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Chapter 1217 806: Who Is Righteous, Who Is Demonic?
At the same time, Zhang Yu could still feel the Immortal Descendant's power conveying waves of longing, just like when he initially encountered Ling Feng's corpse.
"Is it something from the Yingxin Heavenly Treasure again?"
Following the Immortal Descendant's sensing, Zhang Yu proceeded toward the depths of the Maze Realm.
And along the way, Zhang Yu saw... under the chaotic spatial structure, numerous abandoned buildings resembled randomly assembled blocks, pieced together in a twisted and strange manner.
Fortunately, relying on the power of the Immortal Descendant, Zhang Yu could see the true appearance of the buildings once he got close, and traversed the chaotic space to reach the correct positions within the structures.
As Zhang Yu continued his search in the Maze Realm, he discovered some lost items from various sects.
One such type was corpse items.
Corpse items refer to materials, devices, and equipment made using the human body as raw material...
Things like ashes, relics, and even some magic remains, which Zhang Yu had used before, could be included among them.
At this moment, Zhang Yu gazed at the eyeball he found and attempted to store it in his Immortal Space.
The next moment, lines of text appeared within the Immortal Space.
This was precisely the new ability acquired after the Immortal Descendant reached Level 2, enabling the decoding of information through corpses, with corpse items included within the decoding scope.
"An unknown cultivator's eyes."
"It's said that the creatures of the world do not truly die and will someday be reborn, yet the eyes to find them no longer exist."
Looking at this emerging self, Zhang Yu slightly paused, pondering: "Is this the type of information that can be obtained after ordinary corpse items are decoded by the Immortal Space?"
Zhang Yu felt as though the information was attempting to convey something, but it was too fragmented and vague to truly understand.
Zhang Yu continued his exploration, collecting corpse items, devices, and materials along the way while following the Immortal Descendant's sensing in search of items from the Yingxin Heavenly Treasure.
During this journey, Zhang Yu placed all the gathered corpse items into the Immortal Space, acquiring numerous fragmented pieces of decoded information.
Days passed in a blink, and Zhang Yu finally discovered a special corpse in an underground space.
The corpse was tall in stature but covered in dense scars.
The entire corpse bore countless marks resembling stitches, causing Zhang Yu to feel as though this body had been shattered and forcibly pieced back together.
It was unclear whether the piecing skill was insufficient or if it was intentional by the piecer, but the visage of the corpse was remarkably ugly.
"Who knows whose corpse it is again?"
"Considering the last incident… perhaps it is still a predecessor from the Wanfa Sect."
Zhang Yu approached the corpse, leveraging the Immortal Descendant's power, and reached out to touch the body.
The next moment, after Zhang Yu stored the corpse within the Immortal Space, he felt his will drawn to the opposite force, and an unusual fury surged forth.
...
Boundless fury!
Endless hate!
There were also cries wanting to break through the Sky Dome echoing by Zhang Yu's ears.
Zhang Yu could feel... it was an anger deeper than the three rivers and five lakes, impossible to extinguish, making Zhang Yu feel a moment of trepidation.
Zhang Yu contemplated internally: "What kind of memories… what kind of dreams can evoke such extreme anger?"
The next moment, after a change of light and shadow, it seemed as though he entered another world.
Watching this scene, Fu Ji commented: "Here it comes again; time to watch the drama."
Within the crimson array, countless men, women, and children were trembling with fear, while cultivators surrounding them cast spells, transforming them into beams of blood light extracted.
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, saying: "Is this... refining mortals into something?"
Just then, bolts of lightning descended, annihilating many demon cultivators casting spells into dust.
With surprised glances, many mortals watched as several enchanting cultivators descended from the sky to rescue them.
Among those rescued was a 12-year-old boy named Huang Er, an ordinary farm child, whose eyes gradually showed determination witnessing this.
From the day of his rescue, Huang Er resolved to embark on the Immortal Road, to become an Immortal Dao Cultivator.
He knelt before the Immortal Master who saved him, wanting to become his apprentice.
But after conducting a spirit root examination, the other shook his head expressionlessly: "You lack a Spirit Root, blocked in every vein, lacking the qualifications for the Immortal Path. So don't waste your time."
Faced with Huang Er's unyielding prostration, the cultivators ignored him and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Yet the cultivators' refusal did not sway Huang Er's resolve.
He disregarded the persuasion of family and friends and ignored others' ridicule, directly embarking on the path of seeking immortality.
He begged along the way, searching for the Immortal Sect, hoping one day to be accepted and learn the Immortal Dao.
During a period when the Immortal Dao flourished, though disputes existed between the righteous and demon paths, both opened their gates wide, accepting disciples everywhere.
However, Huang Er drifted across the world, seeking mentors far and wide, only to face rejection or deceit, and in the blink of an eye he was 25, always in tattered clothing, dirt-covered, appearing as weathered as a beggar in his late thirties or forties, often bullied and chased away.
When he was gradually losing hope, thinking he would never find a way to immortality in this life, he happened to save an old woman from a river.
Amid the bone-chilling cold, he risked his life diving into the river, saving the old woman with great effort, which caught the attention of a monk from the Immortal Soldier Mansion, who accepted him as a servant disciple and taught him the basics of breathing.