Endless Corpses

The Law Power cultivated through the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Art> and <Longevity Art> is of the same origin as that cultivated through the <Corpse King Reincarnation Art>.

The transitions Cultivation Method were extremely smooth.

The moment the <Corpse King Reincarnation Art> was activated, both Law Power vortexes within the Dantian were simultaneously stirred up.

The two continued to approach each other.

Two vortices moving in opposite directions collided suddenly.

However, when the two collided, there was no tremor in the Dantian; they smoothly began to merge.

Several days have passed.

The two Law Power vortexes merged completely into one, becoming indistinguishable.

Song Wen opened his mouth slightly and swallowed a Golden Core Pill.

The essence of heaven and earth contained in the Golden Core Pill surged into the Dantian.

Within the newly formed vortex of Law Power, a golden bean the size of a sesame seed condensed.

This is the prototype of the Golden Core Elixir.

Under the operation of the <Corpse King Reincarnation Art>, the golden bean began to absorb the Law Power within the Dantian.

With each cycle of Law Power circulating within the body, the golden bean-shaped pill grows larger.

Gradually, golden light emanated from Song Wen's body, making him appear like a golden Immortal descended to earth.

The golden light gradually intensified, bathing the entire cave abode in a golden glow.

Inside the cave abode, the Spirit Gathering Formation continuously extracted Spiritual Qi from the Superior Spirit Stones, and the pure Spiritual Qi permeated the entire cave abode.

Song Wen Wenjing absorbed the surrounding Spiritual Qi, Spiritual Qi was then refined into Law Power by the <Corpse King Reincarnation Art> and flowed into his Dantian.

Several months later, a golden pill condensed and spun continuously.

The Golden Core, like the rising sun, illuminated the entire Dantian with a radiant glow.

A vast amount of Law Power flowed from within the Golden Core, coursing through Song Wen's meridians and limbs.

Under the tempering of Law Power, Song Wen's physical body gradually began to strengthen.

Song Wen's appearance constantly shifted between that of a thousand-year-old corpse and a living person.

Finally, he transformed into a bizarre figure with an old corpse on the left and a living person on the right.

The rhythm of life and the lament of death were both manifested in him.

Suddenly.

Song Wen sensed that a powerful, obscure aura was quietly descending from the Unseen, like the power of the Heavenly Dao, irresistible.

Suddenly, the whole world began to distort and deform.

A blur before my eyes,

The world is changing.

In an instant, he found himself in a vast, empty void.

Hundreds of thousands of people stood densely packed around him.

Among these people were men and women, the old and the young.

They were all described as deathly pale, their faces ashen, lifeless, like standing corpses.

These people stared at Song Wen with dead eyes.

Their eyes held sorrow, grief, hatred, and a thirst for killing.

So many people gathered together, yet not a sound was made.

There wasn't even a sound of breathing.

Song Wen could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

At that moment, Song Wen seemed to forget that he was a cultivator, and forgot everything about cultivation.

A chilling sense of unease rose within him.

It felt like a heavy burden, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

He wanted to roar, to break the silent silence, but found his throat was locked, unable to utter a sound.

People from all directions began to move, slowly approaching Song Wen.

Like a wall of people on all four sides, they pressed in on Song Wen.

There were just too many people; they were shoulder to shoulder, packed together.

These people are extremely vulnerable.

Some people lost their heads, some lost their arms, and some lost their legs.

Limbs were scattered all over the floor.

Then, it was trampled by those who came after it, crushed into mincemeat and blood.

This horrifying scene caused Song Wen's forehead to be covered in cold sweat, and his body to tremble uncontrollably.

He wanted to escape, but there were people all around him, and nowhere to run.

They wanted to resist, but were powerless to do so.

Song Wen felt so small, and a deep sense of helplessness and fear filled his heart.

A sense of despair began to spread.

He felt his soul being slowly devoured by despair, and his sanity was gradually collapsing.

He was like a lamb to the slaughter, awaiting the final judgment of fate.

Lamb to the slaughter?

A strange sense of familiarity suddenly rose in Song Wen's heart.

But his memory seemed to be sealed away; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall where this sense of familiarity came from.

The crowd drew closer, revealing severed heads and limbs, crushed bodies, and scattered internal organs.

Song Wen suddenly realized where the familiar feeling of being a 'lamb to the slaughter' came from.

They were the corpses placed on the Dissection Platform.

On the Dissection Platform, Song Wen was like a butcher selling meat, and the corpses were lambs waiting to be sold.

The lamb was butchered by Song Wen, the master butcher, until the blood and flesh were separated, and the flesh and bones were separated.

Song Wen suddenly laughed.

His smile was ferocious and twisted, his mouth seemed to be pulled by an indescribable force, as if it were about to tear to his ears. His teeth were exposed, white and gleaming.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the maniacal laughter of a demon from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine. His expression was contorted, as if every muscle in his body was twitching uncontrollably.

His eyes gleamed with a crazed light, his pupils dilated as if he wanted to devour the entire world.

His smile was full of cruelty and madness, like a demon that had broken free from hell, ready to devour anyone who might be caught in its path.

"So this is what they call a 'mental tribulation'."

"You bunch of dead men, a bunch of dead men I've dismembered, you actually think you can stop me from Golden Core Pill? You're delusional!"

"Hahaha..."

"Since you've appeared in my heart's tribulation, then let me send you on your way one last time."

Song Wen still couldn't sense any Law Power or cultivation within his body; he remained just like an ordinary mortal, yet he felt no fear.

He was like an indomitable warrior on the battlefield. Even when he was alone and facing thousands of enemy troops, he was fearless and charged forward, launching a fierce attack on the enemy.

He single-handedly charged into an enemy force of hundreds of thousands.

"Bang!"

Song Wen crashed into a dead body.

The corpse looked as if it had been pieced together, extremely fragile, with limbs separated, head thrown off, and body exploded.

Bright red blood and foul-smelling entrails stained Song Wen's body.

Song Wen was like Blood Demon awakened by blood, his face contorted with hysterical madness.

He was like a god of death, rampaging through the corpses as if they were nothing.

One after another, bright red blood flowers bloomed in the air.

The bodies of the corpses exploded and burst open.

Severed limbs and internal organs lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing freely.

"Die! Everyone must die!"

"Hahaha..."

Song Wen's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the void.

He had been fighting for an unknown amount of time; his entire body was soaked in blood, and his clothes were covered with a thick layer of bloodstains.

He was exhausted, his whole body ached, and he was breathing heavily, as if all his strength had been drained.

His muscles seemed to have turned into cotton, unable to support his body, making even standing extremely difficult.