Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

Zhengyang Dojo.

A ghastly green miasma of corpses spread like a thick fog, leaving withered vegetation and a pervasive stench in its wake. Before the surviving disciples could even cry out in alarm, their blood and qi stagnated, and their souls felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The remaining protective array of the temple emitted a mournful cry as it was washed away by the foul air. It flickered for a few breaths before finally going out completely.

In an instant, the eerie miasma began to devour everything like a living thing. Any flesh that touched it turned ashen-blue and its eyes turned bloodshot in just a few breaths, turning it into a walking corpse!

"Imperial Edict—!"

From the depths of the gray-green mist, a sharp shout rang out like a thunderclap.

A dim, yellowish glow, like the setting sun, pierced through the mist, creating a tranquil space that protected the remaining disciples and elders of the Zhengyang Path in the center.

"Master!"

"Senior sister..."

"Everyone, gather together quickly!"

The joy of surviving the ordeal had just begun to surface on everyone's faces, but Fang Chen, Ming Jun, and Shang Ming, who were at the core of the group, had expressions as solemn as iron.

Master Shangming held his flying sword horizontally in front of him, his energy concentrated at a single point. He never expected that these three evil old monsters could control such a ferocious creature.

Zombies are born from the gloom of heaven and earth and are formed from the filth of all living beings. They have neither the warmth of the living nor the illusion of the dead. Only a bit of resentment and obsession drives their bodies, making them wander between life and death.

The newly formed hairy zombie absorbs the moonlight to cleanse itself of filth, its body covered in hair, making it impervious to blades and spears; after a hundred years, it evolves into a flying zombie, capable of flying through the sky and escaping into the earth, turning a place into a dead zone, and sucking the blood of all living beings; after a thousand years of cultivation, it achieves the incorruptible bone, its flesh and blood completely destroyed, leaving only its bones, and wherever it goes, dark fog pervades, and foul air flows, even turning the mortal world into a dead zone... Its strength is comparable to that of a Yang God True Lord of the Ghost Immortal path!

Ordinary zombies are already extremely difficult to control; if one's cultivation is insufficient, attempting to control them is tantamount to courting death. Even hairy zombies require a superior lineage of cultivation techniques to avoid backlash; as for flying zombies, not only do they need a superior lineage of cultivation techniques, ancestral protection, and the favor of the sect's patriarch, but they also require a trace of blood relation to be driven; and those that cannot be melted are merely legends, and only those with great supernatural powers can subdue them!

"This zombie has not yet reached the realm of incorruptible bones; at most, it possesses only a trace of its power," said Master Shangming in a deep voice. "Otherwise, it would be impossible for the three Night Wandering Yin Gods to control it... This should be a flying zombie that failed its tribulation!"

"Heh heh heh... As expected of the Day Wanderer from the old world, your knowledge is vast." A hoarse voice, like rusted iron scraping against each other, echoed from the thick, gray-green fog, sending chills down one's spine. "Having seen through it all, you should know that today... you will surely perish here!"

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the gray-green miasma, outside the dim yellow halo barrier.

The moment the faint light illuminated its shape, Fang Chen, Ming Jun, and Shang Ming's expressions changed drastically. Some disciples, whose minds were already exhausted, were so horrified by the sight that they fainted on the spot.

Outside the halo barrier, an indescribable monster stood majestically.

Its arms were covered with long, jet-black hair, and its fingernails were long, curved, and faintly glowed with a blood-red light.

The lower half of the body had no legs or feet, only a huge mass of flesh slowly writhing, constantly dripping foul-smelling black blood, supporting its twisted torso.

The upper body appeared to be crudely pieced together from several corpses. Pale white ribs were exposed on both sides of the chest, with a huge, skinless, blood-soaked arm growing from each side, and countless vengeful, twisted ghost faces wailing silently on the surface of the skin.

What's most chilling is its head and neck area; it has no nose or ears, only two bottomless scarlet eye sockets. Its mouth was forcibly sewn shut with thick thread, leaving a twisted, centipede-like scar.

Even more horrifyingly, three abnormal heads had grown out of its left, right, and top sides:

The one in the center, suspended at the top, was illusory and pale like a ghost, with no teeth in its mouth, only a deep abyss-like black hole.

The right head grew from the shoulder, a bloody mess of flesh, a human face with fangs intertwined in the blood and filth, with foul-smelling saliva dripping down.

A stark white jawbone hangs from his left shoulder, opening and closing incessantly. A ghostly blue soul fire flickers and dances within the bone cavity, and each bite produces a teeth-grinding "click" sound.

This is no ordinary zombie; it is clearly a [corpse monster] forcibly stitched together from several corpses and thousands of wronged souls!

