I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 316 - 272 Corpse Immortal Inheritance_2

"Certainly, certainly."

The Golden Corpse nodded in satisfaction and looked Han Chao over carefully before casting dozens more sealing spells.

Han Chao calmly accepted, guessing at the truth behind the Golden Corpse’s words. It had devoured ninety-nine percent of his soul, deliberately leaving behind a wisp as a seal, clearly not for the purpose of refining an Artifact Spirit.

"The Jade Dishware is the skull of the Corpse Immortal, it was born with me..."

...

Depend-on-Mountain City.

The Northern Border stronghold, where Founder Emperor of the Old Zhou started his rise to power.

As border conflicts intensified, the Corpse Demon army threatened to break the defense line at any moment, prompting the Alliance to dispatch more troops to the Northern Border.

The soldiers would rest and regroup in Depend-on-Mountain City, bringing prosperity back to the once desolate city.

The bustling streets teemed with all kinds of people, including members of the demon race with beastly heads.

Times had changed.

In just a few short years, under the pressure of the Corpse Demon catastrophe, two races that once fought to the death now stood side by side in battle.

Many civilians still viewed the demon race with animosity, especially if their loved ones had died at their hands, but due to Alliance laws, they were forced to curb their anger.

The only consolation was that the demon race suffered heavy losses facing the Corpse Demon army directly.

Humanity, with the help of the border defenses, wrested command from the demon race, reclaiming their position as the dominant species of the Nine Continents, yet there was no sense of triumph.

Resources in the Alliance’s territory grew increasingly scarce, to the point where even kitchen knives were collected to forge weapons of war.

A year went by.

The nature of the border conflict gradually shifted. Large-scale bombardments were rarely used unless necessary, and close-quarters combat with the Corpse Demons commenced.

Fortunately, the ranks of the Dragon Blood Martial Artists kept expanding. The Azure Dragon’s bloodline was highly compatible and the strength gained from merging with it allowed humanity to withstand the Corpse Demon army.

On the modernized streets lined with concrete buildings, what was for sale were crude agricultural products.

People didn’t use money but various Alliance vouchers, or resorted to bartering goods directly.

Woo woo woo—

A series of piercing alarms rang out from the city center, followed by a broadcast repeating over and over.

"Effective immediately, any non-bloodline Martial Artists may apply to go to sea!"

Ordinary people thought the announcement signified the Alliance’s attempt to secure an escape route for humanity, but the more astute were struck by fear, suspecting that the front lines could no longer hold.

Three hundred miles from Depend-on-Mountain City, Dragon Coiled Mountain became the stage for a fierce battle between the soldiers and the Corpse Demons.

The sporadic booms of artillery only targeted Corpse Demons within ten feet of the city walls, which would be decimated by heavy firepower.

Ten miles outside the city walls.

Semi-mechanized beasts charged at the front lines, followed closely by human Martial Artists in heavy armor, swinging blades several feet long to cut down their enemies.

The Corpse Demon army was vast and unending, assaulting like waves of a tide.

No sooner was one wave repelled than more surged forward; the ground littered with broken bones had piled up two or three feet high. If not for the practice of burning the corpses after battle, reducing them to ash that scattered with the wind, the piles would have long since exceeded the height of the walls.

"Let’s die together!"

This soldier bellowed to the sky, his Dragon Blood nearly depleted, surrounded by countless Corpse Demons with no hope of retreating behind the lines.

Resigned to his fate, he detonated the liquid bomb within him, turning an area of several dozen feet into a massive fireball.

Such scenes were not uncommon on the battlefield.

The soldiers once operated heavy weaponry, mowing down Corpse Demons like cutting wheat. But as resources neared exhaustion, with common people cooking with clay pots, the frontline had no choice but to fight this way.

Atop the city walls.

General Xu’s eyes shone with vitality, dragon scales extending from his brow, already covering his entire forehead. Watching more and more soldiers self-destruct, he immediately gave an order.

"Send word to Hu Biao, have him replace the next squad."

The staff officer reminded him, "General, the second squad has only rested for three hours and haven’t fully recovered their strength..."

"We can’t wait, we can’t afford heavy casualties in the first squad."

General Xu’s eyes flashed with helplessness as he said, "The Cabinet has sent a message, starting today we are to focus on building ships. Even the production of armor and swords will be reduced..."

The staff officer exclaimed in shock, "How are we to defend then, without armor for protection, without weapons to fight, the Corpse Demon army will break through our defense after just a few charges!"

"That’s why we need to choose land over people!"

