History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 126 : The Earthcrafter Crosses the Nether, Fiend Deity Turns to Spine

Chapter 126: The Earthcrafter Crosses the Nether, Fiend Deity Turns to Spine
"Roar!"
The Tide-Calming Sea King roared in anger upon hearing the words. Silver armor flared with streaks of Dragon-Tiger Qi, enhancing his power to the utmost as he tried to resist the boot stepping on him.
But no matter how hard he struggled, it didn’t budge.
As though it wasn’t the Silver Bright King pressing down on him, but a mountain.
Sss sss sss!
So he tried a different tactic. Waves surged around him, transforming into giant venomous serpents baring their fangs, lunging toward the Silver Bright King.
Chi chi chi!
Yet the moment they touched the Vajravārāhī Tummo light on his surface, the waters boiled, evaporated, and the snake heads shattered. Billowing steam filled the air, turning the entire Law Domain into a thick fog.
It became a massive steamer.
"So hot!"
Fortunately, there were few ordinary people present, so no one was burned.
Secretary Yao's black stockings, originally worn to shape her legs, were now soaked through and clinging to her skin. After sweating profusely, the moisture quickly baked dry, making her entire body sticky. Even breathing felt scorching hot and uncomfortable.
Yet she remained composed. She took off her fogged-up glasses, flung her hair back from her face, and calmly commanded:
"Everyone step back a bit. Remember to take those prisoners with you. Don’t let them die—without them, there’s no evidence."
Decisive and clear-headed, she was the embodiment of "can’t help, at least don’t hold back."
Upon hearing this, the others quickly moved away from the Silver Bright King shrouded in mist.
Golden light radiated like a lighthouse, dazzling and bright!
The criminal suspects were moved to tears. Thankfully, it was the official authorities who had caught them—any other faction would've ditched them already.
As for Zhao Yinman, she tilted her head, feeling fine.
Not hot at all, even a bit refreshing.
"Roar!"
The Tide-Calming Sea King seized the moment and tried to overturn the Bright King’s foot, but failed.
Suddenly, the Silver Bright King lifted his foot and, before the statue of the Sea King could react, stomped again.
Dragon-Tiger Qi intertwined, forming suppressive patterns under his foot.
Bright King's World-Suppressing Seal.
A footprint was also a seal!
Boom!
With a thunderous bang, splinters and coral fragments flew as the Tide-Calming Sea King was nailed into the ship’s body like a nail.
Crack crack crack!
The entire treasure ship suffered a direct impact at its center, nearly folding in half, but it held firm and didn’t break.
Jiang Yan praised, "As the old saying goes, even a rotten ship has three-inch nails."
You Haisheng was in disbelief. "Why aren’t you being suppressed by the Law Domain?"
Under the Ancient Talisman level, one should be weakened by a Law Domain.
So why wasn’t Jiang Yan affected at all?
He was even stronger?
"If you hadn’t told me this was a Law Domain, I would've thought it was a sightseeing boat."
Jiang Yan chuckled lightly and said, "Maybe it’s just too small. I don’t feel anything."
The Law Domains he’d encountered recently were all massive.
Not to mention Real Person Qiu Bai’s 『Rivers and Mountains Like a Painting』, or Xiang Nu’s 『Unceasing Banquet』, even Wu Sangui’s 『Nation of Decay』 was far more majestic than this.
So tiny—truly unimpressive.
But a Law Domain was formed from one’s Law Seed, mind, will, and potential.
It reflected the size of one's ambition.
Wang Zhi only wanted to carve out a corner of land, accept a government title, live aboard his treasure ship, and enjoy riches.
Not become a sea-eye that devoured all.
It was a personal choice—not right or wrong.
But in this world, the weak were just rations and toys for the strong.
No struggle?
Then prepare for a fate worse than death!
Hence, even though this statue was refined from Wang Zhi’s soul, the calamity energy it exuded was pitifully scarce.
The boon it gave Jiang Yan was negligible.
『But the main reason was that it was counteracted by the Law Domain 【Decaying Dynasty】. Even without being activated, its essence far exceeded that of the 【Tide-Five Peaks Treasure Ship】.』
This thought crossed Jiang Yan’s mind as he turned to You Haisheng and continued:
"Go on about the World-Crossing Treasure Raft ritual. How do we cancel it, and what other means does this bigshot have?"
"It can’t be canceled! Do you think that bigshot would leave a way to counter it for us?!"
You Haisheng clenched his teeth. "He had long foreseen possible accidents. Once the statue’s coordinates are activated, it sails to the Edge of the Old Days, summons the World-Crossing Treasure Raft, and once merged, will erase all who know the truth."
Only then did everyone realize that beyond the towering waves floated Historical Dust—they had entered the Historical Long River.
Secretary Yao said gravely, "Commander, break the Law Domain now and notify headquarters for backup!"
