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Chapter 646 - 555: Trimming meat to feed ghosts, calcinating bones into utensil, in order to cross tribulation

Chapter 646: Chapter 555: Trimming meat to feed ghosts, calcinating bones into utensil, in order to cross tribulation

Wang Zijia furrowed his brows, fell silent for a moment, then said, "So the altar is the key?"

Xuanming nodded, then stubbornly added, "Indeed, I have come seeking someone. It appears the elder inside the gate disappeared here and is likely still alive."

Wang Zijia didn’t bother addressing him.

You strode up to the altar for a closer look, then said, "A world control array?"

Xuanming shook his head and said, "To be precise, it is an entrance pulled from an unknown secret realm, and it’s one-way, we don’t know where the exit is."

Wang Zijia understood. If it weren’t for this fact, he should have entered a couple of days ago.

"So, what’s next? How about you start breaking the array in the control room, and I simultaneously try to forcibly open the entrance and establish a two-way passage? Then explore from there?"

The two stared silently at the array for a moment, then Xuanming added:

"The one-way nature of this altar-like entrance is somewhat unpredictable."

Wang Zijia did not respond. He checked the altar closely, confirmed its function, then oddly glanced at Xuanming. He nonchalantly threw out several bodies, baffling Xuanming.

The sight stumped Xuanming. It was nottht unusual for one to carry a person around, but an entire pile of demon-transformed corpses saturated with pollution? What was this about?

The Profound Sect Orthodox School of the Spirit Suppressing Realm was really peculiar, huh?

While Xuanming was dumbstruck, Wang Zijia tossed the bodies onto the altar.

Just as the disciples feeding the human pill had done before, he stimulated the altar.

Seeing this, Xuanming quietly retreated a little.

Instead of retreating, Wang Zijia advanced. He pounced on a corpse, his body splitting open along the midline of his face, transforming into human skin, which he wrapped around the corpse. He disappeared inside the corpse in the blink of an eye.

Xuanming watched, dumbfounded.

If it weren’t for the fact that Wang Zijia had just used the purest Liangyi Primordial Magnetism Sword, and there was no sign of any wrongdoing on his part, Xuanming would have thought the person in front of him was a demon cultivator.

While he was still stunned, the altar had already started and, with a flicker of light, Wang Zijia disappeared.

Xuanming’s complexion changed slightly, and he swiftly jumped onto the altar, but it was of no use.

His face quickly changing, he grit his teeth and bolted outside the forbidden area. He didn’t have a corpse with him!

Nor did he have any refined Human Pill treasure pills.

For him, a disciple of the Shangqing Sword Sect, carrying those things would be questionable!

After killing the demon cultivators, he found that all of them turned into ash!

Not only was the altar a one-way entrance, but it also required a corpse to open. Based on the information of the disciples who had sent the human pills, it was like a feeding slot, making him afraid to act rashly.

But now that Wang Zijia had entered, he no longer had time to grope around slowly.

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Wang Zijia, in the form of human skin, hid within the corpse. After a moment’s daze, he felt the flow of space.

It wasn’t intense, seemingly not a mini-world but a sub-space.

The Infant God hidden in the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge could also clearly sense the situation outside.

Only when he confirmed the premise of being able to escape at any moment did Wang Zijia let go of the Skin Demon, prepared to disperse at any time, and the Infant God retreated again.

The Skin Demon left the corpse, stealthily floated in the air, and began to observe the surroundings.

The space was not large, much smaller than the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain, only about tens of miles in diameter, and he could see everything at a glance.

The dark sky was like a profound starry sky. There {wasn’t a single speckle of starlight} though, just pitch black.

On the blood-colored, shattered earth, blood water rolled like half-coagulated molten rock. The strong smell of blood indicated that it should be blood.

Yet this molten-rock-like blood water rolled, waves of heat surging from within.

The entire earth was full of cracks.

Looking down from the sky, it was clear that it formed an irregular triangular shape.

It seemed that the whole space was a strange world that had been shattered, and now only a small piece remained.

In the center of the space, there were five small mountains, or rather, mounds of dirt.

The corpse he was hiding in was falling from the sky, attracted to them. The pull wasn’t very strong.

Probably because what Wang Zijia had thrown in was not a Human Pill treasure pill or some top-grade Furnace Ding, but a heavily polluted corpse.

As he neared, Wang Zijia realized.

Those weren’t mountains or mounds of dirt at all. They were five bloated, writhing flesh mountains.

The massive flesh writhed, numerous faces, hands, and feet struggling on it.

On top of the flesh mountain, a gigantic skull, full of writhing fat and various faces, vaguely retained its original shape despite everything.

Pointed ears, ghost eyes, sparse hair, a ghost mouth with sharp shark-like teeth reaching the roots of its ears.

Wang Zijia couldn’t be more familiar with this image.

The initial image of the five lively beings inside him. Weren’t they exactly this?

These five flesh mountains, they were actually five deformed Ghost Babies!

Although compared to the original Ghost Baby form, the five flesh mountains below were far more grotesque and mountainous.

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The five meat mountains formed quite the pentagon, guarding the valley at the center, where there was a gigantic altar.

Made from bone as the base, blood talismans for the skeletons, spiritual light for the offering.

Wang Zijia was all too familiar with this. The only difference was that this bone altar was more advanced and different from what Wang Zijia made, but the basic framework was the same.

