The Black Lotus Reborn: The Entire Sect Kneels and Begs for My Forgiveness

When Xia Xuanji emerged from the folded cave, the morning light had already bathed the mountain valley.

Ye Yunong was covering the grave with the last handful of soil. A sword and a Seven Killings Flag were also placed on the grave.

The remains of Master Qinglian and several other peak masters were carelessly piled up in a ravine, without even a wooden plaque being placed on the fresh soil.

Only a rough stone tablet stands on Gu Yue's tomb, with the four large characters "Tomb of Gu Yue" carved on its surface with sword strokes, and the brushstrokes still have traces of unwashed paint.

"Yun Nong, this place just now..."

Xia Xuanji stared blankly at the flat ground in front of her.

Last night's lightning strike was too fierce; half of the original mountain was split off, and smoke was still rising from the scorched black soil. Only a few charred tree trunks lay askew on the ground, like chopsticks stuck in a pile of ashes.

If Ye Yunong hadn't been so composed and deep at the moment, she would have almost thought that the divine might she had just witnessed was just an illusion.

Ye Yunong placed Gu Yue's memorial tablet in the ground.

"After Gu Yue's blood merged into my body, it triggered a double lightning tribulation."

"The bloodline of the Mad God and the Chaos Spiritual Root unexpectedly complemented each other... causing my cultivation to increase dramatically."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and waved it lightly, and a golden light instantly appeared on her skin.

Xia Xuanji stared at the golden patterns moving across her wrist and suddenly remembered the commotion from last night.

The lightning tribulation was immense. Ye Yunong stood in the center of the tribulation, her body swirling with lightning and blood mist, like a war god reborn from the flames.

At this moment, the other person's aura was clearly gentle, yet she inexplicably felt that the person in front of her had become another towering mountain, inspiring fear in her heart.

"Wishing Senior Brother Zhu Wu and the others..."

Xia Xuanji reminded her.

"rest assured."

Ye Yunong turned and walked towards the stone tomb, her fingertips brushing across the surface of the tombstone. "The death of Master Qinglian was an unexpected discovery that led me to the method to break the Soul Lamp."

She paused, pretending not to see the Langya Sword flying up from the side, and then, from who knows where, she cut a few wild chrysanthemums and placed them on the grave.

In his ears, he could still hear Meng Qingchen leading a group of souls chanting sutras to help Gu Yue pass on to the afterlife.

"Each soul lamp corresponds to a living, breathing person."

Xia Xuanji felt a chill run down her spine: "You mean, the reason Jun Ce was able to appear last night was because he used the soul of Qinglian Shangren as a soul lamp?"

Ye Yunong nodded, and suddenly a few strands of golden light rose from her arm, which was the restlessness of the Mad God's bloodline.

She turned and looked in the direction of the Biluo Sect.

"The emperor had to leave the workshop to make the soul lamp because the Qinglian Venerable had died."

He should merge a wisp of his spirit with the soul of the Azure Lotus Master.

He would select one person from each faction and then control them.

In this way, his soul will be shattered. Once a wisp of his soul is killed, the soul lamp will disappear and Jun Ce will be seriously injured.

The soul lamp in the Biluo Sect belongs to the Azure Lotus Master.

All we need to do is find the person who possessed the Soul Lamp and eliminate them.

She suddenly sneered, the inner energy gathering at her fingertips crushing a distant rock into dust. "Those who harm others will ultimately harm themselves. This time, you've truly brought ruin upon yourself."

All along, Jun Ce and she had been enemies in the dark while she was in the light, but at this moment, Ye Yunong realized that she could turn the tables and hunt down Jun Ce's distraction.

A roar suddenly came from the hall, and the king was violently thrown over by a force, crashing heavily onto the golden throne, blood seeping from his mouth and nose.

He was wincing in pain, yelling and screaming.

"What's going on? Why am I feeling weaker and weaker?"

