Xie Wujiu Releases Nine Divine Corpses

Xie Wujiu turned around.

Below the Divination Platform, nine ancient stone coffins floated side by side.

Each stone coffin was thirty feet tall.

The coffins were not made of ordinary stone, but a mysterious dark cyan material that resembled both stone and bone.

Their surfaces were covered with ancient sealing runes.

These runes did not belong to any system familiar to later generations of formation masters.

They were older, more brutal, and closer to the engraved rules of some origin of heaven and earth.

The space around the nine stone coffins was slightly distorting.

It was as if what lay inside were not corpses, but nine sealed humanoid volcanoes.

Seeing this, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion instantly turned deathly pale.

"Pavilion Master, are you going to use the Divine Corpses?"

The other elders also retreated in terror.

"You must not!"

"The Divine Corpses are forbidden items from the God Burial. Every activation consumes the Pavilion Master's lifespan!"

"The previous Pavilion Master once said that they must not be opened unless the Pavilion faces the disaster of annihilation!"

Xie Wujiu remained expressionless.

"Is this not the disaster of annihilation?"

The elders were left speechless.

The Crimson Moon Demonic Cult was destroyed.

The Righteous Path Alliance was shattered.

The Great Zhou's allied army of seven hundred thousand was pointing straight at the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

The news of Wang Hao evaporating a Martial God Body with a single palm strike had already spread throughout the entire Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Some thought it was an exaggeration.

Some thought it was a rumor.

But Xie Wujiu knew it was true.

Because the Heavenly Mystery Star Map would not lie.

The blood-red lifeline of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult snapped cleanly the moment Wang Hao struck.

There was not even a struggle.

If Wang Hao was not stopped, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's so-called folded space, mountain-sealing grand formation, and ten thousand years of inheritance would all be torn apart layer by layer into an account book by this tyrant.

Then sealed with strips of paper.

And finally shipped back to Great Zhou for research.

Xie Wujiu understood Wang Hao too well.

For this man, wiping out a sect was not the goal.

Recycling the waste was.

Xie Wujiu walked up to the nine stone coffins, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

"I originally didn't want to use you all."

"After all, every time I use you, I have to pay three thousand years of lifespan."

"But Wang Hao came too fast."

"So fast that my final plan still needs a little more time."

He looked up into the depths of the void.

There, faintly, was a shadow silhouette so massive it defied description.

It had not truly manifested.

Just its blurry edge was enough to dim the starlight of the entire Heavenly Dao Divination Platform.

That thing was wrapped in countless black chains, locked within a sealed space in a higher dimension.

The Divine Corpses in the nine stone coffins were merely nine nails cast down into the mortal realm by that shadow.

The successive Pavilion Masters of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion all knew of its existence.

Yet no one dared to truly awaken it.

Xie Wujiu likewise did not dare.

At least not right now.

"Give me a little more time."

"As long as the ultimate plan is completed, whether it's Wang Hao, Great Zhou, or the entire Eastern Wasteland, they will all be nothing but dust on the chessboard."

Xie Wujiu took a deep breath.

He bit the tip of his tongue.

Pfft!

The first mouthful of his lifeblood essence spurted out, landing on the first stone coffin.

Boom!

The stone coffin trembled violently.

The sealing runes lit up with a ghostly green light.

Pfft!

The second mouthful.

The third mouthful.

The fourth mouthful.

...

After spitting out nine mouthfuls of lifeblood essence.

Xie Wujiu's face no longer had a trace of color.

Several strands of gray quietly appeared in his black hair.

His body hunched slightly.

His originally youthful face also turned into that of a middle-aged man within a few breaths.

The elders of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion watched with their hearts pounding in fear.

This was the burning of lifespan.

This was not an ordinary price.

This was using his own life to feed these nine monsters.

Crack.

The first stone coffin cracked open a slit.

Immediately after.

The second one.

The third one.

The ninth one.

BOOM!!!

The nine coffin lids exploded simultaneously.

Shattered stones flew backward, smashing through the defensive formations at the edge of the Divination Platform.

Nine thirty-foot-tall corpses slowly sat up.

They had the contours of humans.

But they were absolutely not normal humans.

Their skin displayed a bizarre blue-gray hue, like ancient corpses buried underground for tens of millions of years.

Yet their muscles were not withered; instead, they were filled with explosive power, every inch of flesh and blood seemingly compressed from mountains.

They had no breath.

No heartbeat.

Hollow eye sockets.

The next moment, ghostly green ghost fire ignited within the nine pairs of eye sockets.

Boom!

A terrifying aura soared into the sky.

The entire floating city was trembling.

The disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion fell to their knees in swathes, completely unable to withstand this physical coercion that approached the Martial God level.

The most bizarre thing was that a thick black chain pierced through the collarbones of each of the nine Divine Corpses.

The chains were not physical objects.

Half existed in reality, and half submerged into the void.

Whenever the Divine Corpses awakened, a low grinding sound came from deep within the chains.

It sounded like some colossal behemoth sealed on the flip side of the world was slowly turning over.

