EFB Chapter 120 Beautiful, so beautiful! Goddess of Beauty, Goddess of Perfection!!
Chapter 120 Beautiful, so beautiful! Goddess of Beauty, Goddess of Perfection!!
Is this thing correct?
no! !
Is this thing even right?!
Why?!
Isn't this a breeding ground for evil spirits?!
Isn't this the place where the King of Fate sets up a place to nurture evil spirits? Its purpose is to absorb the evil spirits inside and use them to replenish the evil spirits in the "Book of Evil Spirits"!
Why would an evil god be hidden in such a place that nurtures evil spirits?!
Was this a scheme orchestrated by the Wang family, who are both destined to die, and the Liu family, who are skilled in controlling ghosts?
Lu Yuan's mind was a complete mess.
He only has one feeling right now.
My luck is absolutely terrible!
When the old man first investigated, all eight potential sites for nurturing evil spirits went smoothly, and that was indeed the case.
Of course, later the old man realized something was wrong and also went to the eleventh one.
However, they happened to run into Lu Yuan in Mangniutun, so the eleven of them didn't go.
As it turns out, there was a huge 17-star thing hidden inside!
The seventeen-star... evil god.
no………
In this region beyond the Great Wall, aren't all the evil spirits with any standing lined up, waiting to run into you?!
Shen Shulan cleared out so many places, and nothing happened.
When it came to my side, I was the eleventh one to encounter this thing!
"Clatter...clatter..."
The two disciples from Beidou Temple who were walking towards Xu Erxiao became increasingly stiff in their steps.
Their joints made a crisp, grating sound, like porcelain rubbing together; the thud of their feet striking the ground was no longer the dull thud of flesh, but the clear, crisp sound of clay striking rock. "Senior...Senior Brother..."
One of them had his neck twisted at an inhuman angle, with fine ice cracks rapidly spreading from his jaw to his collar.
"My legs... I can't move them..."
Under the moonlight, their skin was rapidly losing its color, revealing a pale, delicate white, like mutton fat jade.
That wasn't the pallor of a living person, but the lifeless texture of a porcelain blank.
Shi Xiangyang had no time to pay attention to his junior brother's miserable state; his gaze was fixed on the back of his own hand.
A layer of glaze-like sheen was seeping upwards along his wrist, replacing the veins beneath his skin with a twisted, porcelain-like texture. He tried to make hand seals, but was horrified to find that his finger joints were stiff, like a finished porcelain doll.
"What...what kind of evil magic is this?!"
Shi Xiangyang's voice was sharp and distorted with fear.
"Wasn't the core of this nurturing ground already destroyed?!"
Shi Xiangyang was naturally unaware that not only was the Nurturing Ground not destroyed, but now an extremely powerful evil god had appeared.
Lu Yuan struggled to sit up, and the danger warning for "[Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil]" flashed wildly in his vision.
This "Beauty Porcelain Nurturing Ground" is definitely not just a simple nurturing ground.
Thinking back to the incident at Mangniu Village, not far from Luoyanpo, this place for raising evil spirits is also related to the Liu family who control ghosts.
I don't know if this is the result of a collaboration between the two companies.
Or perhaps the Ghost-Controlling Liu family later usurped the throne and secretly arranged it behind the backs of the Fate-Severing Wang family, without even the Fate-Severing Wang family knowing.
Anyway...
Lu Yuan stared intently at the blasted-open hole in the northeast direction.
That's not the "core of the kiln" at all.
It's an altar!
The altar of the evil god!
An altar that feeds evil gods with countless vengeful spirits and flesh!
An altar that's been maintained for nearly a hundred years!
At that very moment, the ground of Luoyanpo began to pulsate.
It wasn't an earthquake.
It is a deeper, more eerie pulse; this land, soaked in blood and resentment, is awakening, is breathing!
"eat……"
"eat……"
"eat……"
A dull, heart-pounding sound came from the depths of the earth, each beat striking precisely at everyone's heart.
Shen Shulan's face was ashen. She barely managed to raise her left hand, which was still movable, and pointed it in front of her eyes, thus activating her third eye.
The next moment, she gasped sharply.
As far as the eye could see, the entire underground of Luoyan Slope was covered with dense, spiderweb-like blood-red veins!
Those veins, like blood vessels, contracted and expanded, and the ends of all their branches converged on the cave entrance in the northeast!
Deep within the cave entrance, a gigantic "cocoon" woven from countless shards of porcelain, broken bones, and intertwined resentment was slowly cracking open. "She's coming out..."
Shen Shulan's voice trembled:
"That's not an ordinary evil spirit...it's something that's been 'nurtured'..."
"It's...it's an evil god!!"
