The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 786 I am struggling in purgatory just to settle accounts with you!

The way of a funeral scholar is to be born again and die again, to die and be born again!
This draws on the transformation and infection of living things by ominous substances, allowing the dead to communicate and regenerate, but it is also unique and different, and takes a completely new path.

In fact, there are many outstanding people walking on similar paths, with similar directions, but they diverge at the fork in the road.

Youdao Zun opened up the path to the reincarnation seal, which was also death and resurrection, life and death again. However, every time he died and was reborn, after the corpse became spiritual, if he wanted to pave the way for the reincarnation seal in the next life, he needed to start by cutting off the strongest body, starting from scratch, and once again from weak to strong, before it would be complete.

The transformation and assimilation of ominous matter is immediate and effective on the spot. The effect is overbearing and direct, breaking through to a higher level on the spot, but completely erasing the previous incarnation's true self.

The methods used by the master of the funeral and the path he opened were somewhat... moderate.

The more extraordinary you are in life, the higher your starting point will be on this road. You don't need to cut off your own achievements, but you will not be as overbearing and extreme as ominous materials.

There once was a supreme celestial emperor, who met with disaster on his way to rise, his soul sank, leaving only his corpse, and he walked to the fork in the road of the funeral master.

At that time, a living being who practiced the art of undertaker spoke up and asked the corpse to become an undertaker with peace of mind. They were sure that the soul nurtured by such a body must be amazing enough to avenge its predecessor and kill the immortal kings who caused its death.

This was recognized by a Burial King, who believed that with this Ten Evils-level body, it would only take tens or hundreds of millions of years to give birth to a new soul, surpassing all other funeral masters in ancient and modern times!
From this we can see that the more extraordinary one is during his lifetime, not only will his spiritual communication be faster after death, but his starting point will also be higher, and his achievements on the path of a undertaker will also be greater!
This is the case for ordinary undertakers, let alone the pioneers of the undertaker's path today!
The undertaker is the founder and pioneer of this road, and the corpses he buried are similar flowers from ancient times to the present, gathered into one!
In the blood sacrifice of many Immortal Emperors in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Heaven and Earth Furnace was extremely brave and fought with great power of dying together. But facing all this, the Burial Lord did not retreat or escape, but only greeted it with a big laugh, bathing in his own blood. He was going to die, but also to be reborn!

"Death ends everything, but I am reborn in it..."

With a whisper, even greater and more vast waves surged like a raging ocean. The body of the Burial Master kept cracking and repairing itself, but his aura became more and more terrifying, as if he was forcibly stepping onto some unspeakable height, but his stance was not stable, and his Taoism was not complete.

"Bloodline, life mark, the best soil for raising corpses, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time..."

The Burial Master laughed loudly in the torrent of destruction of the furnace of heaven and earth, "The path of sacrifice requires the fire of the great sky, the flame of the ancient universe, to burn away all causes and effects, and to obtain great freedom..."

"My path as an undertaker requires not fire, but earth..."

“Only the most sacred soil, the soil with the most vitality, can give birth to the miracle of new life!”

Although the word "undertaker" is contained in the name of the cultivator, what the cultivators who truly walk on this path pursue and desire is not the nightmare land of Hell.

On the contrary, what they want is the supreme sacred land that can nourish all things.

In this regard, the plateau that Chang Heng Ancient Emperor regarded as supreme fertile land is not suitable for the Burial Master, because the soil has too strong a destructive power.

However, apart from the plateau, where else in this world can one find a truly supreme sacred land?
The plateau won’t work, nor will the floating soil at the four poles…

The supreme divine land in the eyes of the world, such as the soil of all things, becomes useless after reaching a certain level and is not enough to bury corpses.

After all, the realm above the Immortal Emperor, strictly speaking, exceeds the limits of the world, so all kinds of fortunes derived from nature in the world can hardly have any effect on it.

But... haven't you heard that there is always a way out? !
As the saying goes, the long river of time is also a river, and the ancient sky is also fire!

The road to the funeral rites, the supreme sacred land, is not such an inconvenient thing!

The Undertaker set his sights on his "good teammates" and sought advice from them, and the Demon Emperor came into his sight.

"The one who has reached the pinnacle of Tao, sleeps in the eternal unknown, casts the past and present into a coffin, uses blood as soil, and transforms life into soil, to bury it!"

