bookbashuk Chapter 1 The Resurrection of the Demon
Chapter 1 The Resurrection of the Demon
dong dong!
dong dong! !
Thump thump!!
In the desolate mountains, an eerie heartbeat resounded like a drumbeat.
It grew larger and larger, soaring into the sky, summoning dark clouds and accompanied by rumbling thunder.
Rumbling--
Upon noticing the unusual sight in the distance, the two Taoist priests on the edge of the mountains were greatly alarmed and immediately contacted the Celestial Master's Mansion to ask the Celestial Master for a decision.
Fortunately, the Celestial Master had foreseen this day's events and had already sent a high-ranking disciple to investigate. Calculating the time...
We've arrived.
"Wow! Master, what's going on?!"
On a mountain peak on the outskirts of the Qinling Mountains, a young man with short black hair stared wide-eyed at the rolling thunderclouds: "Such a large thundercloud, even the clerk couldn't attract it!"
Boom!
"Ouch!"
The middle-aged man beside him flicked him on the forehead: "How dare you, a mere brat, fathom the Celestial Master's cultivation? I've been a disciple for fifty years, and I've never seen him unleash his full power!"
"However, such a large area of thunderclouds..."
He frowned as he sensed the dramatic change in the lightning force in the air.
The middle-aged man, Liang Fuguo, is the eighth disciple of the contemporary Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. He learned thunder magic when he was young and is now a pillar of the middle generation of the Taoist sect.
The black-haired youth was his disciple, originally named Zhou Xing, who changed his name to Zhang Mingdao after entering the Celestial Master's Mansion. He also learned thunder magic at a young age, showing remarkable talent.
Zhang Mingdao was already used to being beaten by his master and didn't take it seriously. He just rubbed his sore head and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Master, what's that 'thump-thump' sound? It sounds like a heartbeat, but it's even louder than thunder!"
Thump thump!!
Thump thump!!
Thump thump!!
The thunderous sound of their hearts pounding echoed through the mountains, reaching their ears.
"..."
Liang Fuguo pondered for a moment: "It seems the legend is true; there really is a demon being suppressed in the Qinling Mountains."
"A sorcerer? Like the Quanxing sect, a sorcerer?"
"No, if the legend is true, even the founder of the Quanxing sect cannot compare to him. He was the most terrifying figure in history, who almost overthrew the dynasty a thousand years ago and established the first dynasty of extraordinary people in history!"
"A thousand years ago?!"
Zhang Mingdao exclaimed in shock, "You mean, this sorcerer has lived for over a thousand years? How is that possible!"
"No, he died a thousand years ago."
Liang Fuguo explained, "A thousand years ago, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gathered a large group of extraordinary people by himself, attempting to overthrow the Northern Song Dynasty. Fortunately, our Southern School's founder, Master Ziyang, and many martial arts masters intervened in time and killed him, thus averting a disaster."
"So now what is this...?"
"This person's corpse is very strange. Although it is completely devoid of life, it still retains the vitality of flesh and blood, and has become impervious to swords and spears and all kinds of magic. At the same time, the demonic energy that he has cultivated for many years has also been released due to the lack of control. It can greatly increase the cultivation of those who touch it, but it will also cause them to go into a state of demonic possession."
"For this reason, most of the people who were besieging them died suddenly soon after, except for our ancestor and the masters of Buddhism and Confucianism, or their minds became twisted and they turned into demons. In order to prevent future troubles, our ancestor sealed their bodies in his own cave before reaching the heavens and ordered the descendants of the Taoist sect to guard them for generations."
At this point, Liang Fuguo's face darkened.
"Even so, the demonic threat could not be eliminated. Decades later, a wisp of demonic energy leaked out from the corpse, affecting the Taoist priest who was in charge of guarding the area, causing him to abandon his post and cause a great disaster..."
"You've probably heard of that person's name, Guo Jing."
Guo Jing, a Taoist priest in the late Northern Song Dynasty, was originally a member of the orthodox Taoist school, but he went astray and began to practice unorthodox arts. When the Jin army besieged Bianjing (Kaifeng), he claimed that he could use the "Six Jia Method" to form an array of 7,777 people, which could capture the Jin general and repel the enemy.
However, due to improper cultivation, the magic failed, and the "Six Jia Divine Soldiers" became as weak as paper. This not only cost the lives of more than 7,000 soldiers, but also created a huge loophole in the defense of Kaifeng City, leading to the downfall of the Northern Song Dynasty.
"Since then, problems have frequently arisen with the guardians. Helpless, the predecessors at that time had no choice but to abandon the blessed land left by their ancestor and retreat to the outside of these mountains to guard the outer perimeter, where they remain to this day."
"Because this demonic energy has lingered for many years, many of the senior disciples have suspected that this demon is not truly dead, or at least that the energy within his body is still circulating and nourishing his flesh. Judging from the current situation... it may indeed be so!"
"What's with that heartbeat? And that lightning... has the corpse changed again?"
"I don't know, let's go check it out first."
Liang Fuguo immediately contacted his master, explained the situation, and prepared to take action.
Zhang Mingdao quickly grabbed him, saying, "Wait, Master! Didn't you say we can't touch this demonic energy? Are we really going to go in?"
"Don't worry, your master said that with the ancestral master's seal, that demonic energy can't get out. Just don't get too close."
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At the same time.
Inside the Qinling Mountains, in the cave at the end of Tongtian Valley, in the underground chamber, the once silent stone coffin began to tremble.
boom--
With a loud bang, the heavy coffin lid flew off and turned to dust in mid-air, revealing a "corpse" lying straight.
Thump thump!!
Thump thump!!
Thump thump!!
The deafening heartbeat emanated from his chest, and with each heartbeat, his originally withered body became fuller. In just a few minutes, he was almost alive, as if he were asleep.
However, this does not mean that it only took a few minutes for it to go from "corpse" to "living person". Rather, it means that the essence of its life accumulated over many years was hidden deep in its body and was released when the time was right, allowing the body to recover.
Unknown to the outside world, this "corpse" was never truly dead, or rather...
It never truly died.
The sword strike from Master Ziyang shattered his heart, but it also helped him achieve perfection and embark on the true path of cultivation.
Over the past thousand years.
He used nine hundred years of accumulated life energy to rebuild the broken heart and restore its vitality.
It took another ninety years to repair his soul and restore his consciousness.
For an ordinary person, the long, dark process alone would be enough to drive them mad, but for him it was nothing, simply because from birth he was blind, deaf, unable to speak, and even unable to move...
He had long been accustomed to being a "corpse".
What difference does it make whether it's a few years, a few hundred years, or a few thousand years?
Besides, it's all worth it. Nine hundred and ninety years have passed, today is the last day, at this moment...
It was the very last moment!
When the physical body was fully filled, the space between the "corpse's" eyebrows also shone with light, and a soul appeared out of thin air, returning to the Niwan point, and the spirit and flesh quickly merged.
"Hiss—whoosh—"
The heartbeat gradually subsided, replaced by a faint breathing sound. However, this was not the breathing of an ordinary person to sustain life, but rather an inhalation and exhalation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the exhalation of impurities from the body.
After repeating this process several times, one's spirit and energy are complete, one's whole body is radiant, and one's life force is without leakage.
At this point, the person in the coffin slowly sat up...
Suddenly, he opened his eyes!
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PS: Zhang Mingdao was the protagonist of a previous mobile game.