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Master of a Billion Spells (Web Novel) - Chapter 342: Souhun Zhenren Transforms, The Prophet’s Legacy
Chapter 342: Souhun Zhenren Transforms, The Prophet’s Legacy
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“Are you all right?” Ye Feng turned back and asked the elders and disciples of the Misty Sect.
“Sect Leader, we are fine.”
Returning to their senses, the crowd promptly bowed in respect.
“Follow me.” Ye Feng nodded and flew towards the pit, looking down at the shattered underground Demon-locking Tower from high above.
Among the ruins, the remnants of a Demon General were faintly visible.
“I’ve lived in Shuiyang City for nearly half my life and never knew something like this was hidden beneath the city.” Gong Qingqiu’s heart raced with a sense of danger.
Had it not been for today’s battle, she wouldn’t have known about the existence of a Demon-locking Tower here.
“This Demon-locking Tower has a history of over a thousand years, much older than the one in Biyue Villa,” Ye Feng explained.
“Really?” Jia Yulan was astonished.
“But, this tower looks quite new!” Yan Ruyu also expressed doubt.
Mo Ying and Gong Qingqiu remained silent.
Ye Feng pointed at the Demon-locking Tower, which had been crushed by the foot of the Meat Mountain Monster, and said, “This Demon-locking Tower was buried deep underground, shielded from the sun and air, which is why it seems so pristine, but in reality, it has a long history.”
Having said that, Ye Feng descended.
The others exchanged glances and followed suit.
The pit had a diameter of over a hundred meters, and it was several miles deep. As people landed at the bottom, they discovered an icy pool and cave entrances on the walls leading off into the distance.
And within the collapsed ruins, one could vaguely make out the carcass of a huge Demonic Beast with a fearsome face.
Rusty iron chains were draped over its body.
“Rise!”
With the power of the Heroic Spirits, Ye Feng lifted the rubble and attempted to restore its structure based on its original form. Shortly after, a broken stone tower stood erect in the midst of the pit.
He was the first to enter to investigate.
From the outside, the Demon-locking Tower had nine levels.
However, the interior had only one.
A tiger-shaped Demon General was suspended mid-air, and there were many skeletons on the ground, their purpose unknown.
Strange array patterns were engraved on the surface of the Demon-locking Tower, which seemed very special, but since the tower itself was damaged, the formation was lost.
“Collect anything useful from this place, especially the array patterns. Try to replicate them if possible,” Ye Feng instructed, continuing his exploration of the pit.
“Yes,” the crowd nodded in agreement.
…
Dozens of miles underground.
Within a black space.
Thump!
The sound of a heartbeat began to rise, and a black aura gradually revived, like a faint black serpent, warily looking upwards. Its gaze seemed to penetrate the thick rock layers, observing Ye Feng from above.
“Slaughter Energy!”
The black aura whispered, fear flashing in its eyes. It immediately turned into a mist and fled along the deep underground towards the distance.
It moved at an incredible speed, completely silent.
Even Ye Feng, who was exploring the Demon-locking Tower, was unaware that tens of miles below, there was a special consciousness lurking.
The black consciousness kept fleeing further away.
Finally, it arrived at a secluded valley and emerged from the ground, surveying its surroundings.
In the valley, there was a thatched cottage.
A Pig-headed Person walked out of the hut, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, staring at the sky and yawning.
“Ah, this frustrating life!”
Souhun Zhenren Zhu Yongfu lamented.
Ever since his narrow escape, he had been hiding in this valley to cultivate and had now reached the stage where he could transform his shape.
“Clang!”
Zhu Yongfu tossed the hoe onto the ground.
He sat cross-legged beneath the only Spiritual Energy Vortex in the valley, adopting a cultivation pose with his palms facing upwards. He crushed a previously refined Blood Spirit Pill and his body was washed over with surging Vitality Power.
Whoosh!
The Vitality Power was like an ocean, with waves crashing tumultuously.
Zhu Yongfu continually absorbed strength until he finally broke through a bottleneck, his pig head starting to transform.
His mouth shortened, his ears shrank, and his bare head sprouted black hair strands, finally he was no longer bald!
