Heavenly Emperor of Myriad Realms

More than thirty miles outside White Ridge City was a large river called Wu Shui. Even during daytime, the area around the Witch Waters had always been as dark as the night, as if the entire river was melted by the endless darkness, wrapped in a sphere of cold and hazy black ink, and the sun could never be seen.

Legend has it that this river was originally called Redwater. 200 years ago, when the world heard that the god corpse was about to die, its ancestral blood dyed the entire river red. In just a single night, thousands of miles of rivers were filled with resentment, giving birth to a large number of fish spirits and water ghosts. Ordinary people who approached this place would have their souls sucked away, like walking corpses.

For the past two hundred years, countless warriors had been killed by their enemies and thrown into the witch's water, because once they died, their soul and body would be devoured by the fish spirit and water ghost. This was the most miserable way of dying in the Profound Heaven Continent.

There were also the corpse of extremely powerful warriors in the Witch Water. These corpses were fished out by demonic cultivators to be refined into Corpse Spirits with unparalleled combat power.

Most of them had already rotted away, and only a few were still intact. Accompanied by the creepy noise of the waves, even the veteran corpse pickers knew that this was the terrifying sound of fish spirits and water ghosts eating the corpses.

On the boat stood an old man and a young girl. On the bow of the boat, there was a stick of incense that was half burnt, like a weak ghost flame, flickering in and out of light. This was a common method used by Corpsemancer.

The old man held a bamboo pole that was more than ten meters long. He flicked it and a complete corpse was thrown onto the boat. This was the work of a corpse salvager. At this moment, seven corpses had already been collected on the boat.

"Little girl Zi Xuan, just give up. We've already been searching for six hours. That brat must have already been buried in a fish belly. If you don't go back, we'll both be feeding the water ghost. It's not worth it for the sake of that heartless brat!" Seeing that there was only a small piece of the soul repelling incense left, the old man frowned.

The old man was called Song Fugui, and he had been in Witch Water for several decades, so he could be considered one of the best Corpsemancer. If it was someone else who had stayed in Witch Water for six hours without returning, they would have long become food for the fish spirits and water ghosts. With his vast experience, Song Fugui had avoided the dangerous ghost mist a few times, but even so, he was still exhausted.

Song Zixuan frowned slightly, "Big brother Zhou Qing must have been wronged. Grandfather, big brother Zhou Qing has done us a great favor. Even if no one believes in him, we must still believe in him."

"Sigh …" Song Fugui unhappily threw out the bamboo pole again, and with a tap on the back of the corpse in the water, the corpse turned over, revealing a ghastly pale face that was half-bitten. Song Fugui looked at it, and shook his head in disappointment.

Song Fugui also had his own plans. With young Zhou becoming famous, he had already become a Mage, and his physical body was the best material for refining Corpse Ghosts.

"Big brother Zhou Qing is so powerful, even if his cultivation is crippled, a normal fish spirit or water ghost wouldn't be able to eat him. I can't let big brother Zhou Qing die without even finding his corpse."

Song Zixuan leaned on the bow of the ship, letting the bone-piercing, cold mist hit her delicate little face. Her beautiful, starry eyes stared unblinkingly at the corpse of Wu Shui, her expression resolute.

Zhou Qing was the eldest son of the Zhou family, and was the future head of the Zhou family. He was a peerless genius of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, opening the spirit at the age of eight and condensing the soul at the age of eleven. However, he had destroyed his own future. Seven days ago, he had been proven to have raped and killed the direct disciple of the Crimson Nimbus Sect, Bai Su. His brother, Zhou Xuan Lang, and his fiancee, Lan Mingzhu of the Lan family had personally confirmed that Zhou Qing had long been possessed.

He only wanted to shatter Zhou Qing's spirit bone, cripple his cultivation, and hand him over to the Zhou Family. Zhou Xuan Lang, in order to preserve the reputation of the Zhou Family, had expelled Zhou Qing from the Zhou Family yesterday and threw him into the water.

The fact that Adept Great Sun had announced these things to the world was an indisputable fact.

Suddenly, Song Zixuan's almond-shaped eyes lit up as she saw a figure floating in the water. She would never forget that familiar figure.

"Grandfather, quick, let's row through!" I think I saw Big Brother Zhou Qing! "Hurry up!" Song Zixuan shouted excitedly.

