A single Void Demon Child was enough to wreak havoc in Qing State, stirring the winds and clouds—should another Luohu Demon Child erge, what then would beco of not just Qing State, but beyond?
rely thinking about such consequences sent chills down one's spine.
The birth of Luohu's Incarnation began to cause even Asuras to tremble faintly; half of this was due to an uncontrollable frenzy within their hearts, while the other half stemd from the suppression of their bloodlines.
Asuras were called as such because they belonged to the Asura clan.
Now, facing the pressure of the supre King's Bloodline within the Asura clan was unimaginable for ordinary people.
...
The four eyes of Luohu's Incarnation remained tightly shut.
At this mont, it was nothing more than a powerful physical body without consciousness.
Following the birth of Luohu's Incarnation, the Asura's deanor beca increasingly insane, "I beseech the Asura King Luohu to descend and split his soul!"
Such ticulous planning to create an incarnation with Luohu's bloodline was all for this mont.
Using the unique thods of the Demon Race, the Asura King Luohu's Soul Split would transcend spatial limits and descend upon the Human Race's domain, then make use of Luohu's Incarnation to resurrect the Asura King Luohu in the form of a Demon Child.
Clack clack clack clack clack clack!
As the Asura's thoughts moved, consecutive sounds of crystal shattering arose.
At this mont, all the black crystals within the Formation Map beneath him shattered violently, releasing a thick black fog that was nearly solidified.
All the black fog, once erged, scrambled frantically to burrow into the Asura's body.
As if under imnse pressure, the Asura's clothes burst open on the spot, revealing his upper body with cyan-black skin.
Terrifying blood vessels bulged on his body, snaking over the Asura's entire body like earthworms; densely packed, twisting Demonic Patterns appeared on the Asura's flesh, emitting a sinister black radiance.
The next instant, the Asura's entire form began to swell and mutate at a rapid pace, and his back bulged with four tumor-like protrusions, from which four misshapen arms grew out abruptly.
Ahhhhhh...
Even in his true form, the Asura could not suppress the deep, oppressive wails he emitted, as if he were an evil spirit being tortured on a mountain of knives and a sea of fire in hell, filled with imnse pain. Along with the wails, streams of crimson fire spray continuously from his mouth.
Despite such pain, the Asura's expression was weirdly filled with a sickly joy, and in the end, it seed as though he reached a euphoric climax, trembling incessantly.
Trembling.
The Asura's body trembled slightly and continuously.
Bang!
Finally, one of the many protruding blood vessels on the Asura's body burst open.
Drops of black blood fell to the ground.
An extrely demonic and strange light began to flicker.
In those flickers, within the indistinct shadows behind the Asura, a twisted Soul Shadow gradually solidified.
It was a Soul Shadow that resembled the mold of Luohu's Incarnation, with a blue-black complexion that was extrely ugly, having four eyes, four arms, and eight intertwining snake tails.
The mont the Soul Shadow appeared, the insolent and sinister Asura imdiately knelt deeply on the ground, uttering respectfully, "King Luohu."
"Is this the Human Race's domain?" Luohu opened his four eyes, his gaze cold and haughty, treating the Asura as if he were nothing. He looked up at the sky, at Luohu's Incarnation in the Blood Pool, revealing a sinister smile, "Is this the physical body I am to use? How weak this bloodline power is."
Luohu's voice was very cold, chilling to the bone.
Luohu, one of the Demon Race's many kings.
Such a terrifying existence, in such a manner, crossing over the iron wall barrier of Heavenly River City to descend into the Human Race's territory—what a horrifying event!
"Co!" A voice filled with demonic power issued from the mouth of Luohu, his blue-black pupils emanating a faint light.
The next mont, Luohu's Soul Shadow burst forth from the black Radiance, shooting straight toward Luohu's Incarnation in the sky.
Whoosh!
