Longevity through Upgrading Buildings

Chapter 1063: Chapter 388: The Meeting of Old Demon Ji and Old Demon Chou (Part 2)

Because the waste expelled from this "human body" turned out to be the very...rotten corpses they previously killed in the Poisonous Miasma Swamp!

Does the Rashamon Sea truly possess the capability to mass-produce Core Formation rotten corpses?!

Qiu Qianhai felt somewhat disheartened at the thought that his hard-earned cultivation was actually inferior to the waste expelled by this "human body".

Not only that.

On the other side of this stone chamber, Qiu Qianhai spotted another "human body".

A "human body" with a roughly identical appearance.

But this time, the Bronze Puppet was stuffing something resembling white cotton wadding into this "human body"’s anus.

Soon after, this human body began retching incessantly.

With each retch, a ghastly soul floated out from its mouth.

Finally, the ghastly souls and the rotten corpses lined up and mechanically filed into a designated passageway, eventually disappearing.

Between these two eerie "human bodies" stood three gigantic altars.

The altars were entirely crafted from cyan-brown stone, inscribed with ancient runes all over, and secured in place by four bronze chains extending to the stone chamber’s walls.

Pure Spiritual Qi was faintly flowing along the bronze chains.

Finally, it seeped into the altars.

Hovering above the three altars were three identical Corpse Kings, resembling those previously encountered in the Poisonous Miasma Swamp.

However, these were clad in golden armor, and their emanating aura was sufficiently daunting to startle even Qiu Qianhai.

Core Formation...impossible to be merely Core Formation!

These must be three Nascent Soul Stage Corpse Kings!

The Yin Ghost Sect actually possesses the capability to manufacture Nascent Soul rotten corpses?!

Damn, is this even reasonable?

But upon reconsideration, the Yin Ghost Sect was once an immensely powerful force capable of suppressing the entire Jiyuan Continent, so this can be somewhat understood.

Yet, gazing at these three Nascent Soul Level golden-armored Corpse Kings.

Qiu Qianhai remained somewhat terrified.

If the Ghost Envoy were to release this, all the Core Formation cultivators in Rakshasa City would likely face certain death...

This realization reminded Qiu Qianhai of a phrase he once heard from the Nightmare True Monarch.

"A secret realm isn’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is a secret realm with a master."

Upon arriving here, the Nightmare True Monarch halted.

First, he tilted his head upwards, fixated upon the towering altars for a prolonged moment before retracting his gaze and turning towards the base of the altars.

It was only then that Qiu Qianhai noticed a Bronze Puppet standing at the base of these altars with hands clasped behind its back, facing away from him.

This Bronze Puppet was different from the others working nearby; those appeared short and stout, while this one under the altar was noticeably tall and thin.

Moreover, a cloak resembling it was made from tattered rags was tied behind its back.

"Unexpected, you little brat actually returned alive."

Listening to the voice of this tall and thin Bronze Puppet, Qiu Qianhai was rendered speechless in astonishment.

Because this voice, incredibly, belonged to...the Ghost Envoy!

Moreover, it addressed the Nightmare True Monarch as "little brat," referring to this figure that rose a millennium ago, the Nightmare True Monarch, by such a name.

Yet strangely, this manner of address did not make the Nightmare True Monarch feel awkward; rather, it brought tears to his eyes.

He transformed into Escape Light, arrived behind the Ghost Envoy, and then kneeled heavily using Qiu Qianhai’s body before the Ghost Envoy.

"Junior Zhou Chu...pays respects to Senior!"

The Nightmare True Monarch bowed heavily.

"Thud——"

The sound of his head hitting the ground echoed through the spacious stone chamber.

Only after he knelt did the Ghost Envoy turn around, heaving a deep sigh.

"I know all about your situation; stand up, stand up."

At this moment, the Ghost Envoy no longer possessed its formerly eerie demeanor, rather appearing kindly like a family elder.

Once the Nightmare True Monarch stood, he respectfully stood with his hands at his sides in front of the Ghost Envoy.

"After you formed the Nascent Soul, I advised you to stay in; now, I understand the world far better than you do."

"But you wouldn’t listen, insisted on going out to establish some sect, even dreaming of rebuilding the Yin Ghost Sect...back then what I said you wouldn’t listen to, now I’ll tell you, the glory of the Yin Ghost Sect is not something a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like you can restore, even if you luckily advance to Divinity Transformation, it’s still impossible."

The Ghost Envoy rambled on.

The Nightmare True Monarch listened earnestly with a bowed head, absorbing the teachings.

The Ghost Envoy suddenly changed the topic.

"Speak then, barely escaped death, but why return instead of cultivating well?"

"Everything you needed was given to you, and yet you failed to advance to the Late-stage Nascent Soul...innate talent is too poor."

The Ghost Envoy shook its head, turned around, appearing incredibly moody.

"Junior wants to...seek revenge!"

The Nightmare True Monarch uttered through clenched teeth.

"Revenge?"

The Ghost Envoy said, counting on its fingers, "Indeed, your Dao companion and that disciple of yours are now in the core zone...what’s that, you want me to help kill them?"

"You are aware, that would break the rules."

The Ghost Envoy shook its head, talking to itself.

"This junior dares not entertain such thoughts." The Nightmare True Monarch bowed again, "Junior hopes...to borrow a golden-armored Corpse King."

"What, planning to use the ’Great Corpse Forging Technique,’ forcibly elevating the golden-armored Corpse King’s cultivation to Mid-stage Nascent Soul, and then kill that disciple of yours for revenge?"

The Ghost Envoy instantly saw through the Nightmare True Monarch’s intentions.

"...Yes."

The Nightmare True Monarch’s entire cultivation technique was passed down by the Ghost Envoy, so whatever he was thinking naturally wouldn’t escape its notice.