"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Black Emperor was bound by layers of chains and plummeted from the sky, leaving it utterly desperate.
The ancient Corpse Demon on the ground roared, their green eyes glowing in the darkness.
Their appearance was unusual, unlike ordinary corpses. They looked too shriveled, almost skin and bones, but their aura was definitely powerful enough to kill Ancient Saint.
Almost at the same moment the Big Black Dog fell, two powerful Corpse Demon dragged their slow steps forward, their sharp bone claws gleaming coldly, and forcibly restrained the Black Emperor.
"Ah!"
Black Emperor's face turned red. He roared and channeled his magic power, his whole body tensing up as he tried to break free of the restraints. But the more he struggled, the tighter the purple chains bound him.
It was unwilling to accept this fate, and somehow it collapsed in the Great Luo Heaven —the place it considered its own backyard.
"There must be something hidden. Is it an illusion? Or a training ground deliberately created by the Supreme? Or is the Heavenly Mandate Palace trying to kill me?"
The Black Emperor was completely baffled, but soon it no longer needed to ponder it.
"Boom!"
A Corpse Demon opened its massive maw, and the stench almost made the Black Emperor vomit.
The next moment, a burst of blood erupted, and the Big Black Dog howled as its shoulder blade was crushed alive, turning into a bloody mess. The bone fragments and blood were mixed together, with only thin layers of skin sticking to them.
It's not a hallucination!
This kind of pain is a physical injury that wounds the soul.
Even more terrifying, the Black Emperor discovered that the monstrous Zombie King above was staring at it.
More accurately, it was its fur, which resembled black silk.
Sometimes, the perpetrator and the victim share the same thoughts.
It wants my skin.
Realizing this, the Big Black Dog was terrified and instantly began to howl like a banshee.
This was the first time it had suffered such a huge loss since it had roamed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and it didn't even have a chance to make amends.
It seems they thought it was too noisy.
"Boom!"
The other Corpse Demon swung its bony arm, and although it was moving very slowly, it caused the Black Emperor excruciating pain, leaving him covered in blood.
With a dizzying spin, it was pulled back upside down by a Corpse Demon and hung on a rock like a dead fish, nearly unconscious.
At this moment, the ancient Ancient Jiangshi slowly floated down, and with a clang, summoned a broken battle sword. Then, it walked step by step towards the Big Black Dog.
In that instant, the Black Emperor seemed to see the past of this place.
Living beings.
Many living beings.
These people are very powerful, including many Great Saint. They have broken into this place, seemingly in pursuit of something, and they seem quite fanatical.
Initially, this force was unstoppable; the mindless Corpse Demon were not difficult to deal with and were defeated one after another.
Until... the appearance of that purple coffin.
What followed was stagnation.
Starting with the most powerful controller—a Great Saint —they were also the beings who died the most tragically.
It was that familiar purple chain again. The Great Saint, whose origins and name were unknown, watched helplessly as his skin was peeled off. His shrill screams echoed throughout the ancient Burial Ground. Finally, his marrow was broken, his true spirit shattered, and he perished in agony.
Peel off the skin and grind the bones!
It's no longer just an adjective; reality is unfolding in this hellish place.
Not only that Great Saint, but all the Saint who came here experienced the same thing.
At the end, the place is filled with mountains of skulls and forests of bones, human skins falling into the mud and dust, turning into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Year after year, the spirits of the dead come to life, don their former skins, and become members of the Corpse Demon.
"No!"
The Black Emperor awoke from his unconsciousness and struggled violently, but to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as the skinned zombie king approached.
Unable to accept this reality, it kept calling out to Shi Ming, the man it regarded as the successor of the Great Emperor Wushi and its young master.
Just as it felt the coldness of the sword's edge, and the blade was close to the top of its head...
As the words " Shi Ming," filled with despair, resounded throughout the universe, the spacetime of this place began to tremble.
A terrifying killing intent swept across the sky!
This left the Black Emperor stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared into the Void. Then, upon sensing the familiar aura, he burst into tears of joy.
A sword embryo of the Great Dao, annihilating Chaos, seemed capable of piercing through all things, forcefully breaking through the River of Time. Lying there, surrounded by Bronze Flowers of Time, it exuded a deadly killing intent that soared to the heavens.
"Those who recite my true name will have their sins halved in the cycle of birth and death."
A faint chant arose, followed by the sound of a mighty river. A tributary of the River of Time, whose origin and destination were unknown, forcefully entered this space.
"Buzz!"
The sword rang out, and a terrifying profound meaning of time manifested. A figure appeared on the sword, surrounded by the radiance of time, wielding the sword embryo and charging out.
At the same time, waves splashed in the distant river, and a blurry Dharma image could be vaguely seen, sitting cross-legged on a celestial tree, exuding the aura of Quasi-Emperor Fourth Heaven.
