Destroying the True Body

The location where the Turcolando overturned was not too far from the exit of the Luowu Emperor's Mausoleum, and it did not extend deep into the mausoleum.

Perhaps it was the lack of light in the darkness, or perhaps the tomb passage blocked Zodiac's perception, making it difficult to perceive details when using mental manipulation. When Turcorando was shaking off his pursuers, he accidentally stepped into a spike trap and was trapped inside by these flip-up floor tiles, unable to move.

Omega forcibly removed several floor tiles, revealing Turcolando, who was stuck inside and motionless.

But Omega didn't pull Turcorando out. Instead, she tore down most of the floor tiles and, upon seeing the skeleton wrapped in Turcorando's clothes, quickly turned to the pile of bones.

"Damn Luo Zhong!"

Omega couldn't help but curse as he grabbed the head that Turcorando was holding in his arms.

"If you hadn't disrupted the arrangements, I wouldn't be in this predicament!"

Omega cursed under her breath, completely ignoring the stench of the rotting head, and instead took a deep breath.

"What a foul, rotten stench! You took nearly half of my spiritual power from the seed, and you died when we met. What a pity!"

Omega clutched his head, muttering a sigh of relief.

"The physical body decays, but the power of the spirit endures. Even if you die, you cannot take anything from the original body with you. Anything... Hmm? How come there's only this much left?"

She pointed her finger, and a ball of phosphorescent light appeared on Luo Zhong's head, which made Omega's expression change drastically after she noticed it.

"Damn it, you actually passed it down!"

If we are to seek a reason for the loss of spiritual power, it can only be through inheritance.

Just like the successive generations of emperors of the Luofu Imperial Family family, the spiritual power of Luo Zhong's brain has been passed on to the next generation.

Seeing that everything could be regained at any moment, but only an empty shell was brought back, this change distorted Omega's face.

She reached out and touched the phosphorescent flame, which was no bigger than a fist, and collapsed like a rag doll. A clump of white roots emerged from her waist, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The roots that sprout from the waist are pure white and unstained by any blood. Unlike vines, these roots do not expand and grow wildly, but rather maintain an extremely slender shape.

Without Omega's body as a mouthpiece, the passageway became much quieter, with only the faint, dying breaths remaining.

Nearly fifteen seconds later, the roots at the base of the Omega plant, along with its crown-like head, finally emerged fully.

Resembling the shape of a jellyfish, the creature controlling Omega's body has an extremely bizarre appearance, making it difficult to determine whether it belongs to a plant or an animal.

With a gentle gliding of its roots, the jellyfish-shaped creature floated up, its many roots reaching out towards the phosphorescent flames.

It is unknown what method was used, but some tiny flames on the phosphorescent fire transformed into thin lines that shot out and extended into the distance from the tomb passage.

As if receiving a message, the jellyfish-like creature's roots swayed wildly, seemingly dancing with joy.

But the other party was clearly celebrating too soon.

A gunshot shattered the dying atmosphere in the passage.

In the flickering light of the searchlight, the shot pierced directly through the jellyfish's crown-shaped head.

Before any other thoughts could surface, and before any action could be taken, the sound of triggers and gunshots rang out again.

Compared to the previous single gunshot, the gunshots now rang out in rapid succession, like a continuous barrage from a firearm.

Beneath two finger-thick floor tiles, two gun barrels occasionally spat out flashes of light in the dim environment.

"Excellent... excellent marksmanship!"

Montes Arthur, who was pinned under the floor tiles, let out a low cry. In the next instant, he felt a chilling aura emerge, as if his head had been struck by a sledgehammer. Blood gushed from his nostrils instantly.

The image of Badun's disappointed face flashed before his eyes, and Montes Arthur couldn't help but feel fear.

Throughout the decades of Gene Sequence development, Montes Arthur has been the leading figure in the spiritual combat techniques of the Aomeijia Alliance, always intimidating and suppressing others. He has never had a moment like this before.

Seeing Montes Badun's angry expression and his hand slapping at him hard, Montes Arthur couldn't help but let out the loudest scream of his life.

The psychedelic surge that pierced the mind happened almost instantly. Montes Arthur felt the image of Badun before him vanish in an instant, and the crisis of being killed while in a mental state was swept away in a short time because of his outburst.

"To be able to withstand my mental attacks, it seems you've acquired the Xuan Qi Heavy Armor!"

"You... it seems you're the elusive ichthyosaur!"

A dull, resentful sound came from the air. Through the corner of his eye shining through the floor tiles, Montes Arthur saw an elderly man with white hair standing with a cane.

He pointed to an area several meters away, and with a dull thud, several floor tiles flipped over, allowing Zhang Xuezhou, who was lying on the sharp iron spikes, to get up.

After Zhang Xuezhou lent a hand, Ren Anran, whose body was shimmering with a faint white light, also emerged.

"Huang Daoxian?"

The moment those three words left Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, Montes Arthur felt a chill run down his spine.

They came to the Scarlet Alliance State to see how to fight the Fire Meteor Creatures, never imagining they would find themselves on the front lines of that fight.

Montes Arthur is a character who has experienced various shocks in Qin Meng. He is not good at physical combat and is not good at resisting blows, but he wears a beast skin armor that can withstand bullets. Montes Arthur also knows how to play dead to avoid danger.

He witnessed Omega's actions firsthand, saw the jellyfish-like creature emerge from Omega's body, endured the mental shock, and then saw the white-haired old man whose body was like a phantom.

Montes Arthur wasn't slow to react; in just a short time, he realized everything.

You lost!

Zhang Xuezhou, standing on the floor tiles, spoke in a seemingly polite manner, but his right hand, having emptied his gun, had already grabbed half a mechanical Human Dynasty smashing it wildly on the ground.

The white tentacles rolled on the ground, then were smashed into patches of white paste by the wooden figure.

You lost!

The white-haired old man, appearing like a phantom, shook his head, disagreeing with the current outcome and the question of life and death.

"You've stained my blood, and for the rest of your life you'll live in fear of my revenge," the white-haired old man shook his head. "It could be today, or it could be tomorrow, and you'll die without even realizing it!"

"This should be your true form. With your true form destroyed, even if your spirit is strong, you're just a floating duckweed. What can you use to fight us?"

Seemingly ignoring the threat, Zhang Xuezhou continued his actions of slapping and jumping tentacles, asking questions as if it were just casual conversation.

"Non-Self body hadn't been burned by Zhu Liangping and the others, do you think you could have so easily destroyed my original form?" the white-haired old man said. "As long as I have a body to live in, you can only struggle in vain!"

"Didn't you ever think about who found the Corpse Flower, and then Zhu Liangping sent people to burn it?"

Zhang Xuezhou looked up, and the wooden mechanism was aimed at the last twisted and tumbling root.

"It's you?" the white-haired old man asked, his face showing Outer Dao.

"It's me. Are you happy now that you know the result?"

Zhang Xuezhou responded expressionlessly.

He looked at the white-haired old man, but the anger on the man's face vanished in an instant, without the resentment and mental breakdown that Zhang Xuezhou had imagined.

This made him raise the half-wooden figure in his hand.

"As long as my soul lives on, my body will never perish. I have reincarnated more than ten times without dying, and I will certainly not die this time. It won't be long before I return to find you!"

The white-haired old man spoke in an extremely indifferent tone as the wooden figure smashed against the roots on the floor tiles.

As white sap oozed from the roots, the illusory image of the white-haired old man vanished like a bubble.