Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8649: 626-possession-1

Within the confines of his chamber, the demonic corpse old man sat, his countenance ashen, a clear indicator of his unhealed wounds. The prior clash with the corpse ancestor had left him grievously injured, forcing a hasty retreat. Despite the lingering pain, a glint of triumph illuminated his features as he regarded the obsidian bead clutched in his hand.

This dark orb was the culmination of his recent efforts, a focal point for gathered death Qi, specifically crafted to counter Li Ruohai. Li Ruohai’s physical form remained entombed within his coffin, while his soul was ensnared within the Yin Yang mirror. The old man had meticulously engineered this death Qi bead with the express purpose of breaching the mirror's defenses. Now that the bead was materialized, the next phase of his intricate scheme was within reach.

Gazing upon the bead, the demonic corpse old man mused, "The Bloody Massacre Sect, I never thought you would resurface. But what does your reappearance signify? We dismantled you once; we possess the might to do so again. You shall rue this day." Rising, he approached the coffin, and with a theatrical flourish, flung it open to reveal Li Ruohai's inert form. A sneer curled his lips. "You believed me rendered powerless? Today, you shall witness my true capabilities!" With that, he gestured, and the death Qi bead ascended. Executing a rapid sequence of hand seals accompanied by incantations, he bellowed, "Swish!" The bead plunged into Li Ruohai, vanishing without a trace.

Simultaneously, the demonic corpse old man closed his eyes, channeling his focus to command the death Qi bead. This was, after all, his inaugural attempt with such an artifact, and a palpable uncertainty gnawed at him. He understood that the bead possessed the catastrophic potential to obliterate life force. Should his control falter, and the bead detonate within Li Ruohai, the very essence of his being would be extinguished, rendering any attempt at possession futile.

With painstaking precision, he guided the death Qi bead, maneuvering it towards the Yin Yang mirror. Fortunately, Li Ruohai offered no resistance, allowing the bead to glide effortlessly to the mirror's vicinity. A sigh of relief escaped the old man, quickly followed by the commencement of a low chant and further hand seals. Upon completing the final seal, he roared, unleashing the death Qi bead upon the Yin Yang mirror.

Upon impact, the death Qi bead detonated, dissolving into a swirling vortex of black energy that enveloped the mirror. Yet, this tenebrous mist did not dissipate; instead, it clung to the mirror, subtly infiltrating its depths.

The Yin Yang motif etched onto the mirror began to spin, struggling in vain against the encroaching death Qi. Tendrils of darkness seeped into the artifact, eliciting spectral wails from within. The demonic corpse old man, however, remained impassive, his gaze fixed upon the mirror.

Suddenly, a voice emanated from the Yin Yang mirror, "Patriarch, I implore you, spare my life! Spare me! I willingly relinquish my body. Patriarch, I beg you, spare me!" The plea belonged to Li Ruohai, who had clearly recognized the formidable power of the death Qi. Facing inevitable doom, he still sought to appeal to the demonic corpse old man for clemency.

The old man remained unmoved, scoffing, "In days past, I fostered you for his eventual succession into my vessel. I confided this intention to you, yet you dared to trifle with me. Your pleas are too late!" With those words, he intensified the flow of death Qi, driving it deeper into the Yin Yang mirror.

Li Ruohai's voice trembled again, "Ancestor, I beg your mercy. I was disoriented then. Ancestor, please forgive me. If I self-destruct now, we both perish. Ancestor, spare me!" Discovering that supplication was fruitless, Li Ruohai resorted to veiled threats. Yet, his tone of begging persisted, rendering his intimidation utterly ineffective.

The Corpse Demon elder let out a cold laugh. "Self-destruction? You overestimate yourself. Do you truly believe you can still self-destruct now? It's far too late!" With those words, the elder's sneer deepened. A swirling black mist condensed into a miniature black dragon which then lunged into the Yin-Yang Mirror. Li Ruohai's visage materialized on the mirror's surface, his expression contorted in terror, as if enduring unimaginable torment. Agony soon followed, and then, a tiny dragon's head emerged from the mirror, incessantly gnawing at Li Ruohai. Despite his futile struggles, resistance proved useless as he was gradually consumed by the minuscule black dragon, bit by bit.

Once Li Ruohai's form had entirely vanished, the Corpse Demon elder mentally directed all the accumulated black Qi into the Yin-Yang Mirror. The mirror instantly turned black. The elder then subtly manipulated the mirror, coaxing it out from Li Ruohai's departed form. Containing a significant quantity of death Qi, the Corpse Demon elder hesitated to retain it within his person, deeming it excessively perilous.