Tan Jiji also stood up and took out an ancient mirror covered with verdigris from her bosom.
The "Evil-Revealing Mirror," a family heirloom of the Xingyou Tan family.
He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the mirror.
The mirror shimmered with a bloody light, but it didn't reflect anything. After flickering wildly, the image finally froze on a line of dripping blood-red words:
[A porcelain beauty, a porcelain beauty, flesh and blood as her body, bones as her fuel, seventy-eight grievances gathered in one body, and with the addition of six souls, she becomes a god.]
"Becoming a god..."
Tan Jiji's hand holding the bronze mirror trembled violently.
"She's just one step away..."
"After devouring the souls of six more living people with spiritual cultivation, you can break free from the shackles of 'Gathering of Resentment' and transform into a true... Porcelain God!" Before the words were finished!
At the northeastern entrance of the cave, a dark red beam of light shot into the sky!
Within the pillar of light, countless illusory images of women intertwined and overlapped, wailing, weeping, shrilly laughing, cursing...
A thousand desperate voices blended into a demonic sound that could tear the soul apart and penetrate the mind.
At the very center of the beam of light, a slender figure was slowly rising.
She walked barefoot into the air, and with each step she took, a glazed lotus flower bloomed beneath her feet.
Her dress was woven from countless tiny porcelain pieces, making a crisp, chiming sound like wind chimes when she moved.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, but at the ends were strands of flowing glaze that shimmered with an eerie, iridescent light under the moonlight.
The most terrifying thing is her face!!
That face was exquisitely beautiful beyond human imagination, breathtakingly beautiful, yet completely expressionless.
The eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose are like a masterpiece of porcelain sculpture created by a master craftsman, with a smooth and flawless glaze.
But when she turned her neck and her gaze swept over everyone, everyone saw it clearly.
Beneath that perfect glaze...
It was a dense, layered mass of countless human faces, twisted and deformed from extreme pain!
"Liu...ru...yan..."
One of Shi Xiangyang's junior disciples murmured absentmindedly, his pupils dilating instantly.
The vitrification had spread to his neck, turning him completely into a delicate porcelain body, with only a faint glimmer of humanity remaining in his eye sockets. "So beautiful..."
The other disciple stared blankly at the figure in the air, a stiff, eerie smile unique to porcelain puppets spreading across his lips.
"Come...take me with you..."
Upon seeing this, Lu Yuan immediately looked at Shen Shulan and his group and shouted:
"Keep your mind focused!"
Lu Yuan roared, forcing himself to chant the Mind-Cleansing Mantra while making hand seals:
"She's bewitching me!"
However, it was all too late.
The porcelain spots on the six people from Beidou Temple had covered their entire bodies as if they were alive.
Their bodies began to twist, their joints bent backward, and they were reshaped into the stiff postures characteristic of porcelain puppets.
The facial features are fixed into expressions of fascination or fear during the porcelainization process.
The clothing and porcelain body became one, transforming into colorful glaze decoration.
"Crack... Crack..."
A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.
Shi Xiangyang looked down and saw a crack in his chest.
There was no blood.
Inside the crack is a hollow, smooth porcelain inner wall.
He tried to scream, but his throat had become porcelain, and his vocal cords were two thin pieces of porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch, so he couldn't make a sound.
"No...no..."
With the last shred of humanity in his eyes, Shi Xiangyang looked at Lu Yuan, his gaze filled with endless pleading and regret.
"Help...me..."
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth, the true essence in his dantian was so weak that it was like a candle flickering in the wind, and even standing was his limit.
In the air, Liu Ruyan, or rather, the Porcelain Goddess, slowly raised her hand.
That slender, jade-carved finger gently touched downwards.
"Puff puff puff puff puff"
Six muffled thuds, in no particular order.
The six people from Beidou Temple exploded simultaneously, turning into six clouds of thick mist mixed with blood, flesh fragments, and porcelain powder.
The thick fog did not dissipate; instead, it was drawn up by an invisible force, spiraling upwards and merging entirely into the body of the Porcelain God!
Six pale blue phantom souls, emitting silent wails in the thick fog, were forcibly pulled from the shards and absorbed into the Porcelain God's chest. In an instant, the glaze on the Porcelain God's body surged!
Beneath that smooth, mirror-like glaze, six male faces, contorted in pain, were clearly visible.
The faces of Shi Xiangyang and the other six were forever sealed inside the body of this evil god.
"She...became..."
Shen Shulan's voice was filled with despair.
At that very moment, the system panel in front of Lu Yuan suddenly changed dramatically!
Name: Liu Ruyan
Type: Evil God
[Cultivation Period: Seventy-eight years]
Weaknesses: Lightning, electricity, fire...
