Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 510

In the case that a soul struggled, the necrocultivator would be left with a huge decrease in their cultivation, and worse, mentally injured!

Luckily, what Ling Fei worried about didn’t happen.

The white orbs reopened the moment the white candlelight of the mountain died down.

This represented a new life.

Currently, it was staring at the black mountain. It was no mountain, but the corpse of a gigantic black tiger. Grandiose was the only word to describe the corpse that looked no different from a black mountain range.

The tiger was now dead but still emitted formidable might, enough to leave the space twisted.

It was pure black in colour, looking like a black abyss that led to the other side of the world, seemingly using part of the night sky as its fur.

Nobody knew, but the Night Lion that caused widespread destruction in the South was just a gliphic beast with awakened genes from this pure black beast, the King of the Night – Night Tiger.

Even so, the black tiger was now a soulless corpse.

Siu Fu walked forward, patting the corpse gently, which then disappeared into thin air.

Siu Fu could identify the Divine Bracelet of Five Elements immediately because he similarly owned a storage space made of pentachromatic divine rock. As a tribe with history and assets accumulated from a thousand years, it was more than natural that they would own such an expensive treasure.

Night Tiger was currently experiencing its new half-solid form. Of course, it felt better with a solid body, but eventually, it was freed from the power of the Buddhist chant that had trapped it for the past thousand years. Night Tiger figured out that it was able to move freely as long as it stayed within a certain radius of the human.

Siu Fu smiled gently as he watched Night Tiger get used to its new lifestyle.

He waved his hands as if he was summoning something that always belonged to him.

An Iron Lotus Flower fell into Siu Fu’s hands. It was the treasure of the Thousand Leaves Sect, a paramount sacred item of the Buddhist sect. Even Ka Yi didn’t expect Night Tiger to turn it into an ominous item successfully after feeding it with negative energy for the past thousand years.

No zen could be felt from the Iron Lotus Flower as black smoke could be seen radiating from it. Currently, the Iron Lotus Flower seemed to be made of obsidian.

After a thousand years, this treasure belonged to Night Tiger, and now that Night Tiger was dead and became Siu Fu’s corpse soul, the treasure naturally belonged to Siu Fu. He looked down at it and mumbled. “From today onwards, you’ll be called Lifeless.”

The Iron Lotus Flower covered the sky and the sun, leaving the world dim and lifeless. The Iron Lotus Flower let out a buzz, turning the sky completely dark with Ling Fei and Siu Fu in it.

When they reopened their eyes, they were now in the desert.

“Go get used to this freedom.” Siu Fu took a glance at Night Tiger.

“Don’t order me around, kid.” Night Tiger glared at Siu Fu coldly. With that, the shadow disappeared at lightning speed, too rapid for even Ling Fei to capture!

“Let’s go,” Siu Fu said calmly. Ling Fei’s mouth opened slightly, hesitating to say something.

In the end, he only shook his head without a word.

Siu Fu looked across the desert into the distance. It was as if he could see a golden shadow  shining in the dark.

Indeed my opportunity…

Without Chui Yim, Siu Fu never would have been able to convince an ancient beast to become his corpse soul, nor would he obtain the great ominous treasure Lifeless. If Chui Yim wasn’t the one to obtain the unnamed fire bead but someone else, Siu Fu would have died if the other failed Ka Yi’s last test and Ka Yi’s spirit had to battle with Night Tiger.

Why was that so? Because Siu Fu knew that Chui Yim deliberately avoided him when he landed his deadly attack. He also remembered how Chui Yim trusted him enough to let him guard his back…

He did not know when they would meet again, but Siu Fu cultivated his tribe’s secret style, Night Lunar Star Gazing, so he knew that he and Chui Yim were connected by fate and would meet again someday.

“Chui Yim…?” Siu Fu mumbled to himself. With that, the night swallowed him and Ling Fei, leaving no trace behind, just like the thousand year old Red Rampart that disappeared silently.