Chapter 116: Ninth-Rank Puppet!
“BOOM!”
As everyone's voices rang through the heavens.
In the depths of his being, Lu Qingyang seemed to sense a vast and majestic intent.
A wondrous connection surged through his mind in an instant.
“Hm?!”
“This is… the Human Race's fortune?!”
“And it doesn't seem to be particularly incomplete either. Compared to what I absorbed before, there are at least four or five strands!”
Lu Qingyang was slightly startled, inwardly pondering.
As the Human Race's pioneer teacher of this world, Lu Qingyang had finally obtained this world's Human Race fortune.
Though this fortune was not complete, with just these four or five strands of the Human Race's fortune, this trip into Return to True had not been wasted!
And with the annihilation of the Myriad Fox Demon Race, the entire Demon Race World fell into shock.
Because in all these years, though the Human Race had advanced considerably, there had never been a case of them conquering a Demon Race city.
Yet now, the Myriad Fox Demon Race had been annihilated overnight!
After all, the Myriad Fox Demon Race's strength was not weak.
Within their race, there were two Great Vehicle Demon Venerables.
Now they had perished so easily before Myriad Fox Demon City. How could this not astonish anyone?!
In response, the entire Demon Race could no longer hold back and formed the Demon Race allied army.
They swore to sweep through all the Human Race tribes in the world!
At the same time, Lu Qingyang also left with A Sheng's tribe to rest and reorganize…
A Sheng's tribe.
Within a large tent, Lu Qingyang was intently studying a Great Vehicle puppet.
“So that's what it is.”
“They actually refined the entire puppet to resemble a Dharma Artifact.”
“Aside from the Spirit-Gathering Formation, they also specifically refined Dharma Artifact components that absorb spiritual power.”
“Tsk tsk… truly clever.”
Looking at the somewhat crude-looking Great Vehicle Ninth-Rank Puppet before him, Lu Qingyang was full of admiration.
After leaving Myriad Fox Demon City, his mind had been fixated on this Great Vehicle puppet.
After all, not studying such a good thing promptly would be an absolute waste!
Coupled with the resources of the Myriad Fox Demon Race as support.
Lu Qingyang planned to refine a Great Vehicle puppet himself!
No time like the present.
After greeting A Sheng and requisitioning the spirit ore resources from the Myriad Fox Clan's territory.
Then Lu Qingyang began his journey of secluded refinement of a Great Vehicle-level puppet.
…
“Snore…”
Within the large tent, steam rose.
Lu Qingyang used one hand's spiritual fire to temper various Ninth-Rank materials.
Yet he discovered that with his Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation, he was unexpectedly unable to melt the fire.
“Right, according to A Sheng, the Great Vehicle puppet she refined was only successfully made with the assistance of a Great Vehicle cultivator from the clan.”
“But right now I only have Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation…”
At this thought, Lu Qingyang frowned again.
It seems I must find that Great Vehicle to help.
Lu Qingyang murmured.
He cast a transmission technique.
A moment later, the sole Great Vehicle cultivator of A Sheng's tribe, that figure in snow-white robes, appeared before Lu Qingyang.
“Master Lu, is there something you need?”
The white-robed man's warm voice sounded.
“Fellow Daoist, I need your help melting spiritual materials.”
Lu Qingyang cupped his hands in salute.
“Master Lu is too polite.”
The white-robed man shook his head.
Then he gathered his focus and fully assisted Lu Qingyang in refining the spiritual materials.
And when they learned that Lu Qingyang was refining a Great Vehicle puppet, the entire A Sheng tribe rejoiced!
Because everyone regarded Lu Qingyang as the founding ancestor of puppetry in this world!
Now that the founding ancestor was personally refining a Great Vehicle puppet, how could they not be delighted!
However, just as Lu Qingyang was immersed in refining the Great Vehicle puppet, within the Demon Race World.
A vast allied army was already sweeping toward the location of A Sheng's tribe.
They seemed to be guided by some unseen force.
They could accurately determine the location of A Sheng's tribe and Lu Qingyang, the Human Race's great fortune-bearer.
And at this moment, Lu Qingyang was completely unaware.
…
In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.
With the white-robed Great Vehicle's assistance, Lu Qingyang had finally refined nearly half of the spiritual materials in his hands.
And just then, a vast and majestic power suddenly swept across the sky!
Like a heavenly river bursting its banks, it surged forth, blotting out the sky.
“Crack~”
“Crack!”
