Refining the Black Coffin, That Mosquito

After enduring this for several years, Wu Chu had become a creature that was neither human nor ghost. The hair on his head had long since fallen out, and his flesh and skin were almost reduced to just a skeleton. His internal organs were dull and lifeless, and the features on his face had become black holes, with wisps of black energy drifting out of one black hole and entering from another.

It looked like a half-rotten corpse, it was disgusting.

If he still had his sense of smell, he would have been able to smell the stench emanating from his rotting flesh.

Wu Chu guessed that perhaps the Houtu had also experienced a similar situation.

It's even possible that when Houtu asked him to learn supernatural powers from the Fox Ancestress in Qingqiu, it was because she didn't want him to see her ghostly appearance entangled in death energy.

Thinking about it now, Wu Chu realized it was quite possible. Otherwise, why would Houtu not try to comprehend the Ten Thousand Crows Formation outside Myriad Crows Mountain, but instead go to the White Bone Cave?

Thinking of Houtu had also become like this, Wu Chu's heart immediately calmed down, an effect even more effective than the Red-Powder Skeleton Diagram.

After gradually adapting to this state, Wu Chu also gained his own insights into the laws of death. However, the initial idea that he only needed to be able to initially control the death energy was long gone. He was now immersed in this death energy and, in this disgusting state, had continued to endure for who knows how many years.

The Merit Power and the Indestructible Spirit Light within his body, as well as the colorful stars in his various acupoints, had long been sealed away by him and were now in a dim state.

Finally, one day, the Black Coffin beside him began to glow with dark light, which transformed into mysterious black runes that swirled and floated around him.

Strengths of primordial Primordial Spirit extended from Wu Chu's Consciousness Sea, condensing the death energy into new runes, which then connected with the runes floating around him. Finally, the runes merged into a single mass, forming a new order that emitted a black light, enveloping the Black Coffin.

After an unknown amount of time, the runes transformed into Order Divine Chains, enveloping the Black Coffin. Finally, the deathly aura receded into the coffin, Black Coffin suddenly shrank and was held in Wu Chu's hand.

After finally gaining control of the death energy, Wu Chu's body slowly began to glow. The Star Pill and Indestructible Spirit Light that he had sealed away were illuminating his dilapidated body, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him like a tide.

This change made the eyes Houtu Miss Houtu, who was enjoying dessert in the pavilion, light up.

"Sister Houtu, is Brother A Chu about to emerge from seclusion?"

Little Moon Spirit and the Little Fox also tilted their heads and looked towards Wu Chu's room.

"It'll be soon! Hopefully, after this, his cultivation will reach a higher level." Houtu said, looking at the two increasingly large loli girls, "You two need to work hard too!"

The two little girls nodded in agreement.

Several hundred years later, Wu Chu emerged from his seclusion. The disgusting, rotting skeleton he had once appeared in was long gone, and his appearance had been restored to its original state.

This retreat held a very special significance for him, as it was the first time he had experienced what death meant and understood what it meant to pass away.

As a result, he became more composed, with a confident smile on his face, as if nothing could defeat him.

It is obvious that although his cultivation level is still at the Golden Immortal realm, his state of mind has undergone a great change, or rather, a sublimation, compared to the past.

How can we know life if we don't know death?!

Wu Chu finally understood Houtu's true intentions.

So, after he emerged from Houtu, when Miss Houtu appeared before him to greet him, he solemnly bowed to Houtu and said, "Sister, thank you very much!"

Miss Houtu glanced at him and smiled sweetly, "You're welcome!"

Little Moon Spirit and the Little Fox thought Wu Chu was thanking Houtu for protecting him, and they had no idea about the deeper meaning behind Wu Chu's bow.

Whether Houtu understood or not, Wu Chu didn't care.

"Brother A Chu, would you like something to eat?" Little Moon Spirit held up the pastries in her hand.

"Great! If I could, I'd like to eat meat!" Wu Chu said, leaping into the pavilion. Then he asked the Little Fox, "Where's your ancestor? Has he come out of seclusion?"

The Little Fox shook its head. "Not yet!"

As she spoke, she rinsed the teacup with tea water and poured a cup of tea for Wu Chu.

Clearly, they had just been drinking tea in the pavilion.

"Sister, I want to go to Myriad Crows Mountain. Can you come with me?" Wu Chu said to Houtu, who had followed him in, after taking a sip of tea. He wiped his mouth with the Seven-Treasure Radiance Kerchief that Houtu had given him, putting on a show of being gentle and refined.

Of course, apart from Yibao, no one would think he was being pretentious or affected.

Houtu glanced at him, nodded, and finally asked, "Where do you intend to go to collect that death energy?"

Wu Chu shook his head and said, "I want to put this Black Coffin in Myriad Crows Mountain and use the death energy there to nourish it. Anyway, I'm staying in Purple Jade Mountain, so I don't need it for the time being."

After refining the Black Coffin, Wu Chu realized that besides its extremely powerful defense, its most formidable ability was to kill people invisibly.

They would place the person into the Black Coffin, then use the endless death energy within to gradually erode their magical power. Combined with Ran Deng Funerary Palace Lantern in the hands of the old Daoist priest, they could even send the person's remnant soul to the Netherworld after killing them.

The Netherworld is now Blood Sea, the territory of the Ancestor Minghe.

Wu Chu wondered if the Old Ran Deng had encountered the Ancestor Minghe in the Netherworld. Given his current luck, Wu Chu wouldn't be surprised if he had.

If they do encounter it, then that Funerary Palace Lantern will fall into the hands of the Ancestor Minghe.

Thinking of this possibility, Wu Chu felt a little regretful, after all, the Funerary Palace Lantern and this Black Coffin were matching magical Spirit Treasure.

Of course, Wu Chu's regret is somewhat unnecessary. Although the old Ran Deng had very good luck before, encountering a luxurious group of Twelve Ancestral Witches as soon as he appeared.

But good fortune can't last forever!

Upon arriving in the Netherworld, the old Daoist Ran Deng, aided by the Netherworld Ghostfire on the Funerary Palace Lantern, was practically in his element.

In that Blood Sea, he even made a new friend, who was actually a female mosquito. This female mosquito was ferocious by nature and originally wanted to devour his Primordial Spirit, but when she was illuminated by the Netherworld Ghostfire, all the hairs on her body were almost burned off.

After witnessing the power of the Ran Deng of the old Daoist Palace Lantern, the female mosquito wisely turned from enemy to friend. Under the guidance of this new friend, the old Ran Deng priest successfully left the Blood Sea and returned to the Primordial Land.