"Why is it the Dharma Body of the past? It's not the present Shi Ming's here?!"
This startled the Black Emperor; his previous elation turned into apprehension, and he was very worried that Shi Ming would be no match for him.
But then it thought, even if it couldn't win, it still had an imperial weapon.
The heir of Purple Mountain, who always kept the imperial artifact by his side, felt at ease. His eyebrows turned into eight-character eyebrows as he eagerly awaited rescue.
At this time, the Black Emperor lost his former ferocity and cunning, and even showed some signs of honesty and innocence.
It looks a lot like a country dog.
"Roar!"
Facing the illusory sword embryo, the Zombie Wang Da, his eyes flashing with a blood-red light—a ferocity revealed when facing a truly powerful enemy.
It pounced forward aggressively, grabbing with one hand, its power of laws soaring into the sky, Shrouding the Heavens with its single hand, aiming to crush the illusory image and fight against the beings in the River of Time.
"Buzz!"
A sword light whistled through the air and collided with the bone palm. The light of time shone Eternal, and the runes were shimmering, sweeping outwards like ripples on water. This space seemed to fall into some kind of boundary, turning into a quagmire.
"Certainly!"
A vast and ancient Daoist sound resounded, no longer ethereal, like a faint light, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, while also spreading countless threads of the Time Dao.
These paths converged into one place, all disappearing into that wisp of sword light, freezing this terrifying Ancient Jiangshi, comparable to the Seventh Heaven of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, in place, unable to move.
"Click!"
A streak of blood flashed by, carrying mournful cries of gods and ghosts, instantly cleaving through the ancient Burial Ground. This was a fusion of time and space, from which soaring light emanated, reaching far and wide, unmatched by any other.
The King roared, feeling its existence being erased bit by bit, which made it extremely frantic.
However!
Time cannot be reversed. In the blink of an eye, the zombie king was beheaded, his body severed in two, and blood splattered across the sky.
As it fell, a glimmer of soul light flickered on the Ancient Jiangshi's body, and a remnant soul revived. In its final moments of revival, some blurry fragments of memory surfaced.
It was a being from the past, very powerful in life, but encountered a terrifying being and had its Quasi-Emperor skin stripped off, though it escaped with its life.
However, that body can never be found again, nor can it be rebuilt.
In the final battle for the Heavenly Heart, it was outmaneuvered and lost. Its primordial spirit was shattered and refined into its physical body, to be used by humans.
However, it didn't seem to care much about the final defeat... Since ancient times, the struggle for the position of Heavenly Venerable has meant that the loser loses everything, while the winner tramples on the bones to be crowned Venerable.
In the end, its deepest obsession was with the strange existence deep within the eerie darkness.
If it hadn't been for that encounter, with its flesh intact and its body undamaged, it might have won...
It's so frustrating!
The remnant soul, its face dazed, burned to ashes in the Void and vanished from the spot.
Not only it, but all those terrifying ancient Corpse Demon also vanished, weathered away by the light of time.
Only a Black Dog, covered in blood, stood alone in the Burial Ground.
It wagged its tail and ran up to Shi Ming, wanting to talk to him.
But it was too late. After suppressing everything, the Time Dharma Image disappeared into the River of Time. The river surged and quickly left this realm, as if it had never existed.
When the Heavenly Mandate Palace entered this realm carrying the Grand Purity Lamp, he saw a Black Dog digging incessantly in the ground.
Sensing the mangled body and shattered sword deep underground, the black-haired youth shook his head.
This dog is incorrigible.
With a flick of his sleeve, imbued with time-related patterns, he froze the Black Emperor in place before taking him away.
Looking at the completely abandoned little world filled with shattered bones, the master of the Mandate Palace shook his head and disappeared into the sky, leaving the place quiet once again.
Darkness enveloped everything.
As time passed, the shattered bones on the ground trembled and began to reshape themselves.
The radiant soul returned in a bizarre way, connecting with the torso, the stench returned, and a demonic light shone in this dark place.
Finally, the King among the Ancient Jiangshi slowly crawled out of the blood-soaked soil. The headless corpse lingered, its broken parts glowing. After a long time, it regained its head.
At the moment of its rebirth, countless corpses wailed and ghosts howled in the vast ocean, making the place incredibly terrifying.
This numb being floated above the purple coffin, awaiting the arrival of the next living being...
No one noticed that deep within the bones, a broken stone tablet bore several indistinct ancient divine characters.
The East Prison, the sin of skinning.
The seven characters for "god" are like silver hooks and iron strokes, powerful and vigorous, carrying the meaning of bestowing an imperial title and awe-inspiring to the world.
This is... one level of mythical Hell.