History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 102 : I Am the Sovereign of the Inner Demon! Coffin Spirit Displays Divine Might

Chapter 102: I Am the Sovereign of the Inner Demon! Coffin Spirit Displays Divine Might
The invisible arm of the Heart Monkey quickly found a black ball of light within the massive mountain of corpses, exuding a foul and chaotic aura.
Upon approaching, the wails of countless deceased lives could be heard.
“Spare me…”
“It hurts… it hurts all over…”
“Why did you kill me? I’m so full of hatred…”
“…”
This was its soul—or rather, its composite consciousness.
The Living Corpse Mountain Elephant was forged from countless remains through a secret technique, capable of easily breaking enemy battle formations and crushing traps.
Because it was composed of the collective consciousnesses of tens of thousands of corpses, forming a kind of generalized consciousness without complete intelligence, it only obeyed commands.
However, precisely due to its excessively mixed and filthy consciousness, attacking it on the soul level was even more difficult.
Lacking intellect meant it felt no fear and could be driven at will to perfectly execute orders, making it an exceptional war machine of the Corpse-Dissolution Court—exorbitantly costly to produce.
But for the Calamity Heart Monkey, this was no challenge at all.
It—was the sovereign of the mind,
The inner demon of all beings!
Boom!
The Heart Monkey’s arm pierced the soul, and a torrent of overwhelming distracting thoughts surged forth like a tide, only to be effortlessly suppressed.
Soon, as the Heart Monkey’s arm kneaded, that soul mass transformed into a black Corpse Mountain Elephant—or rather…
An Inner Demon Elephant!
Heart Monkey Technique—Manifestation of the Inner Demon!
All the resentment of the souls, under the guidance of the Heart Monkey, condensed into a single thought:
“Take revenge on the Corpse-Dissolution Court!”
If not for the Corpse-Dissolution Court, they would not have died!
“Roar!”
The massive Corpse Mountain Elephant suddenly halted, raising its head in a sky-shaking roar. The sound echoed for kilometers, causing countless wild animals to collapse in fear, trembling on the ground.
“What’s going on?”
“What’s happening? Why did the Corpse Mountain Elephant suddenly lose control?”
“This is bad! The Corpse Mountain region is collapsing! Get out! Don’t push me!”
“Help! My legs are crushed!”
“…”
Before the soldiers of the Corpse-Dissolution Court could even react, they were buried beneath the avalanche of collapsing corpse matter from the inner collapse of the mountain.
Crack! Crack!
Whether it was the Vajravārāhī Cavalry, corpse demon servants, the vicious corpse hounds, or the crocodile-headed, tiger-bodied corpse beast disasters, all were crushed into bloody pulp in an instant.
The shields that once protected them now became the most hopeless cages.
Ssssss!
Countless streams of dark green blood seeped and flowed from the body of the Corpse Mountain Elephant, dripping to the ground and staining it like blooming flowers of death.
Some soldiers in soul form, though not crushed, were effortlessly scooped up by the Heart Monkey’s arms like fish and thrown into the Ash Lamp, transformed into special lamp oil of a quality suitable for refining Buddhist artifacts.
Because there was too much material, it switched to refining by flame to enhance the grade.
“The Corpse-Dissolution Court, in a way, is already part of my lower-tier path.”
All this time, Jiang Yan had been troubled that his Sanskrit Sword Buddha Arm couldn’t keep pace. He never expected to enter a related Diseased Domain of the Corpse-Dissolution Court—one without any top-tier powerhouses present.
Perfect timing for a snack hunt.
What was a nightmare for others… was a cost-saving trick for Jiang Yan.
“So… so strong!”
Su Baitao watched the scene before her with shock in her eyes. She had guessed this big shot aimed to seize control of the Corpse Mountain Elephant, but feared he might not understand the terror of the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s military formations.
Hundreds or thousands of corpse-dissolution creatures could form a world-level battle formation. Corpse Qi and killing aura surged to the sky, constructing the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea Grand Formation with military and corpse-dissolution methods—creating a battlefield akin to a Domain.
The greater the number, the more terrifying the power.
Once trapped inside, one would be entangled, and even a Law Seed cultivator might perish with regret.
