Chapter 斷指版滴血重生？ Rebirth from a Severed Finger?

Sa Wuling's heart skipped a beat as he watched this scene, remembering the 'Hand Master's' talk of rebirth from a drop of blood.

How similar was this scene to what he had described?

Even seeing it with his own eyes, he still found it somewhat unbelievable. What kind of power was this?

Lord Seventh Bai!

The ghost flames in Yan Xiake's eye sockets flickered wildly, his heart in turmoil.

This was Lord Seventh Bai!

To most people nowadays, this was a legendary figure!

Legend has it that this Lord Seventh Bai was the most ferocious figure under the command of the Underworld Monarch in ancient times, with an unparalleled bloodlust. Even after countless years, there were still countless legends about him.

Whoosh, whoosh...

Pale white flames rolled in, swirling around the figure formed from the severed finger.

In a flash, a youth in white robes and a white cap, his complexion even whiter than his clothes, stepped out of the flames and landed on the mountain peak.

Everything about him was white, even the long strands of hair that fell over his shoulders were devoid of any black.

The only black on his entire body was his pair of pupils, which seemed to contain a sea of stars.

Whoosh, whoosh...

A hurricane howled in the sky, but was kept at bay by the swirling pale flames, unable to pour in.

"The aura of the human world..."

Xie Qi stood tall, his simple ancient costume from over a thousand years ago not swaying in the slightest. He took a deep breath, looked at Qin Wuyi, and his gaze settled on his missing feet.

He sighed softly, "Little Ninth, it has been hard for you to remain in the human world alone for so many years..."

"Seventh Brother..."

Hearing the person calling out, Qin Wuyi's body trembled, and his heart stirred with excitement. "Sixteen hundred years, Seventh Brother, I've finally seen you again."

The Underworld had been isolated for over a thousand years, which could not be considered a short time for anyone.

"It's a pity your Eighth Brother couldn't come..."

A hint of melancholy crossed Xie Qi's face.

"Eighth Brother, he..."

Qin Wuyi's heart trembled.

He did not know what exactly had happened over a thousand years ago. He only knew that after that day, the Monarch, Second Brother, and others had all disappeared without a trace. Seventh Brother had come to warn him, dragging his exhausted body.

Then he could no longer be contacted, until now.

The hidden secrets within were likely even more terrifying than he imagined.

"He won't die for the time being."

Xie Qi shook his head, not saying much else, and shifted his gaze, "Friend An, time is short, come out and let's talk."

Teacher?

Sa Wuling had just stood up when he heard this and was slightly taken aback.

He turned his head to see An Qisheng, dressed in a white Daoist robe, slowly walking out of the void.

"Lord Seventh Xie, we meet again."

An Qisheng cupped his fist slightly, "I have not failed in what I was entrusted with."

He carefully examined Xie Qi. Compared to when he had borrowed a body to manifest, although this was not his true form either, it was already completely different.

At this time, beneath Xie Qi's peaceful exterior, lay an unimaginable ferocity, which even moved him slightly.

"Friend An is too kind."

Xie Qi nodded slightly, his expression softening.

Watching Xie Qi's change in expression, Qin Wuyi was slightly startled.

Although his Seventh Brother never relied on his power to bully others when talking to people, he was arrogant and looked down on everyone except for his brothers. But at this time, he could feel that his Seventh Brother truly regarded this Daoist An with respect.

"Thank you, Daoist An, for your help this time."

Qin Wuyi cupped his fist and bowed.

"Old City God, you don't need to be so polite."

An Qisheng did not accept the bow, shaking his head and saying, "I helped this time partly because of Lord Seventh Xie's request, and partly because I wanted to help myself."

"Thanking back and forth is too boring."

Qin Wuyi wanted to say something, but Xie Qi waved his hand, "I don't have much time, you all should stop talking for now..."

Rumble~

A series of loud noises echoed from the depths of the starry sky, shaking the hearts of those who heard them, as if the sky were collapsing and the stars exploding.

The few people's hearts trembled, knowing that time was indeed running out.

The longer Xie Qi appeared, the greater the coercion from beyond the heavens became. The so-called 'Heavenly Punishment' would only become more ferocious.

If it was as he said, with nine levels of Heavenly Punishment, it was only at the second level now.

But if it dragged on, he might not be able to resist it either. Otherwise, he would not have been trapped in the Underworld for over a thousand years.

"You have been targeted."

Xie Qi said calmly, his gaze still fixed on An Qisheng;

"The masses are like ants, and even the Yuanshen is only slightly larger, but being larger is already standing out. Your incompatibility with this world will not be hidden from Him for too long..."

Who is He?

Sa Wuling and Yan Xiake exchanged glances.

Qin Wuyi vaguely guessed something, but this possibility was too terrible, so terrible that even he dared not think about it at this time.

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking far into the depths of the starry sky. He could vaguely see the mourning stick submerged in the rolling thunderclouds, and said faintly:

"I know..."

