Chapter 302: Magic Derivative Creatures, Yellow Spring Demon Bones

"Damn it..."Zhuo Jie cursed under his breath.

This strange scene made Wang Yu's heart skip a beat. He realized he was wrong; it definitely wasn't an heirloom from his ancestors.

As the Underworld Hand Seal pressed forward, Zhuo Yu continued to repeat what he had said before, his body actively moving towards it. The clothes on his body dissolved into a puddle of foul water.

He collapsed to the ground, utterly silent. Wang Yu activated his Yin Nether Eyes and saw everything clearly.

The Underworld Hand Seal only dissolved his clothes and melted away his protective magical energy. His true cause of death was the shattering of his soul, with the yin-infused soul fire being annihilated first.

The other person, Zhuo Jie, recognized his technique.

He used a low-grade magic treasure to forcefully drill a hole in the edge of the murky hand, transforming his body into a streak of light using an escape technique to pass through it.

His combat experience was clearly extensive.

However, with this usage, the magic treasure was directly ruined by the Underworld Hand Seal, almost dropping to a second-tier item. It truly lived up to its reputation as one of the most detested divine abilities among cultivators.

Its power might not seem overwhelming, but its destructive force against magic treasures was heart-wrenching. Fortunately, Zhuo Jie reacted appropriately and didn't use his life-bound magic treasure.

"You beasts from the Underworld Temple, how dare you ambush my Zhuo clan disciples—you're asking for death!"

Something was wrong!Terribly, immensely wrong!

However, seeing his opponent charge, Wang Yu transformed into a streak of aurora and fled towards the passage behind him. At extreme speed, he retreated to the square behind the front hall in what felt like an instant.

But when he blinked, the surrounding scenery instantly changed back to the secret chamber, and Zhuo Jie was still rushing towards him.

This made him suspect that a mind-bewildering formation had been set up here.

This led him to think of Long Yiran...

"Go!"

Without time to think, the Glazed Ice Heart Pagoda suddenly appeared before Wang Yu. As its body spun, countless black ice spears shot out.

Zhuo Jie, however, took out a whisk and swept it towards the ice spears. An invisible force distorted and deformed them, twisting them as if by a force field.

Then,the ice spears all shattered, scattering into sharp ice shards.

The fragments struck the walls of the secret chamber but couldn't pierce through them. Although this was a casual attack, it would have been enough to penetrate dozens of meters of rock outside, indicating an excessive hardness.

Changes followed swiftly.

Restriction patterns began to appear on the walls.

Wang Yu's body sank, feeling a strong gravitational pull descend upon him. It was more strenuous than moving ten thousand meters underwater, and his magical energy felt obstructed. It didn't flow smoothly through his meridians, and the power of his divine abilities and spells significantly decreased.

These were clearly restriction effects, primarily designed to restrict. This was completely different from the style of restrictions in the front hall; instead of protecting, they seemed more like they were meant to suppress something.

Not only was he affected, but Zhuo Jie immediately knelt to the ground. His physical strength was no match for Wang Yu's; while Wang Yu found movement difficult, Zhuo Jie was like a turtle, unable to even stand up.

In contrast, Zhuo Jie paid no mind to his own predicament. He continued to stare intently at Wang Yu, flinging his life-bound magic whisk forward like a long, unpredictable whip that coiled around him.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's eyes turned cold. A terrifying scarlet blood mist surged from his body, potent enough to instill fear and nausea in anyone who glanced at it. The overwhelming stench of blood was anything but pleasant.

An Asura blood shadow condensed behind him.

Both Zhuo clan members had been controlled by unknown means, which Wang Yu suspected were techniques of the Mind Dao. Therefore, he unleashed the power of his Asura Killing Intent purely for self-preservation, to guard against his body and mind being ambushed.

As for Zhuo Jie, Wang Yu's body was covered in ferocious black-gold armor. His left hand firmly grasped the incoming whisk artifact, allowing its sharp white threads to scrape against his gauntlet with a grating sound.

The Bloodline True Artifact, Demonic Dragon Armor, not only provided him with powerful defense but also enhanced his physical strength!

—Mountain-Throwing Divine Strength.

"Demonic Dragon Fist!"

A soul-stirring dragon roar echoed, deafeningly, within the cramped secret chamber. Wang Yu violently pulled with his left hand, forcefully dragging Zhuo Jie flying towards him. At first glance, it appeared as if Zhuo Jie was willingly meeting the iron fist that seemed to blast the very air.

Undoubtedly.

Restrained by the prohibition and controlled in mind, Zhuo Jie could not exert even thirty percent of his strength. Under Wang Yu's unexpected maneuver, his body was practically pulverized into a bloody mess, leaving only his harder bones and a precarious Golden Core. Wang Yu had no intention of showing mercy.

Soul-Slicing Wicked Boat Curse!

Thousands of black paper boats repeatedly pierced the Golden Core, capturing a transparent and fragmented human figure—Zhuo Jie's remnant soul. There was no rush to examine this memory; it was stored on the black paper boats for now, to be reviewed after he was out of danger.

The greatest threat here was clearly not the Zhuo family members.

Rather, it was that mysterious ancient corpse.

When he turned to look, his pupils constricted. He finally realized what he had overlooked: a spiritual puppet wearing human skin! For some reason, it had been standing beside Zhuo Yu's corpse the whole time, yet he hadn't noticed it, as if it possessed an ability to make people ignore its presence.

Once he realized this, the eerie spiritual puppet, with a face too beautiful to be human, actually beckoned to him. His heart trembled.

His mind lake continuously rippled, waves steadily rising, and even his Asura Killing Intent couldn't resist this tremor.

"Prajnaparamita, Prajnaparamita..."

