Corpse Immortal Creation

Yang He saw through the pupil ghost that the resentment within the coffin had almost become tangible.

Thump, thump, thump.

The knocking caused ripples to spread across the lake's surface.

Grandmaster Taiyi hadn't sealed the coffin; it was simply that the corpse couldn't emerge, causing its resentment to accumulate continuously.

When the lid was lifted, what kind of Malevolent Spirit would be born?

Yang He couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you saying the Corpse Immortal Creation is in the coffin?"

Grandmaster Taiyi picked at his teeth with a fingernail and said, half-reclining, "Do you remember when I helped you begin your cultivation? A coffin is like a丹炉; all you need to do is get inside to undergo a transformation."

Could it be the same?

Yang He's scalp tingled, but he also realized this action might involve established characters. Perhaps the Corpse Immortal Creation was the reward for completing the Lore.

The Corpse Immortal Creation didn't seem to be about containing ghosts, but rather about transforming the body through the corpse.

Daoist Initiates were already half-human, half-ghost; this time, they might truly cease to be human.

"Disciple, don't hesitate any longer. The corpse in the coffin was originally sent to Mount Lingjiu. I'm not sure when Rā holding a lamp will come to reclaim the creation."

"En, from now on, if you meet any disciples from Mount Lingjiu, remember to stay far away from them."

Before Yang He could speak, Grandmaster Taiyi took out a spirit talisman and stuck it on Yang He's chest.

"This is a Water-Repelling Talisman, it will allow you to breathe freely in the water."

"Don't forget to say hello to your senior brother. After all, the creation is his corpse from when he was alive. Since it's being given to you, you can consider yourselves brothers."

A chill ran down Yang He's spine. Nezha was still a flesh mass.

Say hello?

What if he has morning anger and turns me into ashes?

Grandmaster Taiyi noticed the copper coin sword at Yang He's waist. Its blade was already pitted, and the red rope had almost been torn off by the Three Mountains Goddess.

His third hand directly snatched the copper coin sword.

"What kind of trash is this? I wonder who refined it."

"Master, this is the only magical artifact I have for protection."

Grandmaster Taiyi picked up a strand of black hair and wrapped it around the copper coin sword. "Go with peace of mind. I'll refine it for you as I go. Although it won't become a magic treasure, it will gain a bit more spirituality."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang He sighed deeply, then leaped into Qing Lake.

The lake water had been replaced by black hair, but the bone-chilling coldness remained undiminished. The black hair coiled around Yang He's limbs and neck like living things.

The yang fire crackled.

A ghost hand stretched out, grabbing a handful of Great Replenishing Pills and stuffing them into Yang He's mouth.

Swarms of child ghosts rushed towards Yang He upon seeing him, but as soon as they showed malice, they were pierced one by one by Madam Yin's black hair.

Yang He took out a child ghost's pupil and carried it with him, then continued to dive deeper into Qing Lake.

"Damn it, if I don't die, I'll lose half my life."

He gritted his teeth, small corpse spots beginning to appear on his skin. His tongue was full of blood. Pushing aside the black hair, he slowly approached the flesh mass.

A lone boat was directly above the flesh mass. Soon, a faint glow came into view.

Two Madam Yins swam around the flesh mass. Seeing Yang He, they didn't stop him; they even used their black hair to tidy his clothes.

Gulp.

The flesh mass stirred.

Yang He swallowed, feeling the terrifying pressure from the flesh mass up close. Madam Yin wasn't this horrifying.

Countless lotus root arms pointed at Yang He simultaneously, and the flesh mass began to roll on the lakebed.

"Greetings, Shi... Senior Brother!"

Ignoring the black hair drilling into his mouth, Yang He quickly said, "Junior brother is Yang He, a second-generation disciple of Qianyuan Mountain's Golden Light Cave. I've long heard of Nezha's Senior Brother's bravery. Hearing about you is not as good as meeting you."

The flesh mass didn't react, merely crawling rapidly towards Yang He. Madam Yin gently parted the way for Nezha.