Danger Level: ★★★★★★★★★★
Twenty stars!!!
Evil God!
It's done!!
Should we...call someone...?
This was the only thought left in Lu Yuan's mind.
Not to mention that all five of them are now completely exhausted.
Even at their peak, facing this terrifying twenty-star existence would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
only………
Lu Yuan's gaze swept over Shen Shulan and then landed on Tan Jiji.
These two outsiders, especially Tan Jiji, were not after demons, but rather the internal strife within the ten families.
Gu Qingwan, on the other hand, has an inextricable connection with the Ghost-Controlling Liu family.
If Gu Qingwan were to come...
Do not!
wrong!!
Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed. Besides Gu Qingwan, there was one last way!
He looked at the overturned wooden crate a few meters away, its contents scattered all over the ground.
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth, scraping his body against the ground, using the last bit of strength to move inch by inch toward the wooden box.
Just then, high in the sky, the "Porcelain God" spoke.
Her voice was no longer the overlapping wails of hundreds of women.
It was an indescribable timbre that penetrated directly into the minds of everyone present, precisely striking the strings of their souls.
"You... five..."
Before the words were even finished, a sudden and unexpected change occurred in the world!
"Crack!"
The first cracking sound came from the smooth glaze on the chest of the porcelain god.
A fine crack spread out from the spot where Shi Xiangyang's face was sealed, like the first thawing of a frozen river in spring.
What shines through the cracks is not darkness, but a warm, jade-like, lustrous white sheen.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The sound of shattering instantly merged into one, and dense cracks covered the entire body of the porcelain god!
The magnificent dress, woven from countless porcelain shards, crumbled in an instant.
Countless porcelain shards flaked off like butterflies, only to transform into specks of iridescent light in mid-air and dissipate into the night wind.
Where the porcelain shards have fallen off, what's revealed... is skin.
The moonlight shone down.
That newborn skin presented a texture that transcended ordinary understanding, neither the coldness of porcelain nor the warmth of flesh and blood.
It seems to be a miracle created by the condensation of moonlight, spiritual essence, and the first rays of dawn.
Lustrous and translucent, every inch of its texture exudes abundant vitality.
Beneath her skin, one could even see pale blue veins flowing slowly, surging with a "spirit" purer and more ancient than blood. The porcelain goddess stepped barefoot into the air, and the glazed lotus beneath her feet shattered, reforming into a misty cloud of spiritual energy that steadily supported her feet. Within the cloud, galaxies seemed to flow and circulate, and illusions of the changing seasons rose and fell in an unpredictable manner.
Her long hair began to change.
The iridescent glaze flowing at the ends of the hair curled back towards the roots like a receding tide.
Wherever it passed, the glaze faded, turning into three thousand strands of black hair...
But what black hair it was!
Each strand gleamed with a faint, ethereal luster, similar to that of fine black jade, yet it was as light and airy as smoke.
The strands of hair moved on their own without wind, drifting slowly behind her, their trails lingering briefly in the air.
It formed streaks of dark shadows that lingered for a long time.
Then, there was that face.
The most terrifying, yet most stunning, transformation happened on that face.
Beneath the glaze, countless distorted and squeezed human faces began to... merge.
It did not disappear, but rather it was like hundreds of the finest glazes being thrown into the kiln of divine fire.
Under a power that transcends all laws of the world, the ultimate "kiln transformation" began.
Countless faces reflected pain, resentment, obsession, fear, despair, and unwillingness to accept defeat...
All the extreme emotions and human impurities that had accumulated over nearly a century were melted, purified, recombined, and sublimated in the flames of "divinity." The distorted facial features slowly relaxed, aligned, and merged.
The squeezed eye sockets were reshaped, transforming into a pair of... indescribable eyes.
Her eyes are the classic phoenix eyes of the East, with a natural slight upturn at the outer corner, but the curve is so perfect that it seems to be drawn by the heavens.
The color of the pupils kept changing; at first glance, they appeared as a bottomless, jet-black, but upon closer inspection, they tinged with a bluish hue, then turned purple, and finally tinged with gold…
It's as if the entire starry sky has been contained within it.
The memories of thousands upon thousands of lives flow within it, ultimately settling into a divine radiance that sees through all things, sympathizes with all beings, yet remains indifferent to everything. The bridge of the nose is as straight as a snow-capped mountain ridge, yet curves gently at the tip.
Lips...
Those two cherry-red lips, the color of a ripe cherry dipped in morning dew, were full and delicate, with naturally upturned corners, a half-smile on their lips. Every line of her face conformed to the strictest "golden ratio," yet it was perfectly natural, without the slightest trace of artifice. This was not the beauty that any earthly painter could depict, nor the appearance of a celestial maiden.
