History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 101 : Nightmare Difficulty! Heavenly Realm Treasure Tree! Seizing the Corpse Mountain Elephant

Chapter 101: Nightmare Difficulty! Heavenly Realm Treasure Tree! Seizing the Corpse Mountain Elephant
The Golden Crow sank in the west, and darkness spread.
Inside a prison built from piled white bones and flesh, a large number of Vajravārāhī cavalry jailers stood guard.
They surrounded a massive white‑bone table, with many half‑eaten humanoid skeletons scattered around, and the noise was deafening.
“Five chief, ah—six six six, ah—good brothers, ah… you lost, A‑Lin, hurry up and pay!”
A Vajravārāhī cavalryman grinned viciously as he lifted the dice cup. All six bone dice showed one.
A leopard roll—total annihilation!
Voices rose around them: “Dog luck.” “This is possible?”
The cavalryman named A‑Lin had blood‑shot eyes and said in a low voice, “A‑Kedun, one more round. I’ll pay you all together later.”
“No way. You just borrowed from me last week and never paid it back. No more credit this time.”
A‑Kedun smiled, picked up his smoking pipe, took a deep drag, and exhaled a turquoise smoke ring. The surrounding cavalry couldn’t resist leaning in to inhale. Their pig faces showed clear enjoyment.
Seeing this, A‑Lin sighed helplessly. “Then let me take a puff of the 『Immortal Paste』. I’ve lost a whole month’s salary already, so from now on I can only satisfy myself by smelling it.”
“Fine, here you go.”
A‑Kedun generously turned the pipe toward him. A foul stench wafted from the opening.
A‑Lin didn’t mind at all. He leaned forward, opened his pig mouth, inhaled sharply, and from the Mouth of the Purified Altar came waves of Sanskrit chanting. His endless hunger and desire were finally appeased for the moment.
“This taste… even if you offered me the rank of Immortal Buddha, I wouldn’t trade.”
A‑Lin muttered, unwilling to open his mouth for fear the smoke would escape.
After becoming Vajravārāhī cavalry, they had been plagued by hunger and pain. Only killing soothed their agony, and only inhaling Immortal Paste brought true pleasure.
Once addicted, it could never be quit.
The only supply channel was controlled by the Corpse‑Dissolution Court.
A‑Kedun took the pipe back and held it between his lips, chuckling. “Nonsense. This Immortal Paste was refined from Fortune‑Longevity Flowers grown in a thousand‑man pit. Only a Commander‑level soldier gets to enjoy such goods. I only got a bit because I was rewarded.”
“That taste… even ten women wouldn’t compare!” a wild boar cavalryman nearby twitched his nose and murmured.
Another cavalryman sighed. “Speaking of which, I haven’t touched a woman in ages. The corpse‑hag demons in the Willow Alley are too expensive—each one cracks bones and sucks marrow. Painted‑skin demons are cheap, but they secretly peel your skin. I’ve suffocated for three months. Earlier I almost couldn’t hold back when I saw those women in the cells. But I was afraid of ruining the lord’s affairs, so in the end I walked past the corpse‑pig pens and… sigh.”
A‑Kedun was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed:
“With you in the Corpse‑Dissolution Court, what a waste of talent!”
The cavalryman scratched his head. “What can I do? Even if we were resurrected, only those big figures became true Corpse‑Dissolution immortals. We’re merely half‑human half‑corpse. We watch ourselves rot, and living feels no better than dying.”
“Who doesn’t think so? Why wasn’t I resurrected in the Corpse Buddha Hall, or born as some great figure’s descendant?”
“You mean Commander Lu, right? Reincarnated as the son of a Vajra Deer General at the Ancient Talisman level the moment he revived, born naturally with the Xun Trigram, and even chosen by the Prince to receive personal guidance. He even skipped ranks to become a Commander.
“Although that position’s power had been reduced several times, the minimum requirement is still the Law Seed Stage. He’s really riding the spring breeze.”
“But I heard from a brother in the royal court’s guards that Commander Lu went to the borderland of the real world.”
“What!? Doesn’t that mean he could go to the real world!?” The surrounding Vajravārāhī cavalry became excited.
“Keep dreaming. He failed. Some human named Sima Luoshui wiped out the scout squad, severed his arm, and even stole the Deer‑Horn Dragon Banner crafted by the Daban Lama Master of the Corpse Buddha Hall.”
