The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 408 Guardian Soul Slave, Resurrection Grass
The inside of his belly was filled with a dense cloud of yin energy and poison, and his vision was blurred, making it impossible to discern directions. He could only tell that ahead lay a deep canyon as deep as an abyss.

Suddenly, a figure descended upon this world, accompanied by a slight feeling of weightlessness.

Immediately, the extremely corrosive Yin Qi poison barrier, powerful enough to make even a Great Saint Realm cultivator struggle to move, swept in, carrying the stench of rotting corpses.

"Elder Tong, I'm already inside. Can you sense the exact location of the Resurrection Grass?"

Feng Ling frowned. A colorful scroll seemed to sense its owner's intentions, growing larger in the wind and surrounding him, preventing the poison barrier from advancing any further.

"Hmm. In my perception, about three miles to the left front, there is an exceptionally dense life force..."

With the transmission of sound, tiny green lights, like fireflies, spread rapidly through Feng Ling's body, creating ripples in the space wherever they passed.

Just now, Feng Ling entered the inner world of the belly, and Elder Tong suddenly woke up, telling him that what the infant soul said was true, and that he was confident he could help Feng Ling avoid the dangers of the inner world of the belly and obtain the Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass.

"Feng Ling, be careful! There are six peak Great Saints and thirty-six peak Mortal Saints, guarding the Resurrection Grass like sentinels!"

Upon further investigation, Elder Tong's expression suddenly turned grave, and he said in a deep voice, "With your current mortal-saint realm body, even if I were to fully assist you in unleashing your inherited power, you could only face a peak Great Saint head-on. If you were surrounded, you would be doomed!"

"Hiss! Thank you for reminding me, Elder Tong. I will keep it in mind!" Upon hearing this, Feng Ling bowed and crept forward. The excitement that had been rising in his heart due to his approach to the Resurrection Grass was extinguished as if by cold water.

"Croak, croak, croak..."

As you dive into the canyon, towering stone peaks stand before you, and a winding stream meanders by. On either side are gray-brown rock walls, adorned with gnarled and ancient pines.

Looking up, clusters of crows, symbols of misfortune, were flapping their glossy black feathers, circling and cawing in the deep night.

"Waaah, waaah..."

Piles of withered bones and corpses sank deep into the silt at the bottom of the valley, half-hidden by a thick layer of corroded dead leaves, emanating endless resentment.

The mist and the soil were filled with a putrid odor that strongly stimulated the sense of smell.

Click, click...

The canyon was covered with a dense mass of corpses. Even though Feng Ling was carefully avoiding them and only dared to step on the best spot, he would still occasionally crush two or three unrecognizable skeletons.

No wonder!
For thousands of years, explorers have flocked to the Land of Nine Infants, and many have coveted the Nine Infants Resurrection Grass, yet none have managed to harvest it.

Previously, Feng Ling was still wondering that, in theory, although Night Ghost King and others had the support of a great formation, if a Great Saint Realm expert did not follow the rules and forcibly broke into the Nine Infant Palace, they would be powerless to stop them.

In other words, the Nine Infant Palace must have been visited by countless Great Saint Realm experts who came to search for treasures. The strange thing is that so many Great Saints have visited this place, yet none of them have been able to take away the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass!
Now, Feng Ling finally understands!

These skeletons are clearly those of the defeated who were swallowed into the wombs of infant spirits!

Normally, a ghost spirit master must pass the tests of the Nine Rings Barrier, the Seven Souls, and the Epic Inheritance before being allowed by the Night Ghost King to enter the Nine Infant Palace.

Although these authorized spirit masters can receive some assistance from the array when fighting the three souls, they usually choose to give up unless absolutely necessary, considering their own insufficient strength.

At the same time, the Night Ghost King will also remind those Ghost Masters who still choose to enter that the Nine Infant Palace is a one-way teleportation, and life and death are preordained. If they cannot kill all three souls, there is no turning back.

However, there are always some powerful beings at the Great Sage Realm who are arrogant and dismissive, and forcibly break into the Nine Infant Palace to search for treasures without the permission of the Night Ghost King and others, or the support of the formation.

As a result, facing the three souls of the Nine Infants whose strength was not suppressed, the outcome was predictable! It can be said that within the Nine Infants' Yuan Palace, if the three souls were focused on avoiding battle and maneuvering, even a peak Great Sage could only defeat them, not kill them.

Over time, the gap between the two sides narrowed. Even if they gave up picking the Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass, in order to escape the hellish Nine-Headed Palace, even the peak Great Sage had no choice but to confront the three souls head-on.

In the end... he died with regret!
The Great Sage who died in regret either perished and turned into a pile of bones, or he became the soul slave who guarded the Resurrection Grass forever, guarding the universe inside its belly!

……

After stealthily making his way for three miles, Feng Ling finally stopped at a bend near the end of the canyon, using the stone peaks for cover.

Before their eyes, forty-two figures appeared, each radiating an incomparably powerful aura. Among them, six auras stood out like cranes among chickens, particularly vast and boundless, seemingly protecting the last vestiges of dignity of a peak Great Sage.

At this moment, the forty-two Great Sages, with dim eyes and bewildered expressions, were wandering back and forth around a vibrant green hill.

"This is... a soul slave!?"

Sensing the forty-two powerful auras that could distort space, Feng Ling, who was watching from a distance, had a glint in his eyes and was extremely excited.

These forty-two Great Saint Realm Soul Slaves who are still alive must be the best among all the powerful individuals who have entered the Nine Infant Palace in the past thousand years!
Clearly, given the level and methods of the infant souls, even if they were lured into the inner universe of the stomach, they could not be killed; they could only be refined into soul slaves.

"call……"

Suddenly, a powerful aura of life emanated from the hill, forcibly pushing back the deathly aura blocking the hillside for hundreds of meters.

Life is white, death is black. These two energies, life and death, intertwine and constantly contend, making the hill, still radiant under the shimmering light of life, seem like a pure land on earth.

"Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass!"

Emerging from the dissipating life force, Feng Ling gazed at the top of the hill, at the source radiating boundless vitality, and his eyes instantly turned red.

At the top of the hill, beneath a towering tree, a nine-leaf fairy herb bearing nine fruits shone with vibrant green light, swaying quietly.

The nine leaves of the fairy herb bloom in the shape of lotus pods, and the tender leaves are bent under the weight of several milky white dewdrops, which are formed from the rich essence of wood.

At the heart of the fairy herb, vibrant life abounds, with nine strange fruits shaped like infants, their jagged edges adorning the fruit.

Most remarkably, the roots of the herb are embedded in a palm-sized patch of dark soil, drawing upon the essence of death to nourish the nine fruits.

However, life is the ultimate end of death; death is the ultimate end of life!

After years of being nourished by death energy, the nine fruits did not rot or turn black; instead, they remained white and exuded a vast life force.

It can truly be said that, like a lotus flower, it rises from the mud unsullied and remains pure and unblemished!
Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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