Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8436: Control _1

Right after number one issued the command, the remaining puppets came to an abrupt halt. They swiftly lifted their weapons, gearing up to launch an assault on Zhao Hai. Yet, in the instant that followed, number one materialized once more at Zhao Hai's side. The puppets froze in place immediately. Afterward, number one lowered his head in respect to Zhao Hai and stated, "Young master, I've figured it out."

Zhao Hai gazed at number one and replied, "Have you truly figured it out?" Once you join the dead spirit race, you'll be able to shift into human form, but your peak fighting strength will remain in your dead spirit race appearance. Sure, you'll gain the ability to cultivate and achieve eternal life, yet you'll forever belong to the dead spirit race.

"Yes, young master. I've truly figured it out. I'm ready to become part of the dead spirit race. At the very least, the dead spirit race allows for cultivation. In my present condition, I can't cultivate whatsoever. As a cultivator, cultivation is essential to me," number one responded in a grave tone. Though his voice stayed as rigid as ever, his statements now carried clearer logic. He had shed his former obsession with immortality.

In truth, number one had already fallen prey to his inner demons. As Zhao Hai had pointed out, despite possessing the puppet's body at first, he felt initial joy at his survival. To bolster his soul, he had merged it even deeper with the puppet's core array hub.

But soon enough, he realized his grave error: he was trapped inside the puppet's frame and couldn't escape. He had planned to use the iron-soul wood to nurture his Yin soul, paving the way for full control later on. Now, however, departure from the puppet's body proved impossible. What could he do next?

Ultimately, he resorted to persuading himself that this form offered a path to longevity. Gradually, he deluded himself into belief. In time, he poured his focus entirely into mastering mechanical puppetry, which led to the creation of everything within the secret realm.

Yet, upon entering Zhao Hai's space, the space swiftly suppressed him. It also purged his inner demons at once. Zhao Hai presented him with a fresh option: joining the undead race. Though the undead were spectral beings, those in Zhao Hai's domain appeared far from terrifying. They resembled ordinary humans, capable of marrying, raising families, and pursuing cultivation. This revelation prompted his swift decision to join the dead spirit clan, explaining his earlier declaration.

Zhao Hai gave a nod. "Very well, your decision is set. Now, return." With a casual flick of his hand, Zhao Hai stored puppet number one away. Inside the dimension, his soul would be drawn out, granting him a new existence in the hell dimension where cultivation awaited. Zhao Hai planned to retain the original puppet body. Truth be told, aside from its superior materials, the puppet held little else of value. Still, those materials shone brightly. The iron-soul wood served as soul-nurturing timber, something Zhao Hai recognized. High-quality soul-raising woods like this were scarce. He had no personal need for them, but they made fine gifts.

Naturally, his interspace produced iron-soul wood as well. The interspace paid no mind to whether the wood had dried out or been processed; extracting a single cell allowed endless replication. Zhao Hai would never face shortages of such items going forward.

With number one's affairs resolved, Zhao Hai couldn't resist glancing toward the small town. It matched his predictions perfectly, brimming with deadly snares. Unlike his expectations, though, no hidden tunnels lay beneath. This stemmed from the fact that everyone dispatched by the divine Secrets sect to construct the town had perished.

Zhao Hai had gleaned all this from number one himself. Knowing the full story, he let out a heavy sigh. The divine Secrets sect's final sanctuary, their secret realm, could have safeguarded some remnant of their lineage. Instead, it fell to ruin at the hands of an insider.

Zhao Hai shook his head softly. Among the world's greatest uncertainties stood the human heart. That was precisely why he placed utmost trust in Ding Chunming. A soul mark already bound Ding Chunming, ensuring unwavering loyalty. He felt secure with the others too, yet remained ever vigilant. He couldn't be faulted for such caution; the human heart proved far too fickle.

At present, number one had revealed every trap, every control method for the traps and puppets, to Zhao Hai. He had even commanded all puppets to obey Zhao Hai without question. Thanks to this, Zhao Hai harbored no fears of puppet aggression. Effectively, every trap across the city and secret realm now belonged to him.

Zhao Hai surveyed the area with a soft sigh. Frankly, number one had been a prodigy in life. Even in death, his brilliance endured. Achieving such mastery in mechanisms and puppet arts marked him as exceptional. Consider that he accomplished it all solo—an extraordinary feat indeed.

