Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8379: Reincarnation (1)

The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone was a sinister celestial device of immense evil. Crafting it was relatively straightforward: one simply had to locate a baby born during a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour and slaughter them. This process birthed the base of the celestial device, though at this stage, it was merely a powerless vessel. Furthermore, the refining process would reduce the infant to a single fragment of bone—perhaps a skull, a digit, or a femur. Regardless of which part it was, any bone from the body could be transformed into this magical weapon.

Once this bone was refined, the subsequent step involved integrating ghost babies into it. However, a ghost baby was not created by simply killing an infant and extracting its soul. Such a thing was impossible. The true power of a ghost baby stemmed from the fact that each one had to be refined by merging the souls of 100 infants together.

To put it another way, forging a single ghost baby required the slaughter of at least 100 infants to refine their souls into one entity. Because infant souls were incredibly fragile and lacked consciousness, they could be fused without memory conflicts or spiritual discomfort. Despite their individual weakness, these souls were potent once combined.

The Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone had the capacity to hold up to 10,000 of these ghost babies, a truly horrifying prospect. Populating the device fully would demand the souls of one million infants, meaning at least one million babies would have to be murdered. It was an appalling thought. Because the creation of such a celestial device was so treacherous and vile, even the demonic sect cultivators of the Blood Sea Realm found it intolerable. Consequently, the primary Sects took the lead in establishing a joint decree that strictly forbade the manufacturing of such items.

The origins of this magic weapon's creation are steeped in history. Legend says the first cultivator to employ this method was a believer slave. Although he had reached the Dharma Accumulation Realm, his innate talent was mediocre at best. He was deeply obsessed with the path of immortality. As a believer slave, he possessed a family and a wife. When his wife gave birth, he was suddenly seized by madness, believing his family hindered his path to Cultivation. He slaughtered his entire household, including his newborn child, whom he then refined.

That child had been born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour. During the refinement of the small body, he discovered the infant's essence had coalesced into a single bone. Ultimately, he was left with a bone as dark as ink. From there, he began a spree of killing infants to fuel his creation, eventually completing the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone.

No one truly knows how many infants perished during this time, only that the number was staggering. Eventually, his weapon could unleash thousands of ghost babies simultaneously. The celestial device was incredibly powerful, and his own strength surged rapidly. During that era, he was feared as the Myriad Ghost Old Devil.

Eventually, the Old Devil’s body count became so high that he was hunted by every Sect. Before he was finally brought down, he used the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone to slay dozens of experts at the Island Lord level and above. The carnage of that conflict horrified the cultivators of the various Sects and revealed the true terror of this Dharma artifact.

When the refining method was discovered among the Old Devil’s belongings, the cultivators were stunned. They couldn't fathom that such a depraved method existed to forge a tool. Even though the weapon was remarkably strong, no cultivator dared use it due to its murderous nature. While it allowed one to gain power quickly, users feared they would never survive the Heavenly Tribulation. Thus, the Sects united to ban the technique, decreeing that anyone found refining such a tool would be executed immediately.

This strict prohibition was necessary because the refining process was deceptively simple; even a cultivator in the Dharma Reserves Realm could perform it. Without control, it wouldn't take long for every infant in the Blood Sea Realm to be hunted down.

Despite the risks, some desperate cultivators would still gamble with their lives. Therefore, the Sects had to suppress the knowledge at its source. Through the ruthless enforcement of the major Sects, the method was largely eradicated. While some knew of the weapon’s existence, very few knew how to make it, and none dared try for fear of being hunted into extinction.

This explained why Pan Qianlong only revealed the weapon when he faced certain death. Using it meant he would be pursued by every major Sect. Even the Corpse Demon Sect would turn on him, to say nothing of the Blood Hangman. Furthermore, his artifact already contained 1,000 ghost babies, implying he had murdered at least 100,000 infants. It was a monstrous sum, and no one knew where he had acquired so many. Pan Qianlong was a dead man walking; even if he survived this encounter, the Sects—starting with his own Corpse Demon Sect—would hunt him down until he was finished.