The psychic fluctuation should’ve caught Hangzhou Sub-Bureau’s attention, but this was the Historical Long River—vast and boundless…
If this complete Ancient Talisman revived, a single slap could annihilate them all.
Headquarters wouldn’t make it in time.
"Give it up!"
You Haisheng laughed maniacally. "Do you really think a statue condensed from an Ancient Talisman’s soul only has this much power?"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As he spoke, dozens of flesh-woven tentacles burst from the broken ship and quickly entwined it. The once-massive bow split open, shedding splinters.
From within emerged a half-bodied humanoid made of raw flesh without skin, lacking facial features. Only a Silver Palm Print gleamed, and his jaw split open like an abyssal maw, emitting a roar.
His body was tethered to the ship by countless blood threads, fusing with the Law Domain and becoming a colossal ship-giant.
On the decaying blessing-ship hull, twisted faces surfaced, howling as they flew out, wrapped in poisonous black water, howling to engulf the Silver Bright King.
"So it’s a Nether-Wading Ship Puppet, born of the Earthcrafter’s Nether-Wading Treasure Ship Method. That means it follows the Foundation Path of Earthcrafter Nether-Wading born of Gui Water and Yi Wood."
Jiang Yan, keen on knowing the enemy, had recently studied much about unorthodox magic.
Legend had it that sea dwellers believed ships made from ancient wood bore the spirit of the land and vegetation.
Hence, once crafted into ships, they brimmed with greater vitality. In the Fujian-Zhejiang region, sailors often sacrificed chickens for protection.
A simple, heartfelt tradition.
In the Transcendent world, ship spirits were real—they could face storms head-on, cross turbulent seas as if walking on land, and wield many mystical powers.
But their birth was extremely rare.
Either made from top-grade spiritual wood—
Or vessels that crossed oceans over generations, accumulating spirit. Less like monsters, more like elves.
The Earthcrafter School was a Mechanism Dao branch, known for crafting treasure ships and puppets.
In the past, a genius emerged.
He admired the ship spirit’s ability to cross storms and took another path—trying to fuse them with himself, becoming a half-man, half-ship mechanical being, to cross the River of Nether and all tribulations, seeking eternal life.
A noble idea—but he failed, vanishing after entering the Nether.
His successors found nurturing ship spirits too hard and time-consuming, so they changed the plan to a revised version of the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner—the Ten-Thousand Souls Ship.
By devouring drowned sailors’ souls, they let myriad spirits power their voyages. When one batch died, another took its place, ensuring the hull remained intact.
In a way, it was practicing the paradox of Theseus’s Ship.
As a former Pirate King, Wang Zhi naturally found a ship spirit.
But whether it was his choice to walk the Earthcrafter path…
Or if the Silver Dynasty’s bigshot refined him into a treasure ship for crossing the Historical Long River…
Chi chi chi!
As he pondered, the moment the ghosts neared, the Silver Bright King formed the Vajravārāhī Seal, unleashing ten thousand golden rays, purifying hundreds of vengeful spirits into smoke.
Golden Light Universal Salvation!
The Vajravārāhī Seal was orthodox Buddhist Dharma, expert in slaying monsters and demons.
If not for Vajravārāhī cavalry smearing themselves in special flame oil and tempering their Tummo within, they would’ve been wiped out the moment they were summoned.
Now, instead, by combining the characteristics of the Corpse-Dissolution Court and adapting to the circumstances, a unique path of Corpse-Dissolution Buddhism had emerged.
Dong!
The Bright King suddenly took a step forward, brilliance shining, advancing with every step, shattering evil spirits—like a Buddha who offered salvation to the world and slew wicked demons.
“Vajravārāhī... Silver Dragon-Tiger Qi... The nauseating auras on your body are truly numerous.”
A deep voice echoed out. The half-bodied man at the bow of the ship raised his head, and from his once sunken face, countless soul heads drilled out, densely packed. They struggled continuously, but were ultimately forcibly fixed in place, forming compound eyes like those of an insect.
From afar, it looked like a bizarre Netherworld ship-insect, parasitic within.
Jiang Yan asked, “Wang Zhi?”
“In fact, my real name is Zeng Wufeng. It’s just a pity that the world only remembers the name 『Wang Zhi』. Still, I don’t mind being called that.” Wang Zhi replied hoarsely.
Jiang Yan remarked, “Seems that great figure was quite merciful, didn’t even wipe your mind clean.”
Wang Zhi laughed at himself: “Then you’re mistaken. He merely thought I still had value and gave me a chance—to become the artifact spirit of the treasure ship.”
“So, you’re rebelling?”
Wang Zhi let out a long sigh: “You’ve never seen him, so you can say such naive words. No one can rebel against him.”
“I only want to save my son. With this broken body of mine, I want to do one last thing—send him to the real world. That was the condition he agreed to.”
Though he had no facial features, Jiang Yan could sense his deep-rooted fear.
