Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 649 The Birth of the Progenitor of Yin Gods! (Two Chapters Combined)

"Death Wind!" Genzo recognized the origin of the wind at a glance and retreated without hesitation, not daring to touch it in the slightest.

Song Changming, who was surrounded by black wind, remained seated cross-legged, as immovable as a mountain.

This ancient, deadly wind that could annihilate everything, however, could not harm him in the slightest.

This entire deadly wind originated from him!

On Song Changming's jawbone, the witch's markings were as black as ink, covering his entire chin and extending all the way down to his neck before stopping.

Song Changming, who had been motionless, also opened his mouth at this moment.

He took a deep breath, and the entire gust of deathly wind was swallowed and disappeared.

From this moment on, the Seal of the Witch King was complete!
This ancient, calamistic wind will be completely at his disposal!
Only after the Witch King's Seal on his jawbone disappeared did Song Changming open his eyes, his face beaming with joy.

Thirty years of hard work, all for this moment, and now he has finally achieved success. How could he not be overjoyed?

"Congratulations, Master! The Seal of the Witch King has been completed. You are now the true Witch King of the Witch Clan!" Yuan San approached, knelt on one knee before Song Changming, and bowed his head as he spoke.

Neither the fourth-tier Witch God Soul nor the physique of a Witch King can prove the identity of the Witch Clan's Witch King.

Only when the seal of the Witch King is formed can he be considered the true Witch King among the Witch Clan!
Now, relying on the inheritance of the witch clan he has obtained, Song Changming has explored his way up without any guidance or instruction, and has actually trained himself into a true ancient witch king!

In Yuan San's view, this was naturally inconceivable and unbelievable.

But Song Changming succeeded, which made him have to admit and believe that Song Changming was the chosen one of the Wu clan!

"Get up." Song Changming raised his hand and used his master-level strength to lift him up.

Then the black box was taken out again.

The black box, its surface covered in dents, had endured countless violent attacks from him, but he still couldn't open it.

Now that he has mastered the Witch King's Seal, there's no need to think about attacking it with brute force anymore.

His gaze fell on the Heavenly Capital Wind Whistle Seal on it. Although this witch seal was not made by him, he could still remove it now, which was no longer a difficult task for him.

He simply raised his hand and wiped it across the surface, and the witch's mark of the Heavenly Capital Wind Whistle imprinted on the black box quickly faded away.

With the removal of the Witch King's Seal, half of the seal on the source three's body immediately dissipated from the black box.

The three clones of the source body beside him trembled. The seal had weakened, and he sensed the presence of the main body immediately.

He could sense that his physical body was reviving and his consciousness was returning.

Song Changming squinted and slowly drew his God-Devouring Blade.

The power of a Grandmaster, transcending the Perfect Realm, continuously condensed, expanding the star field. Starlight and moonlight energy served as a cloak, and lightning as armor.

The soaring divine intent of the Blade King lingered on the raised blade.

Without the restriction of the seal, he no longer needed to rely solely on brute force.

“Yuan San, after tens of thousands of years of sealing, you should have had enough sleep by now,” Song Changming said slowly.

"Of course, Master." The usually calm and composed voice of the Origin clone was now slightly excited as he responded.

"Then wake up." Song Changming slammed his long sword down.

boom!
The four-colored blade light instantly engulfed the black box, and directly cracked the incredibly hard ice surface.

The massive crack stretched for dozens of miles, seemingly endless, eventually forming a wide ice rift valley that plunged thousands of meters downwards!

"what happened!"

In the distance, several ice beasts that were lying lazily on the ice, basking in the sun, were suddenly startled.

The ground shook violently beneath their feet, and some icebergs around them had already been knocked over. They were all startled to see the ice layer that had almost cracked to their feet.

In this icy land of the far north, there has never been such a violent commotion, like an earthquake.

When the violent tremors subsided, they looked at each other, hesitant to go to the epicenter to investigate, fearing they might discover something terrifying and lose their lives.

"Why don't we go and take a look? Otherwise, we'll inevitably live in fear from now on."

"If you want to go, you can go, I won't go."

"Hmph, fine, I'll go!"

One of the ice beasts mustered its courage and approached the epicenter.

It's not hard to find; just follow the jagged crack in the ice.

In fact, it wasn't just these few ice beasts that were alarmed by the epicenter; many other ice beasts from various other regions that had settled there also headed towards the epicenter to investigate.