As if divinely inspired, Wang Yu began to recite the Heart Sutra.

The suffering of sentient beings often arises from not observing precepts and indulging in desires.

"If there is lustful misconduct, all sentient beings become entangled in karma; if there is excessive desire, all actions lose their meaning; if there is craving for alcohol, worries and fears rise and fall unpredictably; if there is indulgence in pleasure, youth fades in an instant."

The eyes see joy, the ears hear anger, the nose smells love, the tongue tastes thought, the mind conceives desire, and the body inherently knows sorrow.

With the six 'thieves' quelled and the six senses purified, and under the blessing of the Buddhist scriptures, Wang Yu seemed like an ascetic monk who had seen through the vicissitudes of human life. An astonishing mental power suddenly erupted within his mind lake, dispelling all illusions.

The marvel of the mind lay in this.

Those who mastered this path's power possessed the "burst" potential to make the impossible possible.

In layman's terms: the power of "I reckon"!

However, it had significant limitations as it could barely affect the material plane.

Wang Yu's mind broke free from the cage woven by the eerie evil entity. When he opened his eyes again, all the surrounding scenery had changed; the secret chamber was gone.

Instead, he found himself in a dark, deep dungeon.

The eerie spiritual puppet stood behind the prison bars, its body bound by invisible chains, its limbs stretched rigid, tilting its head to look at him.

At his feet lay Zhuo Jie's shattered bones and Zhuo Yu's intact corpse. Wang Yu collected both into his Yin Evil-Nourishing Coffin, completely ignoring the eerie spiritual puppet.

In front of the dungeon sat a skeleton wearing a lotus crown and white robes. Its bones were as translucent as yellow jade, and upon closer inspection, one could discern marks resembling flowing water within them.

This was the wondrous manifestation of fully mastering the *Underworld Azurefall Scripture*.

—Underworld Demon Bones!

Using these bones as a foundation, the Underworld White Bone Demonic God Avatar, when unleashed, once shattered nearly half of Youzhou in a single strike. This was precisely the Underworld Temple's most prized, top-tier divine ability inheritance, almost on par with the Blood Demon Palace inheritance of the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect.

Wang Yu's mind remained as still as an ancient well.

He noticed that the skeleton had no storage ring, but its white robe was still imbued with spiritual light and appeared intact, making it a rare magic robe. He collected the entire skeleton; the Underworld Demon Bones were top-tier material. He would inspect them carefully once he was out, but for now, he needed to leave this place.

After Wang Yu exited through the passage.

The eerie spiritual puppet silently began to laugh. Behind it was a pitch-black corpse, barely discernible as human.

At this moment, the will within the spiritual puppet began to recede, and the corpse stirred. The moment its slender finger bone touched the dungeon door, it was penetrated by a stream of Underworld water. As if touching a red-hot iron, the finger immediately recoiled, and the corpse let out a silent roar, looking up at the ceiling.

It was enraged!

The body that suppressed it was gone, yet it still couldn't escape!

"This is truly damn dangerous."

Soon after, Wang Yu's figure emerged from the dark gray grand hall. With such dangerous entities imprisoned in the front hall, he had no intention of risking further exploration in the central or rear halls.

"What a load of rubbish about ancient burial pits; it's more like an ancient dungeon. No wonder it's sealed so tightly..."

Unable to voice his full resentment, Wang Yu could only let out a long sigh.

That damn Zhuo Shouqing!

His reliability in Wang Yu's estimation had plummeted.

When his conflict with Zhuo Shouyun truly erupted, he definitely couldn't just follow Zhuo Shouqing's arrangements. He would need to exercise his own initiative fully.

Otherwise, he already foresaw a disastrous defeat.

As for the entities imprisoned here, Wang Yu was ninety-nine percent certain they were related to demons, though not their main bodies. At most, they were monsters born from demonic power, perhaps having taken over the bodies and minds of cultivators, which was why they were confined here.

Demonic power was indestructible; it could only be sealed.

Therefore,this deduction was entirely reasonable.

The immediate priority was to confirm whether this entire place sealed only such monsters.

If that were truly the case, it would be best for him to leave as soon as possible.

He had his own methods for this. Two members of the Zhuo family team were still missing, undoubtedly exploring other "tombs."

At this point, Wang Yu searched through Zhuo Jie's memories within the black paper boats formed by his spiritual consciousness. He avoided any information that might involve the Zhuo family's secrets, not because he lacked curiosity, but because his Soul-Slicing Wicked Boat Curse wasn't perfected. It could easily trigger hidden restrictions, and even if it were perfected, it might not bypass the Zhuo clan's protective measures. Therefore, a superficial glance was sufficient.

After finding the direction Zhuo Wenshi had left in from the memories, Wang Yu prepared to continue tracking her. By his estimation, she should have finished exploring the first "tomb" by now. The outcome would be clear upon inspection.

Before that.

He retrieved the skeleton he had just obtained, stripped off its clothes, and meticulously searched its entire body. Aside from the lotus crown, there was nothing else. However, these Underworld Demon Bones themselves were excellent yin and water-attributed materials, especially the spine, which had reached the fourth tier.

This meant that the skeleton was likely a Nascent Soul cultivator in its lifetime, though some of its power had been lost over time.

Its attributes barely matched the Ice Soul Demonic Sword, but forging it into a non-life-bound magic artifact would require exceptionally skilled artifact refining techniques. He couldn't do it himself, and he didn't trust anyone else with it.

As he pondered deeply, an idea suddenly sparked in Wang Yu's mind.

"The Earth Grudge Puppet! That's it!"

P.S.: This book will not involve elements of the uncanny or bizarre.

(Special Note!!!)The demons here are inherently powerful, which is why they appear formidable.

(End of Chapter)