Chapter Fifty-Eight: Negotiation

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The desert of the Middle East stretched endlessly, barren and lifeless. The battle between the Marines and the Pale Hands had been utterly interrupted by the clash between Luo Longyu and Burial Without Life, leaving only sporadic gunfire. Without the assistance of Satan’s power, the Pale Hands were completely unable to confront the Marines head-on. Under the overwhelming firepower and tactical coordination of the Chinese Naval Marines, the Pale Hands had lost most of their combat strength.

The scorching sunlight poured down upon the desert, sand cascading relentlessly. The tranquility of old seemed poised to reclaim this wilderness.

Yet in a moment of distraction, a black mountain ridge suddenly spanned the void, appearing without warning and radiating an awe-inspiring might that shattered all resistance. It obliterated a massive black seal branded upon the sky—Luo Longyu’s Divine King Point Cang!

With a muffled cry, Burial Without Life was hurled back hundreds of meters through the air. Luo Longyu’s strike drained much of the power from his body, and beneath him, Luo Mengxuan’s face turned pale. The two hibiscus trees’ flames flickered weakly and vanished in moments.

Young Dragon Immortal was momentarily stunned but then understood; it was clear that even the energy of the hibiscus could not fully sustain the consumption of the Corpse Path.

With a thunderous crash, dust billowed skyward as Burial Without Life slammed into the ground, while Luo Longyu also fell to earth, struggling to stand, his steps unsteady.

At this moment, Young Dragon Immortal supported the weak Luo Mengxuan, gazing at the nearby Luo Longyu with a furrowed brow.

Luo Longyu had returned to a normal state, the corpse wheel behind him fading. In front, Burial Without Life’s robe was torn, his body covered in wounds. The powerful destructive force of Divine King Point Cang had nearly killed him, but the formidable physique of the Burial Clan exceeded all expectations—he had endured the attack and survived.

Coughing up a mouthful of black blood, Burial Without Life rose, looking at the swaying Luo Longyu, his sickle flashing in hand. “It’s time to end this,” he said, stepping toward Luo Longyu.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek split the sky, followed by a deafening explosion. Where Burial Without Life stood, a violent blast erupted, its shockwave throwing Luo Longyu, Young Dragon Immortal, and the others into the air, sand raining down and nearly burying them.

Two hundred meters away, Marines lay prone in a sand pit. One used a laser sight to observe the blast point, ignoring how half his body was buried, and said in a deep voice, “Direct hit. Fire again!”

Several kilometers off, two heavy howitzer vehicles fired once more. Burial Without Life, just raising a hand, was struck by two shells, sand waves soaring.

Luo Longyu glanced at the Marines, wasted no time, and absorbed sunlight to replenish the Corpse Path’s needed energy.

In his battle with Luo Longyu, Burial Without Life’s burial power was almost spent. Now, under the Marines’ relentless, precise shelling, he had no strength to retaliate.

After a moment, Luo Longyu’s eyes glowed crimson once more. He signaled the Marines to cease fire and immediately ran toward the massive crater. But upon arrival, he found only a tattered black robe—Burial Without Life had vanished without a trace.

Elsewhere, Froya had entered the correct command; the seal’s power began to weaken. Fierce howls echoed from deep within the stone cliff, a brutal aura spreading and filling Froya and his companions with dread, forcing them to retreat.

A beam of black light rose into the sky, ghostly mist swirling, mournful wails deafening. A giant shadow was cast upon the heavens—a figure covered in scales, with fleshy wings sprouting from its back and hooked horns upon its head. It seemed to have been sealed for too long; its form lingered, still not fully awakened.

As Froya watched, a faint radiance emanated from him. Power he had never used before slowly seeped out, as if he were preparing some defense.

Luo Longyu, too, was drawn to the enormous shadow, murmuring to himself, “This… is Satan?”

The shadow surveyed those below, its gaze finally resting on Froya. It uttered a string of ancient words, incomprehensible to all present, who exchanged puzzled glances.

Young Dragon Immortal looked at Luo Longyu. “Open your corpse wheel. It should have records of this ancient language.”

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“Alright,” Luo Longyu nodded, activating his corpse wheel system. The wheel recorded the shadow’s audio and translated it almost instantly. As a dragon of the Third Age, Young Dragon Immortal could also understand the language.

“You are the light, the light that imprisoned us,” the shadow said to Froya, its tone calm.

Froya frowned, then replied, “The Heavenly Father once imprisoned you with light to save you. We have come this time without malice.”

The shadow laughed. “Just a conspiracy. Let me check… Hmm, the light is gone. I told you, the light would eventually disappear, just like us.”

Suddenly, Young Dragon Immortal raised his head and addressed the shadow. “You’re trying to access our brain fields.”

The shadow nodded. “Indeed. I need to understand this world through you. But… none of you are ordinary people; there are barriers in all your brain fields.”

“What does that mean?” Luo Longyu whispered to Zuo Baixing.

