Chapter 118: The Heavenly Tribulation Array

Just as I was wondering, the answer soon appeared before my eyes. It was a guy who actually “did not exist.”

The meaning of saying it doesn’t exist is that this guy that came has no real body. The so-called earthquake tremors are just the result of its soul power being too strong, causing a psychological illusion in people.

It was not a ghost king, nor a ghost emperor, but the soul of an unknown monster.

I stared at the monster carefully, and I always felt that it was like the kind of monster that people described having been in the Yellow River, but I had never seen it with my own eyes, and I couldn’t say for sure.

The soul of the monster floated onto the platform with the tremors of the earth, and there was no communication between it and the gods. It just stared greedily at the bodies of the Qingpao people who had fallen to the ground.

As if there was an unspoken agreement, it turned into a gust of wind. When the wind stopped, not more, not less, exactly twenty corpses had turned into complete mummies… In other words, the remaining fragments of the soul, the soul power, and the vitality were all sucked away by this monster.

This scene is actually very simple to describe, but in fact it is extremely terrifying.

When I was a child, I often heard such legends as ghosts eating people. Later, after becoming a Taoist priest, I realized that this was completely absurd. Ghosts are a kind of ethereal and intangible existence. How could they eat people?

At that time, I thought my horizons were already very high, as if I had seen through everything and understood everything… But then I experienced a lot and learned that the saying that ghosts eat people is actually true, but the kind of ghosts that “eat people” are all higher-level ghosts that can devour people’s souls.

But today, I have gained some insight. I have never seen a being that can still devour the little vitality left in a corpse that is not completely dead.

This discovery made me feel horrified from the bottom of my heart. What kind of place is this Ghost Bay? I couldn’t help but reconsider…

Throughout this process, the master never said a word, but his face was as gloomy as it was about to rain… But this was far from the end. As the drumbeat continued, three or five more creatures appeared on the platform that I didn’t know what they were.

There were living monsters, all wet and shapeless, as if they had just climbed out of the water. They were even more grotesque than the guardian beast.

There were also pure spirits, like the soul of the monster that appeared at the beginning, and one of them was even a human spirit, but judging from the black mist that was wrapped around it, it was clearly a fierce ghost that had committed countless sins!

At that moment, I even thought of Yucuizi.

Yes, this evil spirit is no less than Yucui’s existence… or rather, it is a little less, because it is not as strong as the Kunlun remnant spirit.

But in any case, the gathering of these guys was already suffocating. I even subconsciously began to measure my own abilities, and wondered if I could defeat one of them. If so, what would Master and the others do?

Even so, the drumbeat that killed people did not stop… Gradually, I heard a loud noise, and the sound was so familiar that it made me feel cold from the bottom of my heart, because they had once let me see the most cruel scene in the world. If I guessed correctly, the person who came should be the gray-eyed man.

Just as bad omens often come true, when the drumming finally stopped, the platform was indeed filled with a dense crowd of gray-eyed people, probably a few hundred.

Short, cruel, cold, bloodthirsty… They stood there, like a collection of all the extreme words, making people gasp for breath just by looking at them. Among the hundreds of gray-eyed people, a dozen of them were carried on simple beds made of branches, looking like beings from above.

From them, I felt a strong spiritual vibration. These must be the supreme beings among the gray-eyed people—the great shamans.

I didn’t expect that just summoning a few hundred gray-eyed people would result in such a high probability of the existence of the Great Shaman. It can be seen that the strongest gray-eyed tribe must have been summoned by the gods.

Cold sweat was dripping from the palms of my hands as I stared at these guys. The difference was that these guys didn’t care about us at all. They were more interested in the corpses of the men in green robes, and they were all dividing up the corpses like wolves and tigers.

I saw the cruelty of the gray-eyed people once again. They didn’t even spare the mummies that had been sucked dry by the spirits. They devoured them alive, with the most greedy and cruel eating habits… My stomach kept tightening, and I wanted to vomit. I even bent over and subconsciously covered my stomach.

At a time when I was feeling so bad, a sound of ‘scoffing’ came from the platform. The sound was so arrogant. Among a group of ferocious monsters, in such a tense standoff, to be able to laugh as if nothing had happened, what else could it be but arrogance?

The laughter was naturally from Lin Xiaohua. Amid the blood and cruelty created by the gray-eyed man, she was so carefree. She put her index finger in her mouth and bit her fingernail as she looked at me and laughed lightly.

I didn’t understand what she was laughing at, but I saw her mouth shape and silently spat out three words to me: “coward.”

But I didn’t have time to argue with her because the next moment, Master Hui, who had been sitting beside me with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His clothes were tattered, but the moment he stood up, he was so majestic.

“I think it’s about time. Xiao Lao Ba, are you going to fight with me?” Master Hui’s voice was low at this moment, like the sound of a low drum beating in his chest.

“Yes.” The man called Xiao Laoba also simply responded.

That Xiao Laoba was the burly man who had just carried me out of the corpse-melting pile. Could it be that he was also a man skilled in hand-to-hand combat? I didn’t know.

“Chengyi, I have already passed on the secret technique to them, but the version I gave them was not the complete version. You should hurry up and explain the key points again.” The master’s voice was a bit lazy, but his tone was very serious. It felt like the secret technique of the sect was being passed on, which was a very easy thing to do.

But I really don’t care about this. My master is like a father to me. I do everything he says.

What really surprised me was that in that mysterious space, my master had passed on the secret technique to me, so how could my master know an incomplete version?

Although I was puzzled, my master was unwilling to explain, so I didn’t ask any more, but instead walked forward and began to explain the secret technique in a low voice… Actually, it’s not too difficult to pass on a technique. After all, everything depends on one’s foundation and understanding.

What’s more, the two elders standing in front of me had also practiced incomplete secret arts before!

So between the questions and answers, it only took five minutes!

But in those five minutes, all the young men in green robes on the platform died, and their bodies were all divided up… The place was a mess, with broken bones and corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, turning the place into a living hell.

Those guys were still greedily “eating,” but those who had already eaten had their eyes fixed on us with a cold and cruel stare.

“Old Chen, give me some medicine.” After I finished explaining, Master Hui suddenly reached out and said something to Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen smiled bitterly and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, pouring out two bright red pills. I recognized the pills. They were the ones with the strongest effect and the most severe aftereffects. Didn’t my master say that only three were left? Why does Uncle Chen have any here? Just as I was puzzled, I wondered where Uncle Chen got the essence of ginseng.

“It’s not good to eat too much of this.” Uncle Chen couldn’t help but say this when he handed out the pills.

Master Hui was very decisive and threw one to Xiao Laoba, saying, “I still know. But, Old Chen, we’ve come this far, do we still care about these things? We don’t care about anything anymore, except for the pleasure and some lingering concerns.”

When he was serious, Grandpa Hui would speak standard Mandarin, but for some reason, when I heard him, I felt inexplicably sad.

But Grandpa Hui didn’t give me a chance to feel sad. He threw the pill into his mouth like a candy.

With a loud bang, an inexplicable thunderclap sounded, and behind me, I heard Uncle Wang’s almost maniacal laughter.

“The formation of the heavenly tribulation, hahaha… the formation of the heavenly tribulation!