Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 742 - 338: Still Young_1

Just then, a bird’s cry rang out, and a fiery red figure appeared in the sky. Fat Cat exclaimed, "The Phoenix Clan’s ancient patriarch, Hongran Daoist?"

Then, a vast shadow approached from the distance, and Fat Cat shivered, "The Kunpeng Patriarch?"

More figures were gathering!

In the end, over twenty figures had the entire courtyard so surrounded that water could not escape!

Not to mention standing, at this moment, Fat Cat lay cowering in the courtyard, trembling incessantly under that terrifying presence, his soul quivering non-stop.

At that moment, a hand gently caressed Fat Cat’s head, and in that instant, Fat Cat felt an immense sense of security and comfortably closed his eyes.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here," Nan Wuzui said.

Right then and there, Fat Cat had no thoughts of playfulness left. He knew that even Nan Wuzui, the powerful Martial Immortal, couldn’t possibly stop so many by himself!

Moreover, judging by what Nan Wuzui was doing—teaching, resolving doubts, and covering the retreat—it was clear he was preparing for the worst!

Fat Cat choked out, "Senior, you can’t stop them, so maybe... let’s just forget it. Where there’s life, there’s hope."

Nan Wuzui looked up at the terrifying existences in the sky and sighed, "There were some things I didn’t finish saying before. This place is Black Mirror, as well as a plantation. The mighty ones between Heaven and Earth are constantly killing their three corpses, which contain their dark parts. They either abandon them or suppress them. But whether they abandon or suppress, they ultimately converge into Black Mirror. The land within Black Mirror does not grow living creatures; what grows here are their three corpses manifested from the qi of the three corpses!

That is their dark side!

These dark sides possess all the memories of those people at the moment they killed their three corpses. They understand the Heavenly Dao and, as they grow within Black Mirror, they absorb the power of the world of Black Mirror, rapidly maturing.

When they come out from the land, it means that they have reached the peak state they were in when they killed their three corpses!"

Speaking of which, Nan Wuzui pointed at the terrifying beings and said, "However, Black Mirror both completed and limited them. If they want to leave Black Mirror, the rules of the outside world will reject them. If they want to integrate into the Main Realm, they have to deceive the Heavenly Dao, convincing it they are beings from the Main Realm... And the way to deceive Heaven is to condense blood clothes from the blood of all beings to wear on themselves, thus avoiding the laws of Heaven. Furthermore, by utilizing the blood of all beings, they refine themselves—given enough time, enough blood, enough souls, and enough resentment, they could be reborn, truly becoming beings recognized by the Heavenly Dao of the Main Realm."

Fat Cat’s heart trembled upon hearing this. If what Nan Wuzui said was true, once these terrible creatures got out, it would be a bloodbath!

All clans of Heaven and Earth might face the catastrophe of extinction!

Fat Cat asked, "How much blood of beings, souls, and resentment is needed to make one blood garment?"

Nan Wuzui replied, "The stronger they are, the more blood of beings, souls, and resentment they need. If these guys get out, the slaughter of myriad realms would be just enough."

Upon hearing this, Fat Cat’s hairs stood on end, and he said, "Senior, let’s run. Can’t we gather a group of reinforcements to fight them once we’re outside?"

Nan Wuzui shook his head and said, "I am a guardian. I owe Haotian a life, and I have promised to guard Black Mirror—I will never break my word. Besides, they will not let me go..."

"Are you done talking?" the Taiyin Star Monarch said coldly.

"As the Tathagata wishes, fellow Daoist, it’s time to hit the road." The Tathagata Buddha, whose skin was dark, chanted a Buddhist name, but it wasn’t Amitabha. Instead, it was his own name, and his voice was not the broad and sonorous one might expect, but eerie, like that of a Nine You Demon.

Sighing, Nan Wuzui set down the teacup and slowly stood up, starting to fight as he said, "You ask who I am?

Truthfully, I’ve long forgotten who I am.

This name is one I chose later...

I only remember that, once upon a time, for the sake of love, I flew into a rage, smashed the Southern Gate, tore down the Lingxiao Hall, went down to the Jiuyin Netherworld...

Wherever my spear pointed, no one could stop my advance."

Later, I realized I was wrong...

With a heart seeking redemption, I set aside my killing intent and came here.

If you had just honestly remained buried in the ground, I wouldn’t have cared about your life or death.

But you still came out...

Is it that I’ve not held a gun for too long, or do you really think I’ve grown old?"

As he spoke, Nan Wuzui slowly straightened his back, standing tall and firm on the earth like a javelin!

Then, to Fat Cat’s amazement, the old man’s withered skin instantly plumped up, the wrinkles vanished, and his graying hair became a cascade of black waterfalls after a gust of wind!

The waterfall of hair fell to the ground, and when they looked at the old man again, he had transformed into a young man with sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes, and a face as sharp as if carved by a knife!

Crack!

The young man’s tattered clothes shattered, and he was instantly clad in a suit of silvery-white armor, with a large red cape billowing in the wind, and a long spear tearing through the sky descending from above!

Wherever the spear passed, all made way, and no one dared to stand in its path!

Bang!

The long spear fell into the youth’s hand, who then stood tall and proud, his demeanor as heroic as when he had charged through the Southern Gate on a white horse, his spirit towering and overwhelming!

With the spear slowly lifting, Nan Wuzui enunciated each word, "Who wants to die first?"

"Senior, you’re really cool," Fat Cat couldn’t help saying.

Nan Wuzui ignored him, stomped his foot with a thunderous roar, and soared into the sky, the long spear pointing directly at the Black Tathagata above!

The Black Tathagata’s palm descended!

With a deafening boom, the arm of the Tathagata, as tall as a six-story building, exploded to pieces!

Seizing the moment, Nan Wuzui rushed to the Black Tathagata and swept his long spear!

Boom!

A head was flung into the air and shattered!

Instant kill!

"As the Tathagata wishes!" Far away, a monk spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and staggered back two steps.

It turned out that Nan Wuzui’s instant kill was nothing more than his opponent’s golden body manifestation, not the true person.

Emperor Ziwei, holding the magic mirror, advanced to attack, but with a flick of Nan Wuzui’s spear, it smashed through Emperor Ziwei’s Seven Fragrance Carriage and half his torso, followed by a Dragon Tail sweep that whisked away Emperor Gouchen!

For a moment, Nan Wuzui was unstoppable, and no one could match him!

"Attack together!" someone shouted abruptly, and the others who had stood by without acting all struck at once, and countless magics bombarded Nan Wuzui all at once!

But Nan Wuzui paid no heed, rather pulling out his liquor gourd, tilting his head back for a gulp of strong alcohol, and laughing wildly with his hair flying, "Hahaha... exhilarating! Come at me, all of you! Today, I shall cleanse the sins of my past with your blood!"

The next moment, Nan Wuzui was engulfed by innumerable magics.