Chapter 368 – The Living Dead Alchemist from Beyond

Under an endless expanse of sky, dark clouds churned and billowed, while below stretched an expanse of deep, shadowy forest.

Here, countless towering treetops vied for supremacy, their layers of willow branches intertwining to form a natural, swaying hammock that moved with the wind.

Drip, drop!

But suddenly, the faint sound of liquid droplets moistened tender green leaves and buds, creating a series of melodious rhythms.

From it, a thick, nauseating scent of blood was unmistakable, assaulting the nostrils.

Following the curve of the treetops upward to the natural hammock, a man lay there, covered in wounds, a blade embedded in his chest.

It was Ye Kuang!

His face was deathly pale, his lips parched, and old wounds across his body had long congealed into dark scabs, a horrifying sight.

Only when a raindrop struck his cheek did he show any sign of movement.

Ye Kuang’s fingers twitched slightly, and then his eyes snapped open.

Instantly, he gasped sharply, his entire body wracked with the dull, throbbing pain radiating from his chest.

“Water… water…”

Whether it was fate sparing Ye Kuang or heaven taking pity, before long, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. As time passed, the rain intensified, turning into a downpour.

Ye Kuang opened his mouth wide, drinking deeply of the natural rainwater.

Only after his thirst was quenched did it occur to him that he was still alive.

“Ugh… hah… I’m not dead? I’m still alive? Damn it, cough, cough…”

Admittedly, as his movements grew more pronounced, they tugged at the nerves of his body’s pain, forcing him to gasp for breath, inhaling the precious air.

“Where is this?”

“Could this be the forest beneath the cliffs of Mount Shu?”

His soliloquy was a pitiable sight to behold.

He sat cross-legged.

A day later.

His furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his pallid complexion slowly regained its color.

As for his Dantian Inner World, it stirred like a river flowing into lakes and seas, gradually awakening its latent, formidable power.

The circulation of his blood was so immediate that Ye Kuang didn’t even notice when his eyes opened again.

Over the next three days.

Ye Kuang finally regained a sliver of strength, and at the same time, the unruly growling of his stomach abruptly shattered the previous silence.

Gurgle, gurgle!

As hunger struck, he grew impatient to climb down from the tree.

But every attempt ended in failure.

Unbeknownst to him, the clouds began to disperse, and countless birds soared into the sky, filling the air with their joyful songs.

Ye Kuang swiftly plucked two branches. With one, he struck a large bird mid-flight, and with the other, he hit the bird’s body, sending it plummeting in a perfect arc to land beside him.

In no time, he plucked the bird clean, revealing its tender, plump flesh, and took a bite.

It was greasy, slippery, and hard to swallow.

Yet Ye Kuang ate with meticulous care, as if savoring a delicacy, devoid of his usual voracious appetite.One could say that only after experiencing the brink of life and death did he comprehend that abundance of grains ultimately means not wasting food in one’s lifetime.

Although this bird wasn’t truly sustenance, it still served as his savior from the edge of starvation.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but silently mourn the unjustly deceased bird for three seconds!

With renewed energy coursing through him, he keenly felt this inexplicable emotion, then suddenly struck his chest with a fierce palm.

Splash!

Instantly, a mist of blood sprayed out like a crimson flower, as copious amounts of vital essence flowed from his chest and back.

It was at this moment Ye Kuang inwardly roared: “Myriad Tribulations Bronze Skin Iron Bone Body, Indestructible Organs Body!”

……

After an unknowable duration, when he reopened his eyes, he found himself once again enveloped by ravenous hunger.

Creak!

He then unexpectedly leaped to his feet.

Thud, thud!

The sensation of stepping firmly upon solid ground inevitably brought profound relief and tangible reassurance.

As sunlight continuously filtered through the endless canopy, a gradually receding figure could always be seen dragging along beneath the shade.

Elsewhere, deep within the jungle, a mountain gate Cave stood visible in the distance.

As for how Ye Kuang found this place – it was actually an inexplicable voice that had emerged in his mind, guiding him toward this direction.

He couldn’t help but glance around, clearly perplexed by this seemingly imaginary voice.

After all, the surroundings appeared completely deserted – so where could that voice possibly be coming from?

This was a question.

And also something his current self struggled to comprehend.

He inevitably looked left and right, pacing back and forth, before finally gathering enough courage to step into the Cave.

“Child, come quickly, hurry! This old master shall bestow upon you peerless mystical techniques…”

Unbeknownst to him, as the voice grew increasingly distinct, Ye Kuang had already reached the deepest part of the cave.

If the outer dozens of feet of this Cave constituted dim territory, then its deepest reaches were now filled with eerie luminescence, emitted by numerous unidentified stones.

Unable to conceal his astonished gaze, Ye Kuang examined them briefly but found himself utterly unable to identify these stones’ origins.

Simply because nothing like them had ever appeared in the current world!

During these moments, even as cold sweat slowly seeped out, Ye Kuang remained unaware.

He inexplicably developed an unrealistic notion, but the hunched figure that soon entered his view confirmed this very suspicion.

“There’s actually someone here?”

Upon uttering this, he still appeared rather shocked.

Recalling his previous experiences, Ye Kuang momentarily felt his hairs stand on end.

“Old sir, are you the master of this place?”

“Hey, are you alive or dead?”

“If you don’t speak, I’ll have to assume you’re deceased.”

While speaking, Ye Kuang finally mustered courage and strode before the hunched figure.

Just as he lowered his head, several traditional characters abruptly entered his vision:

“Extraterrestrial calamity approaches, Cultivation faces destruction, spiritual pills legacy remains, Reverend Dandao!”

Hiss!

Seeing this, Ye Kuang’s rich imagination kicked in, startling him into breaking out in cold sweat.

“Holy crap, this… this is way too insane, I’m totally bewildered, can this even work? Hahaha, could this be the legendary ‘surviving great disaster brings later blessings’?”

As he spoke, Ye Kuang cast aside all reservations, initially intending to search the body, but then his mind suddenly sounded alarm bells: what if this guy was pretending to be dead?At this thought, he couldn’t help but call out several more times. Seeing that the hunched figure truly showed no reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then proceeded to perform three solemn bows with remarkable decorum.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Rest assured, Senior, I will make proper use of all your valuable possessions. Please go in peace.”

When Ye Kuang rose to his feet again, he could hardly conceal his exhilaration.

But who could have anticipated that as his hand touched the hunched figure, he suddenly felt a faint warmth radiating from it.

In that instant, Ye Kuang shuddered as if electrified, clearly startled by the sensation.

“Is this a Living Corpse?”

“Holy shit!”