After experiencing two lifetis and traversing the Three Realms, Zheng Yi understood one truth.
Everyone is an independent individual; there’s no one you can rely on except your own fists and strength.
In the Cultivation Realm, countless families vie for supremacy, rely taking this desire and raw power struggle to the extre.
People from the mountains and those in the valleys are, at their core, just people, unable to escape the seven emotions and six desires, unable to escape the entanglents of interests.
At this mont, under his relentless refining, the layers of human skin covering the canopy above were processed, flowing with peculiar runes and emitting a faint, eerie white glow.
Boundless mysterious and sinister power surged forth, as the black mist billowed, sending out a suffocating coldness.
The raging Yin wind howled over the gray sky of Tai Mountain City, the surging Yin Qi seemingly controlled by so mysterious power, pouring into the black mist all at once.
The turbulence within the black mist grew increasingly intense. As all the white bones and human skins integrated into it, the turbulent black mist gradually cald down.
Zheng Yi’s gaze also gradually cald, his eyes returning to their original clarity, watching the cluster of black mist as if it were condensing, his expression grave.
At this point, he extended his hand and beckoned, instantly stirring up a fierce wind, forming a vortex of endless black mist.
From the vortex, a King of Nightmares that seed both like a horse and a flood dragon, stepping on Hellfire, let out a resounding scream, leaping out.
That King of Nightmares had fused with nurous Five Yin Hide Horses, having long grown into a giant behemoth.
Having absorbed a significant amount of dense Yin Qi, transforming it into its origin, it stood seven to eight zhang tall, thirteen to fourteen zhang long, resembling a small mountain. Its head like a noble horse, yet carrying a few features of a flood dragon’s ferocity, its body burning with pitch-black flas, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
This terrifying monster neighed incessantly toward the sky, its sound reverberating back and forth across the sky of Tai Mountain City.
A mont later, it ceased its cry, lowering its fierce dragon head that seed both like a horse and a flood dragon, exhaling a massive sulfur-like breath from its large nostrils, slowly looking toward Zheng Yi, with wild radiance gleaming in its red pupils.
Zheng Yi patted its body, a smile appearing on his face, then slowly spoke.
"Go, complete your new cycle of evolution, fulfill your unfinished mission."
"Xīlǜlǜ..."
As if understanding Zheng Yi’s words, the King of Nightmares roared furiously towards the sky once more, excitent evident in its voice.
Then, casting one more crimson-eyed glance at Zheng Yi, it turned without looking back, stepping into the darkness with its four hooves, charging fiercely into the gigantic, unfinished black mist of the ghost palanquin.
Rumble!
At the very instant the King of Nightmares crashed into the black mist, its massive body disintegrated instantly, transforming into so mysterious origin, beginning a marvelous fusion with the entire ghost palanquin.
The sound of a colossal thunderous roar suddenly erged from the black mist, like a train rolling across the sky.
Amidst the roaring boom, as if a gigantic behemoth was charging out of the black mist, the terrifying impact stirred up waves of violent air currents, creating high tides that slamd fiercely downward in all directions.
The entire sky was torn apart by the dreadful shockwave, and above Tai Mountain City, a giant rift was directly ripped open by this formidable force.
The howling Yin wind poured downward from the darkness, the sharp whistle of the wind haunting like the roars of terrifying ghosts, echoing across the entire sky.
’Boom’ with a loud explosion, a gigantic behemoth finally charged out of the black mist.
This is a gigantic White Bone Palanquin completely constructed from white bones, reaching a height of four zhang, with a matching length and width of over three zhang, topped with a circle of ghastly white skulls. The hollow eye sockets emanated a suffocating darkness.
On its four sides rose high spikes of white bone, with the canopy heavily decorated with human skin.
"The initial form is complete, next is the final step of the Creation Technique..."
Zheng Yi, satisfied, looked at the behemoth before him, then, after a brief pause, slowly took a step forward and spoke.
"Blood Sacrifice, Spirit Fusion!"
He chanted esoteric and incomprehensible incantations, simultaneously extending his right hand, from which a split appeared in his palm, with an endless stream of blood seeping out, like a Blood River, frantically rging into the gigantic White Bone Palanquin before him.
In just a mont, Zheng Yi’s face turned pale. The loss of such a large amount of blood caused even his physique to feel severely depleted and empty.
Feeling it was about done, Zheng Yi withdrew his right hand, the wound on his palm slowly squird, like a child’s mouth, healing in a mont as if it had never been injured.
Yet the pallor on his face, his unstable footing, even gave him a drowsy feeling.
This was the final step; without it, there could be no spiritual connection.
Zheng Yi quickly retrieved top-grade Spirit dicine from his Storage Pouch to replenish Primordial Qi and Essence Blood, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes for ditation.
After a while, he finally felt sowhat better; his face no longer as pale as before, showing a tinge of blood color.
Zheng Yi slowly opened his eyes, the Blood Mist surrounding the White Bone Palanquin had already been absorbed by it, and Zheng Yi felt that the connection between them grew increasingly tight, while the gigantic human skin canopy seed to be soaked in blood, turning into a bizarre vermilion red.
This was exactly as Zheng Yi envisioned in his mind, completely matching the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin, which was the flawless creation embodint in the Five Yin True Monarch’s Creation Technique.
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