Chapter 619 - 398: Blood Infant Spirit! I Don’t Want to Be Human Anymore! (Part 2)

Chapter 619: Chapter 398: Blood Infant Spirit! I Don’t Want to Be Human Anymore! (Part 2)

Yet, the terrible fear of life and death clung to him like a festering wound, thoroughly shattering the Red-clothed Taoist’s final defense.

His eyes turned crimson, and an unprecedented speed erupted from his entire body.

He transformed into a blurred afterimage, leaving bloody footprints in place, and dashed madly towards the corner of the secret chamber where the altar ruins lay.

Upon reaching the ruins, the Red-clothed Taoist frantically disregarded the blood flowing from his hands as they were cut by the rubble, using all his strength to push away the accumulated broken wood and shattered Magic Artifacts.

He muttered under his breath, seemingly trying to unearth a final chance of survival from this chaos.

Even though he was a magician who could command respect from common folk and secretly intimidate nobility.

But once stripped of the protection of magic skills, he was ultimately just a mortal frame of flesh and blood.

Within mere seconds, the Red-clothed Taoist’s hands, frantically digging through the ruins, were scarred by sharp wood splinters and the jagged edges of shattered Magic Artifacts.

Dark red blood continuously gushed from deep wounds that exposed bone, dripping through his fingers and pooling into meandering trails on the ground.

Yet, he seemed oblivious to the pain, relentlessly clawing at the debris, driven solely by the obsession with survival.

This was the most fundamental difference between a magician and a martial arts expert.

Martial arts experts cultivate the body, training bones and skin to the utmost, with physical endurance far surpassing ordinary people.

Their brute force can crack stones, subtle force can deflect tons of pressure, actions stir winds and clouds, and their pure power is enough to astonish Heaven and Earth, make ghosts weep.

Whereas magicians excel at hiding in darkness, using the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi they absorb.

They use talismans and Magic Artifacts to connect yin and yang, manipulating mysterious powers that affect reality, appearing eerie and unfathomable but with bodies fragile as paper.

For this reason, the Red-clothed Taoist was filled with fear from the start.

Faced with Lu Xuan, a martial arts expert able to crush everything with sheer physical power.

To him, it was like a helpless sheep walking into the bloodthirsty jaws of a tiger, with barely any room to struggle.

Yet before he could find what he sought, a figure silently approached.

The figure’s steps were steady, each one seemed to tread upon the heartbeat of the Red-clothed Taoist.

Until the shadow completely loomed over him, engulfing his kneeling and cowering form, shutting out the last sliver of light.

The Red-clothed Taoist’s body froze, a chilling despair shot from his feet right to the crown of his head.

He used his last ounce of strength to lift his head, seeing only a pair of golden eyes bright as a blazing sun, shining to the point of being blinding.

Those eyes held no ripples, as if looking at an inconsequential dead object.

This was the last scene imprinted in his eyes before his consciousness faded.

In an instant, towering projections of thousands of rivers and mountains surged out of the void.

Majestic and extended mountains, rivers rushing tumultuously, carrying an overwhelming force, crushed towards the Red-clothed Taoist like an unstoppable avalanche.

His already collapsing will was shattered inch by inch before such imposing strength, like fragile glass.

Then, Lu Xuan’s indifferent voice slowly echoed in the silent chamber, devoid of any emotion.

"Tell me, the whereabouts of Yifeng Province’s ominous entities, and your origins."

"Yes..."

The Red-clothed Taoist’s eyes grew dull, pupils lost focus.

He became a puppet controlled by strings, mechanically responding word by word, spilling out everything he knew without reservation.

Turns out, the Red-clothed Taoist was not a native of Yifeng Province.

Thirty-five years ago, he stealthily infiltrated this region with strange magic skills.

After securing his position with the technique of "disaster prevention and blessing," he secretly recruited disciples, cultivating dozens of loyal followers.

These disciples spread like a web over every corner of Yifeng Province.

On one hand, they gathered special sacrificial items required for refining ominous magic skills, and on the other, they deliberately befriended and enticed local influential nobility, weaving an intricate network.

Meanwhile, the Red-clothed Taoist hid behind the scenes, continuously pretending to be a "Living Immortal" to the outside world.

He specialized in using the gimmick of "no side effects, disaster prevention and blessing solely through magic" to attract officials and businessmen alike.

Those people, either for family safety or for smooth career paths, lowered themselves to seek him out, unaware they had long become the Red-clothed Taoist’s pawns to nurture ominous entities and consolidate his power.

"Disaster prevention and blessing" was merely an illusion he used to deceive, obscure their minds.

Those eagerly sought disaster avoidance techniques, called "without backlash," actually contained enormous karmic traps.

The Red-clothed Taoist used his magic skills to forcibly alter others’ fortune, seemingly dispelling imminent disasters, but actually severing threads of fate, creating deep karmic entanglements in the unseen realm.

The law of karma between Heaven and Earth is inherently fair, every gain and loss is predetermined, without exceptions.

Those dignitaries attempt to use magic skills to defy destiny, avoiding calamities meant to be endured, seemingly gaining benefits, but secretly incurring a "karmic debt" owed to Heaven and Earth.

Once this debt becomes due, it turns into devastating disasters as backlash.

At its mildest, the person suffers continuous divine punishment, encounters sudden calamities or unexpected mishaps, leading to a lifetime of adversity.

At its worst, it affects the bloodline, ending in the destruction of descendants, and the person becomes a cursed lone star, spending their life in solitude, reaching an end in endless loneliness and desolation.