“Sima Luoshui?”
A Vajravārāhī cavalryman who had once studied books laughed. “That name has too much water content. Does he think I don’t know about Sima Yi and Luoshui? Must be a pseudonym.”
A‑Lin said jealously, “Still, that’s embarrassing. If I had that background, I’d have reached Law Seed stage long ago and beaten Sima Luoshui until he crawled on the ground looking for his teeth.”
“Enough nonsense. If a Sound‑Stealing Corpse Insect passes by and hears you, and this reaches the wrong ears, you’ll be made into minced pork for sure.”
A‑Kedun inhaled another puff of Immortal Paste and exhaled slowly, smiling. “Once we finish transporting this batch of prisoners, this diseased domain will basically be conquered. Once General Wu… gets what he wants, these natives will be buried alive to plant Fortune‑Longevity Flowers.
“As long as we handle things well and make the higher‑ups happy, we might even get the chance to try ten‑thousand‑man‑pit Immortal Paste.”
“Just hearing that makes my heart itch. I wonder when the Corpse‑Dissolution Court will finally invade the real world. I heard there are ten billion humans there. If we planted Fortune‑Longevity Flowers using them, what treasures would we get?”
The Vajravārāhī cavalry burst out laughing, drinking and shaking dice again.
Deep in the prison, bone spikes rose everywhere, covered in mysterious Sanskrit script, suppressing many figures.
They hung their heads, utterly hopeless.
Most of the males were dog‑headed with human bodies, wearing yellow cloth; the women retained human appearance but had yellow dog ears and tails.
A few humans huddled together discussing softly.
A young long‑haired woman in hemp clothes sighed. “Looks like we aren’t returning to the real world.”
A strong man clenched his fist. “This damned mission wanted us to help these dog‑folk resist the Corpse‑Dissolution Court. We worked our asses off for a month—trenches, intelligence networks, military formations—yet everything was crushed in an instant.
“How would we know the Corpse‑Dissolution Court had mobile war machines? Dozens of cannons fused with corpses forming a corpse‑mountain fortress. Not only terrifying firepower but corpse poison too. Most History Walkers were blown to death on the spot. What kind of freakish biotech is this?
“And the dog‑folk’s strongest warrior was Law Seed beginner stage at best, yet rushed out blindly and got crushed by a Law Seed beginner from the enemy.
“The game just started and the crystal exploded—play what exactly? If this were a game… I, Liang Yao, would visit the dev team’s whole family.”
As he spoke, Liang Yao cursed, already mentally broken.
“We won’t be eaten… right?”
The speaker was a delicate-looking young man, pale and trembling.
“Don’t worry. Not that easy.”
A girl with a small bun hairstyle comforted him:
“Usually your bones will be pulled out to be used as skeletal labor, becoming undead cattle and horses working day and night. Your flesh is sent to the mill, and your skin goes to painted‑skin demons to make human‑skin clothing. Oh, right—if you run into the lamas of the Corpse Buddha Hall, then you won’t have to worry about any of those.”
The young man’s eyes lit with hope. “They’d save me?”
Monks should be merciful, right?
The bun‑haired girl, Su Baitao, complained, “They’ll make you into a magical tool. Your soul and flesh will suffer torment day and night—worse than death.”
“……”
The young man’s remaining courage evaporated. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The long‑haired woman sighed helplessly. “Su Baitao, stop scaring Li Hong.”
Su Baitao snorted. “His courage is worse than mine. Zhou Xiaoxiao, we’re basically saintesses captured by a goblin nest—no, pig people means black‑beast storyline—we should find a chance to kill ourselves. Preferably shatter the corpse so it can’t be reassembled. Otherwise we’ll be drowned by future generations.”
“Stop. Too vivid. How much weird stuff have you read? You weren’t like this at first—so quiet.”
Zhou Xiaoxiao covered her face, exhausted.
“Because we’re about to die. Who cares about hiding anything.”
Su Baitao said indifferently, “I swore to become the great master of Tianxia’s local xianxia smut, surpassing White Sakura. Yet I ended up as the suffering heroine instead. I refuse real‑life field research.”
“Who told us to be unlucky and fall into a congested-level diseased domain invaded by the Corpse‑Dissolution Court? Only a few bases remain struggling to survive. Hell‑level start. If we lose, this world is truly doomed.” Zhou Xiaoxiao sighed.
