My Cell Prison-Chapter 1246 - 1245 Exclusive Plot

Just as the old man’s corpse began to float up inside the crystal coffin,

a long-absent system alert sounded, transmitted as if it was suffering from severe interference.

『Szzz...Special Area [Earthly Fiends Palace - Inner Secret Chamber]

Fulfilling conditions:

1. Enter alone, not bringing any unrelated zombies.

2. Participant has practiced the "Floating Corpse Inner Canon" with a zombie’s body and has achieved Pill Condensation.

Upon inspection, the individual has met the above conditions, area is being sealed... please wait.』

The alert temporarily ceased.

Like a cloud of fog, the power of the rules immediately blocked the only stone door of the inner palace, and also constructed an invisible barrier inside the secret room, preventing the Earthly Fiends Palace from being destroyed.

『Unique Plot: ’Day of the Floating Corpse’ has been triggered』

Requirement: Kill the author of the "Floating Corpse Internal Classic" - Du Zhijing, the founding Academician.

Reward: Exclusive personal item ×1

*Note: The conditions to trigger the exclusive plot are extremely stringent; once triggered, it must be completed.

Customized reward mode, the system will provide an exclusive reward based on the individual’s overall situation.

...

The familiar system alert brought Han Dong back to his old senses.

Han Dong also revealed a long-lost mad laugh, his tongue licking around his mouth.

"I originally just wanted to come and see, to understand what was so special about the creator of the ’Floating Corpse Internal Classic,’ but I didn’t expect to encounter such a good thing.

Indeed, the old zombie who created such a corpse collection wouldn’t die so easily.

Unable to heal from a severe injury in his lifetime, he preserved his ’last breath’ through some special means, waiting here for the ’fated one’?"

The inner hall was not big, only about eighty square meters.

However, the height was a full six meters.

Han Dong immediately retreated to the farthest corner possible, closely observing the changes in the corpse.

As it lay flat in the crystal coffin, the body slowly began to rise...

Sparse hair and teeth that were almost falling out,

A dried-up body surface had several notches with bluish flowers and plants inserted between them, a method for preserving corpses over long periods within the Corpse Country,

The Academician’s official robes were placed at the lower end of the corpse,

Crack~

During the rising process, fingers and toes began to twitch slightly, and beneath the eyelids, one could see the eyes moving.

As the eyes slowly opened, the pupils locked directly onto Han Dong in the corner.

An excited smile, long in the waiting, emerged on Academician Du’s face, followed by a hoarse and leaky voice:

"How many years have passed! I never imagined someone could perfectly practice the ’Floating Corpse Internal Classic’ that was inspired by ancient murals.

Since the murals could not be copied, they had to be transferred through text, which was lengthy and obscure; even I did not believe anyone could completely master them.

As the content couldn’t be altered in the slightest, I had to forcibly insist the Ministry of Officials compile it unchanged into the Corpse Collection and distribute it to bookstores throughout Corpse Country, hoping that one day, a genius capable of deducing the murals from the text would appear.

Finally, it has happened!

As long as I consume your Nei Dan, I shall be fully reborn... and continue to serve His Majesty!"

Having said that,

The old man reached out and touched the surface of the coffin lid.

Hum!

The lid slammed towards Han Dong in the corner at high speed even though he hadn’t exerted much force.

Transform Strength into Force.

A step forward, Han Dong lightly pushed the lid with both hands.

This action altered the course of the lid, causing it to shatter against the side wall.

Han Dong’s move also won a burst of praise.

"Indeed, quite impressive... Your series of actions earlier clearly illustrates the perfect coordination between your physical body and your cultivation method.

After swallowing the Nei Dan, you could combine it with the ’corpse oil’ produced by squeezing your physical body and consume them together, the effects should even be better." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Academician Du had already worn his official robes that he once wore, disengaging from the coffin.

However, instead of preparing for battle due to the danger, Han Dong’s face was full of smiles.

The series of statements just made by Academician Du greatly interested him.

"Could I ask a few questions before I die, practicing the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] was not easy for me at all."

"Indeed, it was not easy... ask away, I’ll answer your questions as best as I can."

"Academician Du, you just mentioned that the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] was inspired by the murals of some ancient relic... I would like to know who played the bigger role.

Is it more about your own creative thoughts, or the content of the murals?"

"That’s a very profound question you have. It appears you have seriously read the preface... Each side contributes half, perhaps the murals are a tad more important.

Since you want to know, I will tell you everything.

The discovery of the ancient relic was my fated opportunity.

When I left, the relic completely collapsed, disappearing from this world... At the same time, the memories of the murals, due to a certain inheritance technique within the relic, were permanently etched into my brain. Even after being in a near-death state for hundreds of years, there was no loss of memory.

[Zombies]

The information given by the relic completely overturned my world view, and it’s also why I was willing to assist the Tomb Lord in establishing a perfect Corpse Country.

According to the records of the relic, our world was unbalanced in terms of Yin and Yang, and the earliest life forms to be born were zombies, the undead were the true rulers of this world.

The one who left such murals was a roaming zombie capable of ascending to heaven and burrowing into the earth, who called himself ’Floating Corpse Immortal.’

I am the sole inheritor of these thousand years... I will carry his will and assist the Tomb Lord in building a great empire that belongs only to the undead."

Clap clap clap!

Upon hearing this, Han Dong couldn’t help but applaud.

"Well said, truly worthy of an Academician!

Indeed, such mystical [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] is not of your own creation but something left behind by others... This eases my mind, I can attempt to retain this power."

Academician Du was perplexed by Han Dong’s happy expression and his relaxed words.

"Retain... is the confidence to survive what the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] has given you? It seems that with this power, you have defeated many same tier Black Zombies.

What a pity.

When I first created it, I deliberately held back a technique, mostly omitting the advanced skills.

What you have mastered is only the basic techniques, such as Floating in the Sky and Hiding in the Ground, Transforming Strength into Force.

However, you know nothing of the ’Killing Techniques’ contained within the murals; the gap that exists is something you cannot overcome... Let me show you the power of the real killer moves."

With that said,

Du Zhijing moved forward in a mode resembling a water ghost.

Corpse energy, fluid-like, converged in his palm, making his entire hand seem as if soaked in water, unclear and blurry.

’Bone Dissolving Palm’

With this palm strike, regardless of where it hits, it would inject the liquid corpse energy into the target’s body, bringing about a ’softening’ effect that would eliminate all physical defense of the undead.

Facing such a dangerous move, Han Dong smiled and said:

"Did I ever say I was going to use the same techniques to fight you?

Count... devour him!"

A skull overflowing with Nether Blood,

Blood-red and squirming Tentacles,

Eyes of varying sizes, crimson,

Thousands of twisted and cracked horrific fangs,

And a gaping mouth that led directly to a blood-red Abyss.

In an instant, a four-meter-sized Bloodhound took shape on his Right Arm.

Du Zhijing felt a sensation of being Eye Locked, and given the small area of the Secret Room, there was simply no escape... Swish! Swallowed in one gulp.