The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 40

Chu Xuan stepped out of the array's bounds, content with his work. A sudden impulse made him look up, and to his astonishment, he saw the sky filled with multicolored auspicious clouds.

These clouds churned and transformed into the shapes of dragons and phoenixes, mythical creatures that showered the earth with the light of good fortune. Bathed in this auspicious light, Chu Xuan felt an enlightening clarity wash over him, his spirit buoyant as if ascending to immortality.

All his previous confusions regarding the Blood Evil Demon Refining Scripture seemed to dissolve instantly as if he had been granted profound insights. Moments later, the skies rumbled with the sound of spring thunder, yet there was no hint of darkness on the horizon.

Soon, a fine rain began to fall. Astoundingly, the droplets were golden, as though forged from molten gold. Chu Xuan stood motionless in this golden shower, each drop that touched him quickly merging into his body.

With his eyes closed, he deeply sensed the rain's effect and was amazed to discover his soul expanding at an incredible rate. Previously, he could control a maximum of ten corpse puppets at once. If any of these possessed a higher rank, his capacity diminished further. For instance, with corpse puppets like Long, Hu, and Bao, he could manage only three at most. Should any of them advance to the rank of Corpse General equivalent to a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, he would not be able to control any others.

Now, after the baptism of the golden rain, he felt capable of controlling up to twenty corpse puppets—even if Long, Hu, or Bao advanced to Corpse General, he could manage them with ease.

"Auspicious clouds and soul-cleansing golden rain…" Chu Xuan finally opened his eyes, marveling at the phenomena. This was indeed the merit accrued from slaying nearly a hundred thousand zombies.

Compared to the previous manifestation of golden blossoms that had subtly enhanced his fate and longevity, the benefits brought by this celestial event were significantly greater.

The soul-cleansing golden rain had enhanced his soul—a rarity for cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, who had few methods to strengthen their spirits.

Chu Xuan was aware of a technique within the Infinite Sect called Soul Refining Technique, which even at its pinnacle only slightly bolstered the soul—perhaps by ten to twenty percent at most. Yet, nothing compared to the golden rain, which had doubled the robustness of his spirit.

Looking down, Chu Xuan noticed that even the unknown wild grass at his feet had undergone a transformation under the golden rain, appearing unusually lush and vibrant.

"Perhaps one day, you too shall transcend the mundane and ascend to sanctity."

With a faint smile, Chu Xuan commanded his Heavenly Star flying sword and turned to leave. After his departure, the wild grasses suddenly began to vie for the remaining soul-cleansing golden rain. Their roots turned into iron chains and their leaves into swords, relentlessly slaughtering their kin. Fields of grass perished, their sap splashing out in golden hues.

Ultimately, only one victor survived. It unearthed its roots and thrust them into the bodies of its kin, reaching into the splattered golden sap. Quickly, it absorbed all that remained of the soul-cleansing golden rain. Within minutes, it blossomed and bore fruit rapidly.

A bird flying overhead spotted the fruit and swooped down to consume it effortlessly. Not knowing how far it had flown, the bird suddenly slowed and ultimately plummeted to the ground, dead. Inside its body, a vibrant green sprout emerged, rapidly growing into a lush wild grass indistinguishable from the others—except perhaps when the fierce wind blew, one might notice the sharp fangs it seemed to grow.

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At Black Blade Security Company, after two days, all members had returned to their original positions. However, everyone watched the dense fog in the distance with apprehension, always half-expecting it to spread someday and engulf the entire city of East Lake. Wang Yong would stand at the highest nearby point every day, keeping a vigilant watch over the fog morning, noon, and night.

On this day, as usual, he activated his Farsight and looked towards that area, only to be abruptly stunned. There, magnificent five-colored clouds spread across the sky, condensing into dragons and phoenixes of an incredibly mystical nature. Golden rain began to fall from the sky.

Wang Yong's eyes widened in amazement. Such an auspicious omen! To think he would be so fortunate to witness such a spectacle in his lifetime! Not only did he see this phenomenon, but other early risers within Black Blade Security Company also caught sight of it from afar, equally astounded.

Word quickly spread, and soon, nearly half of Black Blade's personnel gathered on the rooftop, looking out at the scene.

"What exactly is happening?"

"It feels like the celestial omens recorded in ancient histories."