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Chapter 359: Strange Turn of Events Mournful Echoes

Finally, outside the ruins, there was no trace of corpses.

Instead, there was desolation and silence.

Li Fan didn’t forget his objective. After briefly searching the ruins again without finding any useful information,

he marked the site, chose a direction, and flew off again, skimming the ground.

Two days later, Li Fan found a new ruin in the sea of mist.

The scale of this ruin was several times larger than the first one.

The scene of countless corpses piled up was even more tragic.

The expressions on their faces were so vivid that Li Fan felt as if he was witnessing the massacre firsthand.

Suppressing the surge of emotions in his heart, Li Fan conducted a routine search around.

Although he still did not find any valuable information, a few bodies in the sea of corpses caught his attention.

Most of the cultivators in the first and second ruins had died instantly.

Apart from the expressions of terror and despair on their faces, they left no information.

But among these many people, there were one or two whose cultivation was relatively stronger.

Before their deaths, they stared with resentment and unwillingness in a certain direction.

It seemed that the presence that took their lives was right there.

Even after many years of death, they maintained this posture.

Coincidentally, it pointed the way for Li Fan, the outsider, in the white mist.

Thus, following the direction indicated by the corpses, Li Fan flew rapidly for a day and found the third ruin.

Following the same method, Li Fan traced the path of the killer, moving forward all the way.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth…

Until his supplies were only enough to last for three more days.

By then, Li Fan had encountered eleven ruins filled with corpses one after another.

On his way to the twelfth ruin at high speed,

something strange happened.

Originally flying forward rapidly, it didn’t take long for him to find himself back at the eleventh ruin.

After finding the mark he had made earlier, Li Fan confirmed it was not an illusion.

So he set off again.

The result was the same.

He circled back to the starting point.

Li Fan pondered for a moment, not panicking.

He attempted it for the third time.

This time, he slowed down and kept sensing the position of the eleventh ruin as he flew.

Finally, he understood what was happening.

At a certain point in his flight, something unknown caused

his forward direction to instantly and seamlessly reverse.

In the first two attempts, Li Fan hadn’t noticed and thought he was still flying forward.

In reality, he had already turned around.

Naturally, it didn’t take long before he returned to the original starting point.

At this moment, Li Fan stood with a serious expression in front of the area that caused the change.

He flew into it, and his body’s position didn’t change.

But the eleventh ruin, which he sensed to be behind him, unknowingly appeared in front of him.

Li Fan frowned slightly, turned around, and flew backward, trying to move away from the eleventh ruin again.

But it didn’t take long for his direction to get confused again.

However, Li Fan now had experience, constantly keeping the eleventh ruin behind him.

Constantly adjusting his direction, he moved forward.

With much effort and after another two days, he finally reached the twelfth ruin.

This ruin was the largest among all the ruins.

But in the outer area, there was no trace of corpses.

When things are abnormal, there must be a reason.

Li Fan remained vigilant and explored toward the center of the ruins.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

In this isolated maze domain, even the demonic sounds from the Abyss couldn’t reach here.

Besides the noises he made, Li Fan hadn’t heard any other sounds for a long time.

But as he approached the center of the twelfth ruin, a sudden rustling sound made his hair stand on end.

Through the white mist, which had somehow thinned a bit, Li Fan saw the ground not far away.

A cultivator lay on his back, but his limbs were twisted downward in a bizarre manner.

His hands and feet were irregularly broken.

His toes and fingers were twisted together like pretzels.

Yet, with these creepy limbs, the cultivator crawled around in circles slowly and with difficulty.

Tirelessly.

It was unclear how long it had been going on, but it seemed it would never stop.

Seeing this monster that had survived for who knows how long in the white mist, Li Fan felt a chill down his spine, and his heart stopped.

Holding his breath, he slowly retreated.

However, the twisted monster seemed to have extremely keen senses.

It immediately noticed the presence of an unfamiliar guest.

Its drooping head snapped up, folding onto its belly.

Then it turned 180 degrees, staring directly at Li Fan with its face.

Seeing the monster’s face, Li Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

The monster’s features were completely upside down and misplaced.

Its two eyes were where the mouth should be, and they bizarrely roamed around the face.

The nose was embedded inside its head.

And the mouth, constantly moving as the eyes shifted, was full of bloody human faces.

The twisted monster, despite its deformed body, moved extremely fast.

Its hands and feet constantly moved, and in a moment, it was right in front of Li Fan.

The monster’s grotesque bloody faces in its mouth seemed about to cover Li Fan’s face the next second.

Li Fan roared, “Die!”

He unleashed a series of Five Elements Annihilation Swords.

