š Chapter 1052 - Second Life
āYouāre just a middle-stage Planet Realm cultivator. Even if you have a Dao Planet, itās impossible for you to destroy me so easily!ā The finger grasped in Wang Baoleās hand let out a roar and shone with black light. It seemed to be resisting with all its strength.
āIf youāre fine with not sinking into your past life, then keep going. Iā¦ā The voice coming from the figure continued speaking. Obviously, it was certain that even though it had fallen for his trap, Wang Baole would still be forced to let it go.
That was because the light of guidance was about to fade. If Wang Baole didnāt sink into his past life now, then he would really lose this opportunity. Not only would it mean that his time would be wasted, it would also be equivalent to losing the qualification to enter the tenth life eight days later.
Thus, the finger was certain that as long as Wang Baole couldnāt destroy it immediately, he would definitely release it. By now, the fingerās original body had already sunk into the second past life, so there was nothing to worry about on that end, either.
As the saying went, āwhen one suffers, another prospersā. Thus, the finger even had the thought that since this Wang Baole was so insidious, it would do its best to harass him and prevent him from entering his past life. In fact, as long as it held out for ten breaths of time, the light of guidance would fade and Wang Baole would essentially fail the trial.
āNo matter what, youāre doomed to lose out!ā The fingerās plans were well-crafted, butā¦ it still made a miscalculation!
It never expected that Wang Baoleās gains from his first past life would be shocking beyond imagination!
Thus, no matter how intricately the finger planned, its plans were fundamentally flawed from the very beginning!
In the next moment, Wang Baoleās eyes filled with mockery, and he squeezed even harder. His terrifying fleshly body power immediately erupted with incomparable might.
A black hole appeared, causing the surrounding fog to churn. A terrifying boom rang out, and the finger clenched in Wang Baoleās hand didnāt even have enough time to react. It was crushed in an instant, collapsing with a bang!
As it collapsed, a shrill shriek rang out, and the finger burst into black mist. Flowing out of Wang Baoleās grasp, it tried to gather again, but Wang Baole suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled. The black mist was completely unable to resist, and was devoured in a single gulp!
This devouring method wasnāt the divine ability of the Nightmare Eye Art, but a kind of fleshly body technique originating from Wang Baoleās past life as a Burning Torch Divine Clan member. By devouring an enemy, he could use them as nutrients to further augment his physical power.
After swallowing the black mist, Wang Baoleās eyes flashed with an icy light as he snorted coldly.
āYou think Iāll let you off with just that?ā Wang Baole opened his clenched hand, revealing a bloody palm and the tiny sword piercing into his flesh.
After killing the black mist finger, his palm was stained with karma, and he used his own blood to strengthen this connection. At that moment, a bizarre light flashed in Wang Baoleās eyes, and a runic imprint flickered bewitchingly at the center of his brows. Opening his mouth, he muttered in a cold voice.
"Flame Spirit Curse!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the tiny sword piercing into his palm suddenly shone with dazzling rays of light. It instantly flew out, turning into a ball of flame that pierced through the spell formation and disappeared into the white fog.
The Flame Spirit Curse was the foundational technique of the Flame Patriarchās three great curses. Wang Baole had reached the level of initial completion, so he could already use it to lay a curse on his enemies. Whether it was karma or blood, both could be used to strengthen the curse to the extreme. Thus, after locking on to its target, the tiny sword almost instantly appeared in a different clearing in the white fog!
There was a young man sitting cross-legged in the middle of this clearing. He wasā¦ the seventeenth of the Seven Spirits Dao, Chen Han. His expression was blank, clearly having sunk into his past life already. Thus, he didnāt notice a thing as the tiny sword pierced toward the center of his brows.
However, Chen Han was an Almighty who had rebirthed and recultivated, after all. The protection heād laid out was incredibly strong, and even an Eternal Star Realm cultivator might not be able to break through it.
Neverthelessā¦ Wang Baoleās Flame Spirit Curse wasnāt something that relied on cultivation base. It was a curse that locked on to karma, a divine ability that directly affected the soul. Moreover, it was boosted by Wang Baoleās blood and the karma of destroying the black mist finger. Thus, the tiny sword slammed into Chen Hanās protective barrier almost as soon as it appeared.
