History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 108 : “Mother of Ten Wisdoms Bestows Blessing! Destruction‑Class Superior Dharma Seed!”

Chapter 108: “Mother of Ten Wisdoms Bestows Blessing! Destruction‑Class Superior Dharma Seed!”
Boom!
Amid the numerous corpse‑pits, one by one the corpse‑dissolution immortal sands bloomed with radiance. Endless soul‑force, corpse‑qi, and resentful thoughts converged, forming a pillar of death linking heaven and earth across this diseased realm.
In an instant the world darkened, oppressive clouds gathered!
Reflected there was a shadow of the underworld — boundless and inscrutable — and vaguely one lofty figure stood, presiding over the gate.
It was the Underworld, also called the Nether Realm, Hell, the Realm of the Dead, and so on — the destination of sentient beings after death, the place of all cycles of rebirth.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
A narrow slit opened in the ghostly gate of the Underworld, diffusing mysterious Nether‑power.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
In a flash, arm after arm crawled out of the seven corpse‑pits, emitting low growls. Tens of thousands of fragmented, decaying corpses emerged — all were the Yellow‑Talisman Dog‑Folk or Historical Walkers slaughtered by the corpse‑dissolution King Court.
“Roar!”
They shuffled ahead like the walking dead, and their eyes turned toward the Guan Ning Iron Cavalry and the Vajra Hai‑Mother Cavalry, hatred in their gaze, wrapped in endless resentment.
They had come back for revenge!
“Just a pack of low‑level corpse‑slaves — slaughter them…”
One Vajra Hai‑Mother cavalryman loudly tried to reassure his comrades. But before he finished speaking, he saw the eight great Corpse‑Mountain Elephants beginning to melt like candles.
Tick‑tock! Tick‑tock!
The giant elephants bowed their heads. Though they had no facial features, an air of mysterious compassion appeared.
In a short time, the endless corpse‑mud churned, converging toward the centre, merging together, gradually coalescing into a bizarre “Corpse‑Mountain Bodhisattva” form. It sat upright atop the corpse‑pit. On its head it bore eight faceless elephant heads, like the masterpiece of a legendary sculptor.
On its belly were six black holes, multiple arms wielded, forming the Compassion Seal, the Kṣitigarbha Root Seal, and other Dharma seals. The eight elephant heads opened gaping blood‑pots of mouths and uttered sounds — not the roar of elephants, but scriptures of mystery‑laden syllables.
“Namo Kṣitigarbha King Bodhisattva…”
Its voice thundered, trembling the diseased domain.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
At this moment, countless corpses’ flesh and blood collapsed from their bodies into swirling threads of flesh in the sky, interweaving. They gave rise to multi‑headed, multi‑armed, multi‑eyed stitched and fused corpse‑dissolution great demons — varied in form, but without exception their shapes and strength soared.
Some turned into corpse‑balls the size of small mountains.
In an instant from trash‑fish they upgraded to elite monsters.
In no time they gathered into a tide of corpses, flooding the sky, transforming into a spectral plague.
They engulfed the battlefield!
“Just corpse‑slaves, go die!”
The Vajra Hai‑Mother cavalry roared, brandished the great blade, and severed a six‑head eight‑armed corpse‑dissolution spirit in two. Flesh and blood splattered!
“So trivial.”
He snorted coldly, his gaze disdainful — it was only for show anyway.
Swish, swish, swish!
But before he could exult, the severed halves flew at him, blood‑threads erupting through their bodies.
In the next moment, the two split bodies re‑joined and wrapped around him forcibly. From within grew many mouths, starting to ravenously chew his flesh and blood.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
He waddled along swollen, each step emitting painful wails from within, fresh blood seeping out, streaming over the ground.
“Why can this group of corpse‑dissolution demons possess such powerful vitality? Only by pulverising bones to ash can one defeat them — otherwise they will grind you to death.”
The other Vajra Hai‑Mother soldiers looked on in terror. They were all corpse‑dissolution creatures — so why did they have such powerful undead traits? It made no sense.
Yet the dead did not answer. They only launched mad attacks, crimson blood spilling over pitch‑black under‑earth, gradually painting a Hellish scroll.
Crunch!
The Guan Ning cavalry — elite troops of Wu Sangui — strong in might, swung their blades and felled many corpse‑dissolution beings. Their demon‑blades burned with dark‑green flames, instantly igniting them.
This was — the Burning‑Corpse Demon‑Fire.
