All Chapters of The Secret of The Demonic Artifact: Chapter 701
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The Army of the Living Dead – Part ii
Mo Zhengsheng himself was utterly shocked by the supernatural display unfolding before his eyes. His own robes, embroidered with the golden phoenix that marked his rank, seemed to lose their luster in the presence of such darkness.His eyes widened in disbelief as the undead creature appeared out of nowhere and attacked Han Shan with ease. Though fear gripped his heart like ice-cold claws, he knew he couldn't stand idly by while his subordinate faced such horror.Quickly, he whistled loudly, signaling the other eight cultivators to attack with the sharp note that cut through the night air. "Unite! Let's eliminate that undead creature! It's alone; it can't possibly defeat us!" Mo Zhengsheng shouted, trying to boost his comrades' morale with words that rang hollow against the supernatural threat.The eight cultivators immediately moved, surrounding the living corpse with their weapons drawn in a formation they had practiced countless times. However, behind the corpse's empty eyes, there
Chaos in Biramaki City - Part I
The Hadarac Desert was shrouded in thick silence after the events of a few moments ago, its endless dunes stretching like a sea of golden shadows under the pale moonlight. The night wind carried whispers of ancient secrets, rustling through the scattered bones of long-dead travelers.A figure resembling a human but with bat-like features threw an amulet into the air, the jade talisman glowing with crimson runes that pulsed like a beating heart. In an instant, a massive explosion shook the area, shattering the night's silence with the force of a thousand thunderclaps.Suddenly, two winged demonic creatures emerged from the swirling dust, their eyes burning like twin stars of malevolence. The acrid smoke parted like curtains before their imposing forms.They were two massive black eagles, their muscular bodies adorned with wide-spanning wings, emanating an aura of darkness that sent shivers down the spine. Each feather gleamed like polished obsidian, and their talons were as sharp as le
Chaos in Biramaki City - Part II
"No matter what, I must see how my father is doing in Biramaki City!" His heart was set, and he walked out of the cave with confident steps. Each footfall echoed with the weight of filial duty and the thunder of approaching destiny.As Rong Tian's figure floated out of the cave's height, the image of his father lingered in his mind. The memories of his father, who must be suffering from his departure from the residence of Vice Minister Zhao Ming, continued to haunt his thoughts like ghosts refusing to cross to the underworld.The night air carried the scent of dry earth and distant storms, reminding him of his father's gentle wisdom. Time moved like a river, but love flowed like an eternal spring that no drought could dry."Perhaps my father thinks I'm dead!" he thought as he walked toward the ancient cemetery. The possibility struck his heart like lightning splitting an ancient tree."Regardless, something is off! I feel this is a conspiracy by the people at the Deputy Minister's res
The Commotion in Biramaki City – Part III.
"Sect leader Tian... please come out. Hear your servant's report..." Mo Zhengsheng's voice echoed through the ancient stone courtyard of the Pure Sky Sect, his weathered hands trembling as they gripped the bronze alarm bell. Morning mist swirled around his travel-worn robes like restless spirits.The thunderous ringing of the ceremonial bell shattered the dawn tranquility, its resonance bouncing off the jade-tiled rooftops and towering pavilions. Disciples and elders emerged from their meditation chambers, their silk robes rustling against the morning breeze as they hurriedly gathered in the courtyard.The previously serene atmosphere transformed into one of tension and urgency, filled with hushed whispers that carried the weight of unspoken fears. Curious glances darted between the assembled crowd like sparks from a forge.From behind the vermillion doors of the main hall, Elder Duan Meng stepped forth with the authority of a mountain. His face burned crimson with righteous fury, whi
The Commotion in Biramaki City – Part IIV.
Mo Zhengsheng cast one final glare at Duan Meng, his eyes promising future retribution when the tables turned. Then he turned with wounded dignity and began his departure from the courtyard that had rejected his desperate plea.The gathered crowd beyond the ornate fence erupted into chaotic murmurs like disturbed hornets swarming from their nest. Many hearts filled with sympathy for Mo Zhengsheng's plight, witnessing his rejection despite his clear desperation for assistance in his hour of need.However, opposing voices rose from another faction within the crowd, their expressions bright with malicious joy at witnessing his public humiliation. The satisfaction of seeing the mighty brought low danced in their eyes like flames consuming dry kindling."That serves as a well-deserved lesson for Mo Zhengsheng's recent arrogance!" declared one disciple, his voice carrying the sharp edge of mockery that cut through the morning air. "Lately, his pride has swollen beyond all reasonable bounds,
The Night of the Attack.
