Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Soul Returns
An illusion, is his true self?
Zhang Mu really never considered this possibility, even though he didn’t know if what Grave Blood said was true or not, but if it was the case, then Grave Blood’s existence would be extremely terrifying.
If an illusion is the real self, it means that he abandoned his physical body and is purely surviving through his spiritual power, or rather, his soul, no wonder why his spiritual power is so terrifying.
He was too powerful for mental intimidation, and physical attacks couldn’t harm him significantly.
“What are you thinking about?”
Grave Blood suddenly asked this question, leaving Zhang Mu confused.
“So, have you thought about what I said earlier? You have lost, why not consider it?”
Zhang Mu chuckled, looking at Grave Blood, and said, “To be your corpse puppet?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“With great power, eternal life, Su Rui is just a defective product in the experiments. I used minimal resources and power, that’s why his body started to decay like a normal corpse puppet, and he lost his emotions.”
Zhang Mu saw Grave Blood’s eyes brighten for the first time, as if a sculptor saw an uncut gem, enthusiastic.
“But you are different, I will use the best materials and resources for you, like a high-quality coffin, and the essence of the Ginseng King.”
Su Rui’s human heart is not completely extinguished, and the lack of Ginseng King essence used to rebuild him will naturally corrode his body. Because of this, his power has not increased much.
It turns out Su Rui was just an experiment for Grave Blood to create advanced corpse puppets, but it seems to have failed due to insufficient resources allocated to Su Rui and his own struggles.
This struggle led to trouble, making him a pitiful person.
Zhang Mu, looking nervously at Grave Blood, asked directly, “It sounds tempting, but if I become your puppet, will you take my Sharira right away?”
If you want my Sharira, just say it directly instead of beating around the bush. It seems you still retain quite a few negative human traits.”
Grave Blood seemed to not catch Zhang Mu’s sarcasm and continued persuading, “I will preserve your body and soul completely intact for you, isn’t that enough?”
“But if I lose my free will and become a high-level puppet, is it really necessary to paint such an enticing picture?”
Seeing Zhang Mu’s firm attitude, Grave Blood sighed regretfully and said slowly, “Becoming my puppet is only a matter of time. Of course, if your soul resists, this creation will naturally have flaws, creating a significant gap between it and the perfect artwork I aim to create.”
“That’s why I’m advising you now and showing you my power. But if you still refuse, then I’ll have to treat you as an experimental subject to pave the way for the next perfect creation.”
Grave Blood did everything for Zhang Mu to willingly become his corpse puppet.
He originally wanted to take over Ordos City, refine the humans there, and turn them into part of his corpse puppet army. But when he saw Zhang Mu again, he changed his mind.
Zhang Mu is special and progresses quickly, which surprised Grave Blood. He decided that Zhang Mu was the most suitable test subject.
“If your spiritual treasure in your mind has been absorbed by you, then so be it. If it hasn’t been fully absorbed yet, I will take it out and replenish your strength with other resources for the loss.”
Hearing Grave Blood’s words, Zhang Mu became even more disdainful as he had already seen through Grave Blood’s true intentions.
“You can talk big, but I suggest you give up on that idea.”
“You speak beautifully, always thinking for me. When I truly become your corpse puppet, that will be your strength. You wouldn’t allow your strength to diminish. What a joke!”
Clang!
Just then, Hachikuju suddenly broke open the Ginseng King’s spiritual space to help the struggling evolver team.
As the phantom battle axe fell, the power of a strong third-rank fighter instantly erupted. It was Hachikuju’s full-strength blow, directly targeting five Era Sub-merchants who were fighting with human evolvers, crushing them into minced meat.
The Ginseng King looked apologetically at Grave Blood, quickly releasing a new mental space to restrain Hachikuju. But with Hachikuju’s current brave and fearless momentum, the time he can be stopped this time will be greatly reduced.