Ye Yunong's guess was correct. Jun Ce took other people's souls to make soul lamps, and then used these people to control more people to become believers.

The more Soul Lamps he has, the bigger his power grows like a snowball, and it looks like he's about to devour all the worlds around him.

As it turned out, things didn't go as planned. The first person he turned into a soul lamp, Qinglian Shangren, was actually strangled to death by Gu Yue in a daze!

As soon as the soul lamp shattered, the wisp of Jun Ce's spirit that remained inside also vanished.

He now possesses a powerful physical body, but his soul is not very strong, since he had only recently remembered the soul-refining method of Luo Shuixian, one of his Daoist partners from his previous life, after his rebirth.

He was devastated by the death of this distracted spirit and had no choice but to hide in the palace to recover.

I thought I would recover after a few days of rest, but just as I was starting to feel better, my soul was severely injured again.

Jun Ce panicked and quickly used his divine sense to take a look. He almost fainted from anger. The soul lamp "lamp people" that he had chosen were being dealt with one by one!

First, the head of a powerful family in Dragon Capital had his head chopped off by the Heavenly Dragon Emperor. Then, the concubine in Holy Capital, who had just been discovered by the new Emperor of Annihilation to be a pawn of the Soul Lamp, was pierced through the heart with a sword.

The Immortal Realm was even more lively. Long Jia, with the information given to him by Ye Yunong, led Elder Pang to raid the Soul Lamp's lair... Every time a Lamp Master died, Jun Ce felt as if his soul was being stabbed, and he was in excruciating pain.

"Yun Nong! Why do you hate me so much?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted and yelled in the dark hall, slamming his fist on the table in anger.

In a daze, he seemed to see Ye Yunong waving her hand, shattering his distractions one by one.

Upon closer inspection, Long Jiuqing was standing behind her.

Jun Ce was so angry that his forehead was practically steaming. He staggered towards the illusory figure, only to see the two figures dissipate like smoke.

He fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs throbbing with pain. Even worse, his soul felt as if it had been crushed in someone's hand, leaving him extremely weak and unable to even get up.

Just then, Lu Jinxin's voice suddenly drifted over, "Second Senior Brother, why are you lying on the ground?"

He looked up and saw that Lu Jinxin's soul had somehow drifted into the main hall and was tilting its head to look at him.

He was panting heavily, like a broken bellows, and shouted urgently.

"Junior Sister! Quickly, bring some believers!"

His soul is now shattered into pieces, and only by devouring the souls of his believers can he prolong his life; otherwise, he will be utterly destroyed in an instant.

But to everyone's surprise, Lu Jinxin suddenly let out a cold laugh, her voice chilling to the bone.

The ground rustled and rustled. Before Jun Ce could react, he felt a surge of demonic energy suddenly engulf him, lifting him three feet off the ground!

His eyes widened as he saw the demon god crawl in, now tightly coiling himself up with its body...

"Second Brother, does it feel like a thousand-pound boulder is pressing on your chest?"

"Isn't it chilling to the bone?"

Lu Jinxin's invisible fingertips gently brushed across his cheek. You Jun was bound into a shrimp-like shape by the demon god's body and suspended in mid-air, only able to stare at her.

Lu Jinxin's eyes, which were usually moist like a deer's, were now shining with a venomous glint.

"Junior Sister...you...you've gone mad..."

He struggled to squeeze out half a sentence.

Lu Jinxin suddenly burst into a shrill laugh.

"Am I crazy? When you promised to find me a physical body, you didn't say you would go back on your word!"

I want Ye Yunong's body, but you won't let me?

She met the emperor's gaze.

"I guarded your soul lamp and eliminated your enemies, and yet you won't even give me a decent body!"

Your heart... belongs only to that bitch!

Jun's pupils contracted sharply. Lu Jinxin was staring at him greedily, her words filled with years of jealousy and resentment.

"So you..."

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"You've been waiting for me to weaken..."

"Smart!" Lu Jinxin took a half step back and opened her arms.