Jiang Yan curiously asked, “To make an Ancient Talisman user like you this terrified, just who is he?”
“The more you know, the more your courage is eroded, the more karmic entanglements are born.”
Wang Zhi shook his head and calmly said, “Besides, the dead don’t need so many questions.”
“Roar!”
At that moment, his back split open, and from within, a massive serpent formed of pitch-black venom emerged—twenty meters long, five to six meters wide.
“Hiss hiss!”
It flicked its tongue, baring a blood-red maw, biting toward the Silver Bright King. Wherever it passed, the black fluid on its body dripped down, corroding the deck into a toxic swamp.
Fortunately, the others had already retreated to the edge of the deck. Only one unlucky member of the Ou Tide Secret Society was touched and instantly dissolved into pus.
You Haisheng was forced by the Heart Monkey Technique to continue explaining:
“Wang Zhi’s ascension to the Ancient Talisman level was not just due to his merits in life, but also because that great figure bestowed upon him a weak-grade bloodline said to be descended from the ancient malevolent god—the Poison Xiangliu. It became his spine. Even a single trace of it can poison and kill all life in a range of hundreds of miles!”
Buzz!
The Silver Bright King, seeing this, extended his hand to grasp at the air. A Sanskrit Sword appeared in his grip, Vajra runes flashing, bathed in Buddha’s radiance.
Just as he was about to move, he found himself frozen—beneath his feet, the wooden planks had turned into pitch-black, withered arms that clung tightly to him.
Earthcrafter’s Nether-Wading Method—Ten-Thousand Ghosts Quagmire!
Even burned by golden light, these souls refused to let go, instead rushing forth one after another—for something more terrifying than death awaited them.
They...
Or rather, the entire Law Domain, had transformed into a trap that bound the Silver Bright King’s limbs.
“Celestial Master’s Talisman Array.”
Zhao Yinman made her move, sending talismans exploding through the sky. But midway through, they were suppressed by the Law Domain and burst apart in the air.
Her expression unchanged, she waved her sleeve. A multitude of Lawbreaker Talismans rose—yet, contaminated by the venom, they turned to ash and fell.
After all, venom wasn’t a spell.
At that moment, the tips of Zhao Yinman’s crimson hair shimmered with a silver radiance, instantly transforming into flowing silver locks.
They were a double-bound pair—naturally they would share blessings and hardships, advance and retreat together!
Since they came together, they must return together!
Boom!
The Dragon-Tiger Qi of Lawbreaker surged, but was blocked by a massive flag.
The flag waved, transforming into five mountain peaks, blocking her path.
“If you want to save them, break through my Five Peaks Banner first!”
Wang Zhi’s indifferent voice rang out. Everything on the ship was his artifact, at his command.
This was the true meaning of the Earthcrafter School—
To refine oneself into the strongest treasure!
Roar!
At the same time, the poisonous Xiangliu descendant seized the opportunity and swallowed both the Silver Bright King and Jiang Yan whole. Its venom corroded a large portion of the ship, instantly reducing it to nothingness.
“It’s over!”
At that moment, Secretary Yao and the others looked on in despair—there was truly no time left.
Zhao Yinman, while resisting the Five Peaks Banner, earnestly explained:
“It’s not over. Trust him.”
But they’d already been swallowed—on top of the venom. It was a death sentence.
Everyone took it as comfort words, returning only bitter smiles.
Wang Zhi was also growing impatient. He simply removed the suppression on You Haisheng and let him restrain Zhao Yinman.
He, on the other hand, continued the ritual—mysterious patterns unfolded, forming a thorn-wrapped silver sun emblem, dazzling and radiant.
Like a lighthouse at sea, its brilliance shone, guiding the way.
Before long, from the depths of the Tributary of the Historical Long River, a silver treasure raft slowly emerged—Silver Dragon-Tiger Qi coiled around it, flesh formed its body, and a silver lamp swayed to guide its course.
It rose up from the depths of the Historical Long River.
Gradually approaching the Edge of the Old Days.
“Success!”
You Haisheng’s eyes lit up with joy.
“Ao’er, wait for your father!”
Wang Zhi’s eyes glinted with hidden excitement. Just as he was about to recall the Poison Xiangliu—
He realized...
It wasn’t obeying.
No, it was being held down by something terrifying—unable to move!
Inside its belly, something horrifying seemed to be taking form.
Could it be...
Bang!
In the next second, the Poison Xiangliu’s body was torn apart—venom splattered everywhere. A pair of massive wings of light unfolded from within, blazing radiance dazzling the eyes.
The temperature soared sharply, scorching the venom, igniting the wooden boards into a sea of fire.
Within that sea of flames, a figure like a demon-god emerged from the Poison Xiangliu’s belly, glowing brilliantly like a sun flickering between light and dark.
A deep voice echoed within the Law Domain:
“Finally, hooked a big fish.”
“You two little grasshoppers jumped around long enough—watching you made me hungry.”