The Second Layer of the Soul
Submerged deep within his soul, Ye Han became completely unaware of the outside world. Under Ye Han's orders, Curtis and his two companions, disregarding the life and death of the corpse slaves, sent them daily to subdue a dragon. Ming, after three months of cultivation, finally fully assimilated the energy he had absorbed. Although his zombie rank did not increase, his strength did.
Ming arrived at the outskirts of the Blood Mist, gazing at Ye Han sitting cross-legged above the blood pool. For some reason, Ming, being a zombie himself, couldn't enter the Blood Mist either. Like others, the mist would corrode his body.
Curtis and his companions, mere corpse slaves and of a lower rank than Ming, did not fear him. They showed reverence only to higher-ranked zombies. If Ye Han ordered them to kill Ming, they would do so without hesitation. Such was the domineering nature of a zombie controlling corpse slaves, absolute obedience to their master.
Ming looked at the Blood Mist and the blood pool, his eyes occasionally flashing with faint murderous intent. For cultivators, this place was suicidal, but for zombies, it was the best cultivation ground. With Ye Han deeply submerged in his soul, no one could approach, and everyone awaited his awakening.
Deep in his soul, Ye Han felt as if his spirit was in a vast, boundless space. He could only follow a thread of energy, sinking continuously.
In the void of his soul, Ye Han lost track of time. In this soul space, time seemed meaningless. Without any reference, the vast void lacked any sense of time.
As Ye Han sank deeper, he suddenly noticed the energy thread seemed to be blocked, unable to sink further.
"Is this the deepest part of the soul?" Ye Han wondered. But the energy, like a bullet shot from a gun, surged downwards.
A violent tremor shook his soul, almost shattering his consciousness. The entire soul space roared even more wildly.
Although no sound could be heard in the soul space, Ye Han distinctly heard something shatter from its depths. The energy then vanished.
Curious about what happened to the increased soul capacity, Ye Han continued to sink deeper. Suddenly, he felt as though he had broken through a thin membrane. Information flooded into his consciousness. The soul was layered, and he had reached the second layer.
The sight in the second layer of the soul stunned Ye Han. A relentless sea of blood churned up massive waves, engulfing the entire space, far more perilous than the first layer's scenery.
"Unexpectedly, you managed to break through the soul barrier and penetrate this far," a giant "Brahma" character appeared, starting the purification of the soul. The sea of blood gradually calmed, and its bloody hue slowly dissipated.
After initially calming the soul space, no matter how the Purple Fire of Brahma burned, there were no more changes. "This is as far as it can go. The cultivation level in the Brahma Corpse Decision is not high enough to completely purify this blood evil spirit." The blood evil here, capable of breaking through the barrier, was incomparable to the first layer, far more insane and powerful.
After temporarily purifying the second layer of the soul, Ye Han left it, slowly emerging from the depths of his soul.
At that moment, Ye Han's body was filled with the purified blood evil spirit. He quickly activated the Corpse Pill, completely refining and absorbing it. A surge of blood waves erupted from his body, spreading a strong malevolent aura a thousand yards around.
The corpse slaves, sensing this aura, all knelt on the ground, trembling as they looked towards the direction of the blood pool.
"Master."
"My King."
The voices of Ming and Curtis's trio reached Ye Han's ears as he opened his eyes. Their gazes all converged on Ye Han above the Blood Mist. They felt that Ye Han, now more than ever, exuded a bloodthirsty aura, his actions shrouded in an enigma beyond their understanding.
"How much time has passed?"
"It has been five months since Master entered," replied Curtis. Ye Han realized that time in the second layer of the soul was stagnant; these two months must have been the time spent in transit.
With a thought, Ye Han sensed everything within several thousand yards, more keenly and accurately than before. "Could it be," Ye Han murmured thoughtfully.
Standing in mid-air, Ye Han closed his eyes again. A sudden joy filled him upon realizing that his soul seemed to be subtly breaking free from the constraints of the Corpse Pill. Could a zombie's soul really break free from the Corpse Pill's bondage?
This discovery delighted Ye Han. He held a ninth-grade demonic core in his hand, his eyes flashing, but he did not use the Purple Fire of Brahma to burn the core. His soul wasn't strong enough yet to absorb such energy repeatedly in a short time.
"Ha ha, excellent!" Ye Han laughed heartily in the air. If his soul could break free from the Corpse Pill, no longer trapped by it, he would be able to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, greatly enhancing his strength.
Zombies were unable to comprehend the Dao of heaven and understand the laws of heaven and earth because their souls were trapped by the Corpse Pill and their consumption of dead flesh. But once the soul breaks free from the Corpse Pill, everything changes. Countless powerful zombies throughout the eons have tried to liberate their souls from the control of the Corpse Pill, ultimately vanishing between heaven and earth.
"How are they doing?" Ye Han retracted his transformation and walked towards the Blood Mist.
"They have all followed Master's orders. Of the five hundred, four hundred and fifty successfully subdued the winged dragons, while nearly fifty failed and died," Curtis reported respectfully. As Ye Han stepped out, the three corpse slaves distinctly felt his aura even more fearsome than before.
"And the three of them?"
"They have also done as Master commanded," Ursula answered. After Ursula and his companions finished speaking, Ye Han's soul connected to the essence blood within the bodies of Evelyn's trio, quickly summoning them before him.
"Master," the three greeted Ye Han respectfully.
"Heh heh, very good, very good. A dog should act as such," Ye Han said unabashedly, looking at the trio.
"Let's go, it's time to leave. I'm sure they will welcome me warmly," Ye Han murmured to himself. Soon, the Abyssal Ming Dragon also arrived in front of Ye Han. The five people and one beast vanished from the Doomsday Prison Land. Curtis and his companions watched Ye Han's departure with envy, eventually leaving the Blood Mist themselves.
Since the last time he sent Ursula out, Ye Han's integration with this Half-Life Realm had deepened significantly. Now, Ye Han could transport people who were not above the late Saint stage out of the realm.
Ye Han and Ming stood on the back of Bairis, while Evelyn's trio flew in the air. They appeared above the destroyed city of Myart.
Looking at the dense crowd below, Ye Han's brow furrowed. "Evelyn, go grab someone and ask them."
"Yes, Master." Evelyn swiftly descended, grabbing an eighth-grade swordsman, and reappeared in front of Ye Han.
The eighth-grade swordsman, now pale, was either frightened or disoriented by the sudden flight.
"Who are you people?" the swordsman asked, swallowing nervously.
"Tell me about the people below and the army of a hundred thousand to the west," Ye Han asked coldly.
Faced with such a formidable presence, the eighth-grade swordsman quickly answered Ye Han's questions. Only then did Ye Han learn that the aftermath of his previous actions had caused such an uproar. His frenzied actions had prompted the Frostwind Empire to send a hundred thousand troops, including five thousand imperial guards and ten Saint-stage powerhouses.
"Evelyn, in three days, kill everyone except those ten Saint-stage powerhouses and the five thousand imperial guards. Ming, you go too," Ye Han instructed indifferently.
"You are—" the eighth-grade swordsman finally realized Ye Han's identity.
"Heh heh," Ye Han slowly removed his black hat, revealing his snow-white hair to the swordsman.
With a "snap," the body of the eighth-grade swordsman plummeted downwards, stirring up a cloud of dust.
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