Driven to the brink, Pan Qianlong knew he would be killed instantly if he didn't use the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone. He chose to fight, planning to never return to the Corpse Demon Sect and instead find a remote place to hide and cultivate under a false name.

At that moment, Zhao Hai blocked his path. Pan Qianlong’s eyes burned red with desperation. Having revealed his forbidden weapon, failing to escape now would be a total disaster. He fought with reckless abandon, his scimitar spinning wildly for defense. Simultaneously, the Ten Thousand Infant Ghost Bone materialized above his head. Pan Qianlong struck his own chest with his left hand, coughing up a mouthful of blood essence onto the bone. Upon absorbing the blood, the bone radiated a crimson light. The emerging ghost babies were bathed in this red glow, making them look even more ghastly as they shrieked and lunged at the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples.

The disciples' faces paled at the sight, and they prepared to strike back with their magic weapons. Seeing this, Zhao Hai’s expression shifted, and he roared, "Everyone, stay back! These ghost babies attack the Divine Soul directly. If you lack Divine Soul defense spells or celestial devices, do not engage them. Use your killing intent to shield yourselves!"

The Blood Slaughter Sect disciples froze momentarily before retreating in shock. They immediately began projecting a faint aura of killing intent for protection. Observing this, Zhao Hai formed the Acalanatha seal with his hands and bellowed, "Lin!"

The sky seemed to shift at his command. Zhao Hai settled onto the Blood Lotus in a meditative posture and began to chant, "Namo Amitabha ye, kodajia ye, Dudi ye, amiludo..." As the incantations flowed from his lips, they manifested as bursts of radiant golden light. Buddhist seals began to materialize one by one, culminating in a massive Buddha seal appearing beside Zhao Hai. This seal emitted a brilliant golden radiance that enveloped the ghost babies.

The ghost babies' crimson aura flared in an attempt to resist the golden light, but it was futile. The Buddha light shattered the red glow and washed over them. The infants shrieked as black vapor billowed from their forms, but then they fell silent. The malice vanished from their features, replaced by expressions of profound peace and tiny smiles. They looked as though they were resting in their mothers' arms. Their small forms drifted toward the large Buddha seal next to Zhao Hai, eventually merging into the golden light and vanishing.

Zhao Hai had recited the Rebirth Mantra, a Buddhist scripture for crossing over souls. This scripture was the ultimate bane of ghosts, particularly Yin spirits. Since the ghost babies were essentially refined Yin spirits, they couldn't withstand the mantra. Under the Buddha light, they finally found peace, liberated from their existence as slaves.

As the final syllable of the Rebirth Mantra left Zhao Hai’s lips, every ghost baby had been absorbed into the Buddha seal. The seal then cast a blinding light onto the ghost bone itself. The bone drifted toward the seal as Pan Qianlong coughed up blood repeatedly, struggling in vain to maintain control. The ghost bone was pulled into the Buddha seal and vanished. As it was consumed, Pan Qianlong spat out a final spray of blood, his eyes rolled back, and his limp body collapsed to the earth.

The Buddha seal and its light faded away. Zhao Hai slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the area before looking at the fallen man. "Go check on him," he commanded. A cultivator from the Blood Slaughter Sect hurried over to the body. After a quick examination, he saw Pan Qianlong’s ashen face and confirmed there was no breath left in him.

The disciple stood and bowed deeply to Zhao Hai, cupping his fists. "Reporting to the Commander: he is dead!" The respect in the air was palpable; no one dared show the slightest hint of insolence. They had witnessed Zhao Hai slay the formidable Pan Qianlong with nothing but a chant. The fact that a cultivator in the Profound Qi Realm could eliminate a half-step Island Lord so decisively was terrifying. Given Zhao Hai's displayed power, who would dare be anything but respectful?