Thirty‑plus History Walkers had come to this mission—including Foundation peak, Law Seed beginners, even official Walkers—forming a resistance alliance.
But without exception, all had been crushed by the Corpse‑Dissolution Court army.
Just recalling the battlefield made Zhou Xiaoxiao shudder.
Thousands of Vajravārāhī cavalry charged, accompanied by corpse dogs, black‑heaven lamas, corpse‑cannons, disaster beasts, and countless infected walking corpses, overwhelming everything.
Not to mention the Corpse‑Dissolution Court’s deputy general, a terrifying high‑stage Law Seed existence with an extremely special identity, who suppressed the entire battlefield effortlessly.
“Sorry, we have dragged down the strategists!” came a weak voice.
The speaker was a long‑haired girl dressed in ceremonial robes like stage costumes, beautiful, with fluffy yellow ears and a single yellow ahoge. She bowed her head apologetically:
“The Huang‑Talisman Dog‑Folk have lived in peace too long and forgotten how to fight. The chief was stubborn and ignored everyone’s warnings. Once he was killed, the formations collapsed, and the strategists ended up in this plight. Fuyuan is guilty beyond measure.”
As she spoke, Fuyuan knocked her head against the ground to express apology.
“This isn’t your fault, High Priestess. The Corpse‑Dissolution Court came aggressively. Even if we escaped once, we couldn’t escape forever.”
Zhou Xiaoxiao helped her up and asked, “Why exactly did the Corpse‑Dissolution Court target your race? And why haven’t they killed us, choosing instead to transport us alive? Could it be the Huang‑Talisman Dog‑Folk are descendants of the five-colored dragon‑dog Panhu from the Classic of Mountains and Seas?”
Panhu, the dog‑headed, human‑bodied champion who married Emperor Ku’s granddaughter—his bloodline, after historical mutation, would be extremely noble, close to a Lord of the Nation.
Resurrecting such a descendant could easily produce a powerful undead.
“No.”
Fuyuan shook her head. “We were not originally dog‑folk. A mutation transformed us. The reason the Corpse‑Dissolution Court invaded so harshly should be the 『Heavenly Realm Sapling』 our race guarded.
“It was discovered by our ancestor when burying a great figure from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. It can steal the aura emitted from the so‑called Heavenly Realm and transform it into special Heavenly Realm pills. It has been inherited by the High Priest generation after generation, merging with our bodies.
“They probably know they can’t remove it, so they didn’t kill us. They want to escort us alive to the Corpse‑Dissolution Court’s diseased domain. We shouldn’t die for now.”
“You—why didn’t you say this earlier!!” Su Baitao completely broke. This was huge information.
Fuyuan’s ahoge drooped. “You didn’t ask…”
“……”
Everyone was speechless. No wonder the Corpse‑Dissolution Court deployed so many troops—something from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was involved.
Though not an actual God‑of‑Taiping lineage artifact.
But since the great powers who destroyed the Heavenly Kingdom never found a single item of the God‑of‑Taiping path…
And now this thing could draw Heavenly Realm aura?
Wasn’t that obviously related to the legendary 『Old Tianjing』?
As for why a Heavenly Realm sapling could refine pills—
Who knew. Maybe it was modified by Taiping secret arts.
They were famously skilled at mixing Chinese and Western concepts.
“We’re finished. Not only will we die, we’ll also be soul‑searched repeatedly.”
Thinking about becoming a drooling idiot afterward, Su Baitao shuddered and started calculating the best angle to smash her head against the ground.
Their spiritual energy was suppressed in this bone prison—if they failed to kill themselves, they’d face hellish torture.
As she pondered the optimal suicide method, Fuyuan continued, “Speaking of which, our ancestor left a final instruction: if our race faces extinction, we may sacrifice half the origin of the treasure tree to summon a Heavenly Realm creature.
“But… ever since the God stopped responding, the Heavenly Realm became unreachable. Even domains related to the Heavenly Realm now mostly give birth to terrifying holy‑light aberrations…”
Su Baitao interrupted, “Compared to being captured and tortured by the Corpse‑Dissolution Court, I’d rather gamble on a Heavenly Realm creature breaking the prison. Worst case, it purifies me clean. The sooner I die, the sooner I reincarnate!”
"Indeed!"
The other two also agreed, and even the unconscious Li Hong was included by default.
"Alright!"