Yang He didn't move rashly, his gaze fixed on the flesh mass, revealing no unusual emotions.

Although it was bizarre, it was still within the realm of his understanding.

Gulp.

The lotus root arms reached out towards Yang He. The moment they touched his skin, it turned bluish-purple, and his yang fire dimmed, almost extinguishing his life force.

Yang He endured the intense pain, swallowed the Great Replenishing Pills, and then took out ten more to offer to the flesh mass.

The flesh mass hesitated for a few moments before taking them. Its countless lotus root arms began to scramble for the Great Replenishing Pills, giving the impression of an unborn infant.

Fearing that the flesh mass might accidentally kill him, Yang He said, "Nezha's Senior Brother, since junior brother is taking your corpse, I will share in the enmity of your death. I offer this in return."

Crack.

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the flesh mass stopped playing, and its lotus root arms clenched into fists.

Its black hair swept out like waves.

Yang He staggered backward, then saw the flesh mass return to its original position, its chest rising and falling as it continued to reshape its body.

He hesitated slightly, unsure of Nezha's stance.

At this moment, the black hair brought a lotus root arm to Yang He's front.

[Unformed Aberrant Arm]

[A yin object derived from Nezha's body reshaping process, its quality is far from complete. It can be used for refining the Yin Artifact Corpse Puppet.]

The aberrant arm's yin qi was contained, and its exterior resembled a normal infant's arm. However, the Potential Ghost within Yang He became incredibly excited because of it.

Yang He chuckled. The aberrant arm could be used by the ghost hand to "fill in flesh and blood," and the Potential Ghost had five conditions to meet for promotion to Hungry Ghost.

Next, he only needed to grow bones, form meridians, and wrap skin.

With a slight movement of his mind, the aberrant arm quietly disappeared into the ghost hand. However, this was only a temporary grafting; it would require diligent cultivation.

"Senior brother, your junior brother's word is his bond."

Yang He was only speaking in jest. Li Jing had Daoist Rādharana behind him, and in the original story, Nezha wanted to kill his own father as soon as he was resurrected.

As a result, Daoist Rādharana appeared, took Li Jing as a disciple, and bestowed the Precious Pagoda to subdue Nezha.

'Recognizing the pagoda as his father' originated from this. As long as Li Jing's Precious Pagoda dared to leave his hand, Nezha would unhesitatingly kill his father the moment he got the chance.

"Heh heh, as long as the pagoda is here, the pagoda is here. That's the original form of Garen."

Yang He muttered a few complaints to himself, then struggled to swim towards the coffin.

He swallowed Great Replenishing Pills like they were free. His yang fire surged, his internal organs were on the verge of collapse again, and pus and blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

Madam Yin seemed to have received instructions from Nezha, and the black hair actively pushed Yang He forward.

After a moment, the dilapidated coffin came into view. Its wooden structure was riddled with holes, yet it hadn't fallen apart.

Li Feng and the others were enveloped by the black hair and suffered no damage.

Thump!

Yang He's head throbbed, and a fine crack appeared on his skull.

Thump thump!

The ribs in Yang He's chest snapped in response.

He didn't retreat to a safe distance. Grabbing the black hair, he crawled towards the coffin, his bones gradually shattering into dust from the impacts.

It was only his monstrous half-human, half-ghost physique that kept him alive; anyone else would have already died.

Yang He's limbs had gone limp, and he could only support himself forward with his ghost hand.

"Ugh."

With all his might, Yang He pulled and finally reached the coffin. The knocking stopped, but he could feel the corpse gathering its strength.

The corpse resented everything and wanted to kill all living beings.

Why was he suffering such torment, unable to be born? Why could Nezha, who was of the same body, reshape his flesh? Why was he subjected to eternal damnation?

Why! Why ahhhhh!!!

The ghost hand gave a middle finger.

Yang He grinned and murmured, "I know you want to be born..."

"So I've come."

The corpse paused involuntarily. Then, the ghost hand lifted a corner of the coffin lid and shoved Yang He directly inside before closing it again.