Xie Wujiu forced himself to stand straight.

His hands formed seals, and nine blood-red Heavenly Mystery Runes flew into the foreheads of the Divine Corpses.

"Go."

"Stop Wang Hao."

"Even if you can't kill him, you must stall him."

"I need time."

The nine Divine Corpses raised their heads simultaneously.

They did not answer.

They merely took a step forward.

Boom!

The space was instantly crushed underfoot.

Nine blue-gray figures broke through the folded space, pierced the sea of clouds, and flew toward the direction of the Great Zhou army outside the Heaven Severing Ridge.

They had no flying techniques.

Nor did they have any skills for riding the wind.

They relied purely on their physical bodies to step on and explode the air, crossing dozens of miles in a single stride.

With every step they landed, the sky looked as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer, rippling out rings of air waves.

The elders of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion watched the direction the nine Divine Corpses left in, both terrified and slightly relieved.

Nine Divine Corpses with physical strength approaching the early stage of the Martial God realm.

After forming the Innate Extinction Formation, they could theoretically seal a peak-stage Martial God.

No matter how strong Wang Hao was, he couldn't possibly be more absurd than a peak-stage Martial God, right?

Xie Wujiu was not so optimistic.

Because he had been slapped in the face by Wang Hao far too many times.

He only said in a low voice, "I hope they can stall him."

"As long as they stall him for seven days."

"No."

"Three days is enough."

He turned and walked into the depths of the Divination Platform.

There stood a black star gate that had never been opened.

Behind the star gate was the true forbidden ground of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

It was also Xie Wujiu's final trump card.

And at the exact same moment the nine Divine Corpses rushed out of the folded space.

Outside the Heaven Severing Ridge.

Wang Hao sat on his war chariot, flipping through the first progress jade slip sent by the Demon-Purging Military Industry Department.

The jade slip was written very rigorously.

The first eight hundred words explained why it was very difficult to produce a sample in three months.

The middle one thousand words hinted that the funding was insufficient.

The final four words were: Earnestly requesting more money.

After reading it, Wang Hao expressionlessly handed it to Wei Zhongxian.

"Find the person responsible for writing this report."

Wei Zhongxian asked in a low voice, "Does His Majesty wish to reward him?"

Wang Hao said, "I want to make sure that from now on, he only writes reports that are under twenty words."

Wei Zhongxian smiled.

"This old servant understands."

At this moment, a screen of light suddenly appeared before Wang Hao's eyes.

[Detected the appearance of nine Ancient Divine Corpses.]

[Main Quest: The Mystery of the God Burial, progress increased to 10%.]

[Quest Hint: Defeat the Divine Corpses and collect the "God Burial Chain Fragments" to unlock the truth behind the Divine Corpses.]

[Warning: The physical strength of the Divine Corpses is extremely high, and they possess the ability to repair themselves using void dark energy.]

Looking at the prompt, Wang Hao's eyes lit up.

New Emperor Sword was squatting nearby, just about to sneak a bite of some unregistered residue, when it was suddenly startled by Wang Hao's gaze, causing its hand to tremble.

"Tyrant, what valuable thing have you discovered this time?"

Wang Hao slowly raised his head and looked at the distant night sky.

"Xie Wujiu has sent a delivery."

New Emperor Sword was taken aback.

"A delivery? Is it food?"

Wang Hao said, "You can't eat it."

New Emperor Sword looked disappointed.

Wang Hao added, "But it can be dismantled."

The New Emperor Sword grew excited again.

"Then can I take a bite of it?"

Wang Hao said indifferently, "Depends on your performance."

The New Emperor Sword instantly unsheathed itself, radiating murderous intent.

"Whoever steals my package, I will fight them to the death!"

Wei Zhongxian looked toward the distant sky.

Deep within the clouds there, nine muffled booms faintly echoed.

It sounded like nine mountains running across the sky.

His expression gradually grew solemn.

"Your Majesty, those who have come do not come with good intentions."

Wang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

"Whether their intentions are good or not is unimportant."

"What is important is that Xie Wujiu has finally started to reveal his trump cards."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"When a person who loves to scheme is forced to stop scheming and start throwing monsters instead..."

"It means he is panicking."

"If he is panicking, then I can rest easy."

The night wind blew across Heaven-Severing Ridge.

The ancient, sharp aura within the sword scars vibrated gently.

It was as if it were waiting for a new great battle.

And in the distance, nine divine corpses shattered the sea of clouds, plummeting toward the Great Zhou military camp.

The disaster had begun.

Late at night.

The Great Zhou military camp stretched for a hundred miles.

An allied army of seven hundred thousand troops was stationed at the eastern foot of Heaven-Severing Ridge, the Black Dragon flags flapping wildly in the night wind.

After the annihilation of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult, the morale in the army was ridiculously high.

Many soldiers even slept with grins on their faces.

After all, they had just personally witnessed a two-thousand-year-old demonic cult being slapped into history by His Majesty.

This gave everyone a false impression.

It was as if the Great Zhou was already invincible in this world.

It was as if as long as the Black Dragon flag still stood, any enemy could be crushed.

