Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art, Death and Resurrection

The excruciating pain of blood light rampaging through his dantian, the searing sensation of meridians being torn apart, and the piercing agony in his soul—every fiber of his being was screaming "death."

The resentment churning in Lian Xiaotian's chest threatened to burst through his throat; he refused to admit defeat, a cold, near-maniacal smirk curling his lips.

Since you intend to destroy me, I shall borrow your power to break and then rebuild!

Crack—

That was the sound of his dantian shattering, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, instantly reverberating through his limbs and bones. His martial soul origin was ground into dust.

Lian Xiaotian's skin turned a dark purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, veins bulging like twisted earthworms, crawling beneath his skin as if trying to tear through the flesh and burrow out.

He opened his mouth, wanting to roar but unable to produce a sound, only coughing up mouthfuls of blood-flecked, fishy-smelling bile. Every breath felt like swallowing blades; his internal organs felt as though they had been pulverized and forcibly stitched back together, his very heart twitching in agony.

He gritted his teeth so hard his tongue was already shredded, blood mixing with saliva as he swallowed, the taste of rust flooding his mouth.

Relying on the instincts from surviving seven death trials in his past life and a resentment that felt as if it could reach the Nine Nether Underworld, he forcibly cultivated his core technique from that previous life—the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art.

In his past life, Lian Xiaotian's cultivation had reached a realm of transcendence, surpassing the imagination of his predecessors. He created something from nothing, turned the void into reality, and relied on intuition and intent to face enemies in battle. Every move he made was an peerless, unconventional technique, establishing his own path and opening the grand dao of martial arts.

His Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art was a technique unique to him, created by combining the Nine Deaths Evil Art with the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Method.

The Nine Deaths Evil Art was inherited from his mentor. It was said that over three hundred years ago in his past life, the evil path titan Canglong the Eccentric gathered the strengths of various evil sects, first driving himself into a state of qi deviation to experience a death trial, and then creating the art after pulling himself back from the brink of death.

With the reversal of meridians as its core cultivation method, it possessed peerless regenerative power, capable of bringing one back from the dead and reconstructing meridians.

Each time one died and was reborn, their cultivation, physical strength, mental power, immunity, cellular vitality, and neural reaction speed would increase tenfold, and their true qi would become ten times purer.

However, the cultivation method of the Nine Deaths Evil Art was no different from self-mutilation; every breakthrough was a brush with death.

Practicing this art required an extremely high level of existing cultivation. The higher the realm of the death trial, the more it required undead resentment and death qi. One had to use nine psychic divine artifacts to mutilate oneself and absorb the undead resentment within to forge a divine meridian, which easily corrupted the mind.

As for the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Method, that was something Lian Xiaotian had obtained by accident, its origins lost to history.

Its cultivation levels were named after the ghost kings of the nine hells; the deeper the level of hell, the more powerful the user. Its level of danger was on par with the Nine Deaths Evil Art, and it also required death and rebirth, with the power increase becoming more astonishing with each iteration.

With each layer of evil qi, the image of the corresponding ghost king would manifest, as if a deity had possessed the body.

The Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art, formed by the combination of these two evil techniques, was hailed as the number one evil art, allowing Lian Xiaotian to dominate his peers in his past life, recognized as the future leader of the evil path before he was even twenty.

Yet, in his final battle, he perished together with the predecessor who had attained enlightenment in all nine forms of the Tathagata Palm.

At this moment, Lian Xiaotian had no psychic divine artifacts and no profound cultivation; he could only use the energy from his shattering martial soul as fuel, using his body as a container to forcibly withstand the backlash of the technique.

The flesh beneath his skin seemed to be boiling, the sound of cracking bones like rolling thunder. His soul felt as if it were being gripped and dragged forcibly into the netherworld, while countless cold resentments, darkness, evil qi, and death qi surged from all directions, threatening to swallow his consciousness entirely.

I will slaughter this heaven... how can I fall here!

Lian Xiaotian's consciousness flickered repeatedly between life and death, sometimes seeing his past life, sometimes the mockery of Clear Sky Douluo, and sometimes the look in his birth mother's eyes as she passed away in this life.

These images whipped his consciousness, preventing him from falling completely into the Nine Nethers.

Lian Xiaotian persisted like this for three days and three nights, the energy from his Radiant Mantis martial soul nearly exhausted.

