Chapter 160: Fall Seal? Refine It!
On the morning of the sixth day after returning, Yuan Zhu slept until late morning and revived at full health. Without even having time for breakfast, he rushed to the haunted house with an excited heart.
Today was his day of great joy.
The journey was smooth without any traffic jams. Arriving at the outskirts of the residential area, he avoided pedestrians, flipped over the wall, and dashed straight to “his own haunted house,” pushing the door open and heading directly to the study next to the hall.
Kicking open the room door, he reached up into the mid-air hanging with vine hammocks and yanked down a one-armed goblin snoring soundly.
“Bang! Bounce bounce bounce…”
With a muffled thud, the goblin’s occiput hit the ground, bouncing several times continuously, hurting so much it doubted its life, before dazedly opening its eyes: Who am I? Where am I? I’m doomed!
Yuan Zhu grabbed the Eggplant Parasitic Goblin by one leg and headed to the stairs without looking back. Dragging it all the way up amid rhythmic crashing drumbeats, swaying his body slightly, he arrived at the attic and entered the Disease Garden.
“Pa!” He tossed the terrified goblin onto the oily, flesh-like wriggling ground.
Yuan Zhu said nothing, wearing a mysterious smile, looking at it with eyes full of happiness mixed with blessing and congratulations. As if telling it with his eyes: “Your good days have finally arrived!”
After feasting for days, constantly infused with “nutrient solution (shadow pollution)” by shadow eggplant vines, and force-fed Shadow Tomatoes, the goblin’s severed arm couldn’t regenerate, but its physical condition had returned to its peak. Even its brain, under the crammed feeding of shadow eggplants, had become exceptionally sharp and useful.
An ominous chill surged to its heart, its small body trembled slightly, and it reached out to touch the ground, feeling waves of warm slipperiness. The entire ground seemed to slowly wriggle and lick at it, wanting to swallow it bit by bit underground?
The goblin’s heart skipped a beat! What the hell is this place? Don’t come over!!
It was awed by the terrifying polluted aura of the Disease Garden, goosebumps erupting all over its body, uncontrollably crawling backward like a silkworm chrysalis.
Yuan Zhu raised his right hand in front of him, grabbed his small arm with his left, and slightly rotated the Holy Mark on his right wrist. Sacred and warm milky-white holy light rose in his palm, gently covering it, bringing a trace of warmth to this Disease Garden filled with evil and sin even in the air.
In the flesh flower field, vines wriggled like blood vessels, blood-colored flowers bloomed, revealing single eyes spinning around, some disgustedly looking at Yuan Zhu, this “holy light madman.” This bastard was here to cause trouble again!
Some small eyeballs curiously looked at the little goblin and coughed out large amounts of disease spores, wanting to infect it. Let this ant become polluted and powerful, and kill that holy light-spamming lunatic!
Master Yuan stepped on the sticky flesh membrane, approaching step by step, and said in a gentle tone: “Don’t be afraid, lucky goblin. Today is your great day. I want you to aid my cultivation! I will perform great purification on you, cleansing the sins of your soul inch by inch, helping you achieve sublimation! Your blood, your flesh, your bones will ultimately turn to ash, melted and cast into my Soul Crystal, completing the final link.”
“Be grateful! This is not slaughter, it’s a boon. This is not death, it’s sublimation. Your death is not death; you will exist eternally in a brand new form, becoming part of my great achievements! Witness my path to ascension; from now on, every demon I slay, every sin I purify, will have your share of merit. Doesn’t that make you feel deeply moved right now?”
Dare not move, I dare not move!
The goblin that understood Mandarin shook its head frantically to show it really didn’t want to refuse the honor.
However, Yuan Zhu couldn’t understand goblin language. He raised his hand, holy light erupted, followed by a Holy Cough Great Hand Seal.
