Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Thousands of zombies' souls were swept into it.

On the road to the underworld, in the River of Forgetfulness.

Shadows of zombies' souls filled everywhere.

In the river, they were densely arranged, like tadpole eggs spread throughout the river.

Under the surging waves, their figures intertwined, grotesque and terrifying.

A new power kept breeding inside Wu Ping.

A sense of swelling pain kept surging out from within.

Wu Ping knew that this was to break through the realm of the Spirit Palace.

But it was not the time yet. He still had to follow the three-in-one path, although it was difficult, he had to give it a try.

"Stop for me!"

With a furious shout, the Demonic Tree in his sea of consciousness shook, and countless golden lights burst out instantly.

Leaves bloomed one after another, constantly releasing golden lights that shone all over Wu Ping's body.

The sound of rumbling kept echoing inside his body.

The originally roughly outlined Forgetfulness River and Yellow Springs Slaughter Immortal Formation began to be attached by the golden lights of merit.

Gradually, it merged with the Soul Sea that suppressed a hundred thousand souls.

The waves rolled.

The water in the River of Forgetfulness gradually poured into the sea of consciousness.

Gradually harmonizing perfectly, Wu Ping felt a strong suction force from within.

His physical body instantly shrank.

Wu Ping didn't dare to delay.

One after another, storage bags and storage rings were opened by him, and millions of spirit stones were thrown out and absorbed instantly.

Vast and pure spiritual energy instantly poured into Wu Ping's Soul Sea.

Looking at the Soul Sea and the River of Forgetfulness, they unexpectedly merged perfectly, and Wu Ping's Soul Sea became the source of the Forgetfulness River and Yellow Springs Slaughter Immortal Formation in his body.

Thousands of souls kept shuttling through it.

The pure spiritual energy was transformed into a terrifying reserve of spiritual power.

Feeling it, Wu Ping looked up, and countless golden lights fell from the sky, covering him completely.

The Demonic Tree in the sea of knowledge greedily absorbs merit. With the absorption of merit, golden leaves unfold one after another, like a blooming garden of flowers.

With the incorporation of merit into his body, Wu Ping's imminent breakthrough has become stable.

He knows that the seed of his success has been planted!

As long as he can restrain the momentum of his breakthrough and supplement the other two methods, he will achieve a triple breakthrough in the Spirit Palace!

Then, Wu Ping will become the first spiritual official like no other in history!

His success is unparalleled.

Because no one else has so much merit support.

The spiritual power in his body has skyrocketed in both quality and quantity.

He raises his hand.

The corpses of the dead zombies on the ground begin to float.

Thousands of zombie corpses converge in the air, forming a black river that rushes towards the dead city next to the base. Since it is not Wu Ping's territory, he doesn't have to worry about others taking advantage of these zombie corpses.

Boom!!!

The river of zombies rushes down.

Countless buildings in the dead city are instantly shattered and collapsed.

This area has become a mass grave for zombies.

There is even a huge mountain of corpses, after all, there are millions of zombie corpses.

The commotion caused attracts countless onlookers.

Wu Ping's voice resounds in the ears of Cao Ke and the other two women.

"Send someone immediately to collect the crystal cores from the zombie corpses. All the high-level crystal cores should be transported to the foot of the corpse mountain."

After speaking, Wu Ping leaps up and instantly arrives at the top of the corpse mountain, sitting cross-legged.

He continuously operates the Funeral Ceremony of the Corpse Buddha.

The Bahuai slips off his body.

It flies down and immediately reveals its tens of thousands of meters tall true form, perching on top of the corpse mountain, howling towards the sky.

It is here to protect Wu Ping.

Looking again at the top of the corpse mountain.

Not only the corpse mountain, but even the resentment of the corpses scattered throughout the entire city has been attracted over.

Gathering in the sky, forming vast gray calamitous clouds.

Continuously absorbed by Wu Ping.

Multitasking, which may be difficult for others.

