Chapter 157
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Chapter 157: The Attack of the Holy Corpse
Ghostly Divine Platform!
One of the four great forbidden areas in the Southern Region, the Ghostly Divine Platform had been the shadow orchestrating all major events in the region since the Eternal Night. Their might was indisputable.
Crucially, they were also Zhang Yang’s fated adversaries.
Most importantly, Zhang Yang had been correct.
Earlier, Ghost Wind had mentioned that the seven-colored soil, the gourd vine, and the emergence of the seven precious gourds were the result of at least fifteen saints slain by the Ghostly Divine Platform during the War of the Saints. The appearance of this holy corpse from that very place confirmed that it was one of those fallen saints, directly linking it to the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Of course, Zhang Yang also sought to incite animosity toward them.
However, the holy corpse remained unresponsive.
It continued voicing its confusion, repeatedly asking,
“Who killed this saint? Who killed this saint?”
It kept repeating the question.
Zhang Yang frowned slightly. Was its consciousness still unclear?
Then why was it asking?
If it could ask, then it must be capable of understanding.
“The Ghostly Divine Platform killed you,” Zhang Yang reminded it once more.
Still, the holy corpse showed no reaction, continuing its confused questioning:
“Who killed this saint?”
Zhang Yang scratched his head, unsure of what to do next.
He took a deep breath, calming himself as he pondered.
Soon, a thought crept into his mind.
“The holy corpse has emerged… could it be because of me?”
“The seven-colored soil, the gourd vine, and the seven precious gourds have existed for a long time. The people of the Ghostly Divine Platform and the Great Xia Empire couldn’t handle them. So why has no holy corpse appeared until now?”
“Does the seven-colored soil have a suppression effect? No! It does not!”
“I am certain of this. If it did, I wouldn’t have been able to take it so easily.”
“So the only change is me.”
“It was my entry into the seven-colored soil that triggered this change, and I stepped into…”
He recalled the moment he had entered the seven-colored soil earlier. A terrifying Holy Intention had manifested as blades of wind and fire, attempting to kill him. It was only his bloodline that had calmed it down.
At the time, he had even suspected that his bloodline had allowed him to step into the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
Could it be that the stirring of his bloodline, seeping into the seven-colored soil, had brought about this change?
Could the breakthroughs he had made while training in the seven-colored soil be related to the Nine Extremes True Essence?
The Nine Extremes True Essence was said to be the foundation of the immortal path, possessing mysterious power. It was entirely possible.
With this thought in mind, he prepared to stir his bloodline and use the Nine Extremes True Essence to communicate.
“Bloodline!”
Zhang Yang’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
His bloodline remained dormant, difficult to stir without a specific stimulus.
The only thing that seemed to provoke it was injury.
He recalled the times he had been wounded.
In the Vast Forest, he had been ambushed by Yang Shilong while trying to save Xue Feishuang, taking an arrow through his arm.
Later, at the Diamond Temple, he had been injured by the power wielded by the Demon Warlord.
The memory instantly filled him with humiliation, anger, and a restlessness that surged from the depths of his bloodline. His eyes gleamed, and a wild, fierce desire welled up within him, urging him to shatter the world.
He couldn’t understand why he felt this way, but he knew it was possible—because the holy corpse suddenly turned to look at him.
At that moment, Zhang Yang’s heart pounded. Yet the boiling rage, anger, and humiliation in his bloodline only intensified. It felt as though any harm inflicted upon anyone in this vast world was a profound disgrace. Even the holy corpse couldn’t suppress it.
He had no thought of fleeing.
His bloodline surged, and a fierce energy began to seep from his body, barely visible.
He activated the Nine Extremes True Essence and let out a Furious Roar.
“You were killed by the Ghostly Divine Platform!”
His voice echoed like thunder through the clear sky.
The holy corpse, which had continued repeating its question in confusion, suddenly trembled. A glimmer passed through its dark, hollow eyes, and its voice finally changed.
“Ghostly Divine Platform? Ghostly Divine Platform? Ghostly Divine Platform?”
It was still confused.
But Zhang Yang was thrilled. His judgment had been correct—it was working.
“That’s right! The Ghostly Divine Platform killed you!” Zhang Yang shouted. “The Ghostly Divine Platform is the most sinister force in the Southern Region. They started the War of the Saints a thousand years ago, slaughtering all the saints who perished here. You must seek revenge—find the Ghostly Divine Platform!”
