National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

His heart began to pound wildly in that instant, as if trying to break free from the confines of his chest.

His face was a mask of disbelief. He never would have imagined the system would pop up at such a critical moment,

and point him down such a world-shaking path.

It wanted him to acquire the corpse of Qin Shi Huang and use the legendary Reincarnation Secret Technique to forge an emperor’s body.

According to the few words the system revealed, even if he used the Secret Technique Xu Fu spoke of,

there would still be a chasm between soul and body, making a perfect fusion incredibly difficult.

In the process, a thicket of thorny, intractable problems would inevitably arise.

But fortunately, the system would lend a hand at crucial moments

and help him resolve these difficulties one by one.

Chu He’s sharp brows furrowed slightly as he asked, ”What exactly are the key elements of Reincarnation?”

Xu Fu raised his head slightly, as if gathering his thoughts, or perhaps deliberately keeping him in suspense.

After a moment, he finally spoke slowly, ”For Reincarnation, the single most important thing

is to find a perfect Corpse Nurturing Land.”

”In this world, there are places where the sinister, evil energy is so dense it materializes into inky clouds, weighing down the very sky,

threatening to devour all life in the Mortal World.

Furthermore, such intense sinister energy

is not formed in a day or two. It must be the result of sedimentation and accumulation over countless years.

Ancient resentments gather there, and over long ages, they have shaped it into what it is today.

In my opinion, although such a Corpse Nurturing Land is mysterious and unpredictable, as long as you search diligently and follow the veins of this sinister energy, you should be able to find some clues. You won’t be completely without a lead.”

As he spoke, Xu Fu narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Chu He.

His gaze carried a scrutinizing force, as if trying to see right through him, inside and out,

to see if he truly had what it took to shoulder the great responsibility of defying fate. ”Furthermore, the soul must have reached a state of immortality.

You must understand, the process of Reincarnation is fraught with peril.

The soul must withstand the impact and fusion, which are like raging tidal waves. The slightest misstep, and it will be extinguished like a candle in the wind, resulting in the tragic fate of complete spiritual annihilation.

Only a soul as solid as a rock, tempered through countless tribulations to the point of immortality, has a glimmer of a chance at survival.”

Upon hearing this, Chu He’s heart trembled.

He frowned slightly, the figure of a man appearing in his mind. That man’s name was Xu Ping’an.

This Xu Ping’an had mastered an exceptionally sinister Corpse Refinement Secret Technique.

With this Secret Technique, he could transform his own body into that of a zombie with skin of bronze and bones of iron, fearless of life and death.

Chu He mused to himself,

’A place that could catch the eye of an eccentric like Xu Ping’an must be hiding some profound mystery.’

’It might just be the perfect Corpse Nurturing Land I’ve been looking for.’

’Besides, my soul has already reached a state of immortality.’

On this point, he was completely confident.

”Where exactly is Qin Shi Huang’s corpse?” Chu He spun around abruptly.

At this moment, Amaterasu’s face was haggard and her expression exhausted, her eyes shot with blood.

Yet even so, the depths of her eyes still held a hint of helplessness and grim resolve,

the struggle of a cornered beast clinging to its last straw.

She knew perfectly well

that from the moment she chose to answer Chu He’s questions, she had already stepped into the abyss. She now stood in complete opposition to the Deities, her path of retreat severed.

Behind her was a bottomless cliff, with no way back.

Now, her only hope for survival was to cling tightly to Chu He,

pinning her hopes on this seemingly absurd plan to recreate an emperor in the Mortal World, a plan whose chances of success were as fleeting as a dream,

praying that, like a miracle, a turning point would truly appear.

Although deep down, she was still full of suspicion and felt the chances of success were minuscule,

like finding a needle in a haystack. It was a fool’s dream.

But right now, she had nowhere else to turn, besieged on all sides, with no other choice.

After all, this concerned whether she could continue to eke out a meager existence in this world,

whether she would have the faintest chance to resist the Deities.

If the plan succeeded, her Divine Format—shattered like broken porcelain and riddled with holes—

might even have a chance of being restored to its former glory,

allowing her to return to her peak and stand proudly in the world once more.

At this thought, Amaterasu took a deep breath, trying to swallow all her fear and despair. After composing herself, she answered truthfully, ”It’s in my palace.”

”Lead the way.” Chu He’s expression was cold, devoid of any warmth.

The two words were short and forceful, hard and direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

At this point, although Amaterasu’s body had recovered somewhat from her earlier meditation,

she was no longer so weak that she looked like she could collapse at any moment.

However, her entire being seemed to be tightly enveloped in a strange and inexplicable mist.

An indescribable feeling followed her like a shadow.

She knew clearly that if she made the slightest unusual move right now, even just trembling a finger,

Chu He would absolutely not hold back. He would strike without hesitation, instantly killing her and obliterating her soul.

Amaterasu was filled with grievance and confusion, unable to understand how she had fallen into such a miserable state. Her past glory seemed like an ephemeral dream, gone forever.

But the situation left her no choice. She could only grit her teeth,

swallow the bitter bile, and obediently follow Chu He’s command like a prisoner who had accepted her fate.

Not far away, Goto Taiji was hunched over like a thief with a guilty conscience, inching his feet forward cautiously.

His steps were as light as if he were treading on cotton, trying to slip away without a sound.

Panic seized his heart. He just wanted to flee this place of conflict, this living Purgatory.

But just then, Goto Taiji felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning from the sky.