While retreating rapidly, he continuously attacked with the Annihilation Sword.

To Li Fan’s horror, the black sword light, which had always obliterated everything, had no effect on the monster.

It rushed at him even faster.

Even after Li Fan unleashed a hundred sword lights in one go, the monster took them all without any signs of injury.

“Damn it!”

Seeing the twisted monster about to pounce, Li Fan cursed inwardly, ready to activate his true essence.

The next second, something unexpected happened.

The twisted monster reached Li Fan, but instead of attacking, it knelt down.

It kept kowtowing.

While kowtowing, it also let out mournful wails.

Its roaming eyes wept bloody tears.

It seemed desperate to say something.

But with a mouth full of crying, changing bloody faces, it couldn’t express its thoughts.

“What is going on?”

Li Fan looked at the monster still kowtowing and wailing in front of him, still shaken.

Momentarily out of danger, Li Fan stopped activating his true essence.

But not understanding the situation, Li Fan didn’t act rashly.

He patiently tried to decipher the monster’s sobbing sounds.

“Heaven…”

“Doctor…”

“?”

Listening closely, perhaps influenced by the long exposure to the demonic sounds of the Abyss,

Li Fan heard these two words from the monster’s mouth.

Suppressing his shock, Li Fan attempted to ask.

“Heavenly, Doctor?”

The twisted monster let out a heartbreaking wail and violently slammed its head onto the ground.

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    Maybe M.C is called that because he will repair the heavens by reintroducing the old method where people were cultivating by understanding the Dao without plundering it!?
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    This guy and mr bai
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    Chapter 359 — The Twisted Wailing of a Grievous Wrong

    Beyond the ruins, the trail of corpses finally vanished.

    In their place stretched a wasteland — barren, silent, utterly lifeless.

    Li Fan had not forgotten his purpose. Before departing, he turned back and searched the ruins once more, carefully combing through what remained. When he found nothing of value, he marked the site, chose a direction close to the ground, and resumed his flight.

    Two days later, amidst the boundless sea of mist, he discovered another ruin.

    This second ruin dwarfed the first several times over — and accordingly, the heaps of corpses were far more dreadful.

    The faces of the dead were so lifelike, so vivid in their final terror, that Li Fan felt as though he stood amidst the massacre itself.

    He forced down the tremor in his heart and, as before, searched the ruins methodically.

    Again, no clues — nothing of worth.
    But within that ocean of corpses, a few bodies caught his attention.

    Most of the cultivators (xiūshì, 修士) in the first and second ruins had perished in an instant. Their faces were frozen in fear and despair, leaving behind no other sign of what had happened.

    Yet among so many, there were always one or two of greater cultivation — those whose spirits burned stronger.

    Those few had not died peacefully. Their eyes, wide with resentment and unwillingness, were all fixed in the same direction — as though the one who had taken their lives stood right there.

    Even after countless years, their corpses still held that posture.

    And to Li Fan, a stranger wandering the mists, those dead eyes pointed the way forward.

    Thus, following the direction their hatred indicated, Li Fan flew swiftly through the fog. After a full day, he reached the third ruin.

    He repeated the same process — tracing the path of slaughter, ruin after ruin.

    The fourth.
    The fifth.
    The sixth...

    Until his remaining supplies would last only three days, he had already discovered eleven ruins, each one piled high with the dead.

    It was on his way toward the twelfth ruin that the strange occurrence took place.

    He had been flying straight ahead at full speed — yet before long, he found himself once again before the eleventh ruin.

    Finding the mark he had carved earlier confirmed it was no illusion.

    So he set out once more.

    And again — the same result.

    He circled back to his own mark.

    Li Fan frowned but did not panic.

    On his third attempt, he slowed his pace, maintaining constant awareness of the eleventh ruin’s direction through his divine sense (shénshí, 神识 — a cultivator’s spiritual perception).

    Only then did he understand what was happening.

    At some unseen point along his path, something had twisted the very direction of space — seamlessly, without warning or trace — turning his “forward” into “backward.”

    Each time before, Li Fan had flown on, unaware, believing himself to be advancing — yet in truth, he had already turned around.

    Thus, inevitably, he returned to the start.

    Now, he stood before that invisible region, face grave.

    He took a step forward — his body did not move, not truly. But in an instant, the ruin that had been behind him appeared ahead.

    Brows furrowing, Li Fan turned and flew the other way, attempting once more to escape.

    But after a short while, his orientation warped again.

    This time, however, he was ready.

    Keeping his awareness locked on the ruin’s position, he continually corrected his course, forcing his way onward through shifting space.

    It took him two more days of painstaking navigation, but at last, he reached the twelfth ruin.