This is a major disadvantage brought by the Ginseng King abandoning his body. His close combat abilities are extremely weak, especially since he has not fully integrated into Su Liang’s body yet, limiting his attacks to mental power, which are quite simplistic.
Although his mental power can affect Hachikuju, the effect is not very significant.
Hachikuju’s anger and determination are the source of his power.
The current Hachikuju, being trapped in the Ginseng King’s spiritual world for a long time, is getting annoyed.
“What a waste!”
Grave Blood glanced at the Ginseng King who was completely focused on controlling the mental space. His recent negligence caused the improper handling of the transition between the two mental spaces, allowing Hachikuju to unleash his dominant third-rank attack in another battle, completely turning the tide of the situation.
The loss of a full five Era Sub-merchants not only gave the evolver team, who were tightly pressed, a chance to breathe, but also freed up people to help others quickly.
Originally, the human evolvers had the advantage in numbers here, but now with Hachikuju joining in, the balance of victory slowly tilted towards humans.
“Well, now it seems like it’s not me who’s losing.
Even if I’m weaker and can’t beat you, my friends are strong, so the one who will lose for sure is you, Grave Blood.”
Grave Blood glanced at the distant battle and realized that something was wrong. His remaining thirteen Era Sub-merchants were forced to defend together, while Ginseng King’s defenses were quickly breached due to Hachikuju’s familiar attacking style.
“Then, I won’t play anymore.”
Speaking to himself, Zhang Mu finished this sentence, and suddenly, the illusion of Grave Blood in front of his eyes flickered with an uncertain light, and the blood patterns on his face began to flow significantly.
At the same time, those second-rank early stage corpse puppets with the appearance of Grave Blood started to exhibit the same changes in their facial patterns while attacking on the side.
Zhang Mu noticed that the mental pressure that was suppressing him had suddenly disappeared, so he immediately redirected his mental attacks back.
However, when his mental attack hit the illusion of Grave Blood, it was directly blocked on the outside!
What does he want to do in the end!
It felt like some kind of evil ritual was about to begin.
Although he didn’t know what Grave Blood was doing, his instincts told him that he had to interrupt this eerie ritual.
However hard Zhang Mu tried to use mental attacks, illusions, or Blood Lotus against Grave Blood, he couldn’t cause any damage at all!
Unable to interrupt!
Yet, the blood on Grave Blood and the corpse puppet legion’s faces flowed even faster, drop by drop from their necks, following a specific path, flowing onto their bodies, as if painting something.
Watching the eerie scene of Grave Blood and the distant corpse puppet legion, Zhang Mu began to feel the tremors of absolute danger in his heart.
Each time this feeling surged, it meant facing the danger of death!
At this moment, all the corpse puppet legion continued to attack the Red Flame Wolf Rider, but their eyes were lifeless, murmuring words that couldn’t be heard clearly.
The whole sky darkened as Grave Blood moved, dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, looming over everyone present.
Grave Blood slowly stretched his hands, looked up at the sky, and began to repeat a sentence in a strange and sharp voice, like a monk reciting scriptures from the western region.
“The soul returns.”
The crowd was horrified to realize that at that moment, they could understand the voices coming from the corpse puppets.
The corpse puppets mechanically repeated the words “the soul returns”, unlike Grave Blood, their voices were deep.
“The soul returns.”
“My soul returns!”
Grave Blood sharply recited a sentence, followed by his low-toned corpse puppet counterpart.
“The soul returns.”
“My soul returns!”
“Soul returns, oh.”
“My soul returns!”
The dark clouds above the people’s heads grew lower, with the voices of the corpse puppet army and Grave Blood alternating between sharp and deep, as if they were conversing.
Each sound became more urgent and chilling!
Finally, it quieted down.
Grave Blood lowered his head, facing the crowd, slowly opened his eyes.
His pair of eyes had no pupils! No whites!
Completely filled with
Bright red blood!
At the last moment, his voice suddenly rose a tone!
“The soul returns!”