However, before they could get any closer, they saw a monstrous aura of malevolent energy rapidly expanding in the sky and then shooting straight up to the dome!

Then an extreme chill spread in all directions, making even these ice beasts, who fed on frost, feel a bone-chilling discomfort.

This is not the usual feeling of coldness, but a deathly stillness that can sever life and extinguish the soul!

This is a malevolent spirit from the Nine Netherworlds!
Immediately afterwards, the ice beasts saw that within that overwhelming aura of yin energy, there seemed to be a ghostly figure thousands of feet tall, rising and raising its head in the sky.

A terrifying aura descended.

Every living creature in the far north of Frost Continent, from glacier-sized behemoths to burrowing ice worms, could sense this chilling aura that filled them with dread.

"what is that?!"

All the ice beasts trembled in the shadow, not daring to breathe.

They had never seen this thousand-foot-tall ghost in the far north, and had no idea where it came from.

For a moment, they even forgot to run away and retreat, and only dared to stand there blankly.

Only when the thousand-foot-tall ghostly shadow in the sky gradually dissipated did they come to their senses and flee from the far north of Frost Continent in a daze.

The fear, as if etched into their very souls, kept them from returning here for a long time.

On the other side, Song Changming first looked down at the huge ice rift he had cleaved open with a single stroke, where the black box was deeply embedded at the very bottom.

It was clearly visible that a large hole had been torn in the surface of the black box.

The immense Yin energy continuously poured out from the hole in the black box, sweeping across the entire far north of Frost Province.

At the same time, that thousand-foot-tall ghost also materialized in the sky.

“This is your soul,” Song Changming said slowly, looking up at the enormous ghost.

The three clones of the source nodded and said, "Yes, Master, don't worry, it won't hurt you."

Song Changming didn't say anything, he just held his knife and watched quietly.

The thousand-foot-tall shadowy figure only appeared for a few minutes, as if it were regaining its senses, or as if it were observing this unfamiliar new world.

Then the shadowy figures kept shrinking back until they all returned to the black box.

click!
The tear on the surface of the black box suddenly seemed to be forcefully pried open. The tear quickly widened, and a long, pointed hand, resembling skin and bones, emerged from it, carrying a heavy aura of yin energy.

Then a second identical hand appeared before Song Changming's eyes.

With both palms pressed on the sides of the black box, a sudden force was applied, and the black box immediately deformed and began to crack.

Then, a figure with a similar build to Yuan San bent down and walked out.

"Master, I'm going." Yuan San's clone was drawn in and said a final word to Song Changming before drifting towards the main body and merging with it.

Yuan San raised his eyes and met Song Changming's gaze as he looked down from above.

The next moment, Yuan San's true form flew onto the ice, bowed his head, and knelt at Song Changming's feet.

"Thank you for lifting the seal, Master!"

"Where is your clone?" Song Changming asked slowly after a moment of silence.

“They have merged into one.” Yuan San explained to Song Changming.

The true self and the clone are of one mind and share the same soul, without distinction between you and me.

Therefore, there is no problem in directly treating Yuan San's main body as that clone.

From Song Changming's perspective, however, it was the Dao Source's three-part avatar that he had spent so many years with, while he was only seeing the original body today.

It's normal to have some concerns subconsciously at first.

"That being said, let me ask you, are you truly serving me sincerely?" Song Changming asked again.

“That’s natural, Master, there’s no need to worry. I’m no different from that clone,” Yuan San said solemnly.

And Song Changming was indeed able to lock onto the divine soul of Yuan San's main body through the Binding God Seal.

As long as he has a single thought, even if Yuan San harbors ulterior motives or has other plans, he can detect it immediately and nip it in the bud.

Song Changming felt a little relieved.

"I need to know the strength of your true form."

Although Yuan San said that his main body and that clone were no different, in terms of strength, the clone was definitely inferior to his main body.

As the progenitor of the Yin Gods who was born in the ancient times, and the most loyal protector of the Wu Clan, his true strength is probably unknown to anyone in the world today.

Although Song Changming had heard his clone describe the strength of his main body several times, he had never truly experienced it.

“Master, the seal of tens of thousands of years has weakened my soul fire and decayed my physical body. Now my strength is less than one-tenth of what it was at its peak,” Yuan San said.

He had just recovered from the seal and, upon checking his condition, found it to be worse than he had imagined.

The ban lasting tens of thousands of years was truly agonizing.