Upon its extraction from Li Ruohai, the elder observed the Yin-Yang Mirror with a measure of surprise, noting its apparent absorption of the death Qi. Death Qi was notoriously destructive to celestial artifacts, yet this mirror had seemingly assimilated it.

His understanding, however, quickly dawned. He had already refined the death Qi himself, and this particular endeavor was primarily focused on Li Ruohai's soul, not the artifact itself. Furthermore, the Yin-Yang Mirror's superior materials had evidently protected it from the corrosive effects of the death Qi, enabling it to absorb the energy instead. This revelation filled the Corpse Demon elder with even greater delight, as the mirror could potentially become a formidable celestial device after further refinement.

Yet, the immediate refinement of the Yin-Yang Mirror could not be prioritized. More pressing matters demanded his attention. The previous confrontation with the Corpse Ancestor, while resulting in his escape, had inflicted severe injuries that left his physical form in a deplorable state. His remaining lifespan, once sufficient for several years, was now rapidly dwindling as his body failed to endure. Immediate possession of a new body was paramount.

Fortuitously, he had previously planted a demonic seed within this very vessel, hitherto unactivated. Now, the time had come to utilize it. With this thought, the Corpse Demon elder sprang into action, swiftly performing a series of hand seals and reciting an incantation that occupied a full fifteen minutes.

Following this, he emitted a sudden, powerful cry, forming a seal with his hands and pressing it directly onto Li Ruohai's body. Li Ruohai's form convulsed violently, and a crimson light erupted from his forehead. The intensity of this light escalated, eventually bathing his entire face in a vibrant red hue.

At this precise moment, the Corpse Demon elder abruptly released his hand and assumed a cross-legged seated position. He rapidly formed another mudra, channeling it into his own body. As his hand pressed inward, a stream of white light ascended from the crown of his head. This luminous wisp appeared momentarily disoriented, hovering in mid-air before seemingly discerning its target. It then darted directly into Li Ruohai's body, vanishing within.

Subsequently, Li Ruohai's body trembled anew. A white light emanated from his forehead, merging with the existing red light before slowly fading. Within the coffin, Li Ruohai's eyes gradually fluttered open. He surveyed his surroundings and abruptly sat upright. Turning, he observed the lifeless body of the Corpse Demon elder seated cross-legged on the ground. Initial shock gave way to a flicker of joy, which rapidly expanded into unbridled elation!

"Hahaha, I've succeeded! I actually did it!" Li Ruohai exclaimed, leaping from the coffin with a triumphant laugh. Abruptly halting his mirth, as if recalling something, he then settled behind the Corpse Demon elder and placed his hand upon the withered form. Instantly, waves of dark Qi surged from the elder's body, flowing through Li Ruohai's hand and into his own being. The influx of dark Qi intensified before finally dissipating entirely.

The moment the dark Qi vanished, all traces of vitality departed from the Corpse Demon elder's body. As his life force ebbed away completely, his physical form crumbled into a pile of dust, drifting aimlessly in the air. Li Ruohai remained seated, seemingly unaffected, his face now obscured by floating black Qi that clung to his skin without penetrating his form.

Four hours later, Li Ruohai’s body suddenly inhaled deeply. The black gas that had been hovering on his face transformed into wisps of black smoke, resembling two small serpents, and entered his nostrils. Abruptly, Li Ruohai’s eyes snapped open. A thread of elation colored his expression as he murmured, "I’ve already recovered to my peak eighth-tier strength. Hahaha, you’re even better than I anticipated. First Elder, Bloody Massacre Sect, all of you will perish!"

Indeed, the current Li Ruohai was no longer himself. He had been successfully possessed by the Demonic Corpse Old Man, and was now the Demonic Corpse Old Man. Memories of the First Elder’s treachery and the appearance of the Blood Slaughter Sect remained vivid. His foremost desire was to eliminate the First Elder and his cronies, re-unify the Demonic Corpse Sect, and then annihilate the Blood Slaughter Sect in one decisive blow.

The Corpse Demon Old Man realized that the Corpse Demon Ancestor could not assist him for some time. If aid had been possible, the Demonic Corpse Sect would not have fractured, nor would the Corpse Ancestor have fallen under the First Elder’s control. Nevertheless, dwelling on the past was futile. His immediate priority was to augment his power. A spark ignited in his eyes at this thought. He gestured, and a ring lying on the ground levitated into his grasp. With a shift of his hand, the obsidian Yin-Yang Mirror materialized. Gazing at the mirror, a smile graced his lips…