The runes on the door writhed and recombined wildly, emitting ear-piercing screams—wails of the rules being forced to be twisted and torn apart.
Zhan E suddenly stood up, his gray eyes fixed on the center of the door.
A small crack slowly appeared in the center of the bone gate that was once perfectly closed.
The crack was initially only the thickness of a hair, but it quickly widened, becoming a foot wide, then a zhang wide in the blink of an eye finally forming a gap large enough for an ordinary person to pass through.
Inside the gap, instead of a view of the palace beyond the door, there was a deep gray-white vortex.
The vortex spun slowly, each rotation distorting the space around it and emitting a terrifying suction force that sent chills down the spine.
Then, a figure emerged from the vortex.
He was an eight feet tall man, with a slim and upright build. He wore dark red scaly armor that fit closely to his body, with strange gray and white patterns flowing across the surface of the armor plates.
Its six large, thick wings were still intact, each tip burning with vivid crimson flames, and deep within those flames, faint grey-white runes could be seen flickering.
His face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to the Soul Eater, but was colder and more perfect, like a statue meticulously sculpted by a craftsman.
The once deep green eyes had now turned pure grey-white, with no pupils or whites of the eyes, only two slowly rotating grey-white vortices, so deep that they seemed to devour all light.
What was most striking was his left arm, the part that had been cut off by David, which had now grown back.
The new arm was no different from the original, with even smoother scales and sharper fingertips. The only difference was the presence of a grayish-white line on the skin that ran from the shoulder to the wrist, like some kind of seal or channel for the flow of energy.
He stepped out of the vortex, his feet landing on the bone-like surface with a dull thud.
The gate of reincarnation slowly closed, the vibrations subsided, the fire extinguished, and everything returned to normal.
The figure stood still, its gray eyes slowly turning around before finally fixing on Zhan E.
Then, he knelt down on one knee, head lowered, his voice mechanical and monotonous, without any emotion: “Master.”
A glimmer of almost irresistible ecstasy flashed in Zhan’s gray-white pupils.
He slowly stepped forward, walked towards the kneeling figure, raised his wrinkled fingers, and gently touched the person’s forehead, cheeks, and shoulders as if he was examining a newly completed work of art.
“Perfect too perfect”
Zhan E muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
He could feel the power contained in this body—the power that had preserved the entire first-level peak cultivation foundation of Venerable Soul Eater.
Even after being refined and reshaped in the Land of Reincarnation, his physical strength and energy purity were even better than before.
More importantly, he could feel a close and completely obedient “connection” between himself and this body.
Just like the connection between the arm and the brain, with just one thought, the body will execute it unconditionally, without the slightest hesitation, resistance, or even the question of why.
The perfect killing tool, practically invincible below the True Immortal Realm.
“stand.”
While holding back his excitement, Zhan E said calmly.
The figure rose and stood silently to one side, lifeless as a statue.
His posture was straight and stiff, every joint in the standard combat ready position, his gray eyes staring straight ahead, waiting for his next command.
“From today, your name is’Soul Devouring Puppet’.”
Zhan E slowly walked up to the Soul Devouring Puppet, his gray-white eyes staring directly at the empty gray-white vortex, “I order you to lead all the Soul Hunters of the Evil Path Hall and patrol the Twelve Heavens.”
His tone gradually turned cold, containing an indisputable authority: “Within the Twelve Heavens, all cultivators above the eighth rank of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, regardless of whether they are immortal sect disciples, powerful fugitive cultivators, or reclusive old monsters as long as their soul strength meets the standards, capture them all, take their souls, and send them to the Reincarnation Gate.”
“If there is resistance”
Zhan E paused for a moment, a cruel smile on his lips. “Kill without mercy. Transform their bodies into low-level reincarnation puppets, and take double the number of their souls.”
The vortex in the Soul Devouring Puppet’s gray-white eyes spun a little faster, and it mechanically answered, “Yes, Master.”
“Also,”
Zhan E lowered his voice even further, exuding a terrifying aura, “If we meet anyone who has the Immortal Power of Chaos, the Golden Dragon Bloodline, or the True Fire of Earth we will spare no effort to capture them alive and bring them back.”
He added, “Remember, he must be captured alive. Even if his physical body is destroyed, his soul must remain intact. This person will be of great use to me”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The Soul Devouring Puppet answered again, its voice still completely flat.
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant development occurred for the cultivator in this chapter?
A: The cultivator made substantial progress during a three-month seclusion, deepening their understanding of reincarnation rules and strengthening their connection to a mysterious gate.
Q: How long did the cultivator’s seclusion last?
A: The cultivator’s seclusion lasted for three months, during which they focused on refining their cultivation.
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