Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1936 – Ancestor of Shamanism

Chapter 1936 – Ancestor of Shamanism

“His Reverence Yun Yi wants the connate treasure?” Cen Sui asked subconsciously.

“Not him, me.” Lu Yun flicked a glance at Cen Sui, who pursed his lips. The peak grand supreme’s mark and treasure are both on this kid, so whatever he says goes, I guess.

“I don’t care, I just want to retrieve my race’s ultimate treasure,” Wu Ru responded honestly.

With that, the three fell silent.

The three hundred and sixty-fifth ranked connate lotus had entered the range of the Disordered Island. Disordered forces here were so intense that they almost formed tangible storms, ones that continuously gusted past the lotus.

Given that it was suffused with the power of order, the lotus wouldn’t come to harm no matter how strong the disorder was. But the closer they drew to the massive vortex, the more apprehensive its passengers became.

There were more and more broken bodies drifting in the void around them. Fresh blood had gathered into patches of Blood Sea and resentment flourished inside them. Demonic intent howled and snarled in them, the souls of their owners devoured by another. All that remained of them were fragments of thought tainted by malice, turning them into terrible caricatures of their previous selves.

Instead of real spirits or souls, they were just lingering will. At the same time, it made them more horrifying than real ghostly spirits. Even Lu Yun shuddered when he saw them. Thankfully, Yun Yi had fortified the lotus before Lu Yun set out. The demonic intent didn’t dare draw near the lotus.

“Be careful,” Lu Yun suddenly muttered. “The sentience within the disordered treasure is extremely weak, so it has to recruit stronger beings to protect it.”

When the connate Snow Lotus entered the gargantuan vortex, unearthly wills and screams reverberated in their ears and horrific illusions appeared in their way. Lu Yun mentally hunkered in on himself and held steadfast to his mental weaknesses, focusing on protecting his heart and mind.

Demonic intent was born after the death of a grand supreme and Lu Yun couldn’t hold them off with his current level of strength. If it wasn’t for the Tome of Life and Death, he’d already be under their thrall and a walking dead.

At the same time, they weren’t the most frightening entities on the scene. If Lu Yun’s calculations were correct, there was at least one unknown being, or even more, on par with Cen Sui that protected the disordered treasure.

Cen Sui and Wu Ru were on their feet and alertly scanning the premises.

“I’m guessing it’s disordered beasts.” Wu Ru took a step back and stood behind Cen Sui. He was weaker than the other in terms of battle strength; it was his unpredictable shamanic arts that gave him an edge.

“Disordered beasts…” Cen Sui drew his blade and sent piercing light toward the horizon.

It was impossible that the disordered treasure hadn’t discovered something as prominent as the three hundred and sixty-fifth ranked connate lotus. Since they’d been discovered, there was no need to continue hiding themselves. They might as well release their full strength and be ready to do battle at any time. That was far more preferable to being caught off guard.

Indeed, immense disordered beasts swam toward them from the depths of the vortex. Each of them was several thousands of kilometers long and Lu Yun was strangely familiar with their form—kun!

There was a divine beast in the World of Immortals called the kunpeng. It represented the strength of heaven and earth as the peng soared in the skies whereas the kun swam through the waters of the earth. When great emperors separated the beast, they’d split the beast into precisely those halves.

The beast also existed in the fourth realm. After creatures of the darkness in the Land of Reincarnation took possession of the Kun Sovereign King and Peng Sovereign King, both were ultimately killed. Lu Yun didn’t see any more of these beasts after that encounter.

When the Netherdark Hell was split into two and one half of it took shape as the netherworld, there’d been rotten kun in it. That stemmed from the dead half of the kunpeng after it was separated.

It wasn’t until he reached the chief worlds that Lu Yun thought some things through. Kunpeng was unique to the Land of Reincarnation as a divine beast that could incorporate heaven and earth inside its body. It’d never been the great emperors of the worlds that split the beast apart, but the endarkened.

They wanted to use the beast to identify the weaknesses of heaven and earth. Order could restrain the creatures of darkness and the worlds were the ultimate form of order. But kunpeng were living creatures after all, not true worlds. The endarkened didn’t gain much for their efforts and ultimately gave up.

Whether it was the kun that Lu Yun saw in the fourth realm or here, they all came from the worlds. When he saw the disordered beast appearing in the form of a kun, a foreboding feeling grew in Lu Yun’s heart.

……

Cen Sui rushed out of the protection of the connate lotus and met the group of massive kun swimming toward them. Since they were disordered beasts, there were disordered crystal cores within their heads. That would be immensely useful for Lu Yun’s cultivation of order.

As Cen Sui killed the grand-supreme-level beasts, he collected their cores and handed them to Lu Yun.

Although these beasts commanded grand supreme level strength, their life forms were not that of grand supremes. They were just violent beasts on par with ordinary life forms. But as ordinary life forms with strength beyond what they should possess, they would easily tear a regular grand supreme to pieces if they mobbed the hapless traveler.

“Stay here and cultivate while you direct the lotus.” Wu Ru understood Cen Sui’s intentions when he saw the latter hand cores to Lu Yun. The stronger Lu Yun was, the more of the Snow Lotus’ strength he would be able to release.

“I say… should I take him out while we’re at it?” Wu Ru leered at Cen Sui’s back. He’d fought his nemesis for countless eons because Cen Sui had stolen the ultimate treasure of the shamanic race—their ancestor’s skull. There was no mutual appreciation or anything of the sort between them. They would kill the other as soon as an opportunity presented itself, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Even now, Wu Ru knew that Cen Sui was purposefully showing his back and tempting the shaman to make a move. That, in turn, would give Cen Sui the chance to kill his archrival.

The two grand supremes had been the picture of harmony earlier, telling Lu Yun their thoughts and revealing their secrets. Though they’d struck a temporary truce, they also constantly jockeyed for position in both overt and covert ways, not wanting to bypass a single chance to kill the other.

Cen Sui displaying such an obvious opening was bait for Wu Ru. But the latter was no fool and could tell that he would take the opening to his death.

“What is that?!” Cen Sui suddenly jerked and shrank in on himself, returning to the lotus. He stared incredulously ahead of them.

A head the size of a major world floated to the fore, its darkly deep eyes fixed on the Snow Lotus racing through the void.

“That is the head of the great ancestor… Has he… revived?” Wu Ru gasped.

If the shamanic ancestor hadn’t resurrected, that meant something else was in control of the skull of empyrean crystal and had manifested the image of the shamanic ancestor.