A sharp and insubstantial black needle abruptly appeared at this mont, shooting towards the soul shadow of Luohu.
This was the Soul Devouring Needle, a high-rank Spirit Art designed specifically to target the divine soul. Attacking the soul split of Luohu, who lacked the protection of a physical body, should have been quite effective.
However, under the attack of the Soul Devouring Needle, Luohu's soul shadow rely flickered slightly, with no significant fluctuations occurring, while the black needle disintegrated as if hitting a stone with an egg. Enjoy more content from empire
The montum of Luohu's soul shadow was undiminished, utterly unaffected by this attack, and it rged at great speed into the incarnation of Luohu within the Blood Pool.
"Sigh..." Qi Yuan, who had unleashed the Soul Devouring Needle Spirit Art to intercept Luohu's soul shadow, saw the light fade from his face.
His timing had been extrely clever, yet it still had no effect whatsoever.
At this mont, it seed the overall situation was settled, and even Lu Qingshan felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
This isn't right!
Lu Qingshan's eyes widened in frustration as he stared at the sky, where Luohu's incarnation was on the verge of revival.
Everything went too smoothly, far too smoothly.
The Netherworld had initiated the Corpse Puppet Chaos three months ahead of schedule, so why did everything proceed so smoothly without a single hiccup?
Could it be that his own arrival had a negative butterfly effect, causing the Netherworld to have everything prepared three months in advance, perfectly set up?
"Die!" Lin Lang refused to give up so easily and burst forth once again. The Spiritual Power within his body poured out generously. The Magic Artifact of Yuanming Mountain imdiately flashed with dazzling thunder, and the vast strength spread out in ripples, filling a large area of space with the eerie aura of thunder.
The Yuanming Mountain Magic Artifact rolled with might towards the incarnation of Luohu in the Blood Pool.
This ti, a dense blood light erupted from the incarnation of Luohu, once again sending the Yuanming Mountain Magic Artifact flying away.
The outco remained unchanged.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lin Lang still wouldn't give up, repeatedly urging the Yuanming Mountain to bombard the incarnation of Luohu, shielded by blood light.
Chu He clenched his teeth and also activated his Magic Artifact, launching an attack at Luohu.
Around the Luohu incarnation, black qi swirled, his face etched with many dense and sinister marks, while strange patterns climbed up his four arms. His four eyes were tightly closed as Demonic Qi surged to the skies.
Lu Qingshan stared unblinkingly at the Luohu incarnation sitting still beneath the blood light shield, like an old monk in ditation, unmoved by everyone's attacks. Yet, a thought suddenly rose in his heart.
Could it be?
After eliminating all the wrong answers, the remaining possibility had to be the correct one.
Since all the steps required for Luohu's reincarnation had been carried out smoothly and accurately, it ant that all the prior phases were flawless.
The expected error, then, could only possibly occur in this last remaining step.
The fusion of Luohu's soul split with Luohu's incarnation!
It must be so.
Luohu's intention to descend into the Human Race realm through Blood Pool Reincarnation essentially entailed the technique of creating an incarnation.
The art of creating an incarnation has always been one of the top and extrely difficult Divine Skills to master.
For Luohu to have an incarnation of his own could not be that easy.
From shaping a suitable physical body, to creating a soul split, and then allowing the soul split to traverse unimaginable distances to descend here and rge with the crafted body—the series of processes involved were all extrely challenging, requiring stringent conditions and thorough preparation.
The Netherworld had been preparing for a full century before taking action.
However, in the final step of the soul body rger, Lu Qingshan had not witnessed any auxiliary asures provided by the Netherworld.
And indeed, the fusion of Luohu's soul split with his incarnation had been unsuccessful for a long ti.
Recalling how Luohu's soul split faced Qi Yuan's Soul Devouring Needle attack without summoning any protective asures, and rely relied on the strength of the soul body to withstand that blow,
Lu Qingshan beca slightly more certain of his speculation.
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