He had faintly sensed it after he exerted all his strength in the battle in the Wanfa Altar in West Mountain and killed Daoist Tianyi.

Heaven was everywhere and reached everywhere. Unless he was willing to live in seclusion in the deep mountains for the rest of his life, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered.

He had thought very clearly about this point when he went down the mountain.

"From across the vault of heaven, His attention is drawn by the Underworld. If you don't act recklessly, there should be no problem for the time being."

Seeing that An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, Xie Qi was somewhat approving, but also gave a warning:

"Within a hundred years, do not take action again. I need Him to be dormant for the time being..."

He came here this time, first to see Qin Wuyi.

Secondly, it was to warn An Qisheng.

Heavenly Punishment was not something that anyone could trigger. At this time, apart from the Underworld, only An Qisheng could possibly trigger Heavenly Punishment.

"Underworld Monarch Ritual?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and thoughts arose in his mind.

No one in the world knew when the Underworld Monarch Ritual would begin, but he could guess that if nothing changed, Xie Qi would hold the Underworld Monarch Ritual in over ninety years.

That was also when Xie Qi would slaughter the world!

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng did not speak. Meeting Xie Qi's probing gaze, he nodded slightly:

"Alright."

With the collapse of the Tianyi Sect, Daqing was about to undergo a great change, but there was no need for him to take action.

The City Gods of the world used to be able to suppress demons and ghosts, but now they have been transformed into Mountain Gods and Land Gods, so naturally there was no problem.

It was also time for him to settle down a bit.

Since coming to this world, he had gained a great deal. At this time, in his sea of consciousness, there were still over one hundred and fifty spiritual imprints of Divine Power True Persons at the lowest.

Although he could now initially understand them, it would naturally take some time to completely digest them.

"In that case, very good."

Xie Qi withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Qin Wuyi:

"Little Ninth, you shouldn't have cultivated Second Brother's method..."

His expression was slightly dim.

Qin Wuyi's life was nearing its end. He had known this for a long time, but he was still somewhat saddened.

Of the old friends from back then, only Qin Wuyi was left.

Now that Qin Wuyi was about to die, how could he not be moved?

But Qin Wuyi was already a ghost, nearing the end of his road, due to the deficiencies of his Dao, and he was powerless to help.

Unless Qin Wuyi could cultivate his own Dao and step into their realm in one fell swoop, otherwise, his natural lifespan had reached its end, and it would be difficult to extend it.

But how easy was it to step into their realm?

Before the Underworld Monarch's sudden appearance, only those ten naturally powerful demon ghosts had reached this level in ten thousand years. This was a path even more difficult than ascension.

How easy was it to reside in the world and not die?

"Once the Dao is achieved, there is no regret. Even if I die on this path, I will have no regrets..."

Qin Wuyi looked at Xie Qi and sighed in dismay:

"Having seen Seventh Brother today, I have no regrets in my heart. It is also time to give it a try..."

After speaking, he also looked at An Qisheng.

He bowed deeply again:

"Daoist An, this bow is to thank you for seeking a way out for all the City Gods. It's a pity that Qin Wuyi's decaying body has nothing to thank you with..."

Whoosh~

As Qin Wuyi bowed, a pure yellow jade seal with purple tinges fluttered out from between his eyebrows and landed in front of An Qisheng.

Clatter~

An Qisheng took the jade seal, and a faint purple light suddenly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Qin Wuyi's origins were in ghost cultivation. His pure mental cultivation surpassed that of ordinary Yuanshen True Persons. Without fighting, he could not passively collect his mental imprint.

But at this time, Qin Wuyi's mental imprint had already begun to be collected.

"This is..."

An Qisheng held the jade seal and his heart stirred.

"This is the seal of the Capital City God. It does not have the power to command all the City Gods in the world, but it represents me, Qin Wuyi. Perhaps it will be of some help..."

Qin Wuyi slowly stood up and said softly:

"Having been the Capital City God for over a thousand years, there should be some people in the world who will give me some face."

"This gift is too much."

An Qisheng was slightly moved.

Qin Wuyi had been the Capital City God for nearly two thousand years, so his importance in the hearts of many City Gods was self-evident. With this jade seal, it would naturally be of great help for him to gather the City Gods of the world.

This jade seal was actually just two words, and that was 'trust'.

But these two words were what Qin Wuyi had built over a thousand years, so their preciousness was naturally self-evident.

"I only hope that the True Person will not fail the City Gods of the world... Among them, there are also many pitiful people."

Qin Wuyi's eyes contained a trace of emotion:

"If there are evildoers among them, the True Person should kill them, destroy them, behead them, and slaughter them."

An Qisheng held the jade seal and cupped his fist:

"I will certainly live up to the great trust."

His original idea of gathering the City Gods of the world was just that it was neither necessary nor unnecessary. If they were willing, then so be it. If they were unwilling, then let them live and die on their own.

