Chapter Five: The Cycle of Life and Death

  Wang Gan was shocked, and this shock was not trivial. These young disciples of the Yuan Sect had accidentally guessed his existence and even revealed a terrifying piece of information: in this world, zombies were a kind of creature that was completely demonized, almost everyone's target for criticism and attack. How could Wang Gan not be anxious and frightened?

  So he suddenly exposed his murderous intentions and secretly sentenced these people to death.

  "Poor me, in my previous life I was just an ordinary student, with little chance of even killing a chicken. Now I have to kill people, but what can I do? Can't stretch out my neck and let others chop it off! That Wang Qi is the most formidable, his pure yang energy is extremely thick, he must be the strongest. The first one I need to kill is him, otherwise if they escape, I'll be in trouble!"

  Wang Gan's eyes turned blood red, as if they had pierced through the thick layers of the earth, and deeply saw the figure of Wang Qi.

  With a thought, Wang Qian's body seemed to merge into the vast earth like flowing water, leaving no shadow or trace, making it impossible for even ghosts and gods to see him. This was the innate divine ability of zombies - Earth Escape, which was far more brilliant than the ordinary five-element escape techniques in the Cultivation Realm.

  A group of Tianyuan Sect's genius disciples were still discussing and speculating, their faces pale with worry. However, no one noticed that Wang Qian, the dark assassin, was hiding in the ground less than five zhang away from them. Five zhang, what a short distance it is! For cultivators, it's almost an infinitesimally small moment, enough to cover this distance in the blink of an eye.

  Wang Qianyun turned the Xuan Gong, letting his own breath sink infinitely into stillness, entering a deep and profound state of extinction. All life fluctuations were covered up seamlessly, only through sensitive divine consciousness probing.

  "It's now!"

  Wang Qian felt that after the several Tianyuan Sect disciples had discussed, they were about to carefully search inside this underground mausoleum when they were no longer as vigilant as before, and the spiritual energy radiating from their bodies had dimmed.

  Hiss!

  A flash of dark light flashed through the underground space, like a deadly assassin, making a thrilling strike. In the boundless darkness, it harvested life's gloom and in an instant, pierced Wang Qi's dantian. The violent power burst out completely within his body, and the golden elixir was thoroughly shattered before it could even react.

  At this time, a faint cry of despair echoed through the air, shocking all directions.

  "Ah!"

  Wang Qi's eyes suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and then dimmed down. His eyes were filled with a strong sense of unwillingness, disbelief, doubt, and all sorts of complex emotions, causing Wang Gan to lose his composure for a moment. He had never discovered that a person could reveal such complex and rich emotions before dying.

  "Big Brother!"

  "Not good, someone is launching a sneak attack!"

  Wang Gan was also resolute and determined, once he made up his mind, he would stop at nothing, being ruthless and merciless.

  Among the shock of all Tianyuan Sect disciples, his figure emerged from the darkness, like a god of death, like a demon god, holding a giant divine halberd, relying on boundless power to continuously swing the divine weapon in his hand.

  Pfft!

  A series of metallic sounds echoed through the air as body after body fell to the ground.

  It was too fast, incredibly fast, Wang Qian's movements were like thunder and lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react. Without a word, he coldly slaughtered everyone, and in an instant, the six or seven Tianyuan Sect disciples who had entered the underground palace with him, regardless of whether they were surnamed Wang, Li, or Xu, all died at his hands.

  Looking at the corpses on the ground, it wasn't until now that Wang Gan fully came back to his senses. He looked at his handiwork - the bodies scattered all over the ground, the flowing blood, and felt a wave of dizziness. If he weren't in his current undead state, he might have vomited profusely.

  "I've killed someone!"

  "Hmph, what's the big deal about killing? In this world, all living things are born to die, it's just the way of nature. How many people can have eternal and unchanging life, infinite time? Heaven is not benevolent, treating all creatures as straw dogs!"

  As his mind fluctuated, Wang Qian's spirit went from confusion to clarity, and finally, a mighty aura emanated from him, feeling only that his spirit was clear and his soul was refreshed, as if his spiritual cultivation had made another breakthrough.

