The Heavenly Kings were the strongest immortals and patriarchs of the greatest sects; they had such an understanding of Dao that they could largely comprehend the will of the heavens. So when they saw the slightest change in the will of the heavens, they rushed to the source of the calamity.
In truth, Bai Mo was despised by the heavens, and when he took control of Fang Yuan, he provoked the wrath of the heavens. This wrath and hatred manifested as destructive lightning, but this wasn't a problem for him. In fact, he had counted on this calamity to escape potential dangers. Naturally, he knew a way to get rid of the lightning. However, the main problem was the presence of the Heavenly Kings.
Bai Mo gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. Then, having no other choice, he returned to the surface. He was clearly no match for the Heavenly Kings, so he had to come up with another plan.
Seven old men in silk robes hovered between the ground and the sky. While lightning and storms raged around them, they indifferently looked at the ruined city.
The Murim members were trapped and destroyed one by one. There was no safe place. Bai Mo realized that escaping the eyes of the heavens was impossible. Wherever he went, the eyes of the heavens followed him.
But since the Heavenly Kings didn't know the reason for the wrath of the heavens, he might have a chance. However, Bai Mo underestimated them. When he tried to escape with the girl and the fox, the lightning focused on him. That was enough for the Heavenly Kings to identify the source of the calamity.
One of them moved his hand slightly. His wide sleeve danced in the air. The lightning calmed down a bit. The seven kings approached Bai Mo.
The first question that occupied their minds was:
"How could a child cause such unrest in the heavens?"
However, the destruction of Bai Mo was the will of the heavens.
And no one could escape the will of the heavens.
"I'm sorry, child… this is the will of the heavens…"
One of the Heavenly Kings said in a calm but deep tone.
Bai Mo was truly in trouble. Although he managed to defeat the death squad, that battle had exhausted him.
The Heavenly Kings chained him.
Chains not made of iron but of sacred light.
His skin burned. There was no escaping these chains. Bai Mo screamed. He cursed and blamed everyone. His head buzzed. He had no thoughts left to use.
"Since the heavens don't want me alive… I'll fulfill their wish!!!"
Bai Mo took a deep breath. This was his last trump card.
The Heavenly Kings looked at each other in surprise.
Bai Mo smirked at the sky.
Suddenly, his skin cracked, and his flesh turned black. His eyes, which had shone like rubies until that moment, lost their color.
"He's… he's turning himself into a zombie!!! Stop him…" one of the Heavenly Kings said angrily.
All seven of them frowned in anger and immediately bombarded the area with their spiritual power. Zombies were a kind created by dark magic. A zombie was very different from an undead. Undead were the dead brought back to life at the will of a necromancer, while zombies were living beings who sacrificed their essence for immortality.
Becoming a zombie was Bai Mo's last resort. Turning into a zombie wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but in that situation, he had no other choice. If he didn't do it, he would die in the worst possible way, even with the Healing Gu.
Zombies had no lifespan. They didn't progress due to the decay of their body and soul. Their brains didn't produce many thoughts, and they were very ugly and terrifying. However, zombies weren't easily killed; if they lost a part of their body, they could regenerate it and weren't affected by curses.
Bai Mo couldn't accept that he had to resort to this humiliation; even with the many limitations in Fang Yuan's body, the path to advancement was still open to him. Most importantly, Fang Yuan's thoughts were abundant, and he was at an age where his thoughts were rapidly produced.
Usually, becoming a zombie was the last resort. Once you became a zombie, you couldn't easily regain your humanity. Worse, becoming a zombie reduced the power of the will. The reduction of thoughts directly related to the reduction of the will's power. When this happened, there was no guarantee that Bai Mo could keep control of Fang Yuan's body.
The Heavenly Kings bombarded the area. Everything there, from stone and steel to corpses, was destroyed. After they stopped attacking, a huge cloud of dust rose. A large crater formed, and everything was shattered.
"The wrath of the heavens has subsided… the boy is dead," one of the Heavenly Kings said.
Another Heavenly King spread his aura in the crater and set it on fire.
"Killing a zombie is difficult… although this time we were lucky that he was in the early stages of becoming a zombie."
"But how did he know dark arts?" another said suspiciously.
However, there was no clear answer. The clouds parted, and the sun shone in the sky. The seven Heavenly Kings quickly left. Nothing remained of the city but ruins; the fox and the girl were the only survivors of the battle. As the sun rose from the depths of the dark blue sky, a cool breeze blew, spreading black smoke throughout the city.
The immortal aperture was unique to Gu path cultivators. A large cavity that acted like an inner world. A hidden storage space that could be Bai Mo's trump card. Fang Yuan had awakened on the Gu path, so naturally, he had an immortal aperture.
The immortal aperture was a very large space that acted like a warehouse. High-level cultivators and wizards had storage rings, but rings could be stolen. However, the advantage of the immortal aperture was that it couldn't be easily plundered.
Before returning to the surface, he had considered the worst-case scenario. Someone who considers the worst-case scenario doesn't complain about things getting tougher; Bai Mo was aware of this principle and always adhered to it. Bai Mo transferred the corpses on the ground to his immortal aperture. Then he returned to the surface with the girl and Xiao. He knew he couldn't escape the wrath of the heavens, so he immediately distanced them and fled in the opposite direction.
Bai Mo tested his luck this way. He mixed some of his aura with the girl's aura to perhaps deceive the calamity of the heavens and the Heavenly Kings, but his plan failed.
In the end, he was caught, and all escape routes were closed. Bai Mo waited a bit to assess the situation. Apparently, the Heavenly Kings didn't know the reason for the calamity and looked at him with doubt.
Although Bai Mo was in Fang Yuan's body, this wasn't easily understood; because he was a will and could hide among Fang Yuan's thoughts. However, the heavens didn't want Bai Mo's will to control anyone. However, his opponents weren't ordinary cultivators. Bai Mo guessed they had realized the unusual nature of the situation. After all, which child could summon a heavenly calamity? He was clearly a will or a cultivator using rejuvenation techniques.
Just when it seemed there was no hope, Bai Mo performed his last trick. It was a terrible gamble, but he had no other choice. He broke the sacred framework of life and turned himself into a zombie.
When the heavens trembled with rage, the kings immediately targeted Bai Mo. But this was exactly what he wanted; an all-out attack.
Bai Mo immediately activated the Fixed Travel Gu and pulled the corpses from his immortal aperture. He teleported to a point farther from the fire and restored Fang Yuan's will.
Thus, the wrath of the heavens subsided. The Heavenly Kings, seeing the bloody soil, concluded that Fang Yuan was dead and had no reason to stay there.
Xiao and the mute girl also left after failing to find Fang Yuan's body. Thus, the city vanished from the face of the earth, and the remaining Murim army camped outside the city fled.