The Tao is far away

Wang Chi's left hand movement seemed casual, but in that slight wave, an invisible energy wave burst out, sweeping like a hurricane.

The corpse was unexpectedly hit by a huge hammer, and its entire body was thrown out uncontrollably and hit the wall heavily.

With a loud bang, a deep dent appeared on the wall with the corpse's body embedded in it, and dust and rubble fluttered down.

Under the astonished gaze of the corpse refiner, Wang Chi calmly tapped his right shoulder, which was bleeding profusely, with his left hand.

The gushing blood seemed to be driven by some mysterious force and began to condense and change, slowly forming the outline of a new arm.

Soon, a brand new and vibrant arm came into being. The flesh and blood merged, and the tendons and bones grew, and it was perfectly connected to Wang Chi's shoulder as if it had never been injured.

Then, Wang Chi displayed even more amazing abilities. His feet did not touch the ground, but it was as if he was stepping on invisible stairs, rising step by step in the void, and finally he sat on the bone chair with the temperament and domineering of a king.

Wang Chi sat there, looking majestic, like a god descending to earth, full of majesty. Wherever his eyes went, even the air seemed to freeze.

The body of the corpse was embedded in the wall, and it felt a sharp pain in its chest, as if all its bones were shattered by that one blow.

It struggled to cover its chest with its arms, its throat surged, and finally it spat out a mouthful of black blood with a foul smell and coldness.

As the black blood spit out, a trace of fear and disbelief flashed in its eyes.

Its body kept shaking, not because of the cold, but because it felt a fear it had never experienced before.

Fear of death!

"This aura is actually from the king above the powerful!" The corpse refiner's voice was hoarse, and his words were full of shock and disbelief.

"A king who is less than twenty years old?"

"When did such a young king appear in the Eastern Wasteland?"

The corpse struggled to break free from the wall. Its body was covered with scars due to Wang Chi's power. Its eyes, which were originally full of confidence and brutality, were now filled with hesitation and worry.

The corpse fell to the ground with a plop, and his body kept shaking.

He pleaded in a trembling voice: "I am blind and do not recognize the great man. Please spare my life. I am willing to serve you at all times without hesitation."

The corpse's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Wang Chi, who was sitting on the bone chair, ignored the corpse's pleas. His eyes were completely attracted to himself, as he looked at his body.

"For hundreds of years, I have been harmed by those traitors and trapped in that broken bamboo for hundreds of years. Finally, I see the light of day again!"

Wang Chi's voice was filled with endless emotion and joy, as if he had woken up from a long nightmare and saw the dawn of hope again.

After looking at himself for a while, Wang Chi gradually put away his excitement.

His eyes turned slightly, and his gaze shot like lightning towards the corpse that was still trembling and begging for mercy.

Although Wang Chi did not say anything, an invisible majesty fell on the corpse refiner like a substance, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on the top of the corpse, making the corpse refiner feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Under this majesty, the corpse refiner's body couldn't help but tremble even more violently. His whole body seemed to be under tremendous pressure, as if it could be crushed by this invisible force at any time. The sound of broken bones almost came out, and his face was distorted, revealing unspeakable pain.

"Senior...Senior..." Lian Shi spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with despair.

"Please... spare my life... I am willing to be your slave..."

Wang Chi slowly stood up from the bone chair and approached the refined corpse step by step. With every step, the power of laws seemed to surge, making the surrounding space tremble.

Wang Chi's voice was deep and powerful, full of irresistible magic: "Become a slave? Are you worthy of being an ant?"

What was revealed in these words was not mercy, but extreme contempt for the corpse in front of him.

After listening to this, Lianshi's heart sank to the bottom.

Lian Shi's heart was filled with deep despair. He realized that his fate seemed to be engraved on an iron plate and could not be changed.

His insignificance and powerlessness were fully revealed in the face of such absolute power.

Wang Chi looked at the corpse in front of him, who was once arrogant but now struggled to survive like a stray dog, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"Didn't you want me to be your incarnation before? How about this, you become my incarnation instead?"

"What!?"

"No!"

Wang Chi snorted coldly: "This is not up to you!"

His right hand slowly placed on the top of the corpse's head. His palm seemed to become the focus of some mysterious power, emitting dazzling rays of light.

These lights seem to have the power to purify all evil, like the first ray of sunshine penetrating the darkness at dawn.

The corpse felt a fear it had never felt before, and it let out a heart-wrenching scream, its voice filled with despair and unwillingness.

Its spiritual consciousness, the spiritual essence that it had condensed with so much difficulty, was being constantly erased by an invisible and powerful force.

Just like dust in the wind, unable to resist, I can only allow myself to be swallowed up bit by bit.

In front of this king, all the resistance of the corpses seemed so insignificant, like an ant trying to shake a towering mountain.

It was once so close to the peak, just one step away from reaching the realm of Jindan that all cultivators dream of.

It was unwilling to accept this, because it was once an incarnation, and through devouring its masters and souls, it collected the bodies of countless cultivators and the souls of mortals, just to practice that supreme law.

It hated that if it swallowed the one in front of it, it would be able to step into the realm of the powerful Jindan.

However, fate played a cruel joke on it. The last blood eater was actually a double-dan king, an existence that was incredibly powerful in its eyes.

All the resentment and resentment began to slowly dissipate into the air as its spiritual consciousness was gradually wiped out, and finally turned into nothingness and was annihilated by those powerful hands.

The body of the refined corpse no longer had any life. It fell powerlessly on the cold ground like a puppet with its support removed.

Wang Chi stared quietly in front of him, his gaze seemed to penetrate the reality and reach some profound memory or thought.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he was talking to someone unknown, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "I really can't bear to part with it!"

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