General Xu stated, "The Cabinet has allowed us to retreat within the defense lines, to defend each city step by step, ensuring that we secure one more year before all soldiers are lost."

"Another year?"

The staff officer spoke angrily, "A year ago, the Cabinet said to hold the line, and now it’s telling us to do the same. Isn’t this just sending us to our deaths?"

"What else can we do, are you going to surrender to the Corpse Demons?"

General Xu sneered, "Old Liu, to tell you the truth, if I could surrender, I would have done it long ago. Unfortunately, surrender means certain death; it’s death either way. Let’s go out in a blaze of glory!"

The staff officer saluted and immediately went down to convey the message.

An hour later.

A series of cannon blasts sounded, blowing a void into the ranks of the Corpse Demon army. The soldiers erupted with all their Qi-Blood, slaying the nearby Corpse Demons before retreating back behind their defensive line.

The Corpse Demon army quickly filled the gap, their eyes flashing with ghostly fire as they continued to charge the city walls.

They had no place to retreat to, with an endless sea of Corpse Demons behind them, they could only step over the corpses of their companions and press forward.

A second group of thousands of martial artists and soldiers burst out from the defensive line, swinging their sabers to slay the Corpse Demons, followed by long stretches of self-detonations!

Half a month later.

The defensive line in the middle section of the Dragon Coiled Mountain was the first to be breached by the Corpse Demons.

Dense masses of Corpse Demons climbed the city walls by stepping on their companions, like ants gnawing at a dike, bit by bit dismantling the bricks and stones of the wall.

When the city wall collapsed, the Corpse Demon army, blocked outside the defensive line, surged out through the breach like floodwaters finding an outlet, spreading in all directions to slaughter every living being.

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Binhai.

The port.

Countless ships were moored, crammed full of people.

In both the cabins and on the decks, wherever there was room to stand, people were willing to squeeze in.

At this moment, whether they were nobles with ancient lineage or lowly, humble commoners, they all had the same goal: to board a ship and flee the Nine Continents.

The news of the collapse of the Northern Border defences spread throughout the alliance at lightning speed. Everyone was already panic-stricken, and now they were plunged into a state of mental breakdown.

Even escailing to islands very close to the Nine Continents could buy some more time to live.

Among the many ships, the Ark of Salvation stood out the most, not only because of its larger size and perceived safety but also because it had ventured deep into the Eastern Sea, to the legendary Immortal Realm with no Spiritual Energy, no calamities!

The Ark of Salvation was piloted by ten Foundation Establishment cultivators. The alliance had provided them with many Spiritual Objects, enough to travel tens of thousands of miles.

With no need to return, these cultivators too planned to flee the Nine Continents!

The good news was that the sea monsters had orders from Ao Qin not to attack passing ships, so there was no need to fear encountering beast tides, which is why all offensive weapons had been removed to accommodate more people.

By the shore.

Notable wealthy individuals waved their exchange coupons, shouting various promises, even willing to give up everything.

All for a chance to secure a ticket aboard the Ark of Salvation. However, the giant ship was already packed with people, and no one was willing to disembark, even if it meant exchanging for the life of their dreams.

Only matters of life and death can truly equalize everyone!

On the Ark of Salvation.

Two middle-aged men squeezed at the edge of the deck, looking down at the surging crowd onshore, feeling strangely exhilarated.

"Isn’t that our boss over there, crying like a dog?"

"Indeed, just like how he looked when I begged him in the past!"

"We will survive, right?"

"Who knows!"

The people below desperately tried to board the ship, while those on it looked on with vacant eyes, clueless about the future. Perhaps, they would encounter a tsunami en route and die at sea.

...

Qiong Continent.

The ancient grounds of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

After the renaissance of Spiritual Energy, the once depleted earth-grade Spirit Veins began to gather again.

Transforming from the most basic of Spirit Veins, and over two to three hundred years, they lengthened considerably.

At this moment.

A figure emerged from underground, manifesting his form—it was Zhou Yi, who should have been in seated meditation till his death.

Zhou Yi took out an Array Plate, channeling his Mana to activate the Formation and Prohibition. Then, a string of roaring sounds thundered. The earth collapsed, the mountains crumbled, and half a mountain range broke into sections under the guidance of the formation.

A hum!

From the depths, a mourning cry emitted, like the deathly wail of the Spirit Veins.

"The seventy-second one!"

Zhou Yi took out a map of the Nine Continents, marked a cross over the position of Qiong Continent, and then delved underground to continue westward.

"If this Taoist cannot find the ancestral vein, all Spirit Veins shall be severed..."