Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 450 - 453: Endless Walking Corpses

Amidst the valley, chaos reigned. As far as the eye could see, the surroundings were filled with corpses either standing, lying, or leaning against something. Judging by their attire, they were clearly former adventurers who had entered the valley.

No one knew how long these corpses had been lying there.

Already withered away into nothing but skeletal mummies, they seemed to foretell the perils of this valley.

However.

As Ye Qingchen stepped into the valley, it was as if they sensed something. Their bodies trembled in unison, and at that moment, some struggled to stand, some looked around, while others let out low growls.

"Are these Walking Corpses?"

Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes.

He’d read about Walking Corpses in Kong Shun’s library.

The predecessors of such beings were often powerful cultivators. After their deaths, due to bodies not decomposing or improper burial, or because they were shrouded by Yin Evil Qi, in time, the corpses would awaken.

Since their souls had dissipated, they acted almost instinctively like wild beasts.

"Did all the adventurers who entered the valley end up becoming Walking Corpses here?"

Ye Qingchen swept his gaze to the left and right.

But he did not spot Yao Qing.

"Looks like she has already hidden further inside..."

"Roar!"

As Ye Qingchen was deep in thought.

The Walking Corpses in the area started letting out roars, their hollow eye sockets surging with a bloodthirsty crimson light, looking exceedingly terrifying.

Fwoosh!

Amidst their roars, the Walking Corpses came charging.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The earth trembled violently, the ground shattered fearfully.

They were like savage beasts breaking free from their cages, surging toward Ye Qingchen almost instantaneously. In that moment, a Walking Corpse extended an arm, its withered claws reaching for Ye Qingchen’s chest.

Swoosh!

Its five fingers generated wind, its claws gleaming coldly.

As it pounced and grabbed, it brought forth a shrill gust.

"Get lost!"

Ye Qingchen murmured softly, extending his right hand slowly, giving a gentle slap. This palm move, though late, outpaced the incoming claw attack, landing on the opponent’s chest.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Suddenly.

The Walking Corpse’s body shuddered violently, its chest caved in abruptly, displaying a palm print. The palm imprint had penetrated the Walking Corpse’s body, protruding from its back.

And at the same time.

The Walking Corpse immediately flew backward faster than when it came, crashed heavily to the ground, and raised a cloud of dust.

However.

The Walking Corpse shook its head, as though nothing had happened, and charged toward him again with its hollow body.

"Hmm?"

Witnessing this.

Even Ye Qingchen couldn’t help but exclaim in confusion.

Bear in mind.

That palm, seemingly casual, was actually fueled by the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, almost shattering the Walking Corpse’s chest. For a typical cultivator, even seven or eight lives wouldn’t be enough to survive, yet this Walking Corpse had stood back up.

He looked up.

One could see that most of the approaching Walking Corpses had damaged bodies—missing limbs, some even with half their bodies gone—yet it seemed to have no impact at all.

If a regular person encountered such a sight, they might have been scared out of their wits, but Ye Qingchen was unfazed. Knowing the traits of these Walking Corpses, everything naturally became much easier.

"Just as the ancient texts described, these Walking Corpses fear neither life nor death, acting purely on instinct!"

"In that case, let’s turn you all into dust!"

Ye Qingchen’s gaze turned cold as he raised his hand again.

"Boom!"

This time, he held nothing back.

A surging force swept through the area instantaneously, the foremost Walking Corpses being pulverized on the spot, their bodies reduced to dust. After shattering them, the momentum didn’t wane, rolling forward relentlessly, crashing toward the multitude of Walking Corpses, unstoppable!

Yet those Walking Corpses, unafraid of this force, instead let out a series of roars and brazenly charged into the Qi Force at that instant.

"Boom!"

It was like massive waves crashing against the rocks.

The Walking Corpses, akin to being struck by a primeval fierce beast, were thrown haphazardly backward, many having even their remaining halves obliterated, unable to rise again.

"Boom!"

Ye Qingchen leveraged his strength, far beyond that of the Supreme Celestial Saint, fearless. Though he lacked Shen Xuzhou’s secret technique to manipulate the Power of Heaven and Earth, every move he made carried immense might.

While the bodies of these Walking Corpses had been tempered by Yin Evil Qi, leaving them extremely strong, before Ye Qingchen, they were mere clay chickens and pottery dogs.

The incessantly attacking Walking Corpses couldn’t stop his progress one bit.

However.

This Heavenly Return Valley, established in the western regions for over a century, had drawn countless adventurers into its midst, these Walking Corpses presenting an endless onslaught. Furthermore, the deeper within, the stronger the Walking Corpses become.

Eventually, some Walking Corpses wield power comparable to the Strongest Celestial Saint.

Meanwhile.

Ye Qingchen kept a close watch on these Walking Corpses, having entered the Heavenly Return Valley partly to pursue Yao Qing, and partly to seek Qian Qiuxue, who had been trapped in the valley a century ago.

"Qian Qiuxue has been in this Heavenly Return Valley for over a hundred years; is she still alive?"

Even a century ago.

The Heavenly Return Valley wasn’t as perilous as it is now. Few likely survived a century within. Just as Ye Qingchen contemplated.

Suddenly.

He shuddered.

Feeling an ominous presence swiftly descend from the void.

Even.

With the appearance of this aura, the already tumultuous Yin Evil Qi boiled over even more, forming a formidable whirlwind not far ahead, sweeping all the surrounding Walking Corpses away.

In the aftermath of that whirlwind, a faint figure appeared, seemingly maneuvering the ferocious gale to sweep forth.

"What is that?"

"Could it be another Walking Corpse?"

As Ye Qingchen reeled in shock.

He saw.

The whirlwind had already surged toward him ferociously, rushing to Ye Qingchen’s front.

"Whoosh!"

A withered claw extended quietly from the whirlwind, reaching slowly for Ye Qingchen. This hand, shriveled to the bone, with skin and flesh dried up, resembled skin wrapping bone.

Yet it gave Ye Qingchen a feeling of grave danger!

"Get back!"

Almost without hesitation.

Ye Qingchen shouted fiercely, the star power within his dantian churning turbulently, his Qi Blood surging like a great river, launching a punch toward the withered hand!

"Boom!"

Fist and palm collided.

A violent force burst forth unchecked.

At that instant, the entire Heavenly Return Valley trembled, a vast Qi Force sweeping out from the epicenter of the clash. The surrounding Walking Corpses, caught in the surge, stumbled unsteadily and retreated violently, as if they were amidst a tsunami.

Instantly.

The whirlwind, formed entirely of Yin Evil Power, was torn apart, revealing the figure hidden within.

"Could it be?"

Upon seeing this figure, Ye Qingchen’s expression turned exceedingly bizarre.