Even many of the sect guest elders had relaxed significantly.

Tianji Pavilion?

Very strong.

But no matter how strong they were, could they be stronger than a Martial God Body?

His Majesty had even evaporated the Martial God Body, so what kind of tricks could Tianji Pavilion still pull off?

Holding onto this mentality, many people slept exceptionally soundly over these seven days.

But Wang Hao did not.

Wang Hao never believed that enemies would obediently wait for death.

Especially someone like Xie Wujiu.

People who could deduce the future, endure silently, lay out grand schemes, and treat everyone in the world as chess pieces were the most troublesome.

If this kind of person did not take a bite out of you before dying, it would be a disservice to all the years they spent acting mysterious.

Therefore, after the army set out, Wang Hao raised the defense level to the absolute maximum.

Twelve early warning formations on the outer layer.

Six demon-suppressing formations on the middle layer.

Three military formation blood-qi joint defenses on the inner layer.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower hung in the sky above the central command, its tower doors half-open.

Demigods like the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master, the Ren Family Ancestor, and the Old Master of the Li Family from the Southeast took turns keeping the night watch.

Logically speaking, this kind of defensive configuration was enough to block a surprise attack from an Eighth Realm powerhouse.

Even if a peak Void-Treading Realm expert charged in, they would be bogged down by the formations and then beaten by a group of ancestors until they doubted their very existence.

Unfortunately.

The things that came tonight did not listen to reason.

At a quarter to midnight.

The night was at its darkest.

The first early warning formation suddenly lit up.

Just as the Eastern Depot guard on duty opened his eyes, he saw the distant clouds split apart.

A cyan-gray figure descended from the sky.

It was too fast.

So fast that it did not look like it was flying, but rather like a meteorite smashing down from outer space.

"Enemy attack—"

The shout had just left the guard's mouth.

Boom!!!

That figure had already smashed into the outer edge of the camp.

The first early warning formation shattered on the spot.

Immediately after.

The second.

The third.

The fourth.

Twelve defensive formations, like twelve thin sheets of paper, were forcibly smashed through by the body of that thirty-foot-tall divine corpse.

The runic light screens set up by the formation masters had just risen before they were blown apart by a single punch from the divine corpse.

No technique.

No combat skills.

No flashy spiritual light.

Just a punch.

Simple.

Brutal.

Like a mountain crashing into an egg.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sounds of explosions merged into one.

Before the soldiers on the outer edge of the camp could react, a terrifying shockwave swept past.

Rows of tents were sent flying.

Warhorses whinnied in agony.

Supply carts tumbled.

Hundreds of soldiers were directly sent flying backward, coughing up blood from the blast.

"Form up!"

"Demon-Suppressing Crossbows!"

"Hurry! Enemy attack!"

The Great Zhou Imperial Guards reacted extremely quickly.

Even though they were jolted awake from their sleep, they still managed to assemble in the shortest possible time.

A squad of demon-suppressing crossbowmen knelt on one knee.

Runic arrows were knocked.

A hundred crossbows fired in unison.

Swish swish swish swish!

The runic arrows turned into a black rainstorm, covering the divine corpse.

The divine corpse stopped in the center of the shattered formations and slowly raised its head.

Ghostly green fire burned in its hollow eye sockets.

The next instant.

All the runic arrows hit their mark.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

A dense sound of clashing metal rang out.

The demon-suppressing runic arrows, which were powerful enough to pierce the protective astral qi of an Astral Qi Realm cultivator, only left shallow white marks on the divine corpse's body.

They did not even break the skin.

The crossbowmen's pupils shrank drastically.

"How is this possible?"

The divine corpse took a step forward.

Boom!

The ground collapsed.

It instantly appeared in front of the crossbow formation.

A punch swept across.

Bang!

The air was punched into a visible white shockwave.

The entire hundred-man crossbow formation was like a sandcastle struck by a giant wave, crumbling on the spot.

Shields shattered.

Armor twisted.

Dozens of people flew backward, vomiting blood.

A few others had their internal organs directly shattered by the fist wind, falling into pools of blood, devoid of life.

"Evil creature!"

A furious shout descended from the sky.

A Void-Treading Realm ancestor from a sect was the first to arrive.

He was the Supreme Elder of the Iron Mountain Sect from the Western Regions, with a cultivation at the middle stage of the Void-Treading Realm. His physical body tempering was known to be unbreakable by anyone in the same realm.

Seeing the soldiers being slaughtered at this moment, his eyes turned crimson, his arms became like iron, and an Iron Mountain avatar appeared behind him.

"Iron Mountain Sea-Suppressing Fist!"

The ancestor threw a punch downwards.

The fist astral energy was like a mountain.

Layers of air collapsed.

This punch was enough to shatter a mountain peak.

The divine corpse raised its head, did not even look, and slapped backhand.

Smack!

The fist astral energy of the Iron Mountain Sect's Supreme Elder shattered on the spot.

The man himself flew backward like a kite with a broken string, half of his shoulder caved in, and a palm print was indented into his chest.

He smashed through three tents, his life or death unknown.