to this section of the Netherworld River; it had come from another section specifically to trick Qin Muye.
The corpse was like a battery; a battery may contain Energy, but if it’s not installed in an electrical device, it’s just an inactive battery.
For the cheat-code-like Qin Muye, this was the case, but for the Cultivators in Earth, things were naturally not so straightforward.
The section of the Netherworld before him settled into his vision, calm and broad. He collected a large amount of data, which was then reorganized and concluded.
This corpse retained only some preset instincts, roughly at the level of artificial intelligence.
This feeling was like hardware installed in an external machine suddenly transforming into software.
The normal death process involves burial—now perhaps cremation as well—but no matter how one looked at it, there was no way to enter the Netherworld.
As he was dissecting the corpse before him, Qin Muye faintly heard a certain sound.
But soon, a fierce smile cracked across Qin Muye’s lips. Trying to trick him? Ha, that must be a death wish.
This corpse was only at a level 6, hitting Qin Muye was almost like scratching an itch.
To say the corpse’s strength caused this was even more nonsensical.