“I, Zhu Yongfu, have finally transformed into a human form.”
He lay by the side of the lake, looking at his square face in the reflection. He felt that his appearance was rough and not at all handsome, but he had finally taken on a human form.
As for his hands and feet, they had all appeared as well.
However, as his name suggested, Zhu Yongfu, even after becoming a transformed Demon General, was still very fat, with a large belly, seriously overweight, weighing at least three hundred pounds.
“I may be a bit on the heavier side, but it’s still alright.”
Zhu Yongfu touched his own hair, chuckled stupidly, and when he lifted his head, he saw a dark mist had formed beside him.
“What’s that?”
Zhu Yongfu’s eyes widened.
“To possess you!”
A cold voice emerged from the black fog and then it slammed into Zhu Yongfu’s forehead, pouring into him.
“Ah! Not good, this body has already been possessed once, damn it, by a plant!”
The black mist let out a sharp curse as it began to collapse; its voice quickly fading away, and its own memories were devoured by the utterly confused Zhu Yongfu.
“What’s that?”
Souhun Zhenren Zhu Yongfu was still completely clueless as to what was going on with the black fog.
“Huh, these are its memories… Outer Realm Prophets, Demon-locking Tower generating Evil Qi, Evil Qi is a form of the Power of Curse, which can be used by the Prophet Clan for deducing everything…”
“Hiss! I actually killed a Prophet.”
“No, to be precise, I wasn’t the one who killed him, because the Prophet Clan cannot possess a body that has already been possessed, so they were forcefully obliterated by the Heaven and Earth Laws!”
“However, its attempt to possess me also serves it right.”
Zhu Yongfu digested the memories left by the black breath, his expression growing solemn, momentarily at a loss for words.
The black breath belonged to a member of the Outer Realm Prophets.
The Prophets were not an individual, but a clan!
This clan excelled in deducing everything and foreseeing the past and future, but they needed to refine Evil Qi into the Power of Curse and then sacrifice this power to cast special spells for deducing the matters they wished to know.
And Evil Qi needed to be collected by constructing Demon-locking Towers!
Zhu Yongfu continued to digest this information, his gaze growing brighter and brighter, and he chuckled, “Now I have inherited the knowledge of the Prophets, and I can perform simple deductions. With this ability, I will first deduce things that can promote my Cultivation Level without any danger.”
“As time goes by, I can lurk my way to becoming a big shot.”
“Hehe, Ye Feng, you just wait and see!”
Zhu Yongfu touched his shiny forehead, his gaze sweeping around the valley. He caught a tiger that often engaged in slaughter and tormented it until it released a wisp of Evil Qi.
Then, sitting cross-legged under a Spiritual Energy Vortex, he began to inscribe on the flat stone slab with the wisp of black Evil Qi.
This was the Deduction Array from his memories.
“With Evil Qi as the guide, to deduce all things, activate!”
Zhu Yongfu threw the wisp of Evil Qi into the formation, causing it to disperse into a gray fog, which then transformed into an image.
“This is a valley a hundred miles away; in three days, a great battle will take place there. Two Lower Rank Demon Generals will almost annihilate each other. I can take advantage of the situation, and reap the benefits!”
After watching the image, Zhu Yongfu was ecstatic.
With these two Lower Rank Demon Generals, he could refine a large number of Blood Spirit Pills and could also use their Evil Qi to deduce new futures.
“Hehe, brilliant!”
Zhu Yongfu laughed loudly, as if he foresaw the day when he would become a big shot and make Ye Feng kneel before him, crying and calling him ‘daddy.’
Whoosh!
A strong wind blew by.
Zhu Yongfu suddenly found that his newly grown lush black hair had lost more than a dozen strands, his pupils involuntarily shrinking.
“Damn, does deduction cause hair loss?”
“No, please!”
Zhu Yongfu roared to the sky.
He finally understood why all the Prophets in his memories wore cloaks and only showed their faces.
Because they had long been bald!
“I’ve gone bald, and I’ve become strong…”
Zhu Yongfu muttered in pain and pleasure, on the verge of tears.
