The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 130

Affected by the conflict among cultivators, the mortal armies of the Yue Kingdom also invaded the Yu Kingdom, engaging in arson, killing, and looting. The mortals of the Yu and Yue Kingdoms thus began a protracted mortal war. Those demonic cultivators lurking in the shadows all began to fan the flames, intensifying the conflict.

Chu Xuan gleaned the current state of affairs from the intelligence gathered by Huang An. "The Divine Star Sect and the Heaven Burning Sect have ancient enmity, yet they are holding back. They must have a hidden agenda."

Chu Xuan shook his head repeatedly. "If I'm not mistaken, the Hundred Refinements Sect of Yan Kingdom is also finding it hard to resist joining. In that case, you may as well have a good fight. I'll run first."

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Misty Mountains.

The Divine Star Sect had long since withdrawn from this place. The Heaven Burning Sect had taken control of the underground ruins here.

As a former branch of the Nether Dao Sect, the Heaven Burning Sect naturally knew what these underground ruins were. Hence, they attached great importance to this location.

The Heaven Burning Sect dispatched numerous mortal craftsmen to construct forts above the Ghost Palace and set up defensive formations. They also stationed a Golden Core expert, five Foundation Establishment cultivators, and nearly a hundred Qi Refining cultivators here, forbidding anyone from approaching.

However, at this moment, these cultivators were nowhere to be seen. They had vanished as if evaporated.

A figure shrouded in a faint black aura walked out from the fort, greedily breathing in the fresh air. Behind him, an endless stream of bloody Qi rushed into his body.

"It's been five hundred years, and I have returned," he murmured.

The cool moonlight filtered through the dark branches, illuminating his face.

This face was familiar to Chu Xuan. It belonged to Han Liuyun, the most deeply concealed among the Heavenly Seal Trio.

However, the current Han Liuyun seemed to be just a husk. His soul had long been replaced by another.

"Five hundred years... What has become of the Southern Wilderness cultivation world?" he pondered aloud. "Those old bastards should still be alive. Don't die. Please don't die. Your Nascent Souls are mine. Not a single one can be missing."

He sneered coldly. His body was enveloped in black Qi, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the darkness.

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"On the prodigy of the Nether Dao Sect, Shang Tianjue, possessing a top-grade ice spiritual root, Ninth Level Golden Core, intending to embark on the path to Nascent Soul..."

"After the disappearance of the ancestral land of the Nether Dao Sect, Shang Tianjue also mysteriously vanished..."

"Witnesses among cultivators reported that Shang Tianjue's last appearance was at the Ghost Palace of the Nether Dao Sect..."

On the rooftop of a high building, Chu Xuan perused the scrolls in his hands, deep in thought. This document originated from Cao Zijin's storage pouch. Chu Xuan had always been interested in the history of the Nether Dao Sect, hence his reading during leisure times.

"Hmm? Zombies are coming?" Chu Xuan glanced down and noticed that zombies were already swarming in.

Stolen story; please report.

He smiled faintly.

He had already instructed Black Blade to find an ultrasonic generator for him. Despite the widespread ruins, these scientific instruments could still be salvaged from the debris. Searching on his own would undoubtedly waste a lot of time. However, with the entire company of Black Blade searching for him, efficiency was naturally high.

Five days prior, Wang Gangjian and others reverently delivered four ultrasonic generators to Chu Xuan. He selected the finest among them, coupled with a diesel generator, and ascended to the rooftop of a towering building. He had already activated the generator, casting the feeding ultrasonic waves into the air.

In moments of ennui, he turned the pages of an ancient tome.

Roars erupted below. Swarms of zombies converged in growing numbers—groups of three or five, dozens, hundreds, thousands—until by afternoon, over a hundred thousand had amassed beneath the building. Among them were zombies of superior strength and agility, possessed of unique talents.