A deafening boom rang out, and the tiny sword collapsed in an instant. However, the curse contained within it penetrated the barrier and immediately struck Chen Han.
A moment later, Chen Hanās body trembled wildly and he coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. His blank eyes stirred, and it seemed that he was about to wake up. However, as a former Star Domain Realm Almighty who had rebirthed and recultivated to this point, his foundation was impeccably deep. Anyone else might have been shocked awake at this point, but Chen Han forcibly endured it and remained immersed in his past life.
Even soā¦ the consequences of enduring the blow werenāt to be underestimated. The injuries he received were one thing, but the biggest issue lay in his enlightenment of his past life. The attack was like a monstrous storm that caused his consciousness in his past life to immediately fall to the brink of collapse.
Even though he had managed to avoid being forced out of his past life, his gains would be greatly reduced. Whether it was the degree of fusion with his past life or the insights he gained there, everything would most likely not even reach a tenth of what he originally could have achieved!
As for Wang Baoleā¦ the saying āwhen one suffers, another prospersā was indeed accurate. While Chen Han received severe injuries, Wang Baole finally gave in to the light of guidance that was about to dissipate and sank into his second past life.
As the world spun around him, his body sank into the churning vortex of fog, and Wang Baoleās consciousness faded once more.
When he regained consciousness, it was the same as the last time. He had forgotten who he was, what he was doing, and all the memories of his existence as Wang Baole. He stood blankly on a small mountain peak, looking at a figure about five feet tall[1]. That figure was skinny and covered in green fur, like a green monkey. However, it was standing on two legs, looking up at the sky and speaking.
Similar figures could be seen all over, gathered in a huge circle. There seemed to be no rules in particular; some just stood around, some were sitting down, and some were even stuffing food into their mouths.
As for the figure that had caught Wang Baoleās eye, it was looking at a luxurious dragon throne that seemed out of place with the surroundings. Seated on the throne was a man with a large head and black fur all over his body. His eyes were closed, and a terrifyingly thick aura of death emanated from his body.
āMy lord, Old Deviless Li Ling has gone too far. Over this period of time, she has captured many of our fellow zombies and refined away their zombie oil. This kind of behavior is completely unconscionable. My lord, please uphold justice for us!!ā
In response to the green-furred figureās words, the black-furred figure sitting on the dragon throne remained motionless, apparently meditating. Seeing this, the green-furred figure suddenly pointed at Wang Baole, much to the latterās bewilderment.
āMy lord, we canāt hesitate any longer. Just look at Gray Number Three. Only a few months after being turned into a zombie, he was captured by that old deviless. Three barrels of zombie oil had already been refined out of him before we rescued him. If weād been any later, Iām afraid he would be a dried corpse by now!ā
As the green-furred zombieās words echoed through the air, Wang Baole noticed that many other green-furred figures were looking at him. Even the black-furred figure seated on the throne high above looked at him with glassy eyes.
As all eyes gathered on him, Wang Baole blankly looked down at his own body to see light green fur. He instinctively lifted his hand and realized that his palm was much thinner than those of others, as was most of his body.
Although his height was no different from the other green-furred zombies, the color of his fur was much lighter and his body was emaciated to the point of looking like a skeleton. Moreover, a wave of weakness suddenly washed over him, making him feel like he was about to faint just by standing.
A moment later, fragments of memories emerged in his mind one after another.
He didnāt know what the name of this universe was. What he did know was that he used to be nothing more than an ordinary mortal. He had no talent, no wealth, and not even a wife. In the end, a plague arrived, and he died in pain. His body should have been burned, but for some reason, it remained intact. Some time later, he woke up to find himself already on this mountain, surrounded by hideous figures who told him that he was now the same as them. From then on, he becameā¦ a zombie!
Green, blue, black, gray, white, purple, and red ā those were the divisions that determined the strength of a zombie. As their cultivation progressed and their power grew, the color of their fur would change.
The current Wang Baole didnāt even count as a green-furred zombie. Meanwhile, the lord of this mountain was a black-furred zombie!
Wang Baole had found out from his fellow corpses that the lord used to be a butcher, which was why his baleful aura was extremely dense. Thus, as the black-furred zombie stared down at him, Wang Baoleās body couldnāt help but tremble.
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