425: Chapter 419: Revival 425: Chapter 419: Revival With a single stroke, Chen Hai killed Murakami Taro, then focused all his attention on handling the ominous black mist that assaulted him.
As the first fierce blade of the ancient tis, with the power of Hongming, it was quite easy for him to kill Murakami Taro.
Regrettably, even with the blade’s help, he found himself unable to extinguish those lifelike, peculiar black mists.
“Eaten so many pigs, Hongming, haven’t you always bragged about how incredibly powerful and aweso you are?”
“So, what?
Is this all you can do, unable to extinguish even so unknown force projected by an unknown existence?”
After several unsuccessful slashes at the black mist, which caused no damage whatsoever, Chen Hai felt speechless and dissatisfied, confronting Hongming with these questions.
“Kid, you know nothing.
Let tell you, this is the power of a Great Demon.
Do you think it’s like those diocre things you swallowed before?”
“A three-year-old child, even if you give him a fine weapon, he wouldn’t stand a chance against an adult.”
“You can’t unleash my supre might because your own strength is inadequate.
How can you bla ?”
“If it had been my previous master, not to ntion a bit of power thrown by a Great Demon, even the real Great Demon itself would have been slain with one stroke…”
Feeling belittled by Chen Hai, Hongming was equally annoyed and responded instantly.
“Is my strength really that weak?”
“Earlier, when the Snow Mountain Sect Master saw wield the Fla Power, he kept calling a True Man and almost fell down in fright.”
“Except for so unknown entities in the True Realm, I’ve never seen anyone stronger than in the real world!”
Chen Hai quickly spoke up to counter.
His own strength had always been a source of pride for him.
Being ridiculed by Hongming, saying he was as weak as a three-year-old, was clearly hard for him to accept.
“True Man?
Don’t make laugh.
In my ti, no one dared to claim to be a True Man without becoming immortal.”
“Your current strength still makes you nothing more than a mortal.”
“All myriad Dharma thods eventually lead to the sa goal.
Although I’m not very familiar with the cultivation thod you’re practicing, any true skill will ultimately transcend the mundane and lead to becoming an immortal or a deity.”
“You haven’t even taken that step yet.
Never mind a Great Demon, even a random True Demon could slap you dead.”
“People deploy a bit of power, and you can’t handle it.
Is that really so strange?”
…
With a tone thick with disdain, Hongming communicated via telepathy.
Hearing this, Chen Hai fell silent!
According to his speculation, witches, demons, immortals, deities, and so on, were all at the sa level of existence.
Only truly transcending and ascending to sainthood would his strength beco comparable to that of True Demons and True Immortals.
If the unknown entity behind the blood-colored gatewer indeed a Great Demon far stronger than True Demon and he couldn’t handle the power it deployed, it should still be understandable.
“Hongming, the era you lived in has long since passed.”
“What was the world like at that ti?”
“When you talk about a place where strong individuals are as common as clouds, do you an a place where immortals and deities are as abundant as dogs and where demons and ghosts roam everywhere?”
After a long silence, Chen Hai spoke, probing with these questions.
Of course, while he conversed with Hongming, the protective shield made from his Fla Power continued to blaze, keeping the swathes of black mist away from his body.
“The era I lived in, the earth was square and the sky round, and all beings called it the Primordial Land.”
“On any renowned mountain or great river, there would definitely be immortals and deities residing.”
“That youngling Xuan Yuan, he called himself the Human Emperor, but in reality, the territory he ruled over was nothing but a negligible part of the entire Primordial Land.”
“As for now, why has this world beco like this?”
“Based on my guess, there must have been a great change between heaven and earth, and the entire Primordial Land was shattered into countless fragnts for unknown reasons.”
“This Blue Star where you are might just be one small part of those nurous fragnts.”
“The True Realm you ntioned might be another fragnt of the Primordial Land hidden in a different space-ti.”
“Because they originally belong to one whole, although they do not exist in the sa space-ti, under certain specific circumstances, or upon eting certain conditions, there can be so intersections between them…”
After pondering for a mont, Hongming slowly began to speak, explaining.
What it said was rely its conjecture, but upon careful thought, this conjecture had a certain rationality!
In that case, it, originally residing in the Primordial Land, waking up from its silence and appearing in the underground tomb at Black Stone Reservoir could also be sowhat explained!
After listening to Hongming’s explanation, Chen Hai once again fell silent.
According to Hongming, the so-called True Realm was not just a single region.
The Takamagahara in Japan, a fragnt of the Primordial Land, and the Heavenly Court and Underworld rumored in Yanhuang Country, might be another fragnt of the Primordial Land…
Whether this conjecture was indeed the actual situation, no one knew, nor could it be proven.
Frowning and pondering deeply, Chen Hai felt that Hongming’s hypothesis, in terms of logic, seed to have no major issues; it indeed seed barely plausible!
“Ha ha ha…” Just at this mont, a loud laugh echoed through the cave.
Murakami Taro, whose head had been chopped off by Chen Hai, was sohow restored, his head and body having regenerated.
“With the protection of the Dog God, I, Murakami Taro, am undying!”
“Chen Hai, you think you can kill …”
After feeling his neck and realizing there was no wound, Murakami Taro’s gaze, filled with a murderous intent, once again turned towards Chen Hai.
However, his words were only half spoken when they abruptly stopped.
“Shut up…” With a cold snort, Chen Hai casually slashed with his blade.
The undying Murakami Taro’s head once again flew off.
Despite his head having been chopped off, the fact that he could recover and be restored was an odd affair that captured most of Chen Hai’s attention.
This ti, he noticed that the dark energy always ready to invade him surrounding his body, at the mont Murakami Taro’s corpse fell, shot towards him and entered his body in four or five streams.
The environnt in the cave was already a crimson hue, with dim lighting.
Previously, after Chen Hai had chopped off Murakami Taro’s head, he had not paid much attention to it.
At that ti, had black air similarly left his side and entered Murakami Taro’s corpse, enabling his resurrection?
With so suspicion in his heart, this ti, besides keeping part of his attention on the dark energy around him, he focused nearly half of his attention on Murakami Taro’s corpse.
After those few strands of dark energy entered Murakami Taro’s corpse, it only took a few breaths of ti.
His head flew by itself to his neck where, one by one, tendrils of flesh wriggled, perfectly and flawlessly reattaching into a whole.
Then, a few minutes later, Murakami Taro, who was supposedly dead, once again revived and sprang up from the ground.
Unfortunately, the undying him didn’t even manage to speak a few words when several streaks of blood light flashed, and he once again fell to the ground.
This ti, when Chen Hai wielded his blade, it was not just a single cut.
He made several horizontal and vertical cuts, slicing Murakami Taro’s corpse into at least a dozen pieces.
Similarly, dark energy left from Chen Hai’s side and entered the pieces of Murakami Taro’s corpse.
The amount of dark energy was no longer just four or five streams but nearly ten.
After multiple experints, Chen Hai finally beca completely certain that the more fragnted Murakami Taro’s corpse was, the more dark energy would rge into his corpse, eventually reviving him.
“What of the Great Demon’s power?
Who says I can’t deal with it?” Knowing this result, Chen Hai was delighted and murmured to himself.
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