This was why many powers developed armies—not only to facilitate entry into lower-tier worlds but also because of their sheer utility.
Legend held that the armies of top-tier cultivators could change heaven and earth, distort civilizations and nations, and overturn the laws themselves.
However, she never imagined…
The Corpse-Dissolution Court’s soldiers never even had a chance to exit—they were directly crushed from within by the Corpse Mountain Elephant in a death of utter despair.
“This is a major cultivator on the path of the mind!”
Beside her, Zhou Xiaoxiao thought deeper—if even a will as chaotic as the Corpse Mountain Elephant’s could be controlled in an instant… then didn’t that mean—
With just a glance, this person could reduce them to slaves, stripping them of all autonomy, to be used and discarded at will?
Thankfully, this one didn’t seem like someone on the demonic path… hopefully?
“What happened?”
Li Hong, beside Liang Yao, had just woken from unconsciousness to see this scene. Eyes wide in shock, he fainted again on the spot.
“Stop fainting everywhere already!”
Liang Yao was speechless. Who raised this delicate greenhouse flower? Utterly spoiled.
Though he had a Foundation Establishment physique, his mental fortitude was terribly weak.
Fortunately, luck was on his side—running into these righteous History Walkers. If it had been a demonic cultivator, not even bones would’ve remained.
In some sense, his fortune was truly absurd.
As for the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk, they were already trembling in fear. This human… seemed even more brutal than the Corpse-Dissolution Court!
Just as Jiang Yan was frantically plundering souls, suddenly, a wail came from the Corpse Mountain Elephant. A thunderous explosion rang out from its neck. Flesh and blood splattered, and a massive hole appeared.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Tens of thousands of grey-white feathers swept over, gleaming coldly—raining down like a storm of arrows.
Ssssss!
As it approached Jiang Yan, it was instantly blocked by a barrier of golden light and immediately ignited, turning into flying ashes scattered across the sky.
“A human, yet capable of wielding a perfected-level Vajravārāhī Golden Light Incantation?”
A doubtful voice came from within the pit. From the hole flew out a gray-white figure with the enormous head of a pigeon. Its beak was long and narrow, eyes blood-red and veined, with bulging veins spreading from around its eyes.
Behind it were massive wings, and on them grew numerous small pigeon heads, fused into the flesh and blood. It looked like a grotesque monster composed of multiple fused individuals.
Just meeting its gaze brought an indescribable feeling of nausea and pressure.
Su Baitao’s voice sounded: “This is the controller of the Corpse Mountain Elephant, a pigeon commander under General White Pigeon of the Corpse-Dissolution Court. It follows the Plague Division path, with the Heavenly Stem of Earth (Ji). Damp earth harbors wood, nurturing myriad fungi. Its Foundation is the superior-grade [Bird Foundation of Universal Salvation Through the Offerings of All Beings]. Legend says the Buddha once cut his flesh to feed an eagle to save a white pigeon, so pigeons symbolize offering and wisdom.
But the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s white pigeons are known for their greed, often devouring allies. Its Law Seed is a mid-tier Law Seed, [Flock of Plague Corpse Pigeons], able to summon plague doves, whose feathers fall like arrows and spread disease.”
Jiang Yan glanced at her. For her to know such arcane knowledge about Foundations and Law Seeds, she must have come from a noble family or major power.
Now was not the time to show off—she was demonstrating her value to him.
In exchange for a chance to live.
“How ridiculous. Only foolish humans would call it greed. These on my body are my brothers, sisters, and parents. To help me transcend through Corpse-Dissolution and attain immortality, they willingly offered themselves. With their talents, they could ascend with me to the Law Seed stage. This is the gift I returned to them—raising the entire clan to the early Law Seed stage, even to Ancient Talisman level.”
The pigeon commander’s expression turned fanatical. He truly believed in his path. His blood-red eyes glared down at Jiang Yan as he questioned:
“Which general stands behind you? To go this far for merit—do you not know we answer to the King of Massacre?”
In the Corpse-Dissolution Court, only those of Ancient Talisman level could be called grand generals.
The one leading this diseased domain invasion was known as General Wu—a figure with a unique background. He had once betrayed the former Qing Court, the predecessor of the Corpse-Dissolution Court, and was punished, never able to ascend to Ancient Talisman level.