A moment later, Song Fugui had picked up the corpse on the boat. When Song Zixuan saw the pale and handsome face in the water, she felt her heart ache and tears began to fall.

"Eh? This kid is still breathing! " Song Fugui probed the veins on Zhou Qing's neck, and there were faint undulations.

"He didn't die!" Song Zixuan's pretty face was covered in tears as she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes flashing with hope.

"So what if he's not dead? He had lost his spirit bone and his cultivation had been crippled. At most, he would not live more than a day. "Little girl, how about this, we can refine him into a painless Corpse King so that Zhou Qing can always be by your side. We won't treat him unfairly, it can be considered repaying your gratitude." Song Fugui sneered, "The Celestial Sect biting their own dog, but sent the best materials to Grandpa. Grandpa's Five Ghost Generals, there are already four of them, and they are just one step away from becoming a Grand Perfection Magician King. At that time, as long as you and I don't come into contact with those old monsters from the Celestial Sect, we will be able to rule the world and reappear to the glory of the ancestor god corpses."

"Grandfather, we owe a life and death debt. Two years ago, we met the Three-eyed Demon Toad at the Azure Flower Mountain. If not for Big Brother Zhou Qing killing that demon, we would have been eaten a long time ago." Song Zixuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Song Fugui, "At that time, even your elder was beaten until he vomited blood."

Song Fugui felt a bit awkward when he heard that someone had vomited blood.

"And grandfather has always said that we must be clear about our gratitude and grudges. Since he did not die, isn't this the chance to repay our gratitude?" Song Zixuan's spirited eyes were full of hope as she looked at Song Fugui.

"He already can't live. In the Profound Heaven Continent, individual strength is always respected, regardless of whether it is the Immortal Sect or the Demons, if they want to become strong, they have to use spirit bones as a medium to give birth to mana. Zhou Qing's spirit bone is said to be a Grade Nine Heavenly Bone, and spirit bones are like the other heart of a person. Furthermore, after he does such a shameful thing, even if he comes back to life, there will be no place for him in this world. " Song Fugui shook his head.

Song Zixuan looked at Zhou Qing, whose body was ice-cold and whose aura was gradually weakening. Her beautiful eyes became misty, and she couldn't help but think back to the terrifying scene of annihilating the entire Niu Family Village two years ago.

That day, it had rushed into the village of Niu Village at the foot of the mountain and slaughtered many humans. The grandfather and grandson had been among those two, and his grandfather had not hesitated to reveal his identity as a corpse refiner in order to protect him. However, he had gone all out, and was still severely injured, and was about to be eaten by the Three-eyed Poisonous Toad.

Just when Song Zixuan was at her most helpless, a figure descended from the sky. Like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world, the figure stood in front of her, blocking the Three-eyed Poisonous Toad.

"Don't be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen."

Zhou Qing gave her a sunny smile, a smile without any impurities. It brought her an unprecedented sense of security, making it so that Song Zixuan would never forget it.

Zhou Qing and the Three-Eyed Demon Toad fought intensely for more than half a day. Their bodies were heavily injured, and the poison seeped into their bodies.

At that time, behind him, the people he protected were just a bunch of poor commoners, ants in the eyes of the Supreme Celestial mages.

How could such an upright and brave person do the despicable and despicable thing that was rumored to be done? Song Zixuan definitely wouldn't believe it.

For the past two years, Zhou Qing had always been a hero in her eyes, even more perfect than an immortal. He was like a person from a completely different world, unreachable only in her dreams.

"If I knew that you would be so close to me only because you've fallen to this state, I would rather look up to you for the rest of my life. Big brother Zhou Qing …" When Song Zixuan thought of Zhou Qing dying, she felt an incomparable amount of pain in her heart.

All of a sudden, she lifted her hand and retrieved a yellow talisman from her bosom. Amidst Song Fugui's startled cry, she pressed it against Zhou Qing's chest.

The yellow talisman flashed and instantly imprinted itself onto Zhou Qing's body, as if it were the embroidery of a tattoo.

"Save him! As long as he still had one breath left, he shouldn't die! No matter what the outside world says about him, I only recognize him as my savior. " Song Zixuan raised her small, tear-stained face and stubbornly stared at Song Fugui.

