Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8379: Reincarnation (1)

Chapter 8379: Reincarnation (1)

The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone was a sinister celestial device of extreme malice. Its creation was deceptively simple: one merely had to locate a newborn born during a Yin year, month, day, and hour, then end the infant's life. This process birthed the tool, though it began as a powerless vessel for melting. Upon refinement, only a single fragment of the child remained—perhaps a finger, a leg bone, or a skull. Regardless of which part it was, any bone from the body could be transformed into this magical weapon.

Once the foundation bone was refined, the next step involved integrating a ghost baby. However, a ghost baby was not created by simply extracting and refining a single infant's soul; such a feat was impossible. The true terror of a ghost baby lay in its composition, as each one required the fused souls of one hundred infants to reach completion.

To produce just one ghost baby, a minimum of one hundred infants had to be slaughtered so their souls could be merged. Because infant souls are fragile and lack conscious identity, they do not experience memory conflicts or rejection during the fusion process. Despite their inherent weakness, they remain souls, and when combined, their collective power becomes formidable.

The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone was capable of harboring up to 10,000 such ghost infants, a chilling prospect. To reach full capacity, one would need the souls of a million infants, meaning a million lives would have to be extinguished. This horrifying reality was so repulsive that even the demonic Sect cultivators within the Blood Sea Realm found it intolerable. Consequently, the primary Sects united to establish a strict prohibition against the creation of such celestial devices.

This dark craftsmanship had a specific origin. Legend says the pioneer of this method was a believer slave. Though he had attained the Dharma Accumulation realm, his natural talent was mediocre. His obsession with the path of immortality was absolute. As a believer slave, he possessed a family, but when his wife gave birth, he descended into madness. Believing his kin were obstacles to his Cultivation, he murdered them all. He did not spare his newborn, choosing instead to refine the child's remains.

The infant had been born at the exact Yin coordinates of time. During the refinement of the tiny body, the man observed that the child's entire essence condensed into a single bone. The result was a fragment as black as ink. From there, he began a spree of infant slaughter to fuel his creation, eventually completing the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone.

The total number of victims during this period remains a mystery, though it was undoubtedly vast. Eventually, his weapon could unleash thousands of ghost babies simultaneously. The celestial device granted him immense power, and his Cultivation progressed at a staggering rate, earning him the title of the Myriad Ghost Old Devil.

Because of his atrocities, the Old Devil was eventually hunted by every Sect. Before his fall, he used the Myriad Infant Ghost Bone to slay dozens of experts at the Island Lord level and higher. That conflict sent shockwaves through the various Sects as they witnessed the devastating potential of the Dharma artifact.

The refinement techniques were eventually recovered from the Old Devil's remains. Cultivators were horrified by what they read, unable to fathom such a depraved method of crafting magic tools. Even though the weapon offered great power and rapid Cultivation, no one dared touch it due to its murderous nature. They feared that such karma would make surviving a Heavenly Tribulation impossible. Thus, the Sects collectively banned the technique, decreeing that anyone found practicing it would be executed.

The ban was necessary because the refinement process was dangerously simple; even a cultivator in the Dharma Reserves realm could perform it. Without strict control, the infant population of the Blood Sea Realm would have been wiped out in short order.

Despite the risks, some desperate cultivators still sought this power. To combat this, the Sects acted ruthlessly to suppress the knowledge. While the existence of the weapon was known to some, the specific refining secrets were rare, and the threat of being hunted by the Great Sects kept most from attempting it.

This explained why Pan Qianlong only revealed the weapon when faced with certain death. By activating it, he became a marked man for every major Sect. Even his own Corpse Demon Sect would turn on him, to say nothing of the Blood Hangman. His artifact already contained 1,000 ghost babies, meaning he had already sacrificed 100,000 infants. Such a staggering body count ensured his doom. Even if he survived the current battle, the Corpse Demon Sect would likely be the first to execute him.

Driven to a corner, Pan Qianlong had no choice. Without the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone, he would have died on the spot. He planned to flee, change his identity, and hide in a place where no one recognized him to continue his Cultivation.

As Zhao Hai blocked his path, Pan Qianlong’s eyes turned crimson with desperation. Having revealed his secret, failing to escape would mean losing everything. He fought like a madman, his scimitar creating a defensive blur. With a mental command, the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone hovered above him. He struck his own chest with his left hand, spraying a mouthful of blood essence onto the artifact. After drinking the blood, the bone erupted in a crimson glow. The emerging ghost babies were wreathed in red light, looking more ghoulish as they shrieked and lunged at the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples.

The disciples paled and raised their weapons to defend themselves. Sensing the danger, Zhao Hai’s expression darkened as he roared, "Everyone, stay back! These ghost babies strike the Divine Soul directly. If you lack Divine Soul defense spells or celestial devices, do not engage. Use your killing intent for protection!"

The Blood Slaughter Sect members froze for a second before retreating in alarm, manifesting their killing intent as a shield. Seeing this, Zhao Hai formed the Acalanatha Seal and thundered, "Lin!"

The heavens seemed to shift at his word. Zhao Hai settled onto his Blood Lotus in a meditative posture and began to chant, "Namo Amitabha ye, kodajia ye, Dudi ye, amiludo..." As the incantations flowed, they manifested as bursts of golden radiance. Buddhist seals materialized one by one, culminating in a massive Buddha Seal appearing behind him. This great seal cast a golden brilliance that enveloped the swarming ghost babies.

The red light on the spirits flared in resistance but was quickly overwhelmed by the golden aura. The ghost babies screamed as black miasma bled from their forms. Soon, however, they fell silent. Their expressions of malice vanished, replaced by a serene, smiling peace, as if they were cradled by their mothers. The tiny spirits drifted toward the Buddha Seal near Zhao Hai, merging into the light and vanishing.

Zhao Hai was reciting the Rebirth Mantra, a Buddhist scripture for crossing over souls. Such scriptures were the natural bane of ghosts, particularly Yin spirits like these babies who had been forcibly refined. Under the Buddha's light, the ghost babies found tranquility, finally freed from their existence as enslaved spirits.

As the final syllable of the mantra echoed, the last of the spirits entered the seal. The Buddha Seal then emitted a blinding light that pulled the ghost bone toward it. Pan Qianlong coughed up blood repeatedly, struggling to maintain control, but it was futile. The bone was swallowed by the seal. With the connection severed, Pan Qianlong spat out a final spray of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The golden light and the Buddha Seal faded away. Zhao Hai opened his eyes and surveyed the area before looking at the fallen man. "Check on him," he commanded. A Blood Slaughter Sect cultivator hurried over to inspect Pan Qianlong. The man’s face was gray; he was no longer breathing.

The disciple stood and bowed deeply to Zhao Hai. "Reporting to Commander, he is dead!" The survivors now looked upon Zhao Hai with profound reverence. Seeing a powerhouse like Pan Qianlong—a half-step Island Lord—fall to a mere incantation was terrifying. Zhao Hai was only in the Profound Qi realm, yet he had ended such a foe. His display of strength ensured that no one would ever dare be disrespectful to him again.