Vitality surged and burned within his body, transforming into Immeasurable Holy Cough blasting into the goblin’s chest, shattering its bones and snapping its tendons. Its chest ribs cracked with a snap, neatly caving in to form a terrifying purplish-black palm print.
At the same time, Yuan Zhu poured a full “week’s” worth of vigorous vitality entirely into the lucky goblin. It let out a painful scream, its body convulsing and struggling desperately, blood spraying from its nose and mouth, coughing blood, looking exactly like it had been hit by a truck and was about to traverse to another world.
Yet no matter how it struggled, it couldn’t die. Instead, faint milky-white fluorescence erupted from its chest, spreading through its blood vessels to the whole body. Glowing capillaries crawled over its surface, bursting with unprecedented vitality, forcing it into a last burst of strength.
Painful as it was, vomiting blood as it was, at this moment it was truly healthy, filled with external vitality that hijacked its body, continuously breaking through, climbing, and breaking through to unprecedented peaks.
“Does it hurt? Despair? Then get stronger! Devour these plants heartily, breathe the air deeply; you will surpass everything and become stronger than ever. Then hate! Loathe! Come find me for revenge.”
With that, his right hand erupted with dazzling holy light again, while invisible insectoid race murmurs wrapped around his fingers, forming an ethereal hymn.
Then came another Holy Breath Great Slap. With the crisp decisiveness of an international face-slapping champion, it violently struck the coughing goblin’s right face.
“Pa!” A skull-shattering, heaven-piercing thud echoed in the screaming goblin’s brain, reverberating repeatedly.
Though it couldn’t understand the words, they drilled into its head like a curse, pouring scalding “polluting knowledge” like magma into its brain, burning and roasting its shriveled cerebrum. Countless mental pollution breathing rhythms, meridian knowledge, inhalation instincts… were engraved into its instincts along with the Holy Breath.
“Gah gah gah—gah—”
The goblin painfully clutched its neck, uncontrollably breathing in the manner of the Sacred Breathing Method. But it had no meridians inside, its lungs ignited by the Holy Cough, and its shadow-eroded body became fuel. Every breath was soul-deep pain and burning.
And every deep breath drew more disease pollution into its lungs with the air, killed and purified by the Holy Cough on one side, while spreading dense pollution throughout its body on the other, forcing violent evolution.
Thus, the goblin writhed like an earthworm doused in sulfuric acid in the flower field, madly snapping off clusters of eyeball flowers and coughing fruits to stuff into its mouth, gulping them down, using constant “external diseases” to mend its damaged body.
Using the “pathological vitality” from disease pollution to proliferate and reinforce its body, countering the Holy Breathing that poured oil on the fire.
Every breath was like tossing new catalysts into an already violently reacting beaker, making the chemical reaction even more extreme. Turning ordinary combustion into a thermite reaction that burns through steel plates.
Yuan Zhu’s goal was merely to cultivate a completely out-of-control “super disease demonic creature” with infinitely amplifying pollution power, to perfectly ensure the Soul Crystal’s flawless condensation.
The goblin didn’t disappoint, completely losing control and rampaging. In its violently rhythmic breathing, its entire chest exploded into a flower, becoming a blood-flesh maw split open four ways from the waist up, with only double legs. A lone spine like a stubborn stamen dangled a head with eyes spewing blazing “white light (holy light).”
Shouting: “Pain! It hurts too much!”
Yuan Zhu was startled by this eerie abstract scene: “Hey, did we go too far?”
Little Spicy Stick: “Who knows. But I feel it’s not only not dead, but even more vital!”
The walking flesh flower pounced to the ground, its spine flexibly whipping up large swaths of diseased crops like a whip. Its shattered front chest, back, sides, and one arm converged like “closing fingers,” wrapping food chunks into its “chest and abdomen,” gulping and chewing.
“Incomprehensible, but I’m greatly shocked!”
The goblin’s behavior utterly exceeded understanding. The Holy Cough Particles and shadow pollution in its body were rapidly extinguishing, while disease pollution surged explosively.
