Tun Yue's consciousness was fading rapidly.
He felt something draining from his body—it was his power, the human hearts he had painstakingly stolen.
"Awooo..."
Tun Yue's entire body convulsed.
For a hundred years, he had worn the cassock, struck the wooden fish, and imitated that old bald ass's display of compassion.
He had fought desperately to wash away his beast nature, wanting to become a high-and-mighty Buddha, wanting to escape the sea of suffering for all living beings.
He believed that as long as he ate enough people and the incense offerings were strong enough, he could be reborn.
But now, as his body disintegrated and his soul throbbed with agony, he realized with absolute clarity that he was just a wolf.
A lowly beast that desperately wanted to walk upright.
"I am... unwilling..."
"I am a wolf... a wolf."
Tun Yue reached out with a claw, trying to grasp the ethereal golden light in the sky, but his limb began to rot in mid-air, blood and flesh sloughing off in clumps.
Taking advantage of the moment Tun Yue was on the brink of death, Chen Zhou poured death qi down upon him.
【You have obtained a fragment of broken divinity — Decay】
With swift hands and eyes, Chen Zhou grabbed the ball of divine light that Tun Yue had dropped.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden mutation occurred.
Tun Yue's body did not stop moving upon death; instead, it began to writhe violently like a balloon being pumped with air.
His abdomen bulged high, as if something living was frantically tearing away inside.
With a loud rip, Tun Yue's belly exploded, and countless pink umbilical cords erupted instantly.
A giant fleshy sphere covered in blood vessels rolled out from Tun Yue's abdominal cavity.
The fleshy sphere was connected to the umbilical cords, and it grew wildly as soon as it touched the air. The cords frantically devoured the remaining flesh and blood of Tun Yue.
In the blink of an eye, the seventh-stage demon king, the Moon-Swallowing Wolf Saint, was reduced to nothing but a shriveled piece of human skin, with even the bone marrow sucked dry.
"Damn, stealing an evil god's flesh?" Chen Zhou frowned.
The fleshy sphere made a squelching "guji guji" sound, like an infant swallowing amniotic fluid.
Hundreds of thick umbilical cords hung down, stabbing fiercely into the frozen soil of the North Region.
Rumble!
The earth shook violently.
With the fleshy sphere as the center, countless umbilical cords spread frantically underground.
The ice plains of the North Region cracked, and the soil from beneath churned up—but it was no longer black; it had turned a fleshy red.
At this moment, the entire North Region was transformed into a massive flesh lotus platform.
The fleshy sphere suspended itself in mid-air, and behind it, a golden phantom standing ten thousand feet tall slowly manifested.
The phantom possessed a solemn and compassionate face, but upon closer inspection, the golden light was filled with countless distorted, wailing human faces.
It shrouded the sky and covered the sun, yet radiated Buddhist light.
Chen Zhou could think of no one else who used such a disgusting, parasitic method of cultivation.
The boss had arrived: Ksitigarbha of Great Vows.
Chen Zhou sneered. "So you finally decided to crawl out of your turtle shell?"
"Woof!!!"
A furious roar came from his side.
Huo Dou's eyes were blood-red as it stared fixedly at the fleshy sphere.
For a hundred years, it had been suppressed underground, feeling the earth vein fire being drained every single moment. The humiliation and pain of being used as fuel was etched into its very bones!
When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.
Huo Dou erupted in black calamity fires, its four hooves shattering the void as it charged forward recklessly.
"Woof-awoo!!"
Wu Hai was even more direct. Howling in empathy, he could feel the dog's rage as he charged forward, bone staff in hand.
The phantom of Ksitigarbha of Great Vows lowered its eyes slightly. That originally warm and gentle Buddhist light instantly turned into a sickly green rotten light.
Wherever the light passed, all things withered.
The wolf demons on the battlefield who hadn't been burned to death by the earth fire rotted the moment they touched the light. Their bodies were then quickly absorbed by the umbilical cords and transported into the fleshy sphere.
The aura on the surface of the fleshy sphere climbed steadily as a result!
The flames on Huo Dou's body were suppressed by the light until only a thin layer remained, and even Wu Hai's bones began to grow green mold, his bone structure quickly softening.
"Come back! Don't throw your lives away!" Chen Zhou barked.
Chen Zhou ramped up the intensity of Faith Conferment, burning nearly a million Evil God Points to temporarily boost his strength to the level of the symbiosis first contract.
Boom!
A pillar of gray death qi erupted from Chen Zhou, standing firm against the sky full of Buddhist light.
The power brought by burning nearly a million Evil God Points was terrifying.
The Ghost Domain behind Chen Zhou expanded instantly, forcibly pushing back the rotten light and protecting Wu Hai and Huo Dou behind him.
Then, with a wave of his hand, Chen Zhou sent Hatred Fire surging like a dragon. Wrapped in dense death qi, it lunged straight at the central fleshy sphere.
Sizzle, sizzle—
The death qi corroded, and the Hatred Fire scorched.
The surface of the fleshy sphere rapidly ossified and charred, cracking into a thick, hard shell.
But it only lasted a moment.
The thousands of umbilical cords connecting the sphere to the earth writhed violently, forcibly drawing nutrients from deep within the ground. The charred wounds were instantly filled with new, pink flesh sprouts, restoring it to its original state.
"As long as he's connected to the earth vein, this old bald ass is immortal," Chen Zhou thought, his brow furrowed.
As long as the umbilical cords weren't severed, Ksitigarbha of Great Vows could infinitely absorb the flesh and blood of the North Region's inhabitants to recover.
What a cheap blood-pool playstyle.
"Yes, you're right, devil."
A leisurely voice suddenly rang out from the edge of the battlefield.
Chen Zhou turned to look and saw Wu Gou, that improper mad beggar, sitting cross-legged on a giant shattered rock.
It was the beast-hand lotus platform Tun Yue had sat upon while chanting earlier; it was now mostly ruined.
Under the pincer attack of the rotten light and Chen Zhou's Ghost Domain death qi, this fellow sat there in his tattered patchwork robe, completely unharmed. He even had the leisure to cross his legs.
"You sure are taking it easy," Chen Zhou remarked, raising an eyebrow.
In a battle of this level, this slippery fellow would usually have burrowed into the ground to hide long ago.
"Not so, not so." Wu Gou smiled and pointed at his tattered clothes.
"See this? The patchwork robe."
"This is good stuff. Clothes from a thousand houses, food from ten thousand. The red dust karma of the world resides within. That little bit of rotten light can't do a thing to my thick red dust aura."
As he spoke, he even had the mind to pull a wine jar from his robes, pointing his finger around.
"The third one on the left—that one's connected to the spirit vein of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Cut that one; it's one of his lifeblood lines."
"Don't cut that thick one on the right; the more you cut it, the faster it grows."
Just as he finished speaking, the fleshy sphere seemed to sense the threat.
The umbilical cords writhed violently, and then bulges began to swell along them.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The bulges burst open, and the wolf demons that had been absorbed and melted earlier were actually spat back out.
Only now, they were dripping with golden pus, their eyes showing only white. They chanted distorted scriptures as they transformed into even more terrifying monsters.
"Slaying is liberation..." The massive phantom lowered its head.
Then, thousands upon thousands of rotten demon soldiers surged toward Chen Zhou and his ghost servant army like a tide.
"Troublesome..." Chen Zhou took a deep breath. "He wants a war of attrition."
"Then let's see who runs out first!"
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