The Undertaker let out a long roar, and the impact of his aura made the whole world wail and tremble at that moment!
His ferocity was fully displayed at this moment!

He stood at the extreme of the great road and took a truly heavyweight step forward that could crush the entire ancient history.

At the same time, there was a subtle echo of banter.

"Thank you all for your accomplishments, your sacrifices, your dedication, and your all-inclusive efforts. You have accomplished this for me..."

"Life and blood are the best soil. In the process of transmission and reproduction, they nourish a little bit of immortal vitality..."

“This is the most sacred soil in the world!”

The Undertaker raised one arm. Although it kept cracking and repairing, and a thin otherworldly light was barely surrounding it, the aura was extremely terrifying. It just swept across and broke the destructive wave of evolution of the furnace of heaven and earth, cracked the stubborn and determined Peerless Tower, and collided with a female emperor, causing her to vomit blood and fall to the end of the world.

All obstacles are cleared away forcefully, and there will be no more obstacles ahead. The last few fish that have escaped the net will eventually be caught!
"Perfect, my Dao fruit, all similar flowers, let me take you to transcendence together!"

The Undertaker's voice boomed, he forced his way onto the bus first, and now he came to buy the ticket, there was no problem at all!

"This time, have we shot ourselves in the foot?"

In the sea of ​​time, blood flowed out, and many immortal emperors who offered sacrifices shed tears of regret. Could it be that they were too clever and calculated, and ended up costing their loved ones their lives?

Reluctant, sad, but helpless.

"We risked everything, put everything on the line, and yet we only created our enemy... How ridiculous!"

"I suddenly understand a little bit. In the past hegemonic era, except for the ten ancient emperors, the moods of the other immortal emperors were so helpless and sad..."

"Even though they are both Immortal Emperors,... Immortal Emperors are completely different..."

This kind of understanding is unforgettable and once experienced, it will be remembered for a lifetime.

Fortunately, it only happened once.

Because, it only takes one time to bankrupt everyone and leave them without the strength to fight back!

"I see."

The Emperor Zhong was facing the butcher, and sighed, "No wonder."

“No wonder the Burial Master chose to stand on the side of the Demon Emperor, waving his flag and shouting, acting like a bootlicker.”

"Is it because there was a plan long ago, not just because of Huang?"

"Right."

"One of you slashed with a knife, and the other cleaned the ground and buried the body. You have killed countless similar flowers in that sea of ​​​​margin. Your heart has long been as cold as iron. How could Huang let you be afraid?"

The Emperor Zhong sighed, "We can stand in the same camp because it is profitable."

"Isn't this normal?" the butcher said calmly, "The world is bustling with people, all for profit. The world is bustling with people, all for profit."

"People in the world are ignorant. They only think that the Demon Emperor is the only one who can lead the three villains. It's all because of the Demon Emperor who is in the front to bear the pressure. The three of us are just slacking off. We have to sit at the same table with the dogs. We are even worse than the dogs."

"But they didn't know that we all have our own unique skills. If we really show them off, who is worse than the other six?" "From the perspective of peak combat power, we are evenly matched!"

"You Jiao, Chang Heng, and Dao Zun are certainly outstanding, but you, Zang Zhu, and Mo Di are not much behind."

"The Demon Emperor is not a person who does business at a loss. Is he able to accept us because he is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see his 'friend' fall from grace?"

"Not at all!"

"He has a vague understanding of our trump card and knows our explosive power. In order to prevent more and stronger opponents, he has formed alliances and cooperated with us as a means of division and bribery. After all, if we are not teammates, we are opponents."

"He even secretly prepared a lot of back-up plans, thinking that he could check and balance us and hold us back..."

The butcher smiled faintly.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what kind of fairy tales are they playing?

"Similar flowers, bloodline reproduction, are prepared for the master of the burial, to restrain and disintegrate... If the master of the burial had not found an extraordinary way to turn mutual restraint into mutual growth, it is possible that he would have really suppressed it."

The butcher shook his head, "As for me, I am not safe either... The path that the evil ancestor took is that the more he kills, the stronger he becomes. This is full of malicious intent, and he doesn't even try to hide it."

"It's a pity that first the Evil Ancestor lost control, and then the Burial Master broke through... The Demon Emperor was half a move behind, alas!"

He sighed and said that the leader back then was really powerful, but if not, he wouldn't have been able to sit in the leader's position, right?

"Is it really a half-step away?"

