Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1932 – False Appearances

Chapter 1932 – False Appearances

“A replica!” Cen Sui’s eyes went wide.

Although Wu Ru was weaker than him, that didn’t make the shaman an easy target. He was well versed in the shamanic dao of the chief worlds—his methods unpredictable and constantly changing. Cen Sui numbered among the strongest beneath peak grand supreme, but he still fell short when coming up against Wu Ru.

The shaman was present in his true form, a man with a feminine cast to him. One of his hands was locked in a death grip around Lu Yun’s neck and he smiled placidly at Cen Sui.

The big-bearded grand supreme glowered. He’d been caught by one of Wu Ru’s ambushes last time and didn’t have time to unsheathe his blade. He would’ve suffered an enormous loss if he hadn’t grabbed Lu Yun’s star and thrown it at Wu Ru.

This time… the shaman used a replica to fool him completely.

“Hand it over.” Wu Ru stretched out a hand with a soft chuckle. “I know you don’t care about this kid. You travel with him only because you want to repay a favor.” He paused, continuing when Cen Sui didn’t respond. “We shamans have a plethora of methods at our disposal and I can tie your fates together since you’ve formed a karmic relationship with him.

“Thus, don’t say stuff like how a lofty grand supreme doesn’t care about an ant.”

Cen Sui froze in place and he stared at his enemy, grinding his teeth. “Fine, I’ll give it to you, but the thing isn’t on me at the moment.”

“Where is it?” Wu Ru was calling upon his shamanic arts and linking Cen Sui to Lu Yun through the tiny karmic echo between them. Both would die if one died, yet both might not prosper if one found glory.

Naturally, this kind of shamanic art wasn’t infallible. Wu Ru needed to continuously cast it, therefore creating a constant drain on his body. He wasn’t able to maintain it for long. If that wasn’t the case, the shamans would’ve conquered the chief worlds long ago through such a terrifying art.

Another important prerequisite was the countless years of scheming that Wu Ru had conducted against Cen Sui. He’d collected too much information about his opponent and thus easily connected his life to that of a weaker being’s.

“It’s on Disordered Island.” Cen Sui never imagined that Wu Ru would use this kind of shamanic art on him! He could clearly hear a second heartbeat grow from his chest—one that belonged to the high supreme youth.

Their heartbeats slowly matched the same pace.

“The fuck, you’re making out like a bandit from this,” Cen Sui mumbled. “Come with me.”

He had no other option given how uncanny shamanic methods were.

Wu Ru held Lu Yun from the neck in one hand and the star in his other, following closely behind Cen Sui. What his opponent possessed was extraordinarily valuable to him. He’d plotted and schemed uncountable years for it. Now that he finally grasped one of Cen Sui’s weaknesses, he would take full advantage of it.

Lu Yun’s breathing sped up rapidly as a second heartbeat pounded in his chest. His life was connected to that of a powerful grand supreme’s. His heartbeat and the various ripples of energy in his body perfectly melded with Cen Sui.

Cultivation was the evolution of life itself, and the sophistication of a grand supreme’s life form was far beyond a high supreme’s. Wu Ru connecting the two of them together was the equivalent of instilling the life form of a grand supreme into Lu Yun’s body. The shaman had forcefully changed his being to the form of a grand supreme.

When Cen Sui muttered that someone was making out like a bandit from the situation, he’d been addressing Lu Yun. No matter how strong Lu Yun’s foundations or how mysterious his nascent spirit was, he was just a high supreme.

This type of shamanic method was meant to nurture shamanic juniors. Instilling the forms of grand supremes or other powerhouses into the bodies of juniors would enhance their cultivation speed, make them stronger, and change their beings.

Only the most preeminent geniuses could endure the process. More often than not, targets of the method exploded from an inability to contain the change.

As a genius of his race, Wu Ru had modified the method and refined it with karmic dao to turn it into a method that connected lives to each other. He’d used it to great success on other grand supremes. Apart from Cen Sui, another grand supreme counted among his victims. That one was on par with Cen Sui, but hadn’t even known how he’d died.

……

Tranquility seemed to reign over Disordered Island when it was actually the congregation of all disordered power in the entire Disordered Sea. Grand supremes also had to carefully pick their way through the area upon arrival.

Lu Yun wasn’t paying attention to the situation around him; he was wholeheartedly focused on sensing the life form that was Cen Sui. Rather than copy the grand supreme entirely, he tried to identify the direction most compatible with him.

“What is that?!” Lu Yun suddenly shuddered, shocked out of his meditation. He regarded the sight in front of them with horror—there was a massive vortex looming ahead!

The Disordered Island was a gigantic vortex of disorder!

The major world from earlier was an illusion! Now that they were here, the Spectral Eye revealed a veritable field of death information to him!

One hundred thousand grand supremes!

Still following behind Cen Sui, Wu Ru grasped Lu Yun in hand and was ready to proceed into the mammoth vortex.

“Stop!! STOP!!” Lu Yun shrieked at the top of his lungs. “Do you guys want to die?!”

The power of disorder inside the vortex was so overwhelming that the tiny bit of order he exuded wouldn’t even register. Water could extinguish fire only if the two were in equal amounts. One drop of water could not douse a forest fire. His amount of order was a drop of water and the vortex a raging sea of fire.

“What is it?” Connected to Lu Yun as he was, Cen Sui noted the incredible fear in the young man. The latter’s heartbeat raced out of control.

“This isn’t a Disordered Island, this is a huge vortex! Everyone here is dead and we need to get out of here right now!!” Lu Yun struggled wildly, trying to break free from Wu Ru’s grasp. However, the grand supreme’s slender hand held him in place like it was a mountain range.

“What??” Cen Sui’s jaw dropped, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It was indeed a major world close at hand.

Wu Ru’s eyes widened as well; he could clearly sense Lu Yun’s emotions traveling up his arm from his hand. He stopped and turned to Cen Sui. “Did you really put that item on Disordered Island?”