The pitch-black coffins were gradually pried open.
The corpses inside crawled out one by one.
Their eyes were hollow and vacant, their skin rotten and festering. There were dozens of them, densely packed together, standing eerily upon the Mine Mountain.
Corpse Refining!
Mo Hua's gaze turned cold as he looked at Zhang Quan and asked icily,
"Have you entered the Demonic Path?"
Corpse Refining was a genuine Demonic Path method, intolerable to the cultivation world and contrary to Dao Law.
Cultivators who refined corpses would be executed by the Dao Court.
Sects or families that practiced Corpse Refining would likewise have their households confiscated and their clans exterminated by the Dao Court.
Thinking of how most of these Walking Corpses had probably been Mine Cultivators—
They had lived their whole lives in poverty, only to die unjustly and have their corpses refined into Zombies for evil deeds.
Mo Hua added another mark against Zhang Quan in his heart.
Once this matter was settled, he would certainly find a way to make Zhang Quan die a miserable death.
Zhang Quan sneered. "So what if I have? I'm all alone. So long as I can attain the Dao, what does it matter if I enter the Demonic Path?"
Mo Hua looked disdainful. "You've already entered the Demonic Path, yet you still dream of attaining the Dao? Keep dreaming your spring-and-autumn dream."
"What can a little brat like you understand?"
"You got chased around by a little brat like a rat. Does that mean you understand?"
A mouthful of blood surged into Zhang Quan's throat, but he forcefully swallowed it back.
Furious, he said, "Fine, fine. Your tongue is sharp, and I can't outargue you. Once I kill you, I'll tear that mouth of yours apart and feed you to these Walking Corpses.