It easily turned living flesh and blood to ash, perfectly countering those extraordinarily vital undead.
However, before they could continue the slaughter, they found their own corpse‑dissolution bodies beginning to crack and disintegrate.
Even, faintly feeling the interval of the “corpse‑dissolution tribulation” shortening.
“What’s happening!?”
The Guan Ning Iron Cavalry looked shocked, sensing an invisible attraction twisting around them.
That was…
The summons of the Underworld!
The corpse‑dissolution King Court had relied on the corpse‑dissolution secret‑method and the Rebirth Pool to reverse life and death, creating many special undead.
But this was a bug that jammed the world‑mechanism.
Once discovered by the Underworld, it would gradually affect one’s spiritual‑balance, forcing rebirth.
In other words: forced reincarnation!
If you slay these revived dead, they will use your soul as the price, forcibly linking you with the Underworld’s phantom gate.
If you don’t kill, they will devour you alive — a physical transcendence.
Kill them, and you increase your internal corpse‑dissolution tribulation; either succeed in crossing the tribulation and be reborn anew, or go to the Underworld and perish.
Utterly disgusting!
And one Guan Ning Iron Cavalryman — because he didn’t believe it and slaughtered rampantly — directly triggered his corpse‑dissolution tribulation prematurely. He collapsed early, yet powerless to cross the tribulation, he entered reincarnation ahead of schedule.
“Damn!”
This scene made the remaining Guan Ning Iron Cavalry and Vajra Hai‑Mother riders hesitate. Several corpse‑dissolution sorcerers couldn’t retreat in time, were thrown to the ground, and instantly devoured.
The resentments of the dead boiled, yet their attacks grew fiercer, driving Wu Sangui’s main force steadily backward.
“Roar!”
Even the giant Corpse‑Mountain Elephant under Wu Sangui felt the Underworld’s summons and began to fidget.
In an instant, the battle‑situation reversed.
They surrounded the opposing side!
“Am I not dreaming?”
Liang Yao rubbed his eyes, utterly stunned.
Though coming from an undead King Court, they were drowned by the spectral plague.
What absurdity!
Su Baitao, Zhou Xiaoxiao and Fuyuan were overjoyed — this was about to dismember Wu Sangui’s main force.
“Corpse‑dissolution spectacle!”
At this moment, Wu Sangui looked at that eight‑headed elephant. His previous composed, in‑control expression vanished; his gaze was incredulous.
Why…
Could such a mere human wield an upper‑tier corpse‑dissolution method?
Wasn’t that a power belonging only to the King Court’s ruler, that mighty lion?
Even if he shared part of that power with princes, they could only use the spectacle, not refine the corpse‑dissolution immortal sand.
This behaviour was like digging up the roots of the King Court itself!
Could it be that the Immortal‑God had arranged this again?
In Wu Sangui’s mind thoughts turned, he said coldly:
“Who exactly are you?”
“I told you already — my name is Sima A’man, of the Luo Shui Sima clan, inheritor of the Cao‑Wei will,”
Jiang Yan replied with a smile. Wu Sangui wanted to use him to eliminate rivals; in truth he also used the plan, seizing the seven corpse‑pits.
Wu Sangui’s power was formidable. Even if deprived of “Meritorious Deeds”, his strength far exceeded ordinary Dharma‑Seeds at high rank.
Earlier Jiang Yan faced the peak Dharma‑Seed Nine‑Dragon Chain and formed an overwhelming victory by using both Earth‑Serpent and the Dragon‑Pacifying Nail dual‑suppression.
Now, though Jiang Yan’s strength had improved quite a lot — counting a pile of trump cards and many tribulation‑forces added — his overall battle‑power was comparable to a mid‑tier Dharma‑Seed.
To defeat Wu Sangui head‑on was almost impossible.
But… using off‑board tricks was different.
He had just obtained the “Rebirth Secret‑Classic — Corpse‑Dissolution Immortal Sand Dharma”, which included some special secret‑methods. Though he couldn’t build an Undead Rebirth Pool, the information mentioned that one could construct special spectacles.
Thus, among numerous spectacles, Jiang Yan selected the “Spectacle — Eight‑Headed Treasure‑Elephant Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva Underworld Rebirth Universal‑Salvation Ten‑Thousand‑Ghost‑Buddha Statue”.
Once constructed, it could perform transcendence for corpse‑dissolution beings and grant them unimaginable vitality.
Only the cost was also large.