“This is… the Demon Race's aura!”
“What's going on? Why would Demon Race cultivators find us!”
The white-robed Great Vehicle, who was assisting Lu Qingyang in refining spiritual materials, suddenly changed expression, raising his eyes toward the depths of the void.
“Not good, this aura is at the level of a Great Vehicle Demon Venerable!”
“A Demon Venerable?”
“You go ahead. There's only one aura, so it should be a Demon Race scout.”
“Be careful.”
Hearing this, a solemn expression appeared on Lu Qingyang's face as he gave a grave exhortation.
“Mm.”
The white-robed Great Vehicle nodded and left swiftly.
Leaving Lu Qingyang looking at the half-unrefined spiritual materials, his brow furrowed tightly.
Hoo… I really don't want to give up halfway.
Being able to refine a puppet with Ninth-Rank spiritual materials — this is my first time in this life.
Thinking this, Lu Qingyang's gaze gradually turned fierce.
I refuse to believe I can't melt you!
As he spoke, Lu Qingyang waved his right hand, tossing up a batch of spiritual materials, and the spiritual power throughout his body poured out madly.
In an instant, raging flames blazed, radiant light shone dazzlingly, filling the entire large tent.
But even so, it was simply impossible to shake those Ninth-Rank spiritual materials that could be called supreme treasures!
“Melt for me!”
Lu Qingyang struck a bolt of spiritual power at his heart, instantly stirring up a surging torrent of blood.
In that instant, the spiritual power within his body surged several times stronger.
“Pfft—!”
Crimson blood sprayed. Lu Qingyang spat out a blood arrow onto the flames.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the fire surged explosively.
Radiant light flickered, blood qi filled the air!
That batch of Ninth-Rank spiritual materials actually showed signs of melting!
Lu Qingyang was actually refining a puppet with his life!
And on the other side, what had found A Sheng's tribe was indeed a Demon Race Great Vehicle scout.
Except… not far behind him was the sky-spanning Demon Race allied army!
A fierce battle was about to erupt!
…
Three years later, A Sheng's tribe gathered the surrounding Human Race tribes and launched a mighty war against the Demon Race allied army!
After a bitter struggle, the Human Race allied forces suffered heavy losses.
Retreat was only a matter of time.
As for Lu Qingyang at this moment, he paid no attention whatsoever to outside affairs.
Within the large tent, Lu Qingyang's aura was feeble.
His entire person seemed to have aged greatly.
Yet his eyes had never been as bright as they were now.
“Now only the final step remains, and this Ninth-Rank Puppet will be complete.”
Looking at the Ninth-Rank Puppet in the tent, wreathed in intertwining gold and red with traces of black qi seeping out.
Lu Qingyang's heartbeat kept accelerating, his eyes full of yearning!
“Cough, cough…”
“Thirteen years to refine a puppet… cough… and I've refined my lifespan down to near its end…”
“But…”
“It was worth it!”
Lu Qingyang coughed several times, forcefully suppressing the sharp pain surging in his chest, and slowly stood up.
Into his mind began to surface a memory.
Within the Secret Treasury that Yang Yu had given him.
The inscription carved on that pill capable of strengthening the soul.
“Strengthen the soul…”
Lu Qingyang murmured, extending his right palm and placing it on the puppet's crimson body.
“From now on… you are the true Intelligent Puppet.”
His low voice fell.
Under the effect of his remaining spiritual power, Lu Qingyang's physical body actually slowly dissipated!
A soul extremely similar in appearance to him rose from within his body, slowly approaching that gold-red puppet.
And this was precisely Lu Qingyang's Primordial Spirit!
“Hum~”
Suddenly, wondrous inscriptions were carved onto his Primordial Spirit.
This caused Lu Qingyang's soul — his Primordial Spirit — to receive an immense enhancement at this moment.
But his own consciousness grew increasingly blurry.
As if that enhanced Primordial Spirit had purged all impurities, including his consciousness.
Only thus could it perfectly merge into that Ninth-Rank Puppet!
After a moment, Lu Qingyang's consciousness gradually blurred.
Before the prompt signaling the end of Return to True sounded.
He clearly saw that Ninth-Rank Puppet slowly open its eyes.
A trace of something like confusion, yet also like surprise, appeared within them.
“It's finally done…”
“The Supreme Puppet…”
“No… without the shackles of cultivation realm, this puppet could be called a Pseudo-Immortal…”
【Ding! Return to True ended: You died】