Even if he was a great power in the ancient times, he is now exhausted and has only a little bit of skill left.

Upon hearing this, Song Changming frowned. His perception confirmed that Yuan San's true form was not as powerful or unfathomable as the thousand-foot-tall shadow had appeared.

The scene just now seemed to be only a fleeting moment.

"Is there any possibility of recovery?" Song Changming asked, unwilling to give up.

“Yes, my Yin spirit body is immortal. As long as there is sufficient Yin energy and enough time is spent, both my soul and my body can gradually recover,” Yuan San nodded and said.

This was good news, which eased Song Changming's expression somewhat.

As long as it can be restored, that's fine. As for the Yin energy needed, it's not hard to find. There's plenty of it in the Nine Nether Lands and Dark Continent. Just make a trip there.

"How long will it take to fully recover?" Song Changming then asked.

Yuan San also shook his head, unsure of the answer.

The current environment is too unfamiliar; it is no longer the ancient era he was familiar with. The environment, spiritual energy, and the concentration of various energies may all affect his recovery efficiency.

"It will take at least a thousand years to fully recover," Yuan San estimated, giving a rough timeframe.

It's been a thousand years since the beginning, and there's still no guarantee that it will be fully restored?
Upon hearing this, Song Changming shook his head. This amount of time might not be much for the original Yuan San, since he had slept through tens of thousands of years, but for him, it was far too long.

"I will soon be going to fight that Star-Devouring Dragon. I thought that with your help, I would have a better chance of winning, but it seems that won't be possible now."

In his current state, Yuan San's main body is not much stronger than his clone. He might be able to put up a fight against ordinary Grandmasters and Great Demon Kings, but he is completely inadequate against the world-destroying evil dragon that came from the primordial world.

Even if they were brought, the help they could provide to Song Changming would be very limited and unreliable.

In the end, he will still have to rely on himself!

Fortunately, he had already refined the Witch King Seal. With this powerful weapon in his hand, even without Yuan San's strong assistance, he was confident that he could directly kill the Star Devouring Dragon.

After all, ten thousand years have passed, and it wasn't just Yuan San, the progenitor of Yin Gods, whose strength was also eroded by sealing; the Star-Devouring Dragon was the same.

"Master, give me three months, and I can recover two-tenths of my former strength." Having finally broken free of the seal, Yuan San did not want to disappoint Song Changming and immediately said.

His strength has now fallen to its lowest point, which is also the time when he has the greatest potential for recovery.

Most importantly, the Dark Continent and the Nine Netherworlds can provide him with a large amount of Yin energy.

He was confident that he could help Song Changming if he could recover 20% of his strength from the ancient times.

“Alright, we’ll head to the Abyss in three months.” After a moment’s thought, Song Changming made up his mind and nodded.

This was no ordinary matter, and he had given it considerable thought beforehand.

After weighing all the factors, he is ready to fight the Star-Devouring Dragon once the Witch King Seal is completed.

Even if he fails to kill it this time, and even has to pay with his life, at least he can test how much fighting power that Star-Devouring Dragon still has, and how big the gap in strength between him and the Star-Devouring Dragon really is.

Giving Yuan San three months to recover is fine, but Song Changming also needs to familiarize himself with the Witch King Seal he has refined, and he also needs to explain some matters in advance.

Although he couldn't announce his mission to slay the Star-Devouring Dragon, he still had to inform a few of the kings of the Nine Provinces.

In case of any unpredictable accidents, it would be good for the nine human kings to be prepared.

After receiving Song Changming's permission, Yuan San decisively set off, transforming into a wisp of Yin energy, flying high in the sky over Shuangzhou, and arriving first at the Nine Netherworld.

The Nine Netherworld remained as dark as ever, with a thin, chilly mist permeating the air, and even the sunlight was often obscured, making the place appear hazy and dim.

In the thin mist, wisps of malevolent energy drifted and swirled.

Many of the zombies who gather here absorb this yin energy and carry out their daily cultivation.

Today, the entire Nine Netherworld has long been the territory of the zombies, a privilege granted by Emperor Song Changming.

After all, the zombies had helped the human race a lot in the past, and under the leadership of Yuan San, they were long-term allies of the human race, so it was worthwhile to allocate such a piece of land for them to settle down.

Of course, the Nine Netherworld is not closed off; human forces can also go there and coexist and interact with the zombies.

(End of this chapter)