"While you've been hiding in the Dark Palace recovering from your injuries these past few days, I haven't been idle. I've long been fed up with you reaping all the benefits for yourself."

A low hiss came from the shadows, and the demon god's body tightened around Jun's waist and abdomen, causing him pain so intense that his vision went black.

Lu Jinxin's soul broke free from the illusory image and transformed into a firefly-like green light that rushed towards his brow.

"You dare—"

The roar from the emperor's side turned into a muffled groan, and the green light pierced his consciousness like a sharp arrow, making his temples throb.

"Senior brother, savor the feeling of having your body taken away."

Lu Jinxin's voice exploded in his mind.

"In the original novel, you are always the one killing others. Now, I'm going to let you experience what it's like for your soul to be annihilated."

"From this day forward, this body—"

Lu Jinxin felt her soul gradually taking over Jun Ce's body.

"It's mine."

Lu Jinxin's eerie laughter echoed from inside the hall.

Jun's pupils gradually turned grayish-white, only Lu Jinxin's last whisper still echoing in his ears.

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for exchanging your body for my new life."

Junce felt as if his soul was being ground in a millstone, turning into specks of light and dissipating bit by bit.

Having experienced several rebirths, he was no stranger to death, but this time was different. In the previous times, at least his soul could be preserved for reincarnation, but this time, not even ashes would remain.

He stared at the swaying shadow of the demon god beside him.

"I'm not reconciled..." Blood welled up in his throat, and countless images flashed before his eyes.

Lu Jinxin was annihilating the souls of those around the emperor. As a transmigrator, her soul was inherently stronger than that of ordinary people.

The voice of the demon god echoed in my ears.

"The chosen one? I think he's a maggot of destiny."

The sound was like rusty gears turning in a millstone.

"You think you can control everything? You're just a joke."

Jun wanted to curse, but found that he had lost control of his body and couldn't even utter a word.

Outside the palace, dark clouds surged across the sky like a tide, and lightning tore menacingly through the gaps in the clouds, much like the lightning that cleaved his body during his first rebirth.

It turns out that Heaven had already written the ending; he was nothing but a clown who even in death served as a stepping stone for others.

"The fiercest dogs are those that don't bite..."

He finally laughed, and that laughter shattered into specks of light.

"The most poisonous knife is always hidden in the sweetest smile..."

Meanwhile, at the top of the witch tower, the witch doctor seemed to sense something.

"The barrier has been broken? No, this is the power of evil spirits."

The witch doctor was horrified. He looked again in the direction the power was flowing, which was the direction of the Demon Palace.

"Could it be that I've made a mistake?"

The one in the Demon Palace is not our king at all?

He even attracted extraterrestrial demons?

The witch doctor's expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly bit his finger and drew a teleportation array...

The hibiscus vine that had pierced the dome suddenly made a cracking sound, and light darted through its blue veins.

The laws and restrictions governing heaven and earth cracked like glass.

At the same time, deep within the Nine Hells Demon Cave, in the Nine Netherworld, pitch-black demonic energy, accompanied by the sound of bone whistles, soared into the sky.

The soul beside the king had become transparent. In his dying moments, a thick fog suddenly surged from the depths of his consciousness. Emerging from the fog was a hideous face pieced together from countless human faces, each eye dripping with black blood, and each mouth opening and closing simultaneously.

"The chosen one? Ha, nothing more than a demonic seed I planted among mortals!"

"Who are you……"

The soul on the emperor's side was dissipating from his fingertips, yet the overwhelming power could still be felt.

"Nine Hell Demons, prisoners trapped in the Nine Netherworlds by the Creator God for billions of years."

The demon's voice sounded like rusty chains being stirred in a millstone.

"Back then, that woman used the Fusu vine to lock my essence, but little did she know that I had already planted a wisp of demonic soul within you."

After three cycles of reincarnation, you finally broke the seal…

The soul beside the king trembled violently.