But for Wu Ping, he can even multitask three or four things, after all, he has swallowed so many souls. Almost all of his cultivation levels have the participation of souls. How could his soul power not be strong?

So he practiced the Funeral Nine Kowtows of the Corpse Buddha while absorbing the power of the zombie crystal nucleus, cultivating the second method of the Spirit Palace.

One day, ten days, hundreds of days passed.

The thousands of zhang tall shadow of the Corpse Buddha behind Wu Ping soared into the sky.

Wrapped in tattered blood-stained kasaya.

Half of the body is fresh and rotten flesh, half is a pale skeleton.

The white bone left hand pinches a precious seal, placed under the chest.

The rotten right hand holds a human bone vajra high above the head.

The half of the face with flesh still has a sinister smile.

Surrounded by faint light, with flying runes.

Sounds of sorrow and joy, played by the heavens, very eerie, can be heard: Namo, Hela Dena, Dora Yeya, Namo, Aliye...

As for Wu Ping's body.

Above the Soul Sea.

A ten thousand zhang tall palace is built, magnificent and divine.

But there are eerie ghost shadows within, and the entire building is enveloped in black gas, appearing somewhat contradictory and eerie.

It's like two different things forcibly brought together, but the result is still harmoniously perfect.

This is the Spirit Palace built by Wu Ping using the Forgotten River Styx Immortal Slaughter Formation as the foundation and countless zombie crystal nuclei as bricks.

Now only the roof is left to be built.

Consciousness returns to the physical body.

Wu Ping suddenly opens his eyes.

The shadow of the Corpse Buddha behind him dissipates.

Pointing to the sky, under the cloudless sky.

A voice resounds through the heavens: "I, Wu Ping, hereby make a grand vow. I sincerely invite the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao to listen. I will surely stabilize this world, control humans, zombies, mutant beasts, and even the balance and stability of the countless races in this world. If I violate this oath, I will have no hope of becoming an immortal!"

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Above the sky, the sound of a grand bell rings nine times.

A radiant light descends once again.

A golden ribbon comes from the rootless sky and ties itself around Wu Ping's finger.

In the next moment,

In his sea of consciousness,

Clusters of golden clouds gather out of thin air, forming a golden canopy that covers the Spirit Palace.

At this moment, the Spirit Palace is complete!

After many days of effort, a few blossoms have finally bloomed.

The demonic body of the Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon, accumulated over these many days, breaks through several realms in an instant as Wu Ping's cultivation level advances.

The current level is five, which means that with a single move, it is equivalent to five Wu Pings attacking at the same time, and it also means that he has gained five extra resurrection coins.

Accumulation, it's all about accumulation!

As Wu Ping enters a new realm, the Demonic Tree also grows in size. The corpses piled around it are instantly drained of their essence.

The size of the Demonic Tree instantly reaches thousands of meters.

This is a virtuous cycle.

The combination of cultivation techniques is like an ecosystem.

An infinite loop.

"Ba Hui."

With Wu Ping's call,

Ba Hui flies to the top of the corpse mountain.

Its small body keeps rubbing against his neck and face.

"So obedient."

He pats its head.

With Ba Hui, he flies down from the corpse mountain.

Wu Ping finds the three women and spends another day with them.

He instructs them to handle the zombie corpses and leave some crystal cores for themselves. Afterwards, Wu Ping returns to the Immortal Cultivation World.

Hundreds of days have passed in the apocalypse world, but only a few dozen days have passed in the Immortal Cultivation World.

When he returned, Juxian City had already changed its appearance.

Wu Ping didn't rush back to see Lin Wanli and the others.

Instead, he walked around Juxian City first.

He wanted to see what kind of state Juxian City had become after he released the two thousand-word mad dogs.

It must be said that compared to before, Juxian City was much less chaotic and had a sense of order.

Everything seemed to have entered a good operating mode.

Wu Ping was also happy in his heart. At least he didn't have to worry about Juxian City anymore. Even if he became a hands-off shopkeeper for a while, it would be fine.

