It also hinted at the behavioral strategies for the six stages of life.
By using a population of one hundred thousand bloodlines, ranging from infants to octogenarians, to simulate these six dragons, one can easily manipulate the Dragon Energy of Post-Yan.
Zhou Jinhuan, as the System Master, bore the brunt.
Completing all six variations takes as short as six days, or as long as twelve.
Although this will accelerate Post-Yan’s fortunes, bringing continuous good luck, once it reaches "Nine at the top: Kanglong Regret," that is when the Dragon Slaying Skill is activated and Post-Yan’s forces collapse like a landslide, leading to the nation’s ruin and the Emperor’s death.
The stronger the force participating in the ritual, the more inevitable the trend of Kanglong Regret becos.
Desire for ambition blazed in Zhou Wenrui’s eyes as he sneered,
"Hmph, successfully slaying the dragon is the minimum expectation of our Sect, but achieving Dragon Creation is the true pursuit of this ’Chaotic Pupil Qiu Dragon’!"
Liu Wencheng, without a doubt, was a rare talent that appeared once in a millennium. "Whip Mountain Dragon Seeking" could destroy as much as it could create.
Indeed, the most fearso was the "Dragon Slaying Skill," but the most precious was the "Dragon Creation Technique" within it.
It aid to sever Zhou Jinhuan, the strongest among the descendants of Emperor Taizu, from the source.
And incidentally, use the "Dragon Creation Technique" to graft the opponent’s Dragon Energy onto Zhou Wenrui himself.
This thod was countless tis more clever than when he had originally stolen Qingyan’s rightful Jade Pendant and Dragon Scale Armor.
However, whether it was theft or robbery, last ti it was a wife, and this ti it was a son.
Wife, daughter, son, ancestors—truly, whoever he could trap, he would, in so way, Zhou Wenrui could be considered a paragon of sticking to original intentions.
Before long, the group from "Nine Aspects Corpse Divine Tao," seemingly successful, reerged from the Underground Palace.
Behind them, a magnificent coffin decorated with golden dragons was also carried out by a group of imnsely strong Dao Generals.
At this point, Zhou Wenrui couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.
Three hundred years had passed, and even with the protection of a Jade Pendant and a specially made coffin, one couldn’t guarantee with absolute certainty that Zhou Xingzong’s Corpse would still be perfectly preserved.
The better preserved the Corpse, the more effective the ritual would be.
No sooner had the coffin been set down than he eagerly shouted,
"Open the coffin!"
There were no surprises.
With the successful removal of the coffin lid, a Corpse of an old Emperor dressed in a Dragon Robe and wearing a crown was presented before everyone.
The skin was rosy, the hair was in place; it looked no different from having been buried just yesterday.
"Yes, it’s him!"
What he saw matched exactly with what he had seen in portraits, and Zhou Wenrui’s heart, which had been raised in anxiety, settled back down again.
However, a few of the disciples from "Nine Aspects Corpse Divine Tao" who saw the majestic-even-in-death Emperor flashed a flicker of doubt in their eyes.
As they edged closer for a careful look, the flicker of doubt in their eyes instantly turned into panic.
"What is...?!!"
For they faintly felt the aura belonging to their own Tao Lineage’s supre Daoist Skill— "Nine Aspects Corpse Divine Law"— emanating from this Corpse!
It was known that the "Nine Aspects Corpse Divine Law," which integrated the elents of skeletons, Blood River, and ghosts, had enigmatic variations.
Creating a deceptive Corpse with a bit of the original body’s flesh and blood was also a piece of cake.
In fact, the "Corpse Son" was the Grandmaster of the Earth Scholars.
A rule within their Sect specified that when they went tomb-robbing, especially when targeting the tombs of high officials and nobility, they had to craft a false Corpse to deceive others.
This was to prevent the descendants of the tomb’s owner from detecting anything unusual and thereby attracting trouble.
After all, they still needed to open for business at "Netherworld Square," the largest Ghost Market, and it was better to avoid offending potential custors whenever possible.
At this mont, sensing the corresponding Daoist energy from this "tomb owner," what it implied was self-evident.
No wonder it looked so fresh.
Clearly, there had been a thief before they even began their work!
The crowd exchanged glances, and with perfect understanding, no one voiced a warning aloud.
No one knew better than they how cruel and rciless the Sect’s thods were.
If anyone dared to speak the truth, they’d undoubtedly take the fall for the "Corpse Son" and be thrown straight to their mortal enemy, "Plague Dao."
They could only grumble quietly in their hearts,
"The flesh used for this counterfeit must also co from the genuine Zhou Xingzong, so the ritual should not be affected... right?"
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