    This ruin was the largest of all.

    Yet strangely — not a single corpse could be found near its perimeter.

    When something defies pattern, it conceals a demon, Li Fan reminded himself, and his spirit grew taut.

    He advanced toward the heart of the ruin.

    Silence surrounded him.

    In this isolated Miyu — this sealed world — even the demonic resonance (mó yīn, 魔音) of the Chizha Abyss could not reach.

    He had long grown accustomed to hearing nothing but the sound of his own breath and footsteps.

    But as he neared the center of the twelfth ruin, a faint, rasping shuffle echoed through the mist.

    Li Fan’s entire body tensed; every hair on his neck stood on end.

    Through the now strangely thinning fog, he saw it.

    A cultivator lay sprawled on the ground, face turned upward — yet his limbs were grotesquely bent backward, folded against his body at impossible angles.

    His arms and legs were broken, knotted, twisted upon themselves like strands of rope.

    And with those horrifying, inverted limbs, the figure was crawling in slow, endless circles — tireless, ceaseless, unending.

    Li Fan stared at the thing that had once been a man, and a chill deeper than death seized his heart.

    He held his breath and retreated silently.

    But the creature’s perception was unnaturally keen.

    It sensed him immediately.

    Its drooping head gave a sharp crack — flipping backward, twisting until its face turned toward its own abdomen.

    Then it rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees and looked directly at him.

    The sight froze Li Fan’s breath in his chest.

    The creature’s facial features were utterly distorted — its eyes had grown where its mouth should be, and those eyes drifted constantly across its face, never still.

    Its nose had sunken deep into its skull.

    And its mouth — oh, its mouth — shifted along with the wandering eyes, opening and closing ceaselessly.

    Inside were not teeth or tongue, but countless bloody, weeping human faces, writhing within.

    Though its form was shattered and twisted, its movement was horrifyingly fast.

    Its limbs scraped against the ground in a blur, and within moments, it was upon him — the grotesque mouth of blood-faces mere inches from Li Fan’s own.

    Li Fan roared, “Die!”

    The Great Five Elements Annihilation Sword (大五行寂灭剑) erupted in a storm of black light, sweeping again and again as he retreated.

    Yet what he saw next chilled him to the core — the black swordlight that had once erased all things left not even a scratch upon the monster’s flesh.

    The sound of bones grinding and twisting echoed from within its body, a dreadful rhythm.

    It did not care.
    It pressed forward faster.

    Li Fan unleashed hundreds of sword strikes in one breath. The creature endured them all — without injury.

    “Damn it!” he cursed under his breath, preparing to unleash Huánzhēn (还真 — a forbidden art that manifests true essence beyond illusion).

    But before he could act —

    The twisted creature suddenly halted.

    Then, shockingly, it knelt.

    It pressed its misshapen forehead to the ground, again and again, in desperate kowtows.

    A low, sorrowful wail escaped its throat — not rage, not hunger, but grief.

    Its wandering eyes wept tears of blood.

    Its mouth — filled with those crying faces — opened and closed frantically, as if struggling to speak.

    But only sobs emerged.

    Li Fan stood frozen.

    “What… is this?” he murmured, pulse hammering.

    The creature continued to kneel and wail before him.

    Seeing that it made no move to attack, Li Fan eased his breath and halted the invocation of Huánzhēn.

    He listened.

    Between the sobs, faint syllables seemed to emerge — broken, barely coherent.

    “Tian…”
    “Yi…”

    Heaven… Physician?

    Li Fan’s mind reeled. Am I hearing this right?

    Suppressing his shock, he asked softly,
    “Heaven… Physician?” (Tiān Yī, 天医 — “Heavenly Healer”)

    At his words, the creature let out a heart-rending cry — and smashed its head violently into the ground.


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    End of Chapter 359 — The Twisted Wailing of a Grievous Wrong


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    But why
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    They should add a horror tag.
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    So Heavenly doctor is one of the main villains of this area MC is exploring???
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      Also these places.... They might be like the Cloud Sect. Anomaly's which have been sent to this space by the "Heavenly Doctor"
      The reaction of the creature to the black light, which is similar to the Black blade inside of the the Giant Turtle Patriarch, kind of adds to this theory!
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    Old monster
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      My guess
      Mr Bai is Heavenly doctor
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        That would be terrifying
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          it would make sense in a way, had a same hunch, I also think that perhaps Mr. Bai is the person behind the immortal-mortal miasma and that would also make sense then he is heavenly doctor
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            Your hunches are pretty good. The life in the latest chapters will tell you which is true,
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            All I can tell is expect the unexpected.
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