novelapdf Chapter 112 Corpse Dissection Method
Chapter 112 Corpse Dissection Method
Chapter 113 Corpse Dissection Method (Incomplete)
"Who?!"
The White Bone Demon snapped out of her daze and noticed the fluctuations in the black-clad clone's aura. She turned her head sharply.
"It's you brainless rogue cultivators with boundless energy again!"
The White Bone Demon instantly understood something. New and old grudges surged into her heart. The blood offerings that had been delivered to her door one after another during this period were not luck at all, but rather someone was secretly watching her!
"Damn rat, die!"
The White Bone Demon let out a furious roar, and its skeletal claws clenched violently from a distance.
boom!
The black-clad clone didn't even make a move to resist before it was instantly crushed by a massive surge of corpse energy, turning into a rain of blood.
The White Bone Demon opened her jaws and inhaled sharply, swallowing all the essence and blood of her clone into her belly.
With this replenishment of vital energy, the cracks in her bones healed slightly.
"No matter who you are, once I've eaten Tang Sanzang's flesh and achieved the celestial immortality, I will definitely extract your soul and refine your spirit!"
The White Bone Demon harbored deep resentment.
But she knew that now was not the time to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes. Tang Sanzang and his disciples could leave Zihu Ridge at any moment, and once this opportunity was missed, it would never come again.
Greed completely blinded her senses.
She endured the excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart, peeled off another skin, and transformed into an old man with white hair, staggering out of the Corpse Demon Cave.
On White Tiger Ridge.
Tang Sanzang was reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra, causing Sun Wukong to writhe on the ground in pain.
Just then, the old man, leaning on his cane, came shakily over, calling out the names of his wife and daughter.
Despite the excruciating pain, Sun Wukong struggled to his feet from the ground.
Even with keen eyesight, it was still just that pile of white bones!
"How dare you! You still dare to come!"
Sun Wukong was furious. He knew that his master was only human and that if he killed him directly, his master would definitely send him away.
He secretly made hand seals and chanted incantations, binding all the local earth god and mountain deity of White Tiger Ridge in mid-air.
"Your Majesty, open your eyes and see! Today, I, Sun Wukong, am going to exorcise this demon. You are all here to bear witness, so that my master will not blame me again!"
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The mountain god and the local earth god in mid-air trembled with fear and repeatedly agreed.
With witnesses present, Sun Wukong had no more reservations.
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly with both hands, pushing his magical power to its limit.
"Demon, prepare to die!"
The iron rod, carrying earth-shattering force, crashed down.
This time, the White Bone Demon could no longer use the Corpse Dissolving Technique. Her primordial spirit was already severely injured, and it was locked firmly by Sun Wukong's Dharma Form, so that not even a wisp of yin wind could escape.
Click!
The golden cudgel slammed solidly onto the old man's head.
The old man's skin instantly turned to ashes, revealing a pale skeleton. Under the terrifying power of the golden cudgel, the skeleton shattered inch by inch, eventually turning into a pile of dust.
On that broken spine, four ancient characters were clearly engraved: Lady White Bone.
The White Bone Demon perished completely, her soul and spirit annihilated.
However, even with the skeletons as witnesses, Pigsy still whispered in his ear, "Master, this must be a trick by the monkey to fool you, making up a pile of bones to deceive you, because he's afraid you'll chant your spells!"
Tang Sanzang already harbored a dislike for Sun Wukong, and after being instigated by Zhu Bajie, he immediately wrote a letter of dismissal, expelling Sun Wukong from his master's school.
Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Sun Wukong kowtowed and bid farewell, then somersaulted back to the Water Curtain Cave of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Inside the underground cave.
"call----"
Fan Yuan slowly exhaled a long breath and opened his eyes.
In his eyes, there was no pity for the death of the White Bone Demon, only a sigh of regret for the banishment of Sun Wukong.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the [Primordial Mirror of All Forms] shone brightly, and lines of ancient characters emerged.
[The black-clad cultivator in the clone has died; the karmic settlement is underway.]
[Clone survival time: half a day.]
[Cause of death of the clone: Devoured by the White Bone Demon.]
[Clone feedback rate: 20%]
[Settlement complete. The host can choose one of the following three options:]
[I. Cultivation Initiation. A minuscule amount of spiritual energy, almost nonexistent.]
[Note: The clone's lifespan is short, and it doesn't engage in proper cultivation; it's better than nothing.]
Part Two: Fragments of Memory. The terrifying memory of being devoured by the White Bone Demon.
[Note: Experiencing the terror of being devoured by demons can slightly increase resistance to demonic pressure.]
[III. Insights into the Technique. Corpse Dissolution Method (Incomplete).]
[Note: Before his death, the clone glimpsed the complete operational trajectory of the White Bone Demon's Corpse Disintegration Technique, and was able to barely complete a fragment.]
"It's finally done!"
Fan Yuan's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he said, "Choose three."
As soon as the words were spoken, the [Primordial Mirror of All Forms] burst forth with dazzling spiritual light.
boom!
A massive flow of information exploded in Fan Yuan's mind in an instant.
Without further ado, Fan Yuan immediately focused his mind and began to comprehend this supernatural power.
Time slips away, bit by bit.
Half an hour later, Fan Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
"I see."
A flash of understanding crossed his eyes, followed by a deep sense of shock.
Although the "Corpse Dissection Technique" has the word "incomplete" in it, he has thoroughly figured out its core logic. This is not an ordinary illusion or trick, but an extremely profound divine technique that even touches on a trace of the laws of creation, a technique for sacrificing one's life to save oneself.
The operating logic of this supernatural power is extremely extreme.
When the body suffers an irresistible fatal blow, it must instantly reverse the meridians within the body and forcibly burn most of its life essence and soul power.
This immense power is not used for defense, but rather surges out through thirty-six specific acupoints, instantly reshaping a physical illusion that perfectly matches the original body's aura and even spiritual energy fluctuations.
This illusion is not a mere shadow, but a real body of flesh and blood, capable of withstanding a fatal blow from the enemy and producing a genuine death response.
At the very moment the illusion solidifies and takes shape, shielding the deceased from calamity, the original body's vitality and aura are forcibly stripped away, turning into a speck of dust that escapes with the aftershocks of the attack.
"Burning essence and blood to create an absolutely realistic physical bait, the true body then sheds its skin like a cicada shedding its shell."
Fan Yuan repeatedly deduced the trajectory of this spiritual energy circulation in his mind. The more he deduced it, the more he felt that this method was exquisite.
In this world where powerful beings reign supreme, being able to fight is not a skill; being able to survive is the true skill. When faced with overwhelming power from a higher realm, any defensive magic treasure is as fragile as paper. Only this kind of substitution technique, which can even temporarily deceive the aura of cause and effect, is the true foundation for survival.
"Although it's just a fragment, each use will consume a lot of essence and soul, and may even cause a drop in cultivation level, but it's like having an extra life."
Fan Yuan repeatedly memorized the operating route of the Corpse Dissection Technique, ensuring that he could use it at any time.
Having finished his contemplation, Fan Yuan's thoughts raced.
The White Bone Demon is dead.
Their souls and spirits were annihilated.
But her remains are still there! And that pile of bones was abandoned in the desolate wilderness of White Tiger Ridge!
Upon thinking of this, Fan Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
According to the secret revealed in the previous feedback from the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror], the White Bone Demon was a fairy in the Heavenly Court before her death!
After being swallowed and spat out by the Kui Mulang, its remains remained intact through the ages.