  "Alright, this cultivator's cultivation; refining the false to cultivate the true, exchanging and cultivating life, harmonizing dragon and tiger, is originally the sublimation of flesh and soul. I broke through my heart knot, naturally my cultivation has made some progress!"

  In a brief moment, Wang Qian's understanding of cultivating immortality and refining the Tao deepened once again.

  With a flick of his finger, a red glow appeared in his hand, which was the refined corpse fire within his body. The alchemy and equipment were all incinerated, and nothing could withstand it. When it fell on these Tianyuan Sect disciples, their corpses were instantly burned to ashes.

  The storage bags on the disciples' bodies were collected, and Wang Qian's figure disappeared without a trace. The dark underground returned to calmness once again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion, except for several lives that would forever remain there.

  Wang Qian quietly left and never dared to return to the underground palace again. From the performance of several disciples of Tianyuan Sect, it has become a place of right and wrong, and it is no longer suitable for his existence.

  As expected, when he quietly emerged from the foot of a great mountain, he found that the horizon was filled with brilliant rays of light, like shooting stars breaking through the sky, flying straight towards the mountain range where he was.

  "Good grief, so many cultivators, and the aura of many of them is suffocating me. Luckily I left early, otherwise I'd be in danger of being eliminated by now."

  Wang Gan's mind was still reeling from the shock, and he felt even more strongly that his current state made him a complete outcast in this world. If he were to be discovered, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  Heterogeneous cultivation, such as various flying birds and beasts, rely on luck to open up spiritual intelligence, swallow the essence of the sun and moon, achieve a demon body, and go through countless hardships and difficulties along the way. It can be said that it is extremely difficult, and in the end, only one in ten can survive.

  Wang Gan's current undead body was even more abandoned by all living beings outside the Three Realms and Six Paths, like a rootless duckweed, a creature between life and death. Compared to the cultivation of alien species, it was even more so. From the brief experience just now, Wang Gan's mind had already been turbulent, and in an instant, he had turned over countless thoughts.

  "Life, death, what is life, what is death, or perhaps between life and death?"

  Wang Qian lay dormant, merging with the dark night, never revealing a single trace, constantly thinking about his next path in his heart.

  "Alright, the red dust and white bones, flesh and blood will also become skulls. The great way of the world is originally profound and mysterious, even if one reverses life and death, it's all within a fleeting thought!"

  Wang Qian was ordinary in his past life, but after transmigrating, he suddenly had his own understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth, as if everything he did was ordained by fate.

  He kept thinking, in his mind, the golden red corpse Dan was burning with infinite light, like a great Buddha, suddenly enlightened, and countless information about the secret of immortality flowed through his heart.

  In a flash of insight, he finally discovered a mysterious and profound technique called the Great Reincarnation Technique. This technique seized the creative power of heaven and earth, invaded the mysteries of the sun and moon, and could actually allow his zombie body to transform between life and death, truly a profound and wondrous gate.

  "Life is resplendent, death is obscure, life and death in a single thought, revolving endlessly!"

  Wang Qian spoke the truth, his hands waving, and in an instant, he formed countless mysterious seals. His eyebrows furrowed, as if enduring immense pain, and his pupils suddenly turned a deep crimson, as if containing a bloody world within.

  At this time, an inconceivable change was taking place within his body, and even Wang Qian, who had examined the secret art, could not fully anticipate it.

  Only to see the countless meridians and blood holes in the body, trembling non-stop, a stream of crimson true yuan, constantly surging from all parts of the body, flowing back into the sea of consciousness, merging into the bright light of the corpse dan. The originally golden-red corpse dan had its red color suddenly fade away, leaving only endless golden light, like a huge sun hanging in the divine court's sea of consciousness.

  In an instant, yet seemingly an eternity later, the grand spell of reincarnation finally came to an end.

  "Ah!"

  Wang Gan let out a long sigh, and two murky red death auras shot out of his nostrils like two mournful blood arrows. Wherever the aura passed, the ancient trees in the forest where he was standing withered and died, all vitality being corroded away.

