History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 104 : The Great Demon Who Dismembered the Ming Dynasty, the Shock of the Corpse-Dissolution Court!

Chapter 104: The Great Demon Who Dismembered the Ming Dynasty, the Shock of the Corpse-Dissolution Court!
At the edge of the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk’s diseased domain, there was a colossal white worm, hundreds of meters tall, its legs formed from countless pale arms like insect limbs.
It opened a massive maw covered in orifices, biting down into the earth with its teeth to fix its body in place, forming a special passage, like a fortress choke point.
Most of the worm’s body sank into the tributary of the Historical Long River, gradually eroding away under the scouring of historical dust, like a stick of pale corpse incense.
The Corpse-Dissolution Court would dispatch vast mutated legions to roam through the depths of this Historical Long River, searching for diseased domains like needles in the ocean.
Once a Turbid Stream-level or higher diseased domain was discovered, they would deploy the 【Corpse Realm Worm】, which could gnaw through the space of lower-level diseased domains, allowing the safe transport of the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s troops through its body.
Otherwise, crossing the space would result in massive casualties.
However, the Corpse Realm Worm was costly to produce, could only survive for two months, and would drift with the diseased domain along the Historical Long River, unable to anchor its position.
To most factions, this short span was not nearly enough to harvest or exploit the diseased domain's resources—at best, they could extract part of the ore veins. If unlucky, they wouldn’t even recover the cost of the worm.
But the Corpse-Dissolution Court was different. They needed neither ore mining, nor cultivation, nor even ordinary food. As long as they could plunder, it was enough.
Life was the greatest resource in their eyes.
So long as a diseased domain was slaughtered clean, its accumulated resources could be seized directly. The corpses could even be used to grow Longevity Flowers, produce Immortal Paste, and mass-produce more corpse-dissolution beings to ceaselessly strengthen their legions.
Were it not for the fact that corpse-dissolution beings gradually dulled with time, becoming corrupted and eventually completely dissolving, and that diseased domains were so difficult to locate—making it impossible to constantly replenish forces—
They would’ve long since unleashed an undead catastrophe.
Filling the Silver Dynasty with endless tides of corpses, and even if the power of Lawbreaking was strong, unless an existence above the Heavenly Officials intervened, there’d be no way to slaughter an infinite sea of corpses.
They could even storm into the real world.
A few kilometers before the worm passage, there was a gigantic Corpse Mountain Elephant, lying prostrate on the ground, with sharp white jade tusks, its back nearly a kilometer long. Next to it were five ordinary Corpse Mountain Elephants that looked like calves in comparison.
Surrounding them were five enormous corpse pits piled like mountains, overflowing with blood and corpse miasma. Countless flies buzzed about, and the accompanying carrion vultures of the army stared greedily at the rotting flesh, emitting sharp screeches.
Two newly arrived Corpse Mountain Elephants opened bone stairways within their bodies, escorted by Vajravārāhī cavalry driving thousands of captured Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk toward the sixth and seventh corpse pits.
“I don’t want to die!”
A Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk shouted in terror, struggling to escape, breaking free of his chains and attempting to flee, only to be pierced by a thrown bone spear and nailed to the ground.
“That’s not up to you!”
The Vajravārāhī cavalrywoman sneered, yanking out the bloodied bone spear and kicking the corpse into the pit. Even in death, the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk’s eyes remained wide open.
Died with eyes open.
Scattered resistance appeared among the transport line, but was quickly suppressed.
The remaining Dog-Folk stared with despair, their expressions numb.
Those brought here were all intelligent species born of this diseased domain—over five thousand in number. Counting the previous offerings to the corpse pits, the number approached one hundred thousand.
Even in a Congested-level diseased domain, this was a remarkable yield.
Atop the giant Corpse Mountain Elephant’s head stood a throne made of the skulls and spines of the fallen. Upon it sat a massive figure, enshrouded in turbulent dark aura, forming into twisted faces howling like vengeful spirits—his true form obscured.
With each breath, gusts of ghostly wind swirled around him.
Simply standing near him meant enduring constant ghost wind affliction.
A group of powerful corpse-dissolution beings knelt before him, trembling in fear, daring not to utter a sound.
Though reborn after death, the rules of historical mutation remained—the stronger one was in life, the more merit one had achieved, the higher one ranked in the food chain after resurrection.
And this one before them—his accomplishments in life were beyond count. Most famously, he had personally allowed the Qing army to breach the pass, taken part in dismembering the Ming Dynasty, defeated the forces of Li Dingguo, governed Yun-Gui, established a separatist regime, and even strangled the last emperor of the Southern Ming with his own hands.
It could be said that without his surrender and opening of the gates, the Eight Banners would never have entered so easily—let alone seized the Ming’s legacy from the fallen King of the Peasants.
Yet in later years, he incited the Rebellion of the Three Feudatories, declared himself emperor, and attempted to restore the Ming. If not for his untimely death and infamy, he might have truly overturned the Qing regime and rewritten history.
Most within the Corpse-Dissolution Court never imagined the court’s ruler would reincarnate him.
