Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

Ah ah!

The roaring rage echoed across the sky, but everything Master Baoxu of the Purple Mansion Great Perfection did was in vain.

He felt nothing but the despair of nearly achieving success, as a cultivator who had just entered the Purple Mansion Realm repeatedly escaped from his grasp, and even the ’Taibai Divine Gold’ most needed by the Golden Palace Sect vanished along with that person’s disappearance.

What should have been a sure thing encountered unexpected setbacks and ended so abruptly, leaving such a huge aftermath that drove Master Baoxu to madness.

It’s a pity that Zheng Yi slipped away like a loach, giving him no chance at all, and at this moment, who knows where he has run off to.

...

On the other side, Zheng Yi finally had a moment to catch his breath.

For three consecutive months of tracking and constant battles, the Nether River Daoist had been shattered over ten times and sustained damage to his origin, forcing him to return to the Blood Lake of the Doomsday World to recover, likely unable to emerge for a long time.

Throughout the chase, even with Zheng Yi’s powerful treasure body, he couldn’t endure it and sustained numerous hidden injuries, with three of his ribs broken. The opponent’s magical power clung like a maggot to the bone, refusing to heal.

Even Zheng Yi had to admit, Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect, a Supreme Elder at Purple Mansion Great Perfection, was the most formidable enemy he had ever faced.

The relentless pursuit nearly cost him his life at the opponent’s hands.

If not for the Little Five Elements Yin Yang Dao Embryo and the Blood Talisman Body, which granted him a more formidable physique, he would have surely died this time, unable to escape the clutches of death time and again.

Were it any other ordinary sect’s Purple Mansion Cultivator, the grass on their grave would probably be three inches high by now.

"Finally succeeded!"

"That damned tracking secret skill is finally completely eradicated..."

Earlier, Zheng Yi discovered that the Qin Family Ancestor, before dying, had planted the Ten Thousand Miles Soul Locking Secret Skill mark on him, allowing Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect to catch up repeatedly.

Time wasted away in their struggle, and Zheng Yi fled for tens of thousands of miles, with no time to sit calmly and slowly eradicate the mark.

But in the end, he succeeded.

"Hmm?!"

After completely escaping Master Baoxu of the Golden Palace Sect’s pursuit, Zheng Yi used his formidable divine soul power to thoroughly comb through his body, finding no other marks, allowing him to finally relax.

Then he began to organize his gains.

At this moment, Zheng Yi couldn’t help but let out a sound of surprise.

He picked up the ancestral treasure box he had seized from the Qin Family, looking as though he had discovered something that shocked him entirely.

During the battle with Master Baoxu, he had been pursued for a full three months, constantly on the run, and Zheng Yi didn’t even remember when he had vomited a mouthful of blood on the treasure box.

The treasure box, stained by blood, was emitting a hazy glow. Zheng Yi noticed the anomaly because a mysterious seam had opened where the blood had soaked in, with blood seeping into the seam.

This box, called a treasure box by the Qin Family, could isolate the sharp aura of Taibai Divine Gold but couldn’t block his blood from seeping through. What was even more unexpected was that this seemingly solidly constructed box had a hidden seam inside.

"Is there a secret inside?"

Zheng Yi immediately became interested.

His eyebrows raised, eyes showing a hint of surprise, as he extended his right hand, a strand of sword qi emitting from his fingertip, gently teasing the seam.

Suddenly, the exterior protection of the treasure box split open, revealing the innermost seam.

Inside lay a thin piece of skin paper, which Zheng Yi carefully retrieved and held in his hand, gently unfurling it.

"It’s actually drawn on human skin?! And not just any ordinary human skin, it must have been peeled from a powerful cultivator."

Holding it in his hand, Zheng Yi gently pinched it with his fingers and immediately discerned the material of this skin.

With Zheng Yi’s knowledge, it was clear that this piece of human skin was extraordinary, even after so much time had passed, it still exuded a hint of spirituality and had an inexplicable Daoist charm flowing through it, certainly peeled from a powerful cultivator.

At the very least, it was Golden Core Stage, if not higher.

Soft and elastic, even Zheng Yi’s fingertips, with sharp sword qi, left no trace on the surface of this skin material, indicative of its considerable defensive strength.

In the Doomsday World’s Flesh Factory, a large amount of zombie flesh and skin was collected. Zheng Yi long became adept at bone refining and skin peeling, honed through much practice.

Among them were some extremely powerful mutated zombies, some even equating to Foundation Establishment Cultivators in strength.

Even compared to the skin peeled from those powerful mutated zombies, it fell far short of this human skin paper before him.

Subsequently, Zheng Yi carefully opened it, discovering a touch of crimson, as the blood previously soaked into the back of the treasure box had already seeped through the seam, staining the surface of the human skin paper.

Instantly, a soft radiance rose, a misty brilliance like the bright moonlight released in the dark night, flowing like water, gentle as silk, softly caressing the skin, imparting an indescribable comfort!

In an instant, the soft moonlight flowed over the surface, and the spread-out human skin paper, square and about a square meter in size, suddenly floated before him, with mysterious runes circulating on it, forming an array of countless symbols.