This way, he could devote himself more fully to the Western Region.

He was determined to obtain the Ghost Fire of the Earth Treasury, not only for the cultivation of the Fire Virtue True Body, but also to see the difference between the Earth Treasury in the Immortal Cultivation World and the Earth Treasury in the Doomsday World.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard someone next to him discussing, "Father, didn't you say before that this demonic country Juxian City was very chaotic, and there were even robberies and looting everywhere? You said we would never come to Juxian City to do business again."

"Why is what we see this time different from what father said?"

The middle-aged man touched his daughter's head and said softly, "That's because Juxian City is now under new management. The previous people didn't manage it well, so father didn't want to come."

"Is it managed well now?"

The little girl widened her eyes and asked.

"Of course, Juxian City is now famous for its strict laws. Anyone can violate the laws of Juxian City and engage in reckless looting and fighting. If cultivators want to fight, the adults from the Punishment Hall will send them to the Execution Platform."

"If anyone fights in Juxian City without authorization, they will be arrested and thrown into the Punishment Hall's prison."

"Now everything is better. Father naturally wants to come back and do business. When you grow up a little more, father will send you to school to become a cultivator. How about joining the Holy Sect?"

The little girl nodded heavily. "Okay!"

"But father, they say girls can't go to school, right?"

"In other places, that may be the case, but in Juxian City, it's allowed. Look at that patrol immortal sister over there. She patrols while reading. Wudao said, 'Learn as long as you live.'"

"The knowledge in books doesn't care whether you're a boy or a girl, as long as you're willing to learn."

The little girl indeed looked over.

She saw the female cultivator from the Punishment Hall patrolling and discussing with two other cultivators from the Punishment Hall while holding books in their hands.

Finally, he waved goodbye.

The little girl was somewhat incredulous: "Father, is this really the Magic Kingdom? These brothers and sisters all seem so friendly, and they study well."

The man was somewhat proud: "Of course, this is the Magic Kingdom. Who says that magic cultivators can't study? They are all studying the profound sayings of Master Wu, 'When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher.' They learn from each other and grow together. Although they seem friendly, that's only towards their own people. If it were outsiders, it wouldn't be the same."

The little girl's eyes widened.

Someone nearby chimed in: "Brother, I love hearing what you're saying. I'm also a local here in the Refusal Immortal City. In the past, those adults, although they managed things, they didn't manage as well as Master Wu. In the past, those adults from the Punishment Hall used to bully us."

"Now, these Punishment Masters with the 'Wu' character flag don't bully us. They only bully those from the big families."

"That's right, I even saw a Punishment Master with the 'Wu' character flag last time. He arrested a member of a big family and threw him into the prison. That person was really bad, bad to the core."

"Now our days in the Refusal Immortal City are better. The major families don't oppress us anymore. Occasionally, if there are some issues, they don't dare to be too harsh. Alright, I have to go work now. I heard that the northern mines are going to be exploited and they're hiring."

"Hahaha, even the Immortal City isn't as good as our Magic Kingdom!"

"Of course, the Immortal City is always asking this and that, back and forth. Our Magic Kingdom's adults don't bother with all that. As long as you dare to cause trouble, they'll take out their swords and cut you down, or smash your head with a hammer."

"And they don't care whose sky is above the Refusal Immortal City or whose land they're stepping on!"

"Of course, it belongs to Master Wu!"

"Hahaha..."

The surrounding discussions completely confused Wu Ping.

Something was off.

Very off.

Why did this Magic Kingdom's Refusal Immortal City, in their mouths, seem better than the Immortal City?

And Wu Ping could also feel that indeed, there was a larger flow of people in the Refusal Immortal City.

It was even more apparent in the port area, where there were many more merchant ships coming and going.

In his heart, he was happy about these changes.

If the Refusal Immortal City developed well, he would have more opportunities to profit.