“There's no need for such formality, my lords. The former Prince Who Pacified the West is already dead. After reincarnation, even my 【Outstanding Deeds】 have been stripped. I can’t ascend to the Ancient Talisman level. I’m merely a criminal hoping to atone.”
A deep voice echoed from the Bone Throne, frightening the surrounding wraiths, which tried to flee—only to be seized by arms of black wind and devoured, crushed into dust between gnashing teeth.
As the darkness faded, a towering five-meter figure was revealed—stitched together with six arms holding various weapons, one head with three faces.
The left face resembled a youthful general: clean-shaven, broad-eared, handsome and valiant—yet with closed eyes, detached from the world.
The right was a gaunt skull wearing a shattered imperial crown, grotesque, surrounded by the stench of rot and wailing spirits.
The center face bore the feathered ornament of a Qing prince, with mouth pierced by thorns and iron spikes—expression grim.
His upper body radiated a commanding presence, heart hollowed out and oozing coagulated black blood, while his lower body was a massive centipede’s form, iron limbs shaped like human arms, faintly dragon-like, coiled upon the throne.
Yet this terrifying body was on the verge of collapse—hundreds of cracks crisscrossed his limbs and face, barely held together by threads of flesh, constantly at risk of shattering under surging Silver Dragon-Tiger Qi.
A closer look revealed that the cracks resembled a fragmented map of territories.
His entire form existed only through these stitched seams.
The one speaking was the Qing prince head at the center of Wu Sangui, his expression gentle. When he mentioned his lost 【Outstanding Deeds】, he glanced briefly at the distant Corpse Realm Worm.
That was a product once born from his former deeds.
Despite his tone, none dared climb the social ladder.
Treating him as a criminal would mean becoming corpses themselves.
Not even the ruler of the Corpse-Dissolution Court had killed him—clearly intending for him to earn redemption.
A hawk-headed general of the court flattered, “What do past deeds have to do with the mutated history? The Corpse-Dissolution Court is no Great Qing. His Majesty is ambitious, and the General has made countless contributions. We are all deeply moved.”
“Indeed! Your name is glorious, General. We are willing to serve loyally and help you rise again!”
“Count me in too!”
“……”
The generals rushed to pledge allegiance. Wu Sangui made no reply—every action carrying an air of aloofness.
The hawk-headed commander, keenly observant, quickly added, “The High Priest of the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk is already en route. The Heavenly Treasure Tree is as good as yours, General. Once we find the corpse of that major Taiping Heavenly Kingdom figure, I preemptively congratulate the General on reclaiming his 【Outstanding Deeds】 and reascending to the Ancient Talisman stage.”
What a bootlicker!
The others cursed silently, ready to flatter—but were interrupted by a sudden shout:
“Urgent !”
A battered Vajravārāhī cavalrywoman rushed forward, collapsed before the Bone Throne, ignited her heart-fire with the Vajravārāhī Tummo Seal to cling to life, and gasped:
“Bad news—Corpse Mountain Legions Five, Seven, and Nine, and all three Commanders have been wiped out!”
“What!?”
The words rang like thunder—shocking the court’s officers.
Wu Sangui gave a soft “Oh?” His gaze turned meaningful.
The hawk-headed commander’s face darkened. “Do you realize what you’re saying? Lying about military s is punishable by death.”
Not just because he’d just flattered his superior—
But because even invading the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk’s domain hadn’t incurred such losses. Now, at the final stage, they’d supposedly lost a third?
How could that be believed?
But the cavalrywoman, pale-faced, weakly said, “I stake my life on this.”
“A human History Walker appeared from nowhere and used some wicked technique to control all the Corpse Mountain Elephants, driving them insane and crushing all soldiers still within them into pulp.
I was only spared because I led a scout unit to hunt hidden Dog-Folk, but my comrades were buried by a mysterious Blood Coffin.”
At this, the crowd’s expressions turned grave—an unexpected obstacle at the final hour.
The hawk-headed commander asked urgently, “What about the Dog-Folk High Priest?”
“He was taken. He’s on one of the rebellious Corpse Mountain Elephants.”
At this, terror surfaced on the cavalrywoman’s face as she muttered:
“I escaped with my life… They stood above and looked down at me… then said one thing…”
The hawk-headed commander pressed, “What was it?”
“It was… it was… ‘Ahh, it hurts so much—ahhhhh!’”
A look of recall crossed her face, and in the depths of her pupils, black-red aura surged. Her flesh suddenly ruptured and exploded.
The commander failed to dodge, but just as he thought he’d be injured, a black aura shielded him—yet the splattered remains fell on nearby soldiers, instantly rotting their flesh into pus.
“Damn it! A trap!”
He gasped with lingering fear and quickly bowed, “Thank you, General, for the rescue!”
But Wu Sangui did not reply. Instead, he gazed at the spot where the cavalrywoman died, where a line of glowing golden seal script had appeared:
【Wu Sangui, come to the Old Capital of the Yellow Talisman. Challenge me with all your might.】
It was a battle challenge!
Signed: Sima A’man.