"You you you, you prodigal girl, this is a spirit protection talisman that grandfather spent more than 10 years of effort to get for you!" In our line of work, if we were to meet those self-proclaimed righteous fellows … Those are the spirit talismans that you can use to protect your life! "

Song Fugui felt his heart ache, his old face was filled with hesitation, being the descendant of the Divine Corpse Grandmaster that caused the expressions of the Profound Heaven Sect, the Four Great Clans, and the Immortal Gate to change 200 years ago. He had always wanted to restore the glory of his ancestors, because Zhou Qing was a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Realm, one of the top experts in the entire Profound Sky Continent.

"Forget it!" Song Fugui let out a long sigh. He knew that his granddaughter was a stubborn person, and that he had always worshipped Zhou Qing before. However, after being saved by Zhou Qing, his impression of her had grown even more.

Without waiting for Song Zixuan to reveal a happy expression, Song Fugui's expression turned serious as he spoke.

"Losing the spirit bone and crippling the dantian, he can still live now, purely because of his powerful body at the peak of the Spirit Realm. Even a Great Firmament Deity wouldn't be able to save him, but Grandfather has a secret technique that was passed down from the ancestor of the ancestors, let's see, if he can live, that would be his life, if he can't live, good granddaughter, that would also be his life."

"Even if there is only a sliver of hope, we have to give it a try!" Song Zixuan looked at Zhou Qing's pale face with a resolute expression.

"That will depend on his own good fortune."

The sound of his voice drifted further and further away. Song Fugui was rowing a small boat as he gradually disappeared into the pitch-black river surface.

Under the cover of night, in a thatched hut.

Zhou Qing was placed on a wooden bed. In front of him, Song Fugui was standing there like a ghost. He was carefully holding a piece of inky black stone that looked like a piece of blackstone. His muddy old eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

"The only way to save him is to use a Spirit Recovery Array. That girl, Zi Xuan, even used a life-saving spirit protecting talisman. She probably knows that I'm using this method. "I don't know how many cultivators and cultivators of the Demonic Ghost Sect have been thinking about your spirit bone, but you got lucky today. It's a pity that you didn't just lose your spirit bone, but your dantian as well. Even if I graft your spirit bone, it will only extend your lifespan by one year …"

Song Fugui shook his head, Zi Xuan was still a little naive. If Zhou Qing wasn't destined to die, then how could he be thrown into the voodoo water directly? He didn't know how much hatred the Zhou Family had towards this little brat, but they had actually made him endure the pain of a wild ghost eating his flesh and bones.

It was also because of this that Zhou Qing still had a breath of life left in her. Even with the Soul Protecting Rune protecting his truesoul, there were only two possible outcomes. One was the successful grafting of the spirit bone, Zhou Qing lived another year, and the other was actually refined into a King Corpse, a King Corpse with the spirit bones of a god corpse.

Song Fugui gritted his teeth and placed the black spirit bone in his hand into the missing piece of Zhou Qing's forehead. Instantly, strange black smoke emerged from the Black Spirit Bone, and Zhou Qing's body trembled violently.

Song Zixuan, on the other hand, was anxiously waiting outside in the name of not being disturbed by Song Fugui.

Pain, endless pain, like millions of ants tearing and biting at every second of their bodies, the pain was heart-wrenching.

When Zhou Qing regained consciousness, other than the unbearable pain, his mind was also filled with strange images. There were those that stood in the air and ordered all the corpses and ghosts in the world, just like a king.

With him standing on top of the corpse mountain, his entire body was covered in blood, and the surrounding tens of thousands of cultivators continuously bombarded him.

There was another scene. It was the Sect Leader of the Mysterious Sky Sect, Spiritual Master Great Sun, who was several tens of years younger. It was him who had stabbed himself in the heart.

"I am the ancestor of the god corpses. I want revenge, I want revenge …"

He was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled, making him look like a demon from hell as he roared …

A series of memories flashed past Zhou Qing's mind, attacking his soul countless times. Those voices turned into evil spirits tearing his soul apart. Zhou Qing felt as if his soul was about to shatter.

"Five stars to suppress the splendor. Illuminate the profound netherworld. All Saints, protect my truesoul!"

A magical power wrapped around Zhou Qing's soul, making him look like a spectator as he watched all the illusory images, until he was the last person who ever threw him into the water.

"No, I'm not the Forefather. I'm Zhou Qing." Zhou Xuelang, Lan Mingzhu, Great Sun, you bunch of despicable scumbags, I will cut your corpses into ten thousand pieces. "