This is a concrete manifestation of a "concept," a projection of "perfection" itself into the three-dimensional world.
When she fully opened her starry eyes and looked down at the crowd below...
"Thump!"
The mountain-breaking hammer slipped from Xu Erxiao's hand and crashed to the ground.
He stood frozen in place, his mouth unconsciously agape, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without him even noticing.
This is not seduction.
This is a state of mental shutdown where life is forced to empty its mind when faced with the concept of "supreme perfection".
Wang Cheng'an was even more distraught. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His eyes were unfocused, and his lips trembled, like a madman. "Mother... I saw a deity... a real deity..."
Even Shen Shulan, who had the highest cultivation level, felt a violent tremor in his soul the moment his gaze fell upon that face.
She bit her tongue hard, the excruciating pain allowing her to barely maintain a sliver of clarity.
But my heart was pounding uncontrollably.
That wasn't attraction; it was the instinctive fear and...longing that comes from being crushed on a higher level of life.
The evil-revealing mirror in Tan Jiji's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
He trembled all over, not from fear, but because the "Qi Observation Technique" passed down by the Xingyou Tan family was now frantically issuing warnings.
He saw it!
Beneath that flawless exterior lies a "divine foundation" forcibly forged from thousands upon thousands of souls.
It is a "divine essence" refined from resentment accumulated over the past century.
It is the "divinity" that was replenished after absorbing the souls of six enlightened beings!
She is transforming from a "goddess of objects" into a "goddess of human form"!
And... it's the most perfect human form!
High in the sky, the Porcelain God
No, or more accurately, "the perfect god".
She slowly lowered her head, examining her newly grown hands.
Her fingers were long and slender with well-proportioned joints, and her nails were a natural light pink with a pearly luster.
Chi gently bent and stretched her fingers, her movements fluid and without a trace of the stiffness of a porcelain puppet.
"turn out to be……"
She spoke, her voice ethereal and clear.
Yet it carries a profound resonance, as if it resonates directly in one's mind:
"Becoming a god... this is what it feels like."
She raised one hand and gently clenched her fingers.
"Buzz!"
The entire Luoyanpo area is filled with lingering resentment, malevolent energy, and yin energy from the earth's veins.
Even the faint spiritual energy remaining in those broken porcelain shards was drawn by an invisible force, transforming into countless streams of gray-black energy.
They flowed into her palm from all directions.
The airflow swirled and compressed in her palm, eventually condensing into a crystal the size of a pigeon egg, constantly shifting its iridescent luster.
Inside the crystal, countless blurry faces slowly shifted, emitting silent wails.
This is the "old shell" she shed, the condensation of all the resentment and impurities she had as the "Porcelain Goddess".
She looked down at the crystal, a complex emotion flashing in her starry eyes.
There is relief, there is nostalgia, but more than anything, there is a sense of indifference, as if saying, "I have transcended this point."
In the end, everything faded away.
Five fingers, brought together.
"Smack."
A crisp sound, as faint as a dewdrop breaking.
The crystals turned into powder, flowing from between the fingers of the pool, and before they could hit the ground, they had already returned to nothingness.
As the last trace of "impurity" was stripped away, the aura emanating from Chi's body completely changed.
The malevolent resentment and coldness of the evil spirits have vanished.
Instead, there is a gentle yet vast sacred aura.
She stood in the moonlight, naturally radiating a faint, moon-like glow.
That was not a deliberately cast spell, but a strange phenomenon produced by the natural resonance between the "perfect body" and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
A night breeze blew by, causing her long, black hair to flutter slightly, with a few strands brushing against her cheeks.
The skin on her cheeks had a translucent quality under the moonlight, and you could vaguely see the very faint blood vessels under the skin, which only added to the breathtaking vividness.
She finally turned her gaze to Lu Yuan, who was lying on the ground below.
Lu Yuan was also looking at Liu Ruyan above...
Do not……
She has no relationship with Liu Ruyan anymore.
just now……
She has perfectly become a god!
Calling her a "goddess of beauty" is not an exaggeration at all!
Because the danger warning for Lu Yuan's [Demon Slayer] has changed again...
[Name: God of Perfection]
Type: God
[Cultivation Level: Ominous]
[Weakness: Unfavorable]
Danger Level: ★★★★★★★★★★
At that moment, Lu Yuan's fingertips finally touched that cold object.
He used his last bit of strength to grip it tightly.
[The True Man Who Responds to the Origin of the Nine Heavens and Enforces the Laws, the Heavenly Venerable Who Controls Thunder, the Golden Thunder Who Breaks Through Illusions, and the Master of the Nine Thunders]
The ancestral tablet is now in my hands.