Fuyuan also made up her mind, silently reciting a mysterious scripture, activating the pure-white, feather-like Heavenly Realm Sapling within her body. It shone brilliantly, extending seven branches.
She sacrificed half its origin, drawing in an enormous amount of Heavenly Realm aura.
Even the White-Bone Prison could not stop its activation.
The Vajravārāhī cavalry jailers were still hopelessly addicted to gambling.
Buzz!
As strands of pure-white aura converged, they transformed into countless feathers of light, overlapping to open a portal. Radiant brilliance shone out with great disturbance.
"What’s happening!?"
Even the densest Vajravārāhī cavalry noticed the anomaly. Hooves slammed the ground as they charged swiftly.
Su Baitao and the others were burning with anxiety. Fortunately, Fuyuan finally completed the ritual and softly chanted:
"Descend, Spirit of the Heavenly Realm!"
As her words fell, wings slowly unfurled, opening a portal. A terrifying aura spread, and the lifeform within prepared to emerge.
Suddenly—
With a bang, the portal was shattered by a dark shadow crashing through from a tributary of the Historical Long River, dissolving into a sky full of drifting white feathers.
Everyone stared blankly at the sudden figure—was that a…
Human?
Of all times, the Historical Long River chose now to dispatch a History Walker!?
Elsewhere,
Jiang Yan was also confused. The Historical Long River’s deployment this time had an unusually long buildup, and he seemed to have smashed into something on entry.
It felt so fragile… why did it act like a speed bump?
He glanced around at the White-Bone Prison, the charging Vajravārāhī cavalry, then at the group before him and asked:
"Excuse me, where is this place?"
No one answered.
Over a hundred dog-folk stared in stunned silence, as if silenced by magic.
Su Baitao was dumbfounded. They had been prepared to go down fighting—never expecting…
That the Historical Long River would send help now, right into the enemy’s den.
Someone even more unlucky than them had arrived!
Maybe this was fate.
Su Baitao laughed, her face showing a calm acceptance of death. She waved and said, "This is a diseased domain occupied by the Corpse-Dissolution Court. The resistance has been completely annihilated. The mission is over. We’re aboard a prisoner convoy en route to an Annihilation-level diseased domain."
"So this isn’t the Court’s stronghold?" Jiang Yan asked thoughtfully.
Su Baitao sighed. "Pretty much is. But there's no point in struggling now. This place suppresses spiritual power—we can’t even die if we want to. Soon we’ll face the jailers’ torture. You’re good-looking, so I suggest you ruin your face first or you’ll suffer."
Even a Law Seed wouldn’t help here. The White-Bone Prison had dispelled all spiritual energy and blocked spellcasting entirely.
"Another History Walker sent? The Historical Long River is feeling generous!"
The Vajravārāhī jailers reached the prison gate.
"A bunch of unruly meatbags. I just lost money—need somewhere to vent!"
A‑Lin sneered, pulled out a bone chain, and whipped it toward Jiang Yan’s neck to drag him out for some fun.
Bang!
Before it got close, it shattered. A crimson coffin emerged, wrapped in countless skeletal arms that firmly held down the coffin lid.
"What kind of crap is this? Dares act up in front of your grandpa!?"
A Vajravārāhī jailer at the Foundation Establishment Stage leapt forward. The Vajravārāhī Seal gleamed on his body, Tummo ignited, and a blade surged with power, slashing fiercely.
Clang!
The blade chipped with a crisp ring—yet the coffin remained unscathed.
"What!?"
Dozens of Vajravārāhī cavalry in golden armor prepared to gang up.
But at that moment—
Gurgle, gurgle!
Strange sounds echoed. Crimson cracks spread across the coffin, and in the next second, dozens of black eyes emerged, staring all around.
The moment eye contact was made, the cavalry felt submerged in an abyss of death, surrounded by eternal silence, dazed in an instant.
Coffin Spirit’s Eye!
By the time the dozen Foundation Stage Vajravārāhī jailers recovered, their bodies had been pierced by countless blood threads. No matter how they struggled, they could only watch as they were dragged into the coffin.
Though not instantly dead, the Coffin Guard Beast inside ensured, through heavy suppression and undead restraint, they’d never escape again.
"That was an instant kill!?"
Su Baitao and the others stared, stunned.
Dozens of Foundation-level Vajravārāhī jailers—each capable of wiping them out—were annihilated in a flash by a single coffin.