Little Spicy Stick: “Boss, should we start the second phase? This thing is getting pretty fierce; maybe just fight it now?”
“How can we? Are you doubting me? I’m breaking through to Foundation Establishment Stage! This thing in front of me is my personally refined Foundation Establishment Pill—with extra ingredients! Must add ingredients! I want to refine the perfect great pill to break through.”
With that, Yuan Zhu pulled out a piece of Earth Rank Mutated Tissue.
This was what he recovered from dead Magic Worms in the underground world, refined into “insect system extraordinary shadow pollution tissue.” He thought he’d get something like Extraordinary Insectoid Race Meridians, but ended up with a wriggling mutated tissue mass.
It looked like a lump of overflowing vitality wriggling rotten flesh, which could integrate into a Magic Worm’s body to greatly enhance tissue strength, power, durability, and vitality; but it couldn’t form “meridians,” more like a cancerous tissue.
Now, he tossed this lump of Earth Rank Magic Worm mutated tissue at the “flesh tumor goblin.” The thing suddenly split open like a snapdragon from Plants vs. Zombies, swallowing it in one bite and refining it instantly.
Under the continuous injection of “disease pollution,” this goblin went completely mad, no longer classifiable by orderly controllable Pollution System. It fused “Holy Cough, shadow, insect system, Kunlun, knight, disease,” becoming a fully out-of-control “cancerous tissue.”
Its body size also escaped goblin “humanoid” limits, rapidly growing chitin exoskeleton jacket on the surface, its physical body inflating like it ate growth fertilizer, flesh madly proliferating… insect limbs sprouting here, a chelicera there, then three thick left legs, half a face with jumbled features emerging on its back…
Like a vitality-out-of-control cancerous aggregate, scarier than a G-virus infectoid from Biohazard! The crisis sense it gave Yuan Zhu skyrocketed, breaking past the 1 Seal threshold—this thing might be heading for 2 Seals?
Little Spicy Stick hurriedly urged: “Holy shit, awesome! Utterly hopeless! This demon deserves extermination! Boss, hurry and strike, or soon it’ll refine you instantly!”
At this moment, Yuan Zhu, who personally created this monstrosity from a 1.2m scrawny little goblin to a 2.3m flesh mountain demon king in a flash, deeply felt the warning he heard before starting Supernatural Entry studies.
“Cultivation in the supernatural system is controlled, orderly pollution erosion of oneself. What cultivation pursues has never been rapid strengthening, but stable, slow strengthening as much as possible.”
Before, he hadn’t felt it deeply, after all, he’d rocketed to 1 Seal, and hadn’t been daily setting fires in the garden just to condense the Soul Crystal a bit faster, fearing it was too slow.
But now, he finally witnessed what enlightenment was, straight to the ninth heaven!?
The lucky goblin was sleeping soundly, got rudely awakened, dragged to the garden, hit with one great hand seal + one great slap, instantly ascending, breaking through to Earth Rank, charging toward 2 Seals.
Strong, truly too strong!
“If this thing could be made into a Holy Light Bomb?!”
“Bang!”
The flesh mountain full of pathological life force suddenly twisted its thick elephant legs, stomping the ground, instantly shattering flesh and soil into a half-meter-deep crater.
The flesh mountain instantly teleported in front of Yuan Zhu. Puff! Countless strong large intestines intertwined into powerful flesh whips, whistling through the air toward him, wrapped in “filthy black light”???
“Fuck, what is this?”
“It’s holy light! Holy light filled with disease and shadow aura!” Little Spicy Stick emitted a shrill screech. “It Fell Seal!”
Yuan Zhu, completely unable to understand the monster’s “operating mechanism,” could only instinctively clench his fist, squeeze the air, and roar: “Sanctuary, descend!”
This move was his currently mastered strongest usable Holy Light Ultimate Skill!