A faint light flickered in the black void of the holy corpse’s eyes. Its aura grew turbulent. The black hairs covering its body tore through the air like spears, producing a piercing sound. Its deep voice echoed across the land.
“Ghostly Divine Platform… kill me… seek revenge… Revenge! Revenge!!!”
Suddenly, its voice became a Furious Roar, and an endless dark glow erupted from its body, soaring into the sky as if trying to rip apart the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins. The terrifying power disturbed everything within a hundred-mile radius.
Zhang Yang thought he was doomed.
Yet, to his surprise, he was unharmed.
That overwhelming force deliberately bypassed him, as if it were expelling his blood energy rather than harming him.
The holy corpse shot toward the sky.
The fiery chains piercing its body tightened, trying to bind it.
“Roar!”
The holy corpse howled wildly, its dark glow surging, transforming into terrifying power that corroded the fiery chains.
"Revenge!"
The holy corpse suddenly yanked its arm, snapping the fiery chain attached to its left shoulder.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
It reached out with its left hand, grasped three more fiery chains, and, with a fierce exertion of strength, tore them apart.
Its furious power surged, and the dark glow surrounding it transformed into vengeful spirits that bit through the remaining chains.
It had broken free.
Beneath it, the fiery patterns on the ground multiplied, attempting to restrain it once more.
"Roar!"
The holy corpse let out a furious roar and slammed its palm against the earth.
Dark power surged from its hand, spreading outward like a tidal wave.
Mountains and rivers trembled violently, as if struck by a massive earthquake.
The fiery patterns beneath the ground shattered and crumbled.
The holy corpse took a single step forward.
In that single stride, it moved a thousand miles southwest.
Zhang Yang immediately pushed the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers to its limit, surging forward with all his might. This was his ultimate effort.
Even so, after running seven or eight hundred miles, he gazed into the distance and saw a massive Ghost City, dark as pitch, vast enough to hold a hundred thousand people. It was shrouded in ghostly forbidden laws, resembling a terrifying beast crouched on the earth.
And it was crushed beneath the holy corpse’s foot.
It was a true explosion.
No matter how many ghostly forbidden laws protected the city or how powerful they were, under the weight of the holy corpse’s foot, they were utterly obliterated.
Inside and outside the Ghost City, ghostly guards of the Ghostly Divine Platform fled in terror, using every means and treasure at their disposal. Yet, none survived. Every single one of them exploded into a mist of blood, their lives erased in an instant.
The sight was horrifying.
What surprised Zhang Yang even more was that something within the Ghost City remained intact.
A dark glow, black as ink, radiated from within—a power similar yet distinct from that of the holy corpse.
It was the ghostly forbidden law of the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Zhang Yang quickly approached to take a closer look.
It was a folding screen.
The screen depicted scenes from the Nine Netherworlds: the Ghost Gate, the Yellow Springs Road, the Naihe Bridge, the Black and White Impermanences, the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards, the Judge, and the Yama King.
It was a supreme treasure.
The treasure radiated an eerie light, withstanding the force of the holy corpse’s foot. Beneath that protective glow, Zhang Yang could faintly see countless treasures.
His breath quickened.
"These are the treasures collected by the Ghostly Divine Platform!"
"What they couldn’t take with them, what they deemed unworthy, was left behind. But the truly valuable items—they’re all here!"
He wanted them.
But the holy corpse stood in his way.
The light from the screen intensified, pushing back against the holy corpse. The Yama King, the Judge, the Impermanences, the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards, and all the other figures depicted on the screen suddenly vanished. The scenes of the Nine Netherworlds twisted and transformed into a swirling mass of ghostly light, converging into a black vortex.
From within, a chilling voice emerged.
“Anyone who dares to kill those of the Ghostly Divine Platform shall die!”
In that instant, Zhang Yang understood.
This was no ordinary treasure.
It was the reason the Ghostly Divine Platform could enter the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
This supreme artifact allowed members of the Ghostly Divine Platform to return directly to their stronghold.
It was similar to an ancient teleportation array, yet different.
A supreme forbidden law had evolved from the ancient teleportation arrays, enabling a fixed two-way transport.
Then the holy corpse…
As the thought crossed his mind, Zhang Yang watched in shock as the massive figure of the holy corpse suddenly shrank and merged into the black vortex within the screen.
The holy corpse had charged into the Ghostly Divine Platform.
