Spirit Vessel
chapter-1122

The Path of Reincarnation and a pit corpse from the myriad battlefield were connected. Before them was an endless cemetery with countless tablets engraved with the names of powerful cultivators.

The yin energy here was out of control, resulting in ghastly fogs and strange red flowers with the shape of a human ear.

Feiyun focused on one cliff-like tablet with a Buddhist affinity. Its holy nature suppressed the evil nearby. He was too familiar with it already.

“Yama’s grave? I came here before and didn’t see it.” The turtle climbed over and had a look of astonishment. It was surprised since it knew who Yama was.

“I heard that more than ten thousand years ago, three kings from the Yin World were pursued by a sacred monk to the battlefield. All three were killed eventually and Yama was one of them. So the monk must have buried them here.”

Ximen Chuixiao looked around and found the graves of the other two kings as well - Chujiang and Zhuanlun.

‘There is a hint of Golden Silkworm Scripture, it must have been Senior Fo Canzi.” Feiyun traced his fingers across the golden runes on the tablet.

Since Feiyun was cultivating the same scripture, he could be considered an indirect disciple.

Suddenly, Ximen Chuixiao shouted loudly.

“What the hell, why is there a hole here? Did someone climb out?!” He stared at an empty hole nearby.

Feiyun ran over and sure enough, there was a pit with evil energy oozing out, enough to devour souls.

‘I understand now, only a broken body managed to flee to Jin, the rest was buried here and only got out several years ago.’ Feiyun thought to himself after seeing the condition of the pit.

“Fo Canzi’s cultivation is incredible, just one tablet and a few words are enough to suppress Yama for ten thousand years.” The turtle smiled and seemingly wanted to grab the tablet.

It contained Buddhist enlightenment from Fo Canzi himself. Though he might not be a saint, he should be infinitely close to that realm.

Thus, these tablets were precious treasures. Those wanting to learn more about the last realm would pay a sky-high price for it.

The turtle wanted to pull it up but one dao rune smacked its head and sent it flying.

“Fuck, a seal too? Goddamn bald donkey.” It got up and saw stars.

Feiyun came over to King Zhuanlun’s grave and saw a pit as well. This wasn’t surprising since he had met King Zhuanlun recently and refined him into a puppet.

“Oh? King Chujiang’s grave is intact.” Ximen Chuixiao remarked.

Feiyun activated his heavenly gaze in order to take a closer look at the grave. However, the yin energy within blinded his view.

He retreated away and became startled: “Get back now! He is still alive!”

“Rumble!” A loud explosion caused a radius of several hundred miles to shake violently. Even the tablet was on the verge of falling down.

It issued blinding radiance and hymns but the power in the grave was monstrous. The ground started cracking and a burst of nefarious laughter could be heard.

This affected all the graves nearby and the corpses seemed to be coming back alive.

“Shit, they’re being nourished by the faint reincarnation essence, they might actually come back.” The turtle said before running with the fruit and dragon.

Alas, a maelstrom sent them back right away.

“Stay dead!” Feiyun leaped into the air and stomped on the tablet of King Chujiang. He released a Buddhist power and harmonized with the existing runes on the tablet.

“Raa!” The ground cracked more with corpse energy escaping in an attempt to erase the suppressive runes.

It has been ten thousand years and these runes have weakened, unable to handle an evil cultivator of this level.

Feiyun’s expression soured and decided to maintain a safe distance. One second later, more cracks appeared and formed a spiderweb.

“Boom!” The tablet finally collapsed.

“Hahahahaha! Fo Canzi, you have trapped me for ten thousand years! Now, I shall eradicate Buddhism itself!”

The pit on the ground became increasingly larger, revealing an iron coffin still surrounded by Buddhist runes.

“Boom! Boom!” Loud bangs came from within, causing the runes to pulse.

Finally, the lid was pushed open and miasma was released, freezing everything nearby.

“I am free!” A dried corpse with a terrible stench lay in the coffin. Its gray energy scorched everything nearby.

“Boom!” Feiyun destroyed the ice trapping him and said: “What a chilling energy. Senior Chujiang, you are worthy of being one of the ten greatest cultivators of the Yin World.”

As for the turtle’s group, all of them have turned into ice sculptures.

The corpse turned toward Feiyun and opened its eyes. Its pupils have been eaten by something, only half was left.

“Little boy, how do you know me?” The corpse spoke.

“I am an acquaintance of Senior Yama and Senior Zhuanlun, so I know of you as well.” Feiyun said with a smile.

“Is that so?” The corpse remained cautious.

Feiyun nodded and said: “You are well-known across the dynasties. There’s something I don’t understand, why are you still laying there when the seals are gone?”

He did not attack right away because this corpse was no slouch. One misstep could result in death.

“Keke, what is your intention, brat?” The corpse constantly released chilling energy in an automatic cycle, far more terrifying than that of the previous winged serpent.

“I want to introduce you to two old friends.” Feiyun’s expression became serious before tossing two spatial stones into the air.

Hell Yama and Qilin Monarch appeared and immediately attacked the coffin.

“You’re too obvious, brat.” Ice manifested around the coffin as if floated up into the air.

It also shot a black beam at the qilin but couldn’t stop it. The creature lifted the coffin up with its gigantic hands and Hell Yama unleashed a flurry of punches.

“Boom!” The coffin got sent flying and smashed into the ground.

“Yama! Zhuanlun!” The corpse was surprised after recognizing the assailants.

“They are my puppets now.” Feiyun walked forward, ready for another offensive wave.