Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 242 - 139: Yin-Yang Eye, Ultimate Bioweapon

Apparently, the masters of these resentful souls all perished tragically as sacrifices on the altar, dying with such deep grievances and horrific agony that their resentful energy was too heavy to dissipate.

Over time, it constantly gathered here, nearly soaking through the entire altar, which should have turned into a terrifying ghost cave, but due to the sacrificial rituals of the Redemption Alliance Church and the powerful deterrence of the Earth Abyss Corpse God, not only did it not condense, but the souls scattered, turning into a land of resentful evil.

Simply put, they couldn't even become ghosts.

In life, they died painfully; in death, even more miserably.

"The soul returns to the soul, the earth to the earth!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"O soul, return; no better place to go..."

The Yin-Yang Eye crack at Zheng Yi's forehead became more evident, as if mysterious light appeared through, a peculiar golden thread twisting like a dragon-snake, dazzling yet fleeting.

As Zheng Yi's words fell, the seemingly calm voice resonated like a storm, shaking the air and spreading around.

That was the light from the golden seed in the Divine Acupoints, displaying through the Yin-Yang Eye crack at the forehead.

In the place illuminated by the golden light, the wailing resentful souls seemed intimidated by some force, and the originally confused soul bodies stopped their actions and struggled, no longer crying or shouting. They blankly looked at Zheng Yi, as if awakening, and all saluted him in the void.

Subsequently, they transformed into starlight and dispersed into the air.

Zheng Yi observed all this, his heart as calm as still water. It wasn't a sudden kindness; it was because the endless bothers of resentful souls at the soul level also became a tempering of his own Dao Heart.

With a flip of the hand, clouds form; a turn of the hand, rain falls. Freeing these resentful souls was merely the effort of lifting a finger.

Of course, this could only dispel those with lighter resentful energy.

The entire altar had been permeated with Demonic Qi for long, and some long-standing resentful spirits had already entered the Demon Dao, turning black all over, filled with hatred, unable to attain liberation.

This eerie nature of the netherworld, not ghosts yet more terrifying than ghosts, is an enormous malevolent will of resentment, lingering and unwilling to leave, revolting around Zheng Yi, continually roaring into his ear.

Aiming to contaminate his soul, dragging him into this terrifying realm of eternal damnation.

"Scram!"

Zheng Yi raised an eyebrow, his gaze revealing a trace of coldness. He wasn't some benevolent person but a genuine Demon Cultivator. Though he showed some mercy just now, he had little compassion for these bizarre entities.

A thunderous sound from his mouth, a cold shout, immediately, the air shook, and an invisible force swept across the void.

Zheng Yi casually waved his hand, and the black resentful bodies around screamed hideously, instantly shattered by the invisible ripples, likewise turning into nothingness and disappearing without a trace.

Then Zheng Yi turned his head again, no longer glancing at the other dissipating eerie bodies, but instead, his eyes showed a hint of interest as he leapt, allowing his body to fall freely into the chasm abyss below.

"Is it really that ugly?"

Following the rules of gravity, he fell freely, but the moment his feet touched the ground, an invisible wave of Magical Power stabilized his landing.

Stepping on a mire of flesh and blood, Zheng Yi finally witnessed the greatest reliance of the Redemption Alliance Church, what they propagated and believed as the Corpse God.

However, the result left him greatly disappointed, unable to help but frown.

Because this ghastly place smelled incredibly foul.

Worse than a pigsty.

A majestic Divine Spirit dwelling here? Like a foul rat living in the sewer.

If the Divine Spirit, worshipped by countless believers, had fallen to such a level, it would be better to fall into the Demon Dao.

In his eyes, this massive mass of flesh in the countless underground fissures was no Corpse God? Merely a mutated monster formed by an aggregate of endless zombies and underground spores.

The upper echelons of the Redemption Alliance Church, what were they thinking, leading countless believers to worship for so many years, only to produce such a mess, is indeed greatly disappointing.

At the very least, it was far different from the Corpse God Zheng Yi had imagined.

He didn't mind destroying the entire Redemption Alliance Church, after all, a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus walking across the ground wouldn't care if it crushed an ant by the roadside.

What he truly cared about was whether this massive, boundless fat monster could be reused?

After all, though this thing looked disgusting, its energy was extremely abundant, an invaluable resource trove in the eyes of a Demon Dao Cultivator like Zheng Yi. The problem was how to use it.

Though the Corpse God cannot move, it could nurture monsters like the Corpse Giant, indicating the massive rotten flesh itself possessed extremely potent spiritual attributes.

While immobile, it could control Corpse Giants through spore life to obtain food.

This is an alternative symbiote, or rather a demonic mutant organism. If brought to the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, sold to the Blood and Flesh Demon Sect, or the Sect researching the Blood and Flesh Gourd, they might willingly offer an astronomical price.

Of course, even for his own safety and to keep his secret, Zheng Yi couldn't possibly do such a thing.

Otherwise, there is simply no explaining where this deformed thing came from?

Howl!

Zheng Yi, already treating this monster as meat on the chopping board, when his body landed on the ground, it was a different kind of scenery with the Earth Abyss Corpse God.