Chapter 555: Black Demon Corpse Smoke
Chapter 555: Black Demon Corpse Smoke
"To vent your long-held resentment?" Marcus couldn’t help muttering under his breath. ’Was he asking me to desecrate a corpse?’"Heh..."
While Marcus certainly didn’t mind wrecking something that deserved it, he wasn’t in the habit of working for free. Before agreeing to anything, he intended to hear exactly what Elder Eagle wanted.
At Jade’s command, the Twin-Winged Water Demon Cat reluctantly stopped trying to devour the soul. The little cat let out several pitiful mews, its eyes glued to Elder Eagle’s soul, clearly unwilling to give up such an enormous source of spiritual energy.
Putting on a courteous smile, Marcus addressed the old man. "May I ask what you need, Elder? If it’s within my abilities, and circumstances allow it, I’d be more than willing to lend a hand."
Elder Eagle fell silent for a moment before slowly beginning his story. "Over two thousand years ago, I was a cultivator who wandered the Eastern Seas. By chance, I discovered this whirlpool chamber and sensed the immortal spiritual energy hidden within it. I believed I had found an opportunity to step onto the Divine Path and ascend into the immortal realm."
His expression gradually darkened. "But before I could fulfill that dream, my own disciple betrayed me. He secretly cultivated the Ghost Race’s Corpse King Art, poisoned me, transformed me into a living corpse, and reduced me to nothing more than a tool under his control."
Marcus already knew most of this from Insight, but he remained silent. Sometimes, simply listening was the most respectful thing one could do.
"Who would have imagined..." Elder Eagle sighed, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "Two thousand years have passed while I drifted in a daze, imprisoned within my own corpse and forced to obey that traitor’s every command."
His gaze grew distant. "Two thousand years... Had fate been different, I might have already walked the Divine Path and entered the immortal realm."
The bitterness he’d suppressed for centuries finally burst free, and grinding his teeth, he glared at the crystal coffin suspended above the swirling whirlpool.
"That ungrateful beast!" he spat. "I nurtured him, taught him, and treated him like my own son, yet he repaid me with betrayal. His actions were beneath even beasts. Worse than pigs. Worse than dogs."
After venting his anger, Elder Eagle looked back at Marcus. "Stonehaven, that traitor now lies within the crystal coffin. He’s using the spiritual energy gathered by this whirlpool to refine himself into a Millennium Golden Corpse King, a corpse king that will possess power comparable to a Divine Beast and become immune to every element. If my calculations are correct, his cultivation will be complete in another five hundred years."