The Four Emperors are the Great Emperor of the Ziwei North Star in the Central Sky, the Great Emperor of Longevity of the Southern Pole in the South, the Great Emperor Tianhuang of Gou Chen Shang Gong, and Empress Earth.
Among them, there is a formation called the "Three Pure Ones Heavenly Master Formation," which can be considered a type of deity-invoking technique.
The Three Pure Ones Heavenly Master Formation is extremely powerful, but it has certain requirements for the cultivation level of the main array controller.
After worshipping the Three Pure Ones, the old Taoist in purple robes turned around and said to Shi Jian, "You're here. I assume you already know some things."
"Junior Brother Qianhe was exterminated by a demon; as the eldest disciple of Mount Mao, I naturally cannot stand by and do nothing."
The eldest disciple of Mount Mao is not as relaxed as one might imagine; upon discovering certain matters, he must step forward.
For example, if some junior disciples cause significant trouble, he still has to clean up the mess.
After all, if the sky were to fall, there would be taller people to bear it, meaning those with stronger abilities would step up.
"I am unable to do anything. Little He's disciple found Mount Mao, and we cannot simply ignore it."
"This time, it will be troublesome for you to make another trip."
As soon as he spoke, Qianhe's last remaining disciple appeared in the Three Pure Ones Hall.
"Sect Ancestor, Eldest Senior Uncle!"
"Shi Jian, take him down to chat. I still have some matters to attend to."
The old Taoist in purple robes waved his horsetail whisk and turned to leave the Three Pure Ones Hall.
"Follow me."
Shi Jian took Qianhe Daoist's disciple to a room.
"What kind of zombie did Daoist Qianhe encounter? Why did the corpse not reanimate?"
"Eldest Senior Uncle, I don't know. Anyway, that zombie could speak, and it didn't seem like an ordinary zombie."
"A zombie that can speak?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Jian's face turned extremely grim, and sweat poured down his face.
Even a Flying Zombie could not speak, let alone a Bone-Not-Dissolving Zombie, about which he was still unsure.
He had captured zombies for many years and encountered quite a few Flying Zombies, but he had only encountered a Bone-Not-Dissolving Zombie once.
It was the Bone-Not-Dissolving Zombie in Xikou Town, but it had only just formed and had not displayed its true strength.
This was the first time he had heard of a zombie that could speak.
From this, one could imagine how powerful the zombie that Daoist Qianhe encountered was.
"That's right, that zombie could speak. It didn't seem like a zombie at all, more like half-human, half-corpse."
When Shi Jian heard "half-human, half-corpse," he felt a sense of relief.
A talking zombie would certainly have significant cultivation.
He would rather deal with a half-human, half-corpse than a talking zombie.
"If it's half-human, half-corpse, it should be relatively easy to deal with."
"Without further delay, let's set off immediately."
Shi Jian wasted no time, his mind focused only on eliminating the half-human, half-corpse.
The two traveled for over ten days, arriving in a mountain forest filled with graves.
Some of the graves had already been dug out, as if by grave robbers.
"Eldest Senior Uncle, my master and I encountered that zombie right here."
"Let's go take a look!"
Shi Jian led Daoist Qianhe's disciple to a dug-out grave.
Inside the coffin lay a corpse that had turned into a gray zombie.
"What's going on? Why has the zombie turned this color?"
Shi Jian examined the corpse and finally found two holes on its neck, similar to those made by zombies or wild beasts.
Zombies biting zombies, this situation had never happened before.
Generally, zombies would not bite their own kind, and even vampires would not bite zombies.
"Eldest Senior Uncle, when my master was bitten, his body also turned this color."
"Zombies biting zombies, this is quite rare, and it's the first time I've encountered it."
As the two were about to leave, a voice suddenly appeared in the distance, blocking their path.
"Are you looking for me?"
A man in Qing dynasty official attire appeared before Shi Jian and the other.
Moreover, the man's appearance did not resemble a zombie; his joints were flexible, making him essentially half-human, half-corpse.
"Eldest Senior Uncle, it's it, it's the one that killed my master."
"I was already very merciful to let you go last time. Why have you returned to seek death?"
The man picked at his teeth with his hand, not taking Shi Jian and the other seriously.
"You're not a zombie?"
Seeing that the opponent had no fangs, Shi Jian immediately assumed he was not a zombie but some sort of evil practitioner.
"You can say I am a zombie, or you can say I am not a zombie."
The man slowly walked towards the two, opened his mouth, and revealed a pair of fangs that automatically retracted and extended.
"See? My teeth move."
Shi Jian looked at the zombie before him, his face filled with shock.
This was the first time he had seen a zombie whose fangs could automatically extend and retract.
"So, you are half-human, half-corpse?"
The zombie heard "half-human, half-corpse" and showed a disdainful expression.
"I am not the ordinary zombie you speak of, but a zombie that eats zombies."
"I don't care what kind of zombie you are. Today, I will take you all in."
The zombie chuckled, its feet levitating as it instantly moved beside Shi Jian, glanced at the two, and then instantly moved away again.
"You are Taoist priests, why do you insist on meddling in these affairs?"
"Humans eat pigs, zombies eat humans. What's wrong with me defeating zombies and eating zombies?"
"The red-robed Taoist likes to meddle in affairs, so I'll make an exception this time and feed on human blood."
The zombie instantly moved to a grave, used a dark art to open the coffin, pulled out the zombie inside, and bit its neck.
The zombie in the coffin, upon being grabbed, tried to break free but to no avail.
In the next second, the zombie whose neck was bitten turned completely gray.
"The taste isn't good. It's only been a few decades, so I'll have to make do."
The zombie flicked its braid and prepared to find its next target.
At this moment, Shi Jian, realizing the zombie's considerable strength, immediately instructed Qianhe's disciple to go back and fetch reinforcements.
"Hurry back to Mount Mao and borrow an Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror from Sikong Yu."
"Remember, once you get the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror, come to the nearby villages and towns to find me."
Shi Jian wanted to send him away, as the zombie before him exceeded his expectations.
Teleportation, flight, the ability to speak, and he didn't know its cultivation level, but it was clearly not an ordinary zombie.
Furthermore, he had not brought any magical artifacts on this trip; the Taiqing Horsetail Whisk and the Mourning Staff were with Mao Xiaofang and A Wei.
If a fight were to break out, he truly didn't have much chance of winning against this mutated zombie.
"Eldest Senior Uncle, you must be careful."
Daoist Qianhe's disciple quickly fled the scene and ran towards Mount Mao.
He knew that staying would only be a hindrance, and it was better to return to Mount Mao and borrow an Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror as Shi Jian had instructed.
The zombie saw Daoist Qianhe's disciple leave and did not stop him, continuing to absorb the cultivation of ordinary zombies.
"Hey, what are you still looking at here? Aren't you leaving with that Taoist?"
(Some people say zombies are too weak and are always instantly killed. This time, it's the zombie's turn to torment the protagonist.)