But holding

"There's not much time left..."

Hearing the increasingly loud roar from the depths of the starry sky, Xie Qi's expression turned solemn. He stretched out his hands and placed them on Qin Wuyi's shoulders:

"Seventh Brother will help you with all his strength. Whether you succeed or not depends on your good fortune..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Qi burst out with rays of pale white divine light. His mana was like a flood that had been unleashed, and without allowing Qin Wuyi to refuse, it had already surged into his body.

Qin Wuyi's body shook, and a great light also burst out from his body. A light as thick as the earth filled this world at once.

At the same time, Xie Qi's body slowly dissipated in the light.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng lifted Sa Wuling with one hand and pulled Yan Xiake with the other. With a move of his body, he had already retreated several miles and landed on a desolate mountain.

"Seventh Brother..."

Qin Wuyi sat cross-legged, placing his hands on his empty sleeves. Looking at Xie Qi, who was gradually dissipating in the light, he sighed softly:

"There is one thing you were wrong about. What I cultivate is Second Brother's method, but what I achieve is my own Dao!"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but he knew that Xie Qi must be able to hear it.

And he must be able to see it!

As his voice echoed, Qin Wuyi slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz~!

As he closed his eyes, the divine light that burst out from his body suddenly increased tenfold, a hundredfold, and burst out at once, as if it wanted to fill the heavens and the earth!

For a time, the world was a piece of earth yellow, and no other colors could be seen.

Rumble!

Divine light like a tide crashed in all directions, rushing back and forth.

Qin Wuyi sat with his eyes closed, his whole person seeming to melt into the divine light. But between the interwoven divine lights, it was as if a vast and boundless divine shadow had been formed.

"Old City God..."

On the desolate mountain, Yan Xiake's heart was filled with great sorrow.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

"Teacher, Old City God, he is..."

Sa Wuling's face showed unbearable emotion, as if he also understood something.

"Achieving the Dao and the Dao falling are only a line apart. I hope Fellow Daoist Qin can succeed..."

An Qisheng sighed a long breath.

The cultivation of the Huangtian world has a total of nine steps: nurturing Qi to receive the talisman, warming and nourishing to transform the natal, entering the Dao and then becoming real, transcending tribulation to transform the Yuanshen, ascending to the immortal world through ascension, also known as the nine heavens.

However, this is just a path summarized by predecessors, not a truth.

What can a universe bear, more than just a Yuanshen?

Therefore, in theory, the path of cultivation in the Huangtian world only has eight heavens. That ascension realm is just a title for those who are on their way to the 'Immortal World'.

It is not that the world cannot bear above the Yuanshen, but that the lifespan of the Yuanshen is not enough to allow them to continue climbing.

Therefore, they seek ascension, because it is said that the 'Immortal World' has true longevity, and even immortality!

But it is clear that there is a path to be taken above the Yuanshen.

The volume of a world can definitely bear a higher realm. For example, the Huangtian Ten Fiends, their name is Yuanshen realm, but in reality, they are far from being able to be countered by Yuanshen, or even ascending True Persons.

Another example is the Underworld Monarch.

How can he open an alien space in the void again? The Underworld clings to the heavens and the earth, its realm, is it still Yuanshen?

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, with the effect of that jade seal, Qin Wuyi's mental imprint had already begun to form.

From it, he obtained some secrets.

Yuanshen Four Layers.

Dharma Image, Purity, Destiny, Supreme Being.

This is the Underworld Monarch's interpretation of the Yuanshen. Relative to it, that True Person Tianyi, Monk Ruyi, are of the Dharma Image realm, and that Lord Xie Qi, Huangtian Ten Fiends, should be of the Destiny realm.

And at this time, what Qin Wuyi has to do is transform into Purity.

Succeed and live, fail and die, no one can intervene.

Rumble!

In the depths of the starry sea, the mourning stick went back and forth, smashing large swaths of thunderclouds, forcibly blocking the world it had severed from the outside.

In the distance, Qin Wuyi's huge dharma image stood between heaven and earth, the divine light flowing from his body rushing in all directions.

"The way of Kui Xing is to devour the fierce and tyrannical demons and ghosts of the world for one's own use. I cultivate the method of Kui Xing, devouring the fierce and tyrannical demons and ghosts of the world, but I do not use them..."

Qin Wuyi spread his arms wide, looked up at the sky, and shouted into the void:

"The Monarch once said, 'If the Underworld is not empty, I will not swear to achieve the Dao', and so do I!"

Boom!

The divine sound vibrated mightily in the vault of heaven. After Qin Wuyi's long howl, countless wailing sounds of ghosts suddenly rang out from his mouth. Then, an infinite number of evil ghosts struggled and roared from his divine light.

That was the demons and ghosts he had swallowed over the past two thousand years, which the City Gods of the world had subdued!