Otherwise, with his merits, he could have even become a Heavenly Official.
In the pigeon commander’s eyes, it wasn’t strange for a History Walker to analyze the skill [Vajravārāhī Seal], but to cultivate it to such a degree—while showing no clear signs of mutation?
Most likely, he was cultivated by some major figure within the Corpse-Dissolution Court as a bloodstained glove to eliminate rival factions.
After all, internal factions were numerous, and nothing was off-limits in their power struggles.
For beings like them—mutated creatures—once killed by History Walkers, there was a chance their Historical Items or Skills could be extracted. All their painstaking efforts would be taken, and they’d lose the chance to be reborn through corpse-dissolution.
They were ideal tools for the job.
This time, a big shot had likely caught wind of the Heavenly Treasure Tree and come to steal the prize.
Jiang Yan didn’t bother replying. Instead, he turned to Su Baitao and asked:
“How many of these Corpse Mountain Elephants are there?”
Su Baitao was momentarily stunned, then quickly replied, “I’m not sure how many the Corpse-Dissolution Court has in total, but Corpse Mountain Elephants are extremely costly to produce. Their bodies are enormous and possess incredible vitality—physically comparable to mid-stage Law Seeds. They move slowly and can’t use spells, but even Law Seeds of the same level might not be able to kill them outright.
To invade this Diseased Domain, nine were dispatched in total. They serve as fortresses and military camps. One among them is equivalent to a peak Law Seed level and serves as the central command.”
“Mm.”
Jiang Yan slightly nodded, gazing up at the moon, seemingly lost in thought.
“Arrogant fool! Since you refuse to speak, then I’ll drag you to the Corpse Buddha Lama and extract your soul!”
Ignored, the pigeon commander laughed in fury. Pale gray Elemental Qi surged as his wings flapped, releasing hundreds and thousands of feathers. In the sky, they wove plague energy, transforming into gray doves with blood-red eyes, surging forward like a tide.
“Caw!”
The dove swarm surged, annihilating everything in its path!
Yet the Burial Coffin emerged from the void, blocking the pigeons’ advance.
The pigeon commander, sensing its aura, sneered:
“Just a high-stage Foundation? You dare challenge me? Ridiculous.”
Crack crack crack!
At that moment, scarlet eyes appeared on the coffin, staring at the dove swarm. The Coffin Spirit’s Eye struck terror into them.
Even the pigeon commander was momentarily affected—but by the time he snapped out of it, it was already too late.
The skeletal arm holding down the coffin lid loosened, and the lid slowly opened.
Boom!
Darkness flowed from within the coffin, instantly spreading, covering the surrounding space like the maw of an abyss. It devoured the entire Plague Dove Swarm along with the pigeon commander, slamming the lid shut and suppressing them.
“Is this… the internal space of that coffin?”
Inside the coffin, the pigeon commander looked around the darkness. Light swirled in his eyes, dispersing the dark. With a casual swipe of his claw, he caught a Stone Coffin Guardian Beast resembling a Hannya and crushed it to powder.
“You think you can trap me with this? Too naive. Let me teach you—some things aren’t meant to be swallowed!”
The pigeon commander sneered coldly. It wasn’t the first time he’d been trapped by strange mutated creatures. They had always been broken through by force.
This time would be no different!
Crack crack crack!
Before he could move, glass-shattering sounds echoed. Cracks spread across the space, accompanied by the sound of fierce impacts.
From afar, the Coffin Spirit’s voice echoed:
“Bury the heavens, bury the earth, bury the undying multitude. Return to reincarnation, restore the order of life and death. This is…”
“Void Burial of Dharma!”
A sense of dread surged in the pigeon commander’s heart. Just as he tried to break out with full power, the space around him shattered. A terrifying Void Gale swept in—
It transformed into the most horrifying meat grinder, instantly mincing the Plague Dove Swarm into nothingness.
“Damn it!”
The pigeon commander fought desperately, but the Void Gale’s relentless slicing left his body shredded, every moment sheer agony.
“I curse you!”
He clearly possessed great power, yet had no means to unleash it. There was no direction to escape—he could only watch as he was sliced apart—
And in the end…
He died, full of hatred!