It required using several huge corpse‑dissolution beings as the foundation, and assisting massive quantities of corpse‑dissolution immortal sand for shaping.
The former: eight Corpse‑Mountain Elephants met the condition.
The latter: the King Court had slaughtered nearly an entire diseased‑domain’s living creatures; corpse‑pits and even the diseased‑domain itself drifted with vast ghost‑qi.
Since Jiang Yan did not need to bear the side‑effects, he could unconstrainedly condense the corpse‑dissolution immortal sand, fulfilling both conditions.
The reason he chatted with Wu Sangui was only to delay time, letting the coffin‑spirits and little Celestial‑Ghosts lay the ritual tracks and arrange the immortal sand.
He hadn’t expected that this guy Wu Sangui would give him no breathing space at all.
“Since you won’t speak, I’ll ask personally!”
Wu Sangui, having received no answer, completely lost patience. He extended his hand and grasped the void.
Boom!
Strands of black‑gas gathered, in a split second transforming into a sky‑covering hand. At its appearance, the surrounding vegetation withered at visible speed, becoming rotten mud.
Many of the corpse‑tide beasts on the ground had their special vitality rapidly drain away, entering decay; large swathes collapsed.
His hand made all things decline!
‘Superior‑Class Dharma Seed — Great Hand‑Seal of Decay!’
Wu Sangui, revived from historical mutation, mastered three abilities.
First was the spatial branch “Meritorious Deeds — Gate‑Barrier Dimension‑Passage”.
Second was that during the King Court’s reincarnation he unexpectedly gained the favour of one of the Mothers of Ten Wisdoms, the “Mother of Awe‑Fear”.
Mother of Awe‑Fear was an ancient deity incarnation recorded in the Tantric tradition and A‑three myth, the great one who presided over destruction.
She admired Wu Sangui’s facilitation of the Ming dynasty’s destruction, letting countless beings tread by war and march toward annihilation.
For mortals it was an overwhelming calamity.
But in the Mother of Awe‑Fear’s eyes, without notions of right or wrong, it was a necessary phase of life‑change.
The suffering endured by sentient beings was fate ordained.
By undergoing destruction one could welcome rebirth.
Thus she bestowed upon Wu Sangui the destruction‑branch — the Qi of Decay, a superior Dharma, and derived the corresponding Dharma‑Seed.
He elevated it continuously, even to influencing the decline of all things!
Even now it had the power to crush everything.
This was also a basis for Wu Sangui’s confidence that after betraying the King Court he could rise again.
“End it!”
Wu Sangui’s cold voice echoed the sky. The Great Hand‑Seal of Decay descended, aiming at Jiang Yan.
Capture the king first!
The corpse‑tide on the battlefield was not a problem for him, but if he mass‑killed them he feared the Underworld might absorb them.
So he chose to deal with Jiang Yan, to restore all to order!
‘Arrow of Tai Bai!’
Su Baitao manifested a golden bow, drew the string, the “Tai Bai Life‑Killing Dao‑Base” operated, streams of Geng‑metal‑Qi gathered, transforming into dozens of golden arrows whistling out — chasing stars and catching the moon, they struck the Great Hand‑Seal of Decay.
However at the moment of contact, even the most solid Geng‑metal‑Qi instantly decayed into flying ash!
Liang Yao, Zhou Xiaoxiao and the others also struck, but all to no avail!
Wu Sangui sneered: “In the face of absolute power, the struggle of the weak only pleases the strong!”
Boom!
The next second, that sculpture‑like spectacle suddenly stirred, as though a mountain topples.
The “Eight‑Headed Treasure‑Elephant Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva” suddenly opened its eyes; the light of the Ash Lamp gleamed in its body. It waved its arm, carried by a mighty dragon‑tiger aura roaring forth.
Like a silver river, like the Milky Way reversed. In an instant it tore apart the Great Hand‑Seal of Decay.
The Bodhisattva had an aspect of compassion, but also an angry eye, slaying demons!
This sudden strike hit Wu Sangui, instantly crushing the White‑Bone Throne. He had no time to react; some punches fell, directly making the huge corpse‑mountain elephant’s skull collapse inward.
Rumble!
Accompanied by mournful wails, the giant corpse‑mountain elephant and Wu Sangui were together slammed into the ground, raising a storm of dust.
Jiang Yan stood atop the Eight‑Headed Treasure‑Elephant Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, linked via his “Mind‑Ape Arm”, and gently said:
“Your strength was great, yet fragile.”