readytorunbook Chapter 142 Yun Zhongzi's Memories, The Lich War and the Stitching of Corpses
Chapter 142 Yun Zhongzi's Memories, The Lich War and the Stitching of Corpses
on the screen.
Yun Zhongzi was still a boy at that time. The Demon Court still existed, and the demon race, led by Emperor Jun and Donghuang, was at war with the witch race, led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The demon race rules the heavens, and the witch race rules the earth.
Over time, two tigers cannot share one mountain.
The situation wouldn't have turned out this way, a fight to the death. Emperor Jun's son, the Golden Crow, soared into the sky, scorching the earth and causing countless deaths and injuries to the Wu tribe.
At this time, Kuafu of the Wu tribe began chasing the sun in an attempt to avenge his people, but he could not catch up with the extremely fast Golden Crow and was eventually roasted to death on Peach Mountain.
When Kuafu's friend Da Yi learned of this, he was furious and shot down nine of the suns. After shooting down nine golden crows, he was seen by Donghuang Taiyi, who came to his rescue. Da Yi killed Da Yi, and Da Yi's spirit was sealed as the Taiyin Star.
The Witch Clan lost two powerful witches who had the potential to become leaders, and the Demon Clan lost nine princes. All the old and new grudges between the two sides erupted at this moment.
Thus began the endless war between the Lich Kings...
Humans became the most pitiful victims, helplessly and cruelly slaughtered, their screams never ceasing.
He became a collector of resentment from the two races as they crafted their treasures. The more he tormented humanity, the more fear and resentment he generated. In one great war, billions of humans died!
Yun Zhongzi hid in a crevice in the cliff, hugging his trembling body as he watched the flying dragons in the sky and the terrifyingly strong witch clan fighting each other.
He murmured softly:
"The weak can only survive by the blade. If I had the physique of the witch clan and the magical power of the demon clan, I would never be afraid of being killed again..."
The sky darkened and then brightened again.
A war has ended.
Yun Zhongzi's youthful face gradually hardened as he traversed the battlefield, where flames burned everywhere.
He searched everywhere, knelt on the ground and picked up the magical artifact that his master had died in battle, hiding it in his clothes.
They knelt down again, searching for more.
suddenly!
Yun Zhongzi's subordinate touched a severed arm, and the power within it shocked him, giving rise to a bold idea.
Instead of focusing on finding the magical treasure, he searched for the corpse of the Wu clan, descendants of Pangu, and painstakingly dragged the body and limbs to the cave where he lived.
Amidst the jumbled stones, Yun Zhongzi's youthful face grew increasingly composed, a twig clenched between his teeth.
Maitreya's lips twitched outside. "Isn't this just a remnant of the Six Pure Bamboo? So you picked it up as trash during the Lich War!"
The young Yun Zhongzi was still a novice cultivator. In order to become stronger, he gritted his teeth, held a broken branch in his mouth, and chopped off his own arm.
The excruciating pain made him tremble uncontrollably, but he endured it without uttering a sound.
Then, the red-hot needles pierced back and forth through his arms and shoulders...
Yang Jiao felt a pang of pain just looking at it, and softly asked Yun Zhongzi in front of her:
"So the Taoist priest was unharmed even after being exposed by the Golden Light Wheel, is it because his body was replaced by that of the Witch Clan?"
Yun Zhongzi smiled regretfully and slowly shook his head:
"No."
This dark memory was something I didn't want anyone to know, but since the illusion had appeared, it was impossible to break free. Even though my hands were trembling from the memory, I could only force myself to endure the discomfort and say:
"Keep watching, and you'll all understand..."
Scattered limbs...
It's Yun Zhongzi's...
He cut off his own hand and replaced it with that of a fallen member of the witch clan.
He had initially integrated very well; his new hands could move and his new legs could bend. But as soon as his frail body stood up, it could no longer support the terrifyingly powerful limbs of the witch clan.
The stitches broke off at the seams.
The hand fell down, and the leg lay to the side.
Yun Zhongzi helplessly tried to gather his severed limbs back together, wanting to sew them back onto his body, but it was all in vain...
He looked up to the sky and roared:
Why are humans so weak?!
"Why do these races with Pangu's bloodline also want to slaughter humans!"
"Why would the Demon Court, having already seized control of a region, still kill people to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword?!"
"Why are people powerless to resist?"
Perhaps it was this deep resentment that was encountered by the Grand Master Xuandu, who came to save the human race. He was the first human created by the goddess Nuwa in the world, and he was taken as a disciple by Laozi as soon as he had a spirit.
Although he severed the connection between good and evil, he still had an inseparable affection for humanity as a human being.
When he found Yun Zhongzi, he sighed and used his magic to create fine thread to sew Yun Zhongzi back together.
"I can only guarantee that your body will not fall off for a year; the rest is up to your fate."
Even after Grand Master Xuandu left, Yun Zhongzi remained unwilling to see the human race become the target of slaughter, and he worked even harder on the battlefield.
They collected more and more magical artifacts and remains of demons and witches.
Even the corpses of dragons, phoenixes, and qilin were dragged back to the cave.
Obsessed with changing bodies every day...
Later on, his body no longer belonged to him.
He had preserved his original head, limbs, and torso in excellent condition. Whenever he had a new piece to refine, he would stay up late at night, squatting in a corner of his cave, and by the light of a candle, he would start sewing his body stitch by stitch with his back to the illusion...
The screen then stopped.
No one present uttered a word.
Not only was he shocked by Yun Zhongzi's method of sewing his body together, but he also felt pity for the human race.
As human beings, from ancient times to the present, we have always been trying to find ways to survive...
difficult.
Living is difficult.
A faint, enigmatic smile appeared on Yun Zhongzi's pale face. Looking at the desolate and sorrowful scene, he composed himself and softly said:
"A year later, I still hadn't been able to sew up my body properly, and before I died, my master took me back to Kunlun Mountain."
"The reason my body survived being pierced by the golden light wheel is because... my body was originally dead..."
Apart from Yang Jiao, who learned about the tragic state of humanity from her memories, everyone else had experienced the Lich War and vividly remembered how miserable humanity had been.
Before they could recover from their grief, the illusions around them transformed into a battlefield...
【Ding. 】
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