Just as he was about to collapse, a faint floral fragrance suddenly drifted into his nostrils.

A white light descended from the sky. The white light appeared extremely peculiar; it was in the shape of flower petals, drifting down slowly, landing directly on Lian Xiaotian and merging weightlessly into his body.

Lian Xiaotian's chaotic consciousness was partially awakened, but he had no time to ponder the reason for his clarity, focusing only on continuing to cultivate the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art.

What he did not know was that the owner of this light was a young girl.

She was dressed in black, her face veiled by a black gauze, with long blue hair draped behind her. She had a pair of beautiful, large blue eyes, clear as water and devoid of any impurities, her long eyelashes slightly curled, blinking as if they could speak.

"Grandpa, come quickly, there's a boy here!" The girl was so anxious she was on the verge of tears, wishing her grandfather could teleport to her side.

Within a few breaths, a middle-aged man with wings on his back brought an elderly man with white hair and a white beard, also dressed in black, to the girl's side.

Upon seeing what lay before them, both were struck with immense shock, their pupils trembling as if in an earthquake.

The ground for a hundred meters around was a dark, brownish color—the color of dried blood. With such an exaggerated area, the volume of blood loss was impossible to calculate.

In the center sat a boy, his entire body shrouded in a faint, dark purple aura. His skin was dark purple and stained with blood, but that was not the most terrifying or gruesome part.

The boy's limbs were gone; the white bone and twisted flesh at the wounds were clearly visible, still oozing blood.

There were two small holes atop his head, leaking a viscous, red-and-white mixture.

His face was shattered and distorted, his features barely distinguishable; there was not a single intact part of his body.

Moreover, new tissue was growing from all his wounds as if attempting to self-repair, only to wither away just as quickly.

This boy was none other than Lian Xiaotian!

The entire scene was impossible to describe with precise language, its horror and gruesomeness so profound that the middle-aged man took one look and turned away to vomit.

The elderly man in black seemed as if a giant hand had gripped his throat, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Grandpa, save him, please!" The girl's sobbing pulled the old man back to his senses.

"Why has this child's martial soul not appeared? Whether it is a tool martial soul or a beast martial soul, it should have appeared to protect the soul master by now. Could his martial soul have... shattered? Who could be so cruel as to treat a child this way!"

The originally kind-faced old man was instantly incensed, but then he was startled again. "This child is filled with death qi; I cannot feel a single trace of vitality, yet he is still alive..."

Though the old man was filled with doubt, he could not afford to hesitate. Seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—appeared on his body, and a pink Begonia Flower hovered in his palm.

Composed of white and pink petals, the flower was vibrant and graceful. Leaves and vines trailed from the sides of his palm, swaying softly in the wind.

The three-colored soul rings emitted three-colored light, collectively transforming into countless petals that fell into Lian Xiaotian's body.

This Begonia Flower is known as the Nine-Heart Begonia, the premier healing-type martial soul in the world; regardless of how many spirit rings are added, it possesses only one spirit skill: area-of-effect group healing.

With a Nine-Heart Begonia spirit master present, it is difficult even to die, and legend has it that once one reaches the Title Douluo realm, it can even bring the dead back to life.

Lian Xiaotian currently faces two major problems: first, his cultivation is not profound enough, and second, he is in a state of severe injury.

This has caused the power of the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art he is cultivating to constantly ravage his body, making it impossible to sustain and plunging Lian Xiaotian into a state of suspended animation, with nearly his entire being stepping into the gates of hell.

However, the old man's Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul happens to provide a constant stream of life force, keeping him tethered to existence and allowing him to forcibly continue cultivating the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art.

"Is this child... cultivating?"

The old man discovered Lian Xiaotian's state and cried out in shock; he had never imagined that a child in such a crippled state could still be cultivating, let alone continuing to do so. He could not fathom what kind of willpower this required.

With the aid of the Nine-Heart Begonia and the Nine Deaths Reincarnation Evil Art, Lian Xiaotian's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the old man's situation was not looking good.

The old man's hand holding the Nine-Heart Begonia trembled, his face turned pale, and he was inwardly alarmed: "This recovery speed far exceeds the conventional efficacy of the Nine-Heart Begonia, and it has actually consumed thirty percent of my spirit power in an instant."

Just as Lian Xiaotian's severed limbs regenerated and his face was restored, the air within a five-hundred-meter radius suddenly turned cold.