Chapter 453 - 19: Liao’s Awakening
In a mountain top of Dark Hell, hundreds of miles away from Red Flowing Sand, where sunlight is never seen year-round.
Though called a mountain top, it has not a speck of soil.
Should one arrive here, all that meets the eye is white ash soil.
This ash soil is the remains of corpses burned to ash by the True Essence Divine Fire of Upper Gods during the God and Demon War centuries ago.
Atop this ash soil, numerous bone spurs like fences line the mountain, stretching forward.
On the upper ends of these bone spurs are countless half-burnt corpses of Dark Beasts and heads of Dark Practitioners.
Most of these bodies and heads are incomplete and ferocious-looking.
They have long been dried and rotted by the dark demon wind and rain throughout the centuries, emitting a suffocating stench.
Around the bone spurs, phosphorous blue Netherworld Ghost Fire flickers up and down, sometimes morphing into skull shapes, sometimes emitting mournful ghostly wails that send chills down one’s spine.
This mountain, in Dark Hell, has a name - Thousand Tomb Slope.
Here lie the corpses of Dark Practitioners, Demon Beasts, and Demon Gods who perished miserably in the Demon God War.
This place also holds the richest concentration of Evil Qi in Dark Hell.
The Evil Qi transforms these bones into a unique product of Dark Hell - Dark Demon Bone.
Here, no living creature exists; even the most resilient Dark Ants cannot survive in this place.
For once a living thing appears, the Demon Bones here pounce like hungry beasts and shred the living creature into pieces.
Yet, just several months ago, a person recklessly came to Thousand Tomb Slope.
And after that person arrived, he never left.
At this moment, the person sits motionless like a tombstone that has stood for ten thousand years atop Thousand Tomb Slope.
Nearly every inch of his skin is torn, as countless skulls had bitten into his limbs and body when he entered Thousand Tomb Slope.
But soon, those skulls and Demon Bones found that they could not disturb this man.
As if billions of years had passed, a rumbling sound emerged from the throat of the tombstone-like man.
That rumble sounded like a painful groan, yet also like a liberated roar.
The rumbling accelerated, the voice grew swift, as if chanting a spell.
Dark clouds shrouded the mountaintop of Thousand Tomb Slope, Thunder Flash concealed within the clouds ready to burst forth.
At that moment, a huge Pentagram Array with a gloomy shine appeared among the clouds, its stars sparkling brilliantly.
Suddenly, the Demon Bone Spurs embedded in the ash soil flew up like swords, striking down the skull bones clinging to the man, turning into beams of white light, and were sucked into the Pentagram Array.
The man whose eyes had been tightly shut suddenly stood up, opened his eyes, and the ugly scars on his face rapidly disappeared.
The tattered skin on his body swiftly shed, and new muscles regrew; at last, his original face was fully revealed under the Star Light Array.
Tall in stature, with long limbs, the top half of his body naked revealing a model-like figure, the cold man had crow-black hair messily draped over his shoulders, and his deep brown eyes contained nothing but indifference. Fa Xiaoyi, or rather the reborn Liao, raised his arm with a shout.
"The rebirth of Demon Bones, the arrival of soldiers from heavens," the collision of white lights transformed from Demon Bones within the Five-star Array emitted sounds resembling clashing swords and swords.
The decayed and fragile Demon Bones fell to the ground one after another.
Whereas the selected, more robust Demon Bones were neatly assembled by their new master.
Hands, feet, weapons—every few dozen beams of white light, with creaking sounds, combined into a Demon Bone Soldier as tall as a man.
With the disappearance of the last beam of white light inside the Pentagram Array, on the desolate Thousand Tomb Slope, stood neatly an army of Silver Demon Bone Soldiers.
The pale-silver Demon Bones, flashing with a dazzling luster, amounted to ninety-nine in total.
After more than three months, a total of ninety-nine days, the reborn Fa Xiaoyi successfully advanced to become a true Silver Demon Summoner.
Fa Xiaoyi raised his hand, and over a hundred Demon Bone Soldiers moved in unison with synchronized steps.
If Qing Pu were present, he would certainly recognize the identity of these soldiers.
Demon Bone Soldiers, creatures that only a Silver Demon Summoner could summon among the Mid-level Dark Demons.
Unlike Summoners, Demon Summoners can not only contract with Dark Beasts, but they can also summon and refine products from the dead spirit.
Yue Jinghua could not associate the mysterious man with Liao, just as Liao could never associate that starlit young man with Yue Xiaoqi.
Liao, as the King of Spies of the Western Calendar era, was destined not to be a loser.
After parting from Yue Jinghua last time, Liao walked through Dark Hell for over three full months.
In these over three months, he organized the remaining fragments of memories left in Fa Xiaoyi, relying on ancient books and damaged equipment occasionally found in Dark Hell, slowly realizing that he had come to a mystical continent that modern science could not explain.
Fa Xiaoyi, the master of this body now, was a prince of a small country from a Mystical Continent called Canglong Continent, who, due to a failed rebellion, was forced into this boundless dark land called Dark Hell.
The person who plunged him into such a predicament was a woman named Yue Jinghua.
In the memories of Fa Xiaoyi, the appearance of that woman was not clear; she was as cunning as a fox and as ferocious as a wolf.
Another thing, Fa Xiaoyi loved her deeply, to the extent that before his death, he even infused part of his own Dark Origin Power into her body.
Foolish man, for the sake of a woman, fell to such a plight, even though they had the same face and similar age, yet Liao held extreme disdain for Fa Xiaoyi.
In this world, aside from Yue Xiaoqi, there was no woman worth his sacrifice in Liao’s heart.
Looking at the battalion of Silver Demon Bone Soldiers before him, Fa Xiaoyi’s eyes hardened as he eyed the Demon Palace perpetually shrouded in dark mist not far away.
In the Dark Hell, there was an age-old saying, the three great Dark Demon Lords each possessed a Dark Gate that led out of Dark Hell.
Fa Xiaoyi detested this place filled only with poisoned water, Poisonous Gas, and venomous insects.
To leave here, he must find the Devil’s Gate.
He had a premonition that he did not come here by chance; perhaps, Xiaoqi was also on this unknown continent.
"Since fate has granted me a new life, from today onwards, I am Fa Xiaoyi. All those who betrayed me, harmed me, there will come a day when I will make you repay tenfold. The first one I shall seek upon leaving Dark Hell, is you, my dark companion, Yue Jinghua," Fa Xiaoyi’s eyes glimmered with a savage light like that of Demon Beasts, with a sweep of his long arm, the ninety-nine Demon Bone Soldiers closely following behind him, like a massive conquering army, marched majestically towards the Demon Palace ahead.