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Chapter 1257: Chapter 353: King Yan Grants Immortality, Unprecedented Dao Fruit Double Molting [Monthly Ticket Request]

The Underworld is very fair.

It will give anyone an opportunity.

As long as you obediently submit,

there is a chance to receive a resurrection package, provided that...

Submit.

Li Che spread his five fingers and pressed them onto the last remaining golden skull of Huang Mei.

King Yan caresses your crown, granting you an undying body!

Transform into the Soul Capturing, indeed gaining an undying body. Even if the body dies, it can still re-form. No matter how powerful the force, it cannot obliterate the Soul Capturing.

Unless that powerful entity can trace the source and find the power at the origin of the Soul Capturing and carry out its annihilation.

And the source of the Soul Capturing... originates from Li Che.

The [Immaculate Heart] Dao Fruit of Li Che!

The opponent must follow the Soul Capturing to annihilate and shatter the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit to truly obliterate the Soul Capturing.

And the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit...

Hangs in that vast Dao Tree Space, possessing profound mysteries.

Li Che cannot imagine the terrifying power capable of following the Soul Capturing, tracing the source, finding the Dao Fruit, and then obliterating the Dao Fruit from the Dao Tree.

”To atone for your sins, shedding a tear of the devil is not enough; you need to demonstrate with actions. As long as Hell is not empty, you shall never become a Buddha.”

A faint voice gently echoed out from beneath the mask divided into two by black and white, Yin and Yang.

With indifference, with coldness.

Even Lv Taibai, with his hair fluttering and standing with his sword collected, felt a slight chill down his spine.

Then...

Lv Taibai’s pupils involuntarily constricted.

A surge of extreme disbelief burst forth from his eyes, spreading out.

All of his Sword Intent and Sword Qi were trembling uncontrollably!

This...

What... is this?!

Yet he saw.

The Underworld Yama’s five fingers, like hooks, pressed onto the golden Buddha bones of Huang Mei, whose blood and flesh had been burned away by the Prison Lotus Fire.

One black air current after another rose up like charred smoke rising.

It seemed as if the Netherworld opened, endless deathly Death Qi rolled out from within.

”Soul Return—”

”Soul Capturing... bow to me!”

Clang clang—!

The entire Mo City Fengdu, almost reduced to ruins, shook violently.

Countless dark drops of water fell from the high sky of the city, drenching the ground utterly, like a cold rain at a funeral, with solemnity and deathly stillness.

Misted and net like in between heaven and earth.

Making the entire world lose its color at this moment, leaving only black and white representing death.

A low voice, as if on a primal stone altar stained with blood where ancient humans worshiped by burning black smoke, chanted to communicate with the doorway of death, allowing the perished souls to walk out from the Netherworld again!

Countless black Death Qi intermingled, weaving around continuously surrounding the Underworld Yama and Huang Mei’s golden skeleton, spiraling upwards!

Clang clang—

The icy cold sound of chains striking, friction ringing out from across the heavens.

Like someone stepping from the unseen blackness devoid of any vitality.

A tremendous black hole emerged, entirely woven from the essence of death.

Under the Hunter King Mask on Lv Taibai’s face showing cracks, an expression of sheer terror appeared.

Such dense Death Qi...

Corpse God Cult?

No! No!

This Death Qi is different from the Corpse God Cult’s, it’s pure Death Qi without any evil aura, utterly pure!

This is true Death Qi!

Lv Taibai stared intently at the black hole formed from the swirling Death Qi, the chilling sound of chains captivating his very soul, making every hair stand on end.

The deathly black hole devoured all light, completely isolating light and heat.

Seeming to pierce through the Netherworld and this realm!

Then.

Slowly, black threads seemingly formed by death wafted down, entangled with Death Qi, full of surging vitality, intertwining continuously.

Like a caring mother’s threads, slowly woven into a form!

Countless black threads converged, like dense ink accumulating into shape!

An aura of terror and a soul spiraling outwards in waves, causing the ink-colored raindrops from the sky to explode and clear out!

Slowly, as if color was added to the dense ink, brilliance appeared.