The young man sat cross-legged in the dark and damp cave, a place that had long served as his sanctuary in the treacherous Abyss of Suffering. The dim light from the oil lamp flickered against the rough stone walls, casting dancing shadows that moved like restless spirits across the ancient rock formations.Before him lay an old book whose leather cover had been worn smooth by countless years of handling. The musty scent of aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the dampness that clung to every surface of the cave.The book contained the sacred legacy of the demonic cultivation heir, a precious inheritance he had studied with unwavering dedication since discovering this hidden refuge. Each page whispered secrets of power that could either elevate a cultivator to immortality or destroy them completely.Rong Tian flipped through the yellowed pages with reverent care, his keen eyes scanning every word and mystical symbol inscribed there. The candlelight illuminated his focused expr
The Night of the Attack – Part II.
Young Soul Stage brings the development of a nascent soul, which functions as a second spiritual body capable of existing independently. Their lifespan becomes even more extended, typically reaching one thousand to two thousand years of life.The Eternal Stage grants cultivators unlimited longevity when they reach this pinnacle of achievement, enabling them to live for ten thousand years or even achieve true immortality. This represents the highest possible achievement in the endless journey toward transcendence of mortality.Within each major stage, there exist five distinct levels of mastery and understanding. These are designated as the initial level, the growth level, the advancement level, the maturation level, and the peak level of achievement.When a cultivator reaches the peak level of any stage, they are prepared to attempt breakthrough and advance to the next stage of cultivation. However, each breakthrough carries the risk of qi deviation and potential death.Rong Tian curr
Absolute Victory- Part I.
“There’s no one here. We’ve been here for the duration of a joss stick. Where are the undead you mentioned?” Elder Duan Meng’s expression was gloomy, his face as cold as jade.With a sneer on his lips, his eyes narrowed sharply as he glared at Mo Zhengsheng with disdain, causing Mo Zhengsheng's heart to sink.The disciples of the Pure Sky Tao Sect standing behind him also cast disdainful glances. The bone-chilling night air of the Hadarac Desert made everyone feel uneasy.How much better it would be to choose to lie under a thick blanket, enjoying the warmth after a day of intense training within the sect.However, now they were forced to stand in the middle of the dark desert, waiting for something that might only be a figment of Mo Zhengsheng's imagination, so many of them glanced at him with contempt."Yes, that's right. We've been here for almost an hour, but not a single undead has appeared. Did you really experience that? Or is this just a trick of yours?" Elder Fan Liu, who was
Absolute Victory- Part II.
The situation descended into chaos. No one was prepared to face the army of undead whose strength far exceeded their expectations.The usually calm and disciplined cultivators now looked panicked, their steps disordered, and their defenses beginning to crumble.“Look at the sword!” Elder Duan Meng suddenly shouted, throwing an amulet into the sky.The amulet exploded in a flash of green light, transforming into a large, glittering jade sword. The sword looked heavy, but its movements were so swift it seemed to have a life of its own.“Kill that cursed undead!” Duan Meng commanded in a loud voice. He spat spiritual energy toward the jade sword. In an instant, the jade sword shot forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye.SRRT!The body of one of the undead creatures was split in two, collapsing onto the sandy ground and remaining motionless. Duan Meng smiled triumphantly, his face radiating victory. “Just a simple demonic technique—how dare you try to oppose the Pure Sky Sect!”How
Two Years Later.
Following the catastrophic events in the Hadarac Desert, the defeat of the Pure Sky Tao Sect had shaken the martial arts world in the capital city of Biramaki. The very foundations of righteous cultivation seemed to tremble like leaves in an autumn storm.The name of the mysterious figure known as the Bat King echoed everywhere, becoming the topic of conversation on everyone's lips. From merchant stalls to noble pavilions, his legend spread like wildfire across dry grassland.From dawn to dusk, there was nothing more exciting to talk about than the epic battle between the Bat Demon, nicknamed the Black Bat King, and the Pure Sky Tao Sect. The tale grew more terrifying with each telling, as rumors have a way of feeding on fear itself.In every corner of the city, from the bustling wine stalls with their red lanterns swaying in the breeze to the quiet tea houses where steam rose from delicate porcelain cups, the name echoed. Even in places of entertainment and houses of pleasure, where