Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 205 - 126: Tai Sui, Brain God, and Immortality_3

If he were to say he had no purpose at all, Zheng Yi wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death.

"From the moment you entered the Black God Mansion, I noticed you. I found that you and I are alike; we aren't content with the status quo, we are restless people!"

The mind of the Black God Group's founder, Claude, communicated with Zheng Yi through spiritual power.

"Your strength is incredibly powerful, and your methods are very strange, something I have never seen before. They are marvelous enough to crush my incompetent subordinates."

"With your strength, if you join forces with me, the entire Luo City will become ours in a short time."

"Moreover, I'll tell you a secret, an irresistible temptation... and that is immortality! As long as you are willing to unite, I am willing to share the secret of immortality with you..."

Claude seemed to think he could grasp Zheng Yi's weak spot, believing that no Extraordinary could completely resist the greatest temptation of immortality.

The reason he became this ghostly figure was because of the eternal life he desired, wasn't it?

So he thought Zheng Yi would be moved by his words, and the aged face in the petri dish carried a hint of fervor and a hint of fanaticism.

The head spoke word by word, with a tone that carried a hint of boasting, but more so of control over Zheng Yi.

Immortality!

An extremely tempting topic, and one might say it is the greatest ambition and desire in human exploration of the body since ancient times.

It's a serious topic. Since ancient times, no human civilization has failed to circulate matters of immortality.

During the feudal dynasty periods, those reigning emperors always dispatched subordinates to find the so-called Immortal Elixir.

For the sake of immortality!

Unfortunately, this has always been a false proposition, something almost impossible to happen.

Yet now, the founder of the Black God Group personally told Zheng Yi that he would bring him news of 'immortality.'

He hoped the two could accomplish great things together.

If it were someone else hearing this, they might indeed be tempted, but when Zheng Yi heard it, he even felt like laughing.

Is this guy crazy? Or has his brain been soaking in water so long it's rotted to this extent?!

Who is he? He's a Cultivator, trying to deceive a Cultivator with immortality, that's really a case of a brain short-circuiting.

Even if Zheng Yi were an idiot, he wouldn't abandon the golden path of a Cultivator to become like Claude's ghostly form; that would be utterly foolish, abandoning the entire granary for a rotten sesame seed?

Of course, this old thing doesn't know Zheng Yi's background, only assuming he's another Extraordinary Ability User with his encounters.

Alright, then it's no problem.

"Immortality?!"

A peculiar smile appeared on Zheng Yi's face, while Claude, the founder of the Black God Group in the petri dish, widened his eyes, staring intently at Zheng Yi's facial expression, seeming to believe everything was already in his grasp.

He didn't believe that in this world, in a world so desperate and devoid of hope, anyone could resist the temptation of becoming a god, let alone immortality...

Then he saw Zheng Yi's grin broadening, leading him to burst into laughter.

"You, old coot without hands or feet, trying to tease Uncle Zheng? Immortality, huh? Go dream your grand spring and autumn dreams; I feel like you're insulting people..."

Zheng Yi cursed out loud, and as Claude's eyes in the petri dish filled with confusion and disbelief, the Five Ghosts Sword Embryo appeared in Zheng Yi's hand, suddenly piercing through the air, penetrating the nutrient chamber, and directly stabbing into Claude's head.

In an instant, an immensely powerful spiritual force exploded, and the terrifying energy shrouded the entire underground space.

"Buzz..."

In a moment, a terrifying spirit storm swept through, and Zheng Yi only felt a sudden blackness before his eyes, cursing inwardly.

"Damn it!"

The dreadful spiritual power penetrated Zheng Yi's brain, bringing about a violent turn of heavens and earth, causing his thoughts to blur, putting him in a dizzy state.

Not knowing how much time passed before he opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings had changed dramatically, as if he had transferred to another time and space.

"What kind of ghost place is this? The Netherworld? And Ox-headed and Horse-faced..."

He discovered that he was wearing prison clothes and being pressed down. Looking back, he saw Ox-headed and Horse-faced standing at two-zhang height, with several Prison Guards pressing down on him.

Surrounded by a gloomy and terrifying grand hall, its walls hanging with various torture instruments like eye-gougers and ear-cutters, stained with dark black blood, evidently used repeatedly.

Looking forward, directly ahead was King Yama, wearing official robes, his tall body exuding supreme dignity, holding the Book of Life and Death, pointing at Zheng Yi, shouting sternly.

"Bold Zheng Yi, do you know your guilt!"

The gavel slammed down, an unspeakable authority rising sharply. In the hall, a detachment of Ghost Soldiers on either side, each holding a Slaying Rod, focused their awe-inspiring gaze on Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi felt all his magical power vanish; the invisible pressure pressed down like a mountain, trying to make him kneel.

"Kneel, kneel..."

"Mighty!"

Thunderous voices echoed through the grand hall, filling Zheng Yi's mind completely. If he were to look up at each person on the stage, he'd find viciousness and savagery filling their eyes.

It seemed as if Zheng Yi, standing there under the grand hall, was the prey shaking with fear, being a slab of meat for them to chop and swallow at any moment.

"Alright, shut up!"

"Stop the theatrics already."

Suddenly, a bulge appeared on Zheng Yi's brow, powerful Divine Soul Power swirling around the ancestral aperture between his brows, wanting to burst forth, yet an overwhelming suppressive force kept it in check.

However, Zheng Yi raised his head; at this moment, his eyes had turned into a silvery-white pupil, flashing a cold, merciless hue, completely devoid of human emotion.