As for why the Punishment Masters with the 'Wu' character flag didn't have any ideas about ordinary cultivators?

That was because Wu Ping had said that these people were extremely poor, so why bother causing trouble for them?

You should keep an eye on the wealthy families instead.

And now, there was this situation.

Returning to the Punishment Hall.

Passing disciples of the punishment sect warmly greeted Wu Ping.

He responded, after all, one's spirits are lifted when encountering happy events.

Moreover, the points contributed by the two thousand disciples below and the share of the extra income from this period have been received.

All sorts of things have fallen into his hands, totaling over a hundred thousand points.

Coincidentally, the spiritual stones in Wu Ping's hands have all been spent in the zombie world.

He used most of them himself, leaving a few tens of millions for the Demonic Tree.

Now, one could describe Wu Ping as penniless.

But now it's good, he can go and exchange for some spiritual stones or something to put in his storage ring.

No need to worry about not having spiritual stones in the future.

Just as he sat down.

A maid brought tea.

Wu Ping only then noticed that all the maids in the punishment hall had been replaced with more attractive ones.

Although there wasn't much difference.

But it was pleasing to the eye.

Lin Wanli walked over.

His face looked a bit tired.

Wu Ping had really worn him out this past month.

Fortunately, there was Wu Qi, Tie Chousheng, and other promoted captains helping out.

Otherwise, even a Dragon Gate cultivator would have a headache.

"When it was busy, you didn't come back, now that it's not busy, you're back."

Lin Wanli snatched the tea that Wu Ping hadn't drunk yet and sat down next to him, drinking it himself.

"You've worked hard, my Deputy Chief Lin, you've worked hard. How about this, tonight at the Immortal Ascension Tower, I'll treat you, how does that sound?"

Lin Wanli smiled and put down the teacup. "Is it you treating? If you go there, will they still dare to ask for money?"

"Worked hard?"

He shook his head again. "Not really, I'm just unlucky, oh~"

Wu Ping couldn't hold back a bit.

"Alright, alright, call me 'Brother Wanli', okay?"

"Hey! Don't say that, I love hearing it. If you say it like that, I won't feel unlucky anymore."

Lin Wanli was finally satisfied.

"Did you make another breakthrough this month?"

Wu Ping nodded, "Just a small breakthrough."

"You're pretending to be modest."

Lin Wanli rolled his eyes, "You're like a monster. Everyone says I'm a genius, but compared to you, how can I be considered a genius?"

Wu Ping said, "It's like this, you'll understand when you reach my level."

"So, I have to live backwards?"

"It's not impossible."

"Wu Ping, why don't you just die outside? Don't come back, it's annoying."

Although Lin Wanli had a deadpan face when they first met, even his smile was unattractive.

But as they got to know each other more, Wu Ping discovered that this person could still crack a few jokes.

Perhaps his upbringing shaped his overall character.

As a demonic cultivator, he either had a sinister laugh or a deadpan face, basically fitting the stereotype.

"When are you going to the Western Region?"

Wu Ping replied, "I'll go after picking up the mission there tomorrow. I took a look at the Refusal Immortal City today, it's developing well, so I don't have to worry much. It's actually you who needs to put in effort."

Lin Wanli said, "Putting in effort is fine. I need to cultivate my sword anyway, so it's good to have some peace and quiet. But are you in such a hurry? Leaving tomorrow without staying a few more days? Experience the completely new Refusal Immortal City?"

"You don't understand. This is called being efficient and not procrastinating. If there's something I can do today, I absolutely won't delay it until tomorrow. As they say, 'Tomorrow and tomorrow, there will be so many tomorrows.'"

In the next moment, Lin Wanli took out a notebook.

Nodding, he said, "Hmm, makes sense. One sentence from you is worth ten years of reading."

Wu Ping looked at Lin Wanli, who also took out a notebook, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Are you serious?"

It was too hot yesterday, and my computer overheated, so I missed a chapter. I'm sorry, everyone...