In the middle of the altar, there was a Daoist, well, a pile of deep white bones sitting on it.

The altar was constantly operating, and it looked like he was refining himself?

"Is this... performing self-surgery?"

Wang Zijia, on seeing this situation, found it more familiar, he had done this too!

But he wasn’t as brutal as this guy!

In contrast to Wang Zijia’s skin peeling and tool making, this guy actually stripped the bones to feed the Five Ghosts with his flesh, turning his bones into death instruments.

Attempting to cast the Three Calamities and forging the body, refining the Five Tribulations into Ghosts.

Undergoing the three transformations of Essence, Qi, and Spirit to achieve Dao, eventually integrating Essence, Qi, and Spirit into triple flowers, and finally completing the Triple Flowers Gathering, reaching the state of a Tribulation Crossing Big Shot of the legends.

However, from the looks of things, this guy was certainly brutal, but he might have lacked the ’capability’ or perhaps a bit unlucky, and apparently, he failed.

However, he did not fail completely.

The separation of the flesh and bone was successful, but it got stuck during the nurturing of the ghosts.

Resulting in the Five Ghosts transforming into giant meat mountains, continuously mutating, unable to return to their skeletal frames, unable to cultivate into demonic bodies of wicked ghosts, and smelt into the flower of Spirit, to further achieve the last of the Three Flowers, and thus proceeds to cross the Tribulation.

From the looks of it now, the guy was likely trying to refine slowly using Immortal Treasure human pills.

To eliminate the accidental evolution of the Five Ghosts’ consciousness, to completely abandon the Five Ghosts and to use their corpses as flesh and blood, to integrate them into a ghost body.

To create a Dao consistency like the Ghost Baby and flesh and blood, and to forcefully advance into the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Apart from these, there was a black stone bamboo house not too far from the altar, which seemed to be the previous dwelling of the skeleton Daoist.

At the same time, the five ghosts within his body were becoming restless.

"Boss, there’s good food!"

"Smells so good, boss!"

"Boss, boss, let us out!"

"Boss, boss, we want to eat that!"

"Boss, if you let us eat that, we’ll let you do whatever you want to do with your altar in the basement, without crying or making noise!"

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Guided by the noisy five ghosts, Wang Zijia then noticed that there were five black skull bones, the size of a fist, embedded on the mutated heads of the five giant meat mountains.

It emitted a ghostly and barbaric aura, obviously not an ordinary object just by looking at it.

It seemed like an Immortal Treasure?

No, it appeared more like the bone remains of a ghost god or the bone remains of the Five Ghosts from a cultivator in ancient times, or it could be something related.

Its special aura was picked up by the Five Ghosts, which made them restless.

If they weren’t deeply fearful of Wang Zijia to their bones, and had gained a wisdom they shouldn’t have had, they would have probably rebelled and charged down by now.

Wang Zijia suppressed the restlessness of the ghosts within him, concealing his form, while his face turned serious as he floated in mid-air.

Because at that moment, the skeleton below was motionless, but he could clearly sense a force, somewhere between heaven and earth, locking onto him.

The moment he separated from the corpse, he was discovered.

Just like his Duobao World, though there wasn’t any world power, but with the help of a magic treasure like the Heavenly Dao Jade Disc or the False Dao Genuine Talisman, it was not difficult to find a Duobao World crawling with bugs.

Even Wang Zijia, with his current capabilities, was unable to stay hidden.

"I wonder which Fellow Daoist has paid a visit, why not show yourself?" After a moment of silence, a hoarse and old voice came from the skeleton frame below.

With his words, the skeleton frame rotated its skull, its hollow eye sockets staring straight to where Wang Zijia was hiding.

At the same time, Wang Zijia could distinctly sense an unusual gaze scanning around him.

Though he couldn’t see him clearly, but he had definitely sensed him, there was no doubt about this.

The size of the area he hid was so small that even if he couldn’t be seen, an extra object had been forcefully stuffed in, and could be sensed.

After all, space-time was concealed and was not exactly in a different time and space, at least not currently.

Within a split second, Wang Zijia thought quickly and made a decision.

The next moment, paper exploded from Wang Zijia’s sleeve, and he transformed into a human skin, putting it on himself, controlling it all.

He revealed himself, in a very beautiful but overly feminine appearance that made it hard to differentiate gender.

"Disciple of the Sect Wu’you, greeting the old Patriarch!"

Even with just a hint, anyone could guess that this person was likely the old patriarch of the Burial Spirit Sect who had disappeared for over a thousand years: Gu An!

"Turns out to be a junior from the sect, how did you find your way into my peaceful cultivation place!"

The voice came from the skeleton frame Gu An, the weird noise from the bones clashing when opening and closing the jaw made the hoarse voice sound strange.

"Disciple entered the forbidden area for closed-door cultivation, and noticed someone intruding halfway. In the chase, accidentally invaded this place. I did not mean to disturb old Patriarch’s cultivation, Disciple deserves to die!" Wang Zijia earnestly answered.

"No worries, I cannot complete my cultivation any time soon. It’s been a while since I last saw a junior, why not come down for a chat?" The skeleton frame, Gu An, spoke with a smile.

"This·····" Wang Zijia showed a hesitant expression and said, "The disciple can only wish!"

With these words, Wang Zijia cautiously flew downwards.