This compact city would prove immensely useful to him. Indeed, it would benefit the entire bloody massacre sect greatly. The mechanisms embedded here wielded tremendous power. Even an Island Lord-level powerhouse would struggle fiercely if ensnared within the city. The setups were truly formidable.

That said, Zhao Hai spotted numerous ways to refine the mechanism techniques further. Integrating them into the Sen Luo Treasure Hall would undoubtedly elevate its battle prowess to new heights. Such an outcome spelled pure fortune for the blood slaughter sect.

Zhao Hai advanced leisurely into the city. Gaining entry demanded precise sequencing. Charging straight ahead would activate the snares against him. Thus, he progressed with care. After four full hours, he reached the towering structure at the city's heart, resembling an eight-trigram compass.

Zhao Hai examined the structure closely. It functioned as the city's central command hub, number one's personal quarters, and the vault for his prized possessions. Here rested every cultivation technique Jade slip from the divine Secrets sect, alongside whatever resources the sect had managed to relocate back then. Admittedly, number one had depleted most of these supplies, but ample remnants survived. A sect's legacy, after all, carried profound weight.

Zhao Hai ascended first to the building's pinnacle and disarmed every trap throughout the city. Only then did he exhale in relief. Candidly, he had only learned of the city's traps without delving into their workings yet. A single misstep could spell disaster, so removing them all brought true ease.

After a moment's reflection, Zhao Hai chose not to linger. He would exit and summon Ha Jing inside. He planned to brief Ha Jing on the site's details and let him witness the city firsthand. The handling would then fall to Ha Jing. With that in mind, Zhao Hai gestured, summoning a intricate array nearby. Moments later, his form vanished into the array's glow.

Upon emerging outside, Zhao Hai found Ha Jing deep in meditation. Sensing the array's ripple, Ha Jing's eyes snapped open, landing on Zhao Hai with evident surprise. He hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's swift return from the secret realm. Did it truly lack any defenses?

Stepping free from the array, Zhao Hai promptly saluted Ha Jing with clasped fists and announced, "Greetings, Grandmaster. The secret realm's traps have been neutralized. I now possess its coordinates too. Once the array is prepared, Grandmaster may join me in entering the secret realm."

Ha Jing rose to his feet, eyeing Zhao Hai steadily. "What's the inside like? Did you face any perils upon entry?" Genuine curiosity filled him. Had the divine Secrets sect's secret realm offered no protection at all? How else to explain Zhao Hai's rapid exit?

Ha Jing's query drew a sigh from Zhao Hai. Then, he recounted his entire experience in the secret realm to Ha Jing, from arrival to the encounter with number one. He even shared the words he'd spoken to number one. Since number one hadn't contested them, Zhao Hai's assumptions held water. Number one had slain the divine Secrets sect members and gradually erected that small city. Thus, relaying this to Ha Jing now felt entirely appropriate.

Ha Jing's face shifted subtly as he absorbed Zhao Hai's account. He let out a sigh, his voice low and solemn. "Amitabha. I never imagined the divine Secrets sect's final lineage would conclude in such a manner. Truly unforeseen. Have you disposed of that puppet?" Zhao Hai had omitted his handling of number one, prompting the question.

Zhao Hai affirmed with a nod. "Yes, I've dealt with him. Rest easy, master. I drew out his soul and applied a soul-searching technique, revealing the inner workings. That technique alone let me seize command of all traps and puppets in the secret realm. With the traps disarmed, no threats remain. The puppets obey fully. I suggest senior brother enters to inspect it personally."

Ha Jing nodded in agreement. "Fine, a visit will clarify things. But as you described, the space is quite confined. Such a minor secret realm lacks its own complete laws and maintains a loose tie to the main space. Its grasp on the main space's laws stays partial. Lingering too long as someone like me could cause outright collapse, given my potent inner power. Still, a brief look poses no issue. Afterward, we'll inform the sect and await their guidance on proceedings."

Zhao Hai gained sudden insight into the secret realm's unique trait. A figure like Ha Jing, remaining extended periods, might trigger its downfall. That explained the ancient teleportation formation's power restrictions outside—it guarded against realm destabilization.