Directly manifesting the Seal Casting perfected Sanctuary in physical form.
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The Seal Casting process is forging Conceptual Weapon/Soul Weapon with the soul (ash). Equivalent to crafting seemingly illusory yet substantial Soul Equipment/Magic Treasure.
Normally, the Holy Seal is stored in the spirit soul. In battle, release it directly, “materializing and embodying” the soul into persistent “equipment/Magic Treasure.”
Now, Master Yuan’s Sanctuary, under his subconscious cognition and three views’ influence, descended as a small Eastern-style building (shrine/palace).
The moment Sanctuary appeared, it rapidly expanded from palm-sized shrine to telephone booth-sized miniature temple, enshrining (protecting) Yuan Zhu within.
Boom boom boom boom…
Then came a series of air-tearing supersonic whipping sounds. The flesh mountain demon king’s attacks continuously lashed the Sanctuary surface. Black light-wrapped flesh charged suicidally without holding back, exploding directly on the Sanctuary surface, flesh bursting and mixing with Fallen Seal Holy Light to erode it.
The heavily polluted black light flesh mud sizzled with corrosion on the sanctuary temple surface.
Protected by the Holy Seal, Yuan Zhu silently perceived: this intensity could already crack his Holy Light Force Field—pretty fierce!
Boom!
The flesh mountain moved again, its chest-like part suddenly splitting open, unfolding to both sides. Like a giant “rotten flesh facehugger,” it stretched all its flesh to wrap and devour the telephone booth-sized Sanctuary.
“Open!”
Yuan Zhu controlled the Sanctuary to expand further. The telephone booth-sized miniature temple swelled into a small Celestial Dynasty rural land temple, but extravagantly ornate with upturned eaves and brackets, unfolding in large arcs like spikes and ramming horns, piercing the flesh mountain’s envelopment, and bursting outward with rejecting force field shocks.
The Sanctuary itself is a soul-substantialized “entity spatial barrier.” Using Sanctuary as capital pool (real estate) naturally bursts stronger “Holy Light Force Field” outward.
Layer upon layer of force field barriers suddenly erupted, powerfully repelling the flesh mountain as far as possible. It split dozens of large intestine tentacles, continuously coiling up surrounding polluted crops to devour, absorb, replenish consumption, igniting more passively wrapping “Fallen Seal black light” that couldn’t be actively used.
“Seal!”
Yuan Zhu instantly withdrew the Sanctuary. The next moment, the Sanctuary miniature palace’s foundation appeared under the “cancerous flesh mountain,” forming a 3m×4m force field pedestal.
Simultaneously, spatial force fields erupted on all sides, repelling and squeezing its body, temporarily locking it in place.
Even foolishly gorging and growing beyond 2.5m, its footprint remained small. Framed by the 12㎡ sanctuary foundation, plenty of room. (Already over 1/3 area, not much spare.)
Then, 3m-high materialized holy light walls rose around, caging the Fallen Seal flesh mountain demonic creature, with spatial force field automatically capping to form a Sanctuary Prison confining the dazed cancerous monster.
“?!!”
Sensing danger, the flesh mountain swung thick muscular fists at the walls, bone-cracking sounds echoing. Black light burst, smashing layer after layer of Holy Light Force Field, showing void-shattering potential.
But the Sanctuary’s strength and hardness were exaggerated, as if cast from “space,” several times that of ordinary Holy Light Force Field.
If past “force field barriers” were temporary one-time products, this Sanctuary persisted, fully materialized, self-contained space isolating external “disease pollution.”
Then, Yuan Zhu activated the 99.99% complete Soul Crystal, pouring all stored holy light into the Sanctuary: “Refinement!”
Inside the Sanctuary, the fallen flesh mountain madly proliferating to fill the holy light temple emitted earth-shaking screams, twisting and thrashing wildly, bursting flesh globs to coat every inch of the sanctuary, then refined again, proliferating and exploding… endlessly cycling.
