The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 348 - 238 Hatred Entity

Chapter 348: Chapter 238 Hatred Entity

[The coffin contained no "person," only a stream of Chaos Essence Qi and the fragments of the Tao Rules of three Quasi-Immortals, as well as the evil spirit formed by their combined unresolved hatred.]

Zhou Yuan’s heart stirred, fragments of the Tao Rules of three Quasi-Immortals!

Equivalent to... three paths to Divine Enthronement!

Ye Wushuang stared at the coffin for a long while, then nodded slightly: "Open the coffin."

"Wait, the evil spirit formed by the combined hatred of the three Quasi-Immortals is also in the coffin," Zhou Yuan reminded.

In fact, ever since they entered the Immortal Palace, the mental pollution that had been echoing in their ears had vanished. If it weren’t for the Eyes of Identification’s reminder, they might have overlooked that the source of the towering hatred was right in front of them.

"I perceived it, no need to worry, you can handle it," Ye Wushuang said in a calm tone.

[Indeed.]

All right then... Zhou Yuan subsequently activated the dark matter and slowly pushed the coffin lid open.

Rumble!

A vast stream of Chaos Qi surged out, like a suspended Milky Way, rolling and rising, completely engulfing the great hall.

Chaos mist flowed, hazy and indistinct, studded with glowing stars, brimming with primordial aura, as ancient and primal as the formation of the universe.

The chaos churned, stars rising and falling, a figure in white robes appeared with its back to the three, flickering intermittently.

Zhou Yuan and Jiang Wuming tensed up, their hearts quaking, as this figure manifesting from the chaos mist seemed real, like a living person, yet they couldn’t perceive any breath from it.

"Sigh..."

The figure let out a sigh, filled with helplessness and melancholy, an endless sense of desolation.

The sound spanned millennia, exploding in their ears, and in that moment, many blurry images flashed before their eyes.

In the late ancient era of the Warring States, battles raged endlessly, countless heroes and geniuses fell, how much glory, how much splendor, all faded into dust.

But a very few achieved the opportunity to become immortals, like the third Quasi-Immortal here, Chen Heng.

He was a prodigy of the human race, with an extremely rare special constitution, the Primordial Spirit Holy Body. Innately close to the Tao and in harmony with the laws, his cultivation progressed rapidly, reaching the Quasi-Immortal stage in just eight hundred years, amazing the world.

Later, during a fierce battle between Heaven and Earth, he was severely wounded and on the brink of death when he unexpectedly found this place. He then set up a grand formation, gathering yin and yang, preparing for a final desperate struggle.

A long time ago, after Ye Wushuang ascended to the Quasi-Immortal stage, she had publicly lectured for three days, resolving people’s doubts and discussing the way of cultivation. In the end, she generously shared the true secret of the Primordial Yin-Yang Body, allowing some to watch and discuss the way of becoming an immortal, among them Chen Heng.

After Ye Wushuang fell silent, Chen Heng accidentally found her weapon in a broken ancient battlefield, which was also this Immortal Palace. He wanted to return the Immortal Palace, but didn’t get the chance before encountering a fierce battle between Heaven and Earth, almost perishing himself.

Thus, he decided to take a final desperate gamble, attempting to emulate Ye Wushuang, using the yin and yang forces of this place to cultivate the Primordial Yin-Yang Body, seeking life in death, recreating the beginning of Heaven and Earth, transforming himself into a Chaos Body and living a new life.

Unfortunately, he failed, unable to grasp the opportunity to become immortal. In the end, he dissolved into the Dao within the coffin, becoming a stream of Chaos Essence Qi.

Chaos surged like waves, and as it churned, Chen Heng’s figure shattered, completely disappearing.

Then, an extreme surge of immense hatred, like the eruption of ten thousand volcanoes, gushed out from the coffin.

"Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!"

The evil spirit formed by the unresolved obsessions of the three Quasi-Immortals manifested, its icy, demonic voice overlapping like the wails of thousands of fierce ghosts, filled with resentment and fury.

It was a bizarre figure, constantly shifting its form, sometimes human, sometimes a divine phoenix, sometimes a qilin. Each form bore vicious, resentful expressions, full of hate and rancor, radiating boiling malice, like a devil that had crawled out from the depths of hell!

"Take this!"

A golden staff struck down from above, passing through the body of the hatred entity as if hitting nothing but air.

Immune to physical attacks?

Zhou Yuan immediately swapped his weapon for the Daybreak Shield, unleashing endless heavenly light!

Brilliant and dazzling, the intense light erupted from the shield, majestic like the sun.

In an instant, the ocean of malice was torn apart, the endless radiant light filled every inch of space, blue smoke rose from the hatred entity’s body.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort made them feel as if they fell into an icy cavern, as if a heavy hammer smashed into Zhou Yuan’s mind, the multiple mental barriers he had prearranged shattered one by one, until only one remained, teetering on the edge.

Suddenly, a blazing sun’s phantom rose, enveloping the three, Zhou Yuan had activated the Daybreak Shield’s blazing sun protection.

Bang!

The blazing sun shield was fiercely impacted, an eerie figure was flung away, it was the hatred entity that launched the attack, its whole body rotting from the high temperature, scorch marks glowing and spreading across its body.

Essentially, this was a special kind of fierce ghost, most vulnerable to pure yang power, which was its ultimate counter.

It was also fortunate that this hatred entity formed after death didn’t possess the divine skills it had in life, otherwise, this evil spirit would truly be invincible, immune even to the most feared pure yang power, with no one able to subdue it.

Zhou Yuan increased the infusion of spirituality, fully activating the endless heavenly light.

The blazing light erupted like the sun, the hatred entity’s figure became extremely dim and illusory, almost transparent. It howled in pain, resorting to some secret technique.

"I am not resigned! I don’t want to die like this!"

"My former self, do you really want to disappear like this? This life has a chance to become immortal, lend me your Dao fruit to survive this calamity!"

Boom!

The Chaos Essence Qi that filled the hall went into a frenzy, faintly forming three phantoms, a terrifying pressure began to emerge.

Zhou Yuan felt highly uneasy, immediately activating the Primordial Yin-Yang Body, summoning the yang body, condensing thirty-two pale suns, firing them at the hatred entity like a shotgun blast, purifying it to ashes.

Then, a deafening explosion sounded, a terrifying light burst forth, filling the entire space. The thirty-two suns all exploded, utterly annihilating the hatred entity.

The Chaos Essence Qi exploded, the three Quasi-Immortals’ phantoms dissipated without manifesting.

"Phew, it’s over," Zhou Yuan exhaled. Luckily they didn’t let the hatred entity complete its technique, otherwise, it would have been trouble.

"No need to worry, even if the phantoms of their past lives were summoned, it would still perish, those who become Quasi-Immortals all have great resolve, they wouldn’t allow their evil thoughts to wreak havoc on the world," Ye Wushuang said calmly.

As the hatred entity perished, three beams of light suddenly ignited within the coffin.

One was pitch black and icy, one was bright and blazing, and one was gentle as jade.

Fragments of the Tao Rules of the three Quasi-Immortals!

The divine mark on Zhou Yuan’s left hand heated up, like a starving child, urgently transmitting a signal of hunger.

"Go on, your luck is truly remarkable," Ye Wushuang once again marveled at Zhou Yuan’s fortune.

"Saint Heir, can I still join the Holy Crow Church now?"

Jiang Wuming looked on enviously, Zhou Yuan’s luck was indeed extraordinary, on second thought, crows seemed like omens of good fortune too!