Chapter 2649 - 2648: Soul Transplantation, Newly Emerged Creature

"Of course I can sense it, as long as it hasn't turned into powder drifting in the air.

All things in existence, regardless of life or death, all have genes in them."

Zhou Yanjun explained.

"It's just that the genes of the living are active.

While the genes of the dead lose all traits, just like a corpse."

At Zhou Yanjun's explanation, Qingsong Daoist and the others actually let out a breath of relief.

They all asked along the Way of Inquiry: "If there's a Genetic Lock, then maybe it's just someone who failed in Cultivation and died in the end.

There shouldn't be anything strange at work."

Just as the branches condensed by Qingsong Daoist touched the skeleton, the branches coiled around once and wrapped the skeleton up.

During this process, nothing abnormal happened.

Then the branches began to contract, wrapping the skeleton up bit by bit.

As they watched the skeleton slowly draw closer, everyone could see more clearly.

The faint halo on the skeleton turned out not to be something the bones themselves produced.

It was a gemstone embedded in the skeleton's brow.

The gem was an entire triangle, like an eye, set into the bone.

If they hadn't been this close, and if the light hadn't been blocking it, it would've been impossible to see clearly.

"Not good, the Genetic Lock inside is unstable."

Zhou Yanjun barked out.

He was the first to retreat a few steps, shouting at the same time.

"Everyone fall back, don't cluster together."

The instant he spoke, the skeleton suddenly changed.

The light on it flared into a dazzling brilliance.

It almost completely enveloped Qingsong Daoist.

While Qiu Baiyin and Xu Zimei off to the side were the fastest to retreat.

Because the two of them had already been on guard.

As for You Jin and the Two-headed Bear, the two were a step slower, and their arms were shrouded by the light.

But the two of them also understood how deadly this was.

When it's time to cut, you cut; if you don't, everything falls into chaos.

So the two directly chopped off their own arms, then quickly pulled back, barely avoiding being corroded by the light.

Qingsong Daoist, caught within the radiance, at this point had no way to retreat.

Because his entire body was bathed in the light.

His whole figure looked full of divinity.

Like some mighty expert bursting with momentum.

The aura around him felt like it didn't belong to him.

At the instant the light enveloped him, Qingsong Daoist was actually terrified.

He was afraid of dying too!

He'd already prepared himself as if facing a great enemy.

But once the radiance descended, Qingsong Daoist discovered that nothing seemed to happen for a long while.

As if the light had no harm at all.

He turned to look at the others.

And laughed: "You're too tense, I think you've been scared out of your wits."

"Look at me, I'm fine, aren't I?"

No one spoke; they all just stared at him.

Nobody knew if something would change in the very next moment.

Seeing the way they looked, Qingsong Daoist didn't mind.

He turned his gaze to the triangular gem at the skeleton's brow.

He said, "Everyone, I'm going to enjoy this treasure all by myself.

You lot didn't do any work, so I'm not sharing it."

They watched as Qingsong Daoist braced his right hand against the skull and forcibly pried the gem out.

The instant the gem came free, it turned into a stream of light and surged straight into Qingsong Daoist's body.

Nourishing without a sound, it seemed eerily harmonious.

"You okay?" Qiu Baiyin asked.

"Nothing wrong, I just feel like there's a force in my body now," Qingsong Daoist said calmly.

"I feel my power is getting stronger and stronger, my body hotter and hotter."

"Could… could this be some kind of inheritance?"

Then, they watched as Qingsong Daoist's aura grew more and more intense.

A bitter gale whipped up all around.

Like a dragon-tornado sandstorm exploding, swallowing heaven and earth in a field of blinding white.

"Rumble, rumble."

Across the entire Chaotic Burial Mound, countless dead leaves were swept up with the storm.

After that, countless mounds were leveled flat.

And that wasn't the end of it.

Qingsong Daoist seemed to have lost himself in this instant surge of power.

He started laughing madly.

"I'm invincible, I'm invincible!"

But as he laughed and laughed, everyone's expressions subtly shifted.

Because within Qingsong Daoist's laughter, there were actually two different voices.

One was his own.

The other was a very magnetic yet unfamiliar voice.

As if two different voices were radiating out from Qingsong Daoist.

"I'm invincible."

Qingsong Daoist shouted.

And the other voice in his body shouted at the same time.

"I'm out, I'm out."

That voice was so loud it faintly drowned out Qingsong Daoist's original voice.

This instantly snapped the lost Qingsong Daoist back to awareness.

His face changed drastically, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Just now—just now who was talking?"

He looked to Xu Zimei and the others for help.

"It was me talking," the other voice inside him answered.

"Y–you… who are you, why are you inside my body?" Qingsong Daoist stammered.

At this point, all the swagger from earlier had completely vanished.

"Yeah, who am I, and who are you—this is clearly my body," that voice shouted.

Then they saw Qingsong Daoist screaming in pain.

Inside him, it was as if two different consciousnesses were waging war, fighting for control of this body.

"The Soul Transplantation art!"

Zhou Yanjun saw this and frowned slightly.

"Soul Seizure?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Not Soul Seizure. Soul Seizure means using your own consciousness to kill the other's consciousness and seize a body.

But the Soul Transplantation art allows two Souls to fuse perfectly."

"It's the Soul Sect's sect-guarding art."

"It's said that cultivating this art doesn't just let you devour others' Souls, you can also plunder all their talents, memories, and genes.

Far more domineering than Soul Seizure."

Zhou Yanjun went on explaining.

"This art actually meshes well with your New Universe's Cultivation System.

It's just that in the Old Universe, it runs counter to common doctrine."

"Because people of the Old Universe value the flesh and genes."

"While cultivating this art focuses only on the Soul, looting others' bodies; the cultivator's own Soul never has a fixed body."

As Zhou Yanjun spoke, Qingsong Daoist's resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Until finally, it was as if all signs of life vanished.

When he opened his eyes again.

There was a hint of unfamiliarity in his gaze, along with the feeling of vicissitudes of the ages.

"Wh… where is this?"

"Who are you people?"

Faced with this uninvited guest who had taken Qingsong Daoist's body, they all frowned slightly.

Clearly, this person looked both lucid and somewhat deranged.

Qiu Baiyin probed with a question.

"Do you still know who you are?"

Qingsong Daoist lightly shook his head.

He forced himself to think, and then suddenly, as if he remembered something.

His eyes abruptly turned blood-red.

"Die, you all have to die."

"You are the source of all calamity."

"If I kill you, the world will be at peace."