The Emperor Zhong laughed, "The outcome is still undecided, so let's not talk about victory or defeat..."

……

"who am I?"

A thought is sinking, an endless sinking.

It was originally confused, lost its self, and fell into eternal silence.

But there was a moment of awakening, reviving and waking up in this darkness.

However, it has forgotten everything and is confused, just like a newborn baby.

This is an inexplicable place where you cannot feel the passage of time. It is empty and cold, as if all the worlds have come to an end and returned to their original state.

It is the only light, dim and on the edge of here.

Edge... This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, because here we cannot distinguish time, we cannot grasp space, so how can we say whether it is the edge or not?

However, this ball of light somehow knew that it was at the "edge" and was still moving towards the "center"!
It is progress, or perhaps it can also be said to be falling.

The further it moves forward, the more it falls, the brighter this light becomes, from dim to resplendent.

It's very strange, as if there is a hand pushing it, or something in front of it pulling it, helping it to move forward in this place where there is no front or back, no cause or effect, and all other means are ineffective.

It had a vague premonition that once it reached the "center", it would achieve some terrible transformation that would transcend everything!
This feeling makes it desire it because it is a pursuit that comes from the instinct of life.

But, it also inexplicably made it... fearful?
Because, it seems that it will lose something, perhaps everything?
Entering here has made it forget everything outside of its own perception. If it enters the "center"? Then even "itself" may no longer exist, becoming an unspeakable, supreme Tao image!

But...so what?

The light was quiet in the confusion. It thought and pondered, and felt...it didn't seem like a big deal?
At this moment, it is like a blank piece of paper, empty and nothing, so why should we care about losing anything?
Only with persistence will you have obsession, care about loss, be unable to let go, and not be pure.

Those who practice cultivation in the world always encourage themselves - the body is a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror, always wipe it diligently and do not let it accumulate dust.

But to this ball of light, it is – there is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing originally, so where can dust gather?
However, when it had this "awakening", it inexplicably felt an indescribable... emotion? Perhaps it was the emotion that made it want to stop and resist the pulling force.

This emotion grew stronger and stronger, causing the ball of light to vibrate violently, and finally caused that little thought to roar, "Who am I? Who am I!"

It struggled hard, which seemed to touch something, and then pictures appeared in the light ball, changing and flowing.

——A point of light, evolved from nothingness, fell into the mortal world, and wandered in the cycle of reincarnation, going through thousands and tens of thousands of lifetimes!
This is everything that a living being, a true spirit, has experienced!
Light wants to know who it is, so this inexplicable space fulfills its purpose. It witnesses everything in its thoughts, and as an objective audience, it witnesses its own thousands, tens of thousands, and even all lives!

All that Light wants will be given to it, even buy one and get a thousand free, ten thousand free, or even everything free!
It's like a supreme wishing machine that gives you whatever you want, even double it, super double it!
Want to know who you are?
Don’t even mention “who” you were before you came in, or who you have been in your reincarnations for hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand lifetimes. The answers are all here, and I will give you the feedback on them, without treating everyone equally!
just.

The answer is for you.

Can you still maintain your self and the cognition of your last life?

That is not something this space is responsible for.

The light became calm and silent, without any more fluctuations.

If before this it was calm because of pure ignorance.

At that moment, it seemed as if he was calm because he had taken everything lightly.

Without the ultimate passion, courage, and faith that can transcend the cycle of reincarnation, and without the persistence that cannot be erased or shaken even after thousands of lifetimes, how can one remain fresh and vivid while watching the film through countless reincarnations?
"Come, child...be me, take my place..."

In a trance, it seemed that such words were heard, echoing around this ball of light.

Guang accepted it calmly, set sail again, and headed towards the center.

But, at this moment!
Outside the dark and silent space, something seems to be calling, resonating with this ball of light, and with the picture of countless reincarnations in it, the last life!
"…Bitter leaves! Bitter leaves! Bitter bitter leaves!"

The calling sound was so small at first that it was difficult to hear.

But gradually, the shouting became louder and deafening, stirring up the light, making the dead silence of the self-consciously indifferent and let-go-of-everything become turbulent and rippled.

"I am struggling in purgatory, just to settle accounts with you..."

"I don't want to transcend, I don't want to let go, I just want to beat you up in the world..."

The spirit in the light muttered to itself that the impulse was too strong to be controlled!