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Chapter 483: Chapter 483 Li Yang
Millions began to move. Stumbling, gliding, crawling, marching. An endless tide of death converging from every corner.
But not all responded.
In the shadow of a crumbling obsidian fortress, a figure stood unmoving—his long white hair fluttering in defiance of the stagnant air. His skin was pale.
His eyes were dim coals. Dead... and yet thinking.
Li Yang.
Among the countless dead, he was different.
He remembered.
A fragment of a life long past still clung to his spirit like a dying ember refusing to go out.
He did not move toward the gate.
He simply watched.
"...An anchor has opened," he muttered. His voice was hoarse, dry as wind over tombstones. "So... someone dares to breach the World of Samsara?"
He didn’t move. Not yet.
But his fingers, long since dulled to sensation, curled faintly at his sides.
A hundred years.
He hadn’t kept count at first. But over time, the emptiness of the Netherworld had turned into something familiar... something quiet. The silence dulled the memories, but never enough to erase them.
The pain.
The sect that hunted him down like a beast for what they called a sin.
"Was it really so hateful..." he said under his breath, eyes never leaving the pulsing rift in the distance, "to kill me just for killing their holy daughter...?"
His lips curled. Not in a smile. Something smaller. A twitch of restrained madness.
"...After having a taste."
The memory flickered like a dying lantern flame.
Moonlight. Her fingers in his hair. The promise of eternity.
"They pretended I stole her purity," he whispered. "But she was the one who begged for it."
He chuckled. A hollow, bitter sound that echoed faintly through the broken ruins around him.
"They always rewrite the story once the blood dries."
The rift pulsed again, stronger this time. A tug, subtle but firm, brushing against something deep within him.
Li Yang stared at it.
The gate wasn’t just any portal. He could feel it.
This one... it might lead back to his world.
His real one.
Xuanyan Great World.
A place of spirit rivers and sky-reaching sects. Of divine beasts and golden palaces.
If the gate truly linked to Xuanyan, then the world had just made a mistake.
Because he was here.
"To those self-righteous bastards at the Heavenlit Lotus Sect..." Li Yang whispered, his voice rich with ancient venom, "pray your foundations haven’t crumbled yet."
His hair rose slightly, caught by unseen wind.
"Because if I make it back... I will bury you beneath them."
Li Yang took a step forward.
Then another.
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The moment the coffin began to glow, a strange tension filled the air.
Michael’s brows furrowed.
The coffin pulsed once. Then again. Then the lid cracked open.
A low hiss escaped from within.
Michael narrowed his eyes and instinctively cast [Detect] the moment the lid opened.
A blue pane snapped into existence.
[Evil Cultivator – Lv. 49]
[Rank: 2-Star Extraordinary Rank]
Michael’s expression froze.
So it really was a two-star Extraordinary Rank.
Exactly what he had hoped for.
He let out a low breath.
So my guess was right...
But even so...
Based on what he’d just experienced—based on the presence that had emerged from the coffin—Michael quickly realized something else.
The energy consumption didn’t scale the strength linearly.
Dumping 80% of his mana hadn’t guaranteed this level of undead. It had simply given him a greater chance to summon something at the highest end of the range.
He was sure of it.
The skill wasn’t "the more you put in, the stronger it is."
No, it was a lottery. A rigged one, yes, with better odds the more he invested—but not a promise.
Michael narrowed his eyes.
A risk-like item, then. One that could burn him out without even delivering something useful—if luck wasn’t on his side.
And his luck.....well...
Still...
He wasn’t disappointed. Quite the opposite.
Because there was one more thing he noticed.
A faint tether, from the bond he shared with the coffin.
I could summon it again, Michael realized. And next time, it wouldn’t cost nearly as much.
It wasn’t a permanent contract. Not like his undead legion. But it was an imprint. A marker. Something the coffin had carved into the Netherworld when it pulled the undead out.
As long as the item remained intact, Michael had the option to recall the same undead again
Still, he hesitated.
[Evil Cultivator – Lv. 49]
Evil Cultivator.... sounded a bit too shady.
Li Yang opened his eyes.
The transition was... jarring.
To him the world was still shades of white and black.
But this world.....was filled with abundance of energy!
His breath stilled.
He inhaled deeply, and his already-dead nerves tingled faintly—almost like they were remembering how it felt to be alive.
The very air in this place was rich and dense. Alive with spiritual energy. It rolled across his skin like silk and soaked into his very bones.
If he still had a beating heart, it would have thundered in awe.
"This..." he muttered, eyes narrowing, "is ridiculous."
The spiritual energy here was so thick, it felt like the entire realm was built atop a spirit vein.
No. Not a vein.
A sea.
Even in the Xuanyan Great World, sacred lands this saturated were rare—and fiercely guarded by ancient clans, sects, or divine beasts.
To a cultivator, even a demonic one like him, this was paradise.
Li Yang chuckled, almost forgetting his current state. "If I’d been born here... I might have become a god."
But just as that thought blossomed—just as a trace of twisted hope dared to spark—his spiritual sense reached inward, scanning the condition of his spirit.
And everything changed.
His smile vanished.
"...What?"
Inside his spirit sea... was a chain.
A thin, silvery tether. Barely visible. But real. Anchored. And it pulsed faintly with foreign energy.
Li Yang’s expression darkened.
He followed the chain’s flow, and like ice plunging into hot blood, realization struck.
"This isn’t possession..." he growled. "It’s control."
Someone had pulled him from the Netherworld.
Someone had bound him.
His eyes snapped to the figure before him.