At this moment, Jiang Yan reached out to touch the prison bars.
Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly warned: "Be careful! That’s inscribed with Sanskrit from the Corpse Buddha Hall, linked to a living Corpse Mountain. It’s extremely tough and poisonous—"
Next second, the runes turned silver-white and shattered with a roar, crumbling into powder.
Zhou Xiaoxiao choked back the rest of her sentence.
This new History Walker…
Was terrifying!
They had thought he was an unlucky fool, but it turned out the Historical Long River had pitied them and sent a powerhouse!
Fuyuan joyfully asked, "Are you a messenger from the Heavenly Realm?"
Her answer was the Heart Monkey Arm—
Which lifted her by the head into the air. She struggled as the Heavenly Realm Sapling within her fell silent.
"High Priestess!"
The other dog-folk rushed to help but were blocked by the coffin.
Remembering its earlier power, none dared approach.
Jiang Yan looked up and down at the dog-girl, then shifted his gaze to the History Walkers.
A single look seemed to see through them completely.
They felt as if falling into an abyss.
Was he planning to kill them too?
"Doesn’t look like a disguised native."
Jiang Yan dropped Fuyuan, who collapsed to the ground weakly.
He ignored her and walked outside.
"……"
Su Baitao and the others exchanged glances. What kind of diseased domain had this boss endured to become so... cautious?
Still, their only hope now was Jiang Yan. Liang Yao carried Li Hong, and they hurried after him.
Through a twisted corridor, Jiang Yan exited the prison.
Above, a full moon hung high, casting cold moonlight onto the "prisoner convoy" holding Su Baitao and the others.
It was not a prison cart, but a mountain of corpses—ten zhang high, hundreds of meters long—shaped like a giant elephant. Its hollow eye sockets burned with soul flames.
Composed of countless corpses, it had six pillar-like legs, stomping the earth, causing tremors.
It had no true intelligence—just a dim awareness pushing it forward.
Inside this living Corpse Mountain Elephant, separate sections transported Corpse-Dissolution Court forces across mountains and fields.
‘With such terrifying mobility, no wonder the Corpse-Dissolution Court rampages through diseased domains.’
Jiang Yan pondered. Before him, Historical Dust surged, revealing the mission info:
【Historical Marker – Congested Grade A】
【Location: Domain of the Huang-Talisman Dog-Folk (Corpse-Dissolution Court Invasion Ongoing)】
【Mission Description: You’ve entered a diseased domain born of the Huang-Talisman Dog-Folk’s desire for peace. But peace was wishful thinking. A great figure from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is buried here, clogging a tributary of the Historical Long River. Causality has overflowed and was divined by the Corpse-Dissolution Court.
They followed the link and invaded, massacring all life in search of this cause. You will face their vanguard forces and demonic legions.
The Vajravārāhī cavalry are merely the tip of the iceberg. Fallen warlords have also arrived.】
【Main Mission 1: Help the Huang-Talisman Dog-Folk establish a base. Ensure at least 50 survive and endure 60 days of assault. (Progress: 32 days)】
【Main Mission 2: Discover the identity of the buried figure and resolve the blockage in the Historical Tributary.】
【Hint: Completing either mission allows you to leave the domain.】
"Establish a base?"
Standing atop the Corpse Mountain Elephant, Jiang Yan looked down at the world.
Su Baitao and others caught up, hearing his murmur and were instantly thrilled.
"Boss! While the Law Seed stage Corpse-Dissolution demon on this thing hasn’t noticed, let’s escape. We only need a safe base to survive 28 more days to complete the mission."
With Jiang Yan’s help and a hidden spot, they could return to the real world.
"Let’s go now!"
The dog-folk were ecstatic. They wanted nothing more than to leave this cursed place.
Outer Heavenly Demon or not—if he could help them survive, he was a good person.
But Jiang Yan shook his head and chuckled:
"No need for all that trouble. Isn’t there a ready-made one right here?"
"Ready-made?"
Su Baitao blinked, looking at the barren wilderness—no cover. They’d be found and crushed by large Corpse-Dissolution creatures easily.
Zhou Xiaoxiao’s face tightened. Could it be…?
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes. In the air, invisible Heart Monkey Arms descended, forming the Three-Lives Subduing King Seal, linking into the Corpse Mountain Elephant.
"This mobile corpse-mountain fortress is not bad. From now on…"
"It’s mine!"