Zuo Baixing pondered, then said, “Simply put, it’s like trying to hack a computer but getting blocked by the firewall.”

“But fortunately, these few don’t have that barrier in their brain fields. Yes, I think I understand.” The shadow looked at Tong Five, Baili Soulchaser, and Zuo Baixing, nodding. Clearly, he had already stolen the information stored in their minds.

“How pitiful, how pitiful,” the shadow muttered, shaking his head, lost in thought.

“What are you lamenting?” Luo Longyu stepped forward.

The shadow replied, “I lament the repetition of history. By the way, where’s that junior?”

“Here, a bit battered,” Burial Without Life’s voice suddenly rang out. He appeared beneath the shadow, laughing heartily.

The shadow scrutinized Burial Without Life, then showed some disdain. “Those who desire my power… why are they so unsightly? Not like the figure who entered my dream.”

Burial Without Life was embarrassed, waving his hands. “Can’t be helped, can’t be helped. They all ganged up on me, couldn’t stand it. That’s why I kept telling you—give me power. Only with power can one have a voice and survive.”

“No, no, no, as I said, the power we can use is only what that being allows us to use. It’s all a trap. No matter how we acquire power, it’s only with that being’s permission,” the shadow continued, shaking his head.

Young Dragon Immortal and the others were utterly confused, their eyes darting between Burial Without Life and the shadow, unable to understand their conversation. But one thing was certain: Burial Without Life and this Satan had communicated in dreams, not just once or twice. Clearly, Burial Without Life sought the shadow’s power.

Burial Without Life chuckled. “Not necessarily. There’s power here that that being never anticipated. Look at him.” He pointed to Luo Longyu.

The shadow gazed at Luo Longyu, his eyes deep as if penetrating his soul. When he tried to forcibly probe Luo Longyu, he felt himself plunging into an abyss. A pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the sky, silver pupils cold, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The shadow’s form twisted, almost vanishing.

“The Corpse Path project, fusing life and death! Has it… succeeded?” The shadow’s voice grew excited, his form distorting, seemingly about to disappear.

Froya quickly spoke. “Don’t get agitated. The seal isn’t broken—this projection signal is unstable.”

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“Hahaha, light! Hahaha! Back then, I was studying the ancient Corpse Path project. At that time, I’d only found a fragment in the primordial ruins, still just a concept. I never imagined… it would truly succeed! This is eternity! How could light be eternal!” The shadow laughed wildly, as if mocking something.

Looking at Luo Longyu, the shadow declared loudly, “I knew it! In those days, light disagreed with my view, claimed only light was eternal in the universe and rejected darkness. I…”

His words abruptly ceased. The giant projection twisted and vanished, catching everyone off guard.

“The signal transmission is unstable. The source projection is gone, the seal has activated,” Froya said, glancing at the seal, helpless.

Young Dragon Immortal flew into a rage. “What happened? We haven’t asked anything yet! Is there any way to restore the signal?”

Froya looked at the seal, shrugged. “Impossible. The Heavenly Father’s seal self-monitors and repairs. Originally, the energy was depleted, but after repeated manual repairs, it’s now fully powered. It must have detected Satan’s agitation, and the seal changed its code sequence, resetting the password. Very hard to open.”

Tong Five looked at Burial Without Life. “You repaired the seal, so you must know how to cut off its energy supply, right?”

At his words, everyone’s gaze fixed on Burial Without Life.

He scratched his face. “That’s correct, but why should I follow your orders? Remember, just minutes ago, we were fighting to the death.”

“That’s because you’re greedy. The Corpse Path is not for you to touch,” Young Dragon Immortal said sternly.

Burial Without Life raised an innocent eyebrow. “Exactly. If I can’t obtain the Corpse Path’s power, then I can’t miss out on Satan’s power, can I?”

“Then we’ll kill you,” Young Dragon Immortal said forcefully.

Burial Without Life stood, his gaze turning dark as he looked at Young Dragon Immortal. “You’re welcome to try.”

The atmosphere instantly grew tense. Froya hurried forward, speaking quietly, “No, if we kill him, we’ll have no way to cut off the seal’s energy supply. His methods certainly aren’t from our world. Besides, his strength is immense—you, the Corpse Path, and the hibiscus together couldn’t subdue him. Now, all of you are so weak, we can’t use force.”

Young Dragon Immortal glared at Burial Without Life, his gaze murderous. But the reality was as Froya said, leaving him torn. He finally took a deep breath and suppressed his rage. “Then what will it take for you to cut off the energy?”

Seeing Young Dragon Immortal back down, Burial Without Life sat again, glanced at Luo Longyu, and said, “Simple—give me the Corpse Path.”

“And then?” Luo Longyu asked.

Burial Without Life smiled meaningfully. “Then, through reverse engineering, I’ll fully comprehend the secrets of the Corpse Path—fusing life and death to achieve eternity. Such miraculous power and technology, I desire it too.”