  "Finally, I've once again felt the breath of life. It's no wonder that this secret art of mine can turn the wheel of life and death. This great divine ability is actually something that can be created. Although I can wield it, the underlying principles are completely shrouded in darkness and emptiness, not a single bit of understanding."

  With a sigh, Wang Gan immediately checked his current body and felt a wave of weakness.

  Sealing the zombie body, Wang Qian now has a godly sense that can be used compared to the foundation-building monk, and he has become an ordinary mortal. However, his body has been tempered by the Supreme Refining Body Technique in the Undead Scripture, becoming incredibly powerful and gifted with extraordinary abilities, not entirely useless after all.

  "Hmm, having cast the Life and Death Cycle Secret Art, if I weren't an immortal cultivator from the Undying Realm, probably no one would be able to see through my tracks. Now it's finally a bit safer."

  Wang Gan sighed silently in his heart and stopped paying attention to the hustle and bustle of the Mingyu Mountains. He walked straight out of the mountain, leaving behind the underground mausoleum with only some mundane objects that were worth a fortune but had little use for cultivators like him. When he became a powerful figure on the Tianyuan Continent one day, he could return to claim them.

  On this road, Wang Qian was overjoyed in his heart, looking at the several storage bags in his hand, and his mouth was crooked with a smile. These days, the disciples of the Tianyuan Sect were all big rich men, and the spirit stones inside added up to tens of thousands. There were also various elixirs, talismans, and mysterious symbols, which were too numerous to count at a glance. Moreover, among them, he found several flying swords with flashing lights, extremely sharp, each one was a top-grade flying sword, reaching the level of a top-grade spiritual instrument. He felt even more that this killing and robbing treasure was simply an overnight wealth, but didn't know that his own luck was also good. Among these people, Wang Qi's identity was extraordinary, and it was his first time going down the mountain to practice, so his family elders were worried that he would encounter accidents, and gave him countless resources. This time, all of them benefited Wang Qian.

  Not to mention Wang Qian's silent departure, those cultivators who were startled by the strange phenomenon in the Mingyu Mountains and arrived at the underground mausoleum were so disappointed that they dug three feet into the ground, only to find nothing. They were frustrated and helpless, and eventually left with a sullen face.

  Tianyuan Sect received the news from Wang Qi, three elders of Yuantai Realm crossed the sky with their swords, after arriving, they used a secret method to sense, but did not find any Tianyuan Sect disciples.

  "Wang Changlao, Wang Qi and their group of disciples should have arrived by now according to reason, why is there not even a hint of them?"

  An old man wearing a cyan long gown, with his eyes slightly closed, his vast divine sense stirred in all directions, but ultimately found nothing, and finally opened his mouth to ask.

  This Elder Wang is Wang Qi's grandfather, a top-notch expert in the late Yuan Dynasty, but now his face is ashen and he doesn't say a word. With his cultivation at the Yuan level, his mind is naturally keen, and since he and Wang Qi are close relatives, there is a connection between them through their bloodline, but this connection has now completely disappeared.

  There are only two possibilities, one is that Wang Qi is now more than a thousand miles away from him, and this feeling naturally becomes weaker. The other is that Wang Qi has already died, the life mark disappears, and the so-called blood connection also does not exist.

  He already had a bad premonition in his heart.

  Buzz!

  The elder Wang held a cyan jade slip in his hand, emitting a faint glow. He closed his eyes to sense it, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly shot out a shocking killing light, piercing through the void. A majestic aura burst forth from his body, with fierce winds raging and sharp sword energy scattering everywhere, stunning and terrifying.

  "Big Brother Wang, what's this?"

  The other elders were only in the early stages of their cultivation, and compared to Elder Wang, the gap was not small. Feeling the aura emanating from him also made one's heart skip a beat.

  "No need to look anymore. The disciples of Tianyuan Sect who came earlier, all have died. The soul jade slips they left in the sect have been shattered!"

  Wang Changlao spoke and his expression turned icy cold. In an instant, he mounted his sword and flew away, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

  The other two elders also changed their faces and sighed before leaving.