"You... actually sewed your own bodies into this flying zombie?!" The Supreme True Man's divine sense trembled violently.

"Hehehe...That's exactly right!"

Three illusory figures of Yin spirits slowly emerged from beside the corpse monster.

"The old ways of the world are almost nonexistent in this corrupt era. If we cling to ancient methods, when will we ever glimpse immortality? Since the righteous path is blocked, let's take the crooked path, the shortcut... Heh heh, how tempting! How tempting!"

Before the words were finished, the zombie's three heads began to writhe, emitting chilling sounds, as if it had lost its mind and gone mad.

The fleshy skull on the right shoulder of the old monster, its fangs grinding, dripping blood:

"Quick, quick... sew our bodies in, let them crawl through the seams... and grow completely together with this flying zombie's bones, tendons, and rotten flesh... the three of us... will never be separated..."

The ethereal head atop the old monster's head had features that rippled like water, and its voice was hoarse and crazed.

"We must find a piece of the old world's shadow... old men and children, strong women and men, none of them will be left out... We will devour millions of living beings... We will stain that land with blood... We will pierce that sky with the howls of souls... Until that land... becomes just like us... just as delicious..."

The white bone on his left shoulder suddenly opened, and the soul fire surged wildly.

"Heaven's wrath... Thunder is coming! But the tribulation lightning is already soaked in resentment and poison... Its strike is to help this body die completely and rot thoroughly... Only from this rotten, decaying corpse... can that breath of fresh, lively 'Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Qi' be squeezed out!... If we share it, we can transcend Yin and Yang, becoming neither human nor ghost, neither zombie nor corpse, but... immortal!"

"To become an immortal..."

"To become an immortal—"

"To become an immortal!!!!"

An indescribable, strange sound echoed in the void, neither male nor female, neither old nor young, like countless dying cries, the sounds of bones grinding, and the writhing of slime forcibly mixed together, sending chills down one's spine!

Thick, black pus oozed from the white bones of the corpse monster's chest. The pus rolled and solidified into three twisted, grotesque faces that were identical to the three old monsters, filled with endless hunger. These faces silently opened their blood-dripping mouths towards the people within the halo of light.

At the same time, the three Yin spirits beside the corpse monster suddenly twisted and deformed, their handsome faces elongated strangely, their features shifting and melting like hot wax, giving people a terrifying inhuman feeling of complete madness and having transcended the realm of humanity!

"Damn it!" Master Shangming's expression was more unpleasant than ever before.

In this turbid world, the key to cultivation lies in using the physical body as a cage to protect the soul from the taint of the demonic energy of heaven and earth. At the same time, with a pure and righteous soul as the core, one can suppress the five turbid demons within the body... Only through such a balance of yin and yang can one maintain a clear mind.

But these three people in front of us forcibly stitched their own bodies together with this extremely ferocious and evil flying zombie, causing their ferocity to surge and giving rise to a strange and evil nature that combines the cunning of the living with the ferocity of the zombie.

However, the price they paid was the complete abandonment of their human form, leading them to a mad descent into the abyss of inhuman evil!

"I will fight to the death to hold this beast back; you all must flee and never look back!"

The divine thought of the Supreme True Man was like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of every surviving disciple and elder.

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a resolute streak of light, forcefully pushing the [Zhengyang Spirit Lamp] towards Mingjun. He then wielded the Autumn Water Flying Sword, which was tainted with turbid energy, and with an indomitable and tragic momentum, fiercely slashed at the head of the corpse monster.

Wherever the sword light passed, even the gray-green miasma was torn open, creating a blinding vacuum!

"Uncle-Master!" Mingjun caught the spirit lamp, his heart filled with anxiety.

However, before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind rose beside him, and Fang Chen slammed him aside.

The next moment—

boom!

A giant, bony hand appeared out of thin air where Mingjun had been standing. It clenched its five fingers tightly, and the air was suddenly compressed, producing a muffled explosion. The shockwave spread out like a tide!

The attacker was none other than the Yin spirit of the Jade Bone Old Monster!

At this moment, however, his face was blank, and his eyes held only a cold, inhuman, and sinister light.

"Escape? Where do you little bastards think you can escape to?!"

With a single palm strike, the chilling aura of death dispelled most of the protective mist that had just risen around Fang Chen!

"The same escape trick, you think you can pull it off a second time in front of me?" The Jade Bone Old Monster's face was full of drool, his mouth wide open, sharp teeth like thorns dripping with bloody saliva, "Hehehe... What I enjoy most is eating your so-called geniuses..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Chen, whom he considered prey, and a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

At the same time, a calm and even voice, yet one that sent a chill down his spine, softly rang out:

"Please... turn around, baby!"