My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 682 - 582

Chapter 682: 582

He floated over to the demonic werewolf, feeding it the demon seed in the form of a special elixir. After the werewolf was completely infected, Wang Zijia tossed it into the abyss.

The grey mist surged momentarily, then returned to its original state.

This time was different from the past when he hadn’t noticed anything. Although Wang Zijia still couldn’t find any useful information in its chaotic sea of knowledge or sense the demon seeder, he felt something different.

"Did the thing that entered die immediately? Was it infected, and underwent a detrimental mutation, or did it just disappear upon entering?"

"And the fact that I can sense death means I should be able to transfer via the chaotic sea of knowledge, right?"

With a furrowed brow, he contemplated for a moment, then chose another monstrous tiger with fleshy wings on its back. After seeding it with the demon seed, Wang Zijiais didn’t just throw it in.

Instead, with a motion of his divine thought, the tiger’s body started to squirm, collapse, and quickly shrink, as if being squeezed by an invisible human skin.

In a moment, when the invisible human skin completely covered the tiger, another Wang Zijia appeared.

Without the deliberately left evil flesh wings, everyone would have a hard time distinguishing between the real and fake.

After successfully performing the skin demon body attachment, Wang Zijia did not just retreat into its chaotic sea of knowledge as before, in hopes of peering into its internal landscape through the other’s vision.

Instead, he separated a piece of his divine thought, residing in the skin demon avatar, controlled the body, and looked at his main body, then walked tensely into it.

Passing through the mist, Wang Zijia felt a moment of daze.

In the next moment, strong infection attacked.

Wang Zijia felt an odd familiarity.

’Is this... the strong scent of incense?’

Although it was the incense’s intriguing mist, it was somewhat similar to what his statues turned into, but it was also completely different.

There was the pollution of the mysterious mist and the noise of the worldly toxins of the incense.

This erosion was unusually rampant, like a storm.

"Ah..."

"Master Miao Dao, please save your disciple!"

"God, please open your eyes!"

With the invasion, it seemed like countless people were screaming in his mind, roaring, wailing, praying. Despite Wang Zijia’s strong mind, he still succumbed to confusion.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia was well-prepared. The Skin Demon Red Copper Weight surfaced, quickly exchanging the incoming infection.

But the noise within his mind didn’t fade.

Because apart from the noise of being polluted by the incense’s intriguing mist, there was also constant external noise.

A huge amount of garbage information filled his mind. Wang Zijia couldn’t process it, as if billions of people were forcibly crammed inside his mind, incessantly roaring, wailing, and praying.

"Value: +3087!"

"Value: +1242!"

...

In the process, the mysterious mist that failed to invade and pollute him instantly seemed to intensify the invasion.

The next moment, he was enveloped by surging fog, constantly penetrating his body like mercury.

"Immortal Venerate! Spare me, Immortal Venerate!"

"Master Miao Dao, save my child!"

"God, what is happening!"

"..."

As the infection intensified, the various noises crowding into his brain became even more overcrowded. The Skin Demon was okay, but this strand of divine thought was almost unbearable.

"Wave!"

In the next moment, his divine thought was scattered by countless other thoughts.

Wang Zijia, with fleshy wings on his back, trembled for a moment. A human skin quickly detached from the tiger demon and burrowed into his chaotic sea of ​​knowledge, disappearing without a trace.

Those infections seemed to have found their rightful place, they directly went to pollute the tiger demon, completed the mutation instantly, and disappeared without a trace.

...

In the outside world, Wang Zijia suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hmm!"

A subtle grunt escaped his lips while his momentum fluctuated momentarily, clearly at a slight disadvantage.

"Immortal Venerate!"

"Master!"

"Master, are you okay?"

The crowd sensed something and anxiously asked in unison.

Wang Zijia waved his hand and said, "It’s nothing serious, just a strand of divine thought that was scattered."

Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"Shall we continue exploring? Shouldn’t we wait for the Immortals from our sect after establishing the boundary?" Mo Yunzi suggested.

Although no one knew Wang Zijia’s cultivation level, everyone still had a rough guess that Wang Zijia was at most crossing tribulation, he couldn’t possibly be a monk in the Immortal Three Realms.

Wang Zijia: "..."

A True Immortal? That’s an audacious goal!

Wang Zijia waved his hand, saying: "Useless, the energy level here is set, it doesn’t matter who comes, it’s the same. Under equal conditions, in the entire Wanyu, no one is stronger than me."

His tone was indifferent, but it was an absolute self-confidence.

The others were slightly chilled at heart, but also delighted.

The stronger Wang Zijia was, the better it would be for them once they ascended.

After all, no matter how they calculated it, they should all belong to the Jade Talisman Pulse.

During these past days, preparations for integration also adhered to the Jade Talisman Pulse.

"Moreover ... I seem to have figured this thing out!"

As long as his sense of being able to escape in an emergency was accurate, for Wang Zijia, the door to this forbidden area had been slowly opened!

Ignoring the varied expressions of the crowd, Wang Zijia once again arrived in front of a fierce beast and repeated his trick.

Demon Seeding, Skin Demon possession.

But this time, what entered into its body was not the divine thought, but Wang Zijia’s Infant God.

With everything ready, Wang Zijia, looking a bit tense, walked through the grey mist again, stepping into seemingly undefended territory.

Another moment of daze, and he felt that familiar, violent infection again.

The strong scent of incense was intertwined with endless madness and deceit, like a mysterious fog. However, compared to the simple infection created by the statues’ fog, this fog possessed a madly poisonous quality due to the incense.

"Value +5876!"

"..."

As the pollution was constantly being converted, a kind of chaotic and other-dimensional mental pollution filled Wang Zijia’s mind.

It was as if countless people were roaring in his head.

However, Wang Zijia, who had prepared beforehand and used a calming spell on himself, was quite calm at the moment.

Even though he didn’t have time to examine his surroundings or sense what was happening outside, he wasn’t exhausted like the first time.

His mind was still in chaos, but Wang Zijia’s heart was as still as death, with no emotional fluctuation. The intensifying infection was turned by him into massive resources.

However, Wang Zijia went on high alert, ready to retreat at any moment.

To him, the pollution was resources. But all monks had their threshold for tolerating pollution, and he was no exception.

If, in an instant, the pollution reached his limit, he wouldn’t have the chance to convert it.

"Value +50 million!"

Dao Cultivation: One thousand years (410 million/500 million)

About a quarter of an hour later, when the infection hit a certain threshold, it simply disappeared without leaving any traces.

Perhaps it was.

Sinner: A fool has come again, so delicious!

Sinner: This bone is rather hard!

Sinner: Damn it, it’s too tough to bite!

Sinner: This isn’t something edible!

The pollution cursed and walked away, leaving a contemptuous look behind.

...

With the pollution no longer invading, the noise in Wang Zijia’s head began to subside.

No longer filled to the brim with all sorts of things every second, although it still felt noisy, he had freed up the energy to inspect his surroundings.

The moment his senses returned, Wang Zijia shuddered.

Slimy, crowded, cold, noisy.

The strange sensation almost made Wang Zijia’s hair stand on end.

The pitch-black world was like the deepest part of hell, with countless icy corpses or resentful spirits crowded together.

He was as if he was in a flesh ball of ghosts, jostling with everyone else!

They were howling, screaming, praying, seemingly stuck in an eternal cycle of non-redemption.

At the same time, countless hands were dragging Wang Zijia towards the pitch-black endless abyss.

"What the hell is this thing!"

A somewhat flustered Wang Zijia activated his mana. He opened a small space with his shield.

"Roar!"

In the next moment, the entire pile of ghosts began to riot.

The ghost pile, which originally ignored Wang Zijia as if he were a similar ghost, charged straight at him.

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