Chapter 1289: Mark, Petition for Deification (5k)_3

“Your luck is truly good. This Great Zombie, despite clearly being of high grade, incredibly powerful, seems to have offended someone somehow. He has been suppressed there, his power completely exhausted, previously unable even to awaken. After being dug out, his power began to recover. Had it been three days later, nobody could restrain him. Fortunately, he had been previously suppressed by some unknown means, even his power could be drained. Your luck is truly good. A Great Zombie that was itself a world anomaly, representing a crack in the world’s system. There is no more suitable target than this. Begin your rituals.”

From afar, a gap in the gray cloth revealed a little, Wen Yan gazed at the distant scenery and then glanced down.

It indeed has connections to Er Jingong, but perhaps this time it is related to him as well, carrying the mark of Huafu Dajiang.

He guessed correctly; it was due to that Black Stone that Huafu Dajiang could be taken away at that time.

Wen Yan had never heard of Huafu Dajiang before, because this figure was suppressed by the Black Stone, which could be called a tangible “Zombie Enemy,” showing no signs of movement.

Until someone excavated him, but just took Huafu Dajiang, leaving the seemingly unremarkable Black Stone behind.

It must be Er Jingong who sent the Stone Coffin nearby, then the Giant Python brought the Stone Coffin here.

Wen Yan did nothing; this must all be projections from the past. Whatever he does now will not change the established facts; he just wants to know what happened.

In the distance, a Yellow Weasel approached, stood upright like a person, wearing a tattered cloth as if dressed in clothes.

The Yellow Weasel stood in front of the Stone Coffin, looking at the vacant-eyed Huafu Dajiang, bowed with hands clasped.

“Do you think I look like a human?”

Huafu Dajiang’s face was listless and slowly replied.

“No.”

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Weasel, standing upright and clothed, appeared to be hit hard, and its once-straight body instantly bent down, once again crouching on the ground. It howled twice, and the gleam of wisdom in its eyes vanished quickly.

In an instant, it crouched on the ground, chirping like a mere wild beast, fearfully observing its surroundings.

The Giant Python raised its head, watching the scene. Its tongue flicked out, and it devoured the Yellow Weasel whose intellect had been shattered by backlash.

Watching the condition of the previous Yellow Weasel, those in the back were not frightened but rather excited.

The failure of the previous clan member meant those in the back were qualified to attempt, to gamble with their lives.

Failing meant death; succeeding meant soaring to the skies. It’s the kind of temptation that few, yellow weasel or human, might resist.

This tree is the origin of the initial supplication.

If you have the chance to soar without effort, wouldn’t you want to try?

This is primarily why these demons from one faction will never see eye to eye with those from the other.

The issue isn’t just one of ideology, it’s one of core interests.

The successive attempts by the Yellow Weasel ended in failure one after another.

In previous supplications, they usually sought blessings from humans; failing was of little consequence, perhaps only requiring further accumulation. Success borrowed human fortune.

However, this time, the loophole was enormous. Employing the Great Zombie, an entity that ought not exist within heaven and earth, to exploit such a gap, failing meant the backlash would be severe—wisdom dissolved at best, soul dissipated, dead at worst.

Weasel after weasel met their demise, thirty consecutive ones dead, leading even the elderly Yellow Weasel to attempt.

Yet the old Yellow Weasel also failed, dying on the spot.

The remaining ones were at the end of the line, one of the young Yellow Weasels approached, wearing clothes it had just picked up.

It stood upright, gazing at Huafu Dajiang’s face, impulsively asking.

“Do you see me as a human or a god?”

Huafu Dajiang paused for a long moment before replying.

“Not a human, but a god.”

With those words, vast gray energy surged from Huafu Dajiang, filling every crevice of the giant tree at high speed with all the power.

The giant tree, resembling open arms, slowly closed, encapsulating the Yellow Weasel within.

Fierce winds arose, thunder rolled, black clouds shrouded the sky as if blocking everything.

The immense power enveloped the Yellow Weasel, for a long while, before the giant tree re-opened its limbs, as if spreading its arms, wondrously transformed, while the original Yellow Weasel’s head had turned into a divine statue with a circle of dark halo.

Seeing this, Wen Yan immediately understood why he saw Huafu Dajiang’s puzzle and then the Little Temple Statue’s puzzle.

This indeed is connected.

These imaginative Yellow Weasels had the gall to seek blessing from a theoretically non-existent zombie and even succeeded.

When seeking people’s blessings, they drain human fortune and life span.

Yet zombies don’t possess such life spans.

The key was the tree, their ritual, and definitely needing a true Great Zombie to complete the ritual.

They had their luck before, encountering Huafu Dajiang suppressed by the Black Stone, enabling the chance to control such.

Otherwise, throughout the land, the Great Zombie satisfying such requirements could mostly only be found in Fuyu Mountain.

It’s quite evident that attacking the Zombie Cave in Fuyu Mountain, to control a real Great Zombie, was an impossibility.

Wen Yan glanced at the Yellow Weasel with a god statue head, suspecting that perhaps this was the one that blessed him.

He couldn’t help but feel moved.

He thought the dungeon CD had not refreshed, but unexpectedly he found the origin of the transformation into a god statue.

Just as he was about to act, the Giant Python suddenly moved, swiftly devouring the remaining Yellow Weasels.

Then it slithered to Huafu Dajiang’s front, asking.

“Do you see me as human or as god?”

“Not a human, but a god,” Huafu Dajiang replied.

With a word, the black clouds in the sky thickened, a massive force transforming into gray mist, shrouding the Giant Python’s body.

A hand emerged from the gray mist; a man with bare torso, hair unkempt, walked out from the mist.

“Finally, returned…”

In an instant, light rain began to fall, covering the entire puzzle world.