Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

A calm, peaceful yet majestic aura was spreading.

As the golden light kept surging upward, Zheng Yi could clearly see countless Divine Buddhas standing upon layer after layer of steps, all ascending together, bowing with cupped hands.

And upon the scene that unfolded, Divine Buddhas full of compassion and mercy stood in the void, the entire emptiness shrouded in Buddha light, as if this were a Buddhist Holy Land, like the legendary Sumeru Mountain, Little Leiyin Temple.

Yet in this moment, heaven and earth mourned together; countless Golden Arhats and Golden Body Buddhas all revealed the sorrow of lamenting heaven and earth.

As the scene continued to advance, Zheng Yi saw a majestic Sumeru Spirit Mountain appear within his field of vision.

Zheng Yi’s gaze flickered, sensing something amiss, for those Golden Body Buddhas before his eyes, each radiating dazzling Buddha light, still carried a chill within their eyes.

𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Had it been someone else, they might have thought their tracing back to the origin had gone wrong, that they had locked onto the wrong target; after all, that firmament full of Divine Buddhas and the countless Golden Body Buddhas showing pity for the world were displayed right before their eyes, and did not seem false.

They would already have begun doubting themselves, wondering whether they’d pursued the wrong direction.

But Zheng Yi’s gaze remained icy; he seemed already to have anticipated something, and suddenly exhaled a breath from his mouth.

That breath flowed and fell precisely upon the Yin Yang Tai Chi Ball shrouded by the Four Immortal Slaying Swords Sword Array.

At once, endless Power of Chaos surged forth, the void shattered with a thunderous roar, and the scattered fragments of sky were like shards of countless mirrors, splitting into innumerable eerie images before him.

"Break!"

In an instant, all falsehood was shattered; every illusory Illusion Realm was swept away into smoke and nothingness.

When that blanket of golden radiance dispersed, in the blink of an eye, everything changed utterly, the scene transformed.

What stood before him was no so‑called Sumeru Spirit Mountain; instead, endless void was veiled in black, the all‑pervading Chaos Space transformed into a Demon World.

A White Bone Tree thousands, tens of thousands of zhang tall stretched out countless black roots like giant pythons, yet also like a monster growing from the tentacles of a colossal Octopus, covering heaven and earth, annihilating the void, devouring everything it could seize.

That White Bone Tree was no plant; its entire body was constructed from innumerable white bones, its gigantic form like a great mountain, propping up a heaven and earth within the Chaotic Air Flow.

Upon every layer of the White Bone Tree, countless Demon Fiends appeared; those Demon Fiends were feasting ravenously on the white bones in their hands, grease dripping from their mouths as they bit fiercely, trampling black hair beneath their feet, with human skins hanging from the tree like sails, and tendons, torn out one by one, laid to the side—blood‑soaked and muddy—truly a White Bone Hell.

The entire White Bone Tree was simply the most terrifying "Devouring Mother Tree," faintly emanating the wails of countless living beings; that agony of death did not end with the cessation of their lives. Instead, their Spirits were all swallowed by this dreadful Devouring Mother Tree—never entering Reincarnation, never able to dissipate—endlessly suffering the torment of Origin Evil Power eroding them.

Through endless mist, Zheng Yi saw clumps of Spirits, their death visages grotesque and ferocious, surging like storms and blotting out the sky, exuding a constant outflow of black air currents that circled ceaselessly around the Devouring Mother Tree, crying out in despair.

Amid such wails, those Demon Fiends of savage temperament seemed to grow even more excited, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they dragged one living being after another out of the dungeons—whether human or other creatures—tearing their bodies asunder, blood spraying, making the pale mountain of bones appear all the more gaudy and terrifying.

"As expected, all things fall into corruption, everything is but illusion—this is the true Demon Realm!"

Zheng Yi’s gaze was ice‑cold; a horrifying killing intent swept through the Four Realms and Nine Continents, felt by countless believers.

Through the tracing of causality, wherever his gaze reached, the entire Devouring Mother Tree teemed with tens of millions of Divine Abominations; terrifying Demon Shadows nearly filled the entire scene.

Waves of surging Sinful Power gathered directly in the sky; the heaven and earth wrapped by the Chaotic Air Flow were shrouded in a terrifying Evil Realm, finally turning into a lightless blackness.

Yet at the very top of the Devouring Mother Tree, the scene was of another kind.

A lotus rises from the mud unstained, bathing in clear waters without becoming妖.

Beneath endless filth, there emerged a vast pure‑white lotus, and upon that lotus sat cross‑legged an incomparable beauty in the image of a Bodhisattva.

Her jade‑like hands were slender, her body draped in white gauze, her figure straight and proud, her features exquisite, as if carved from White Jade; white lotuses bloomed all around her, holy beyond compare, shrouded in boundless Buddha light.

Yet such a sight could deceive others, but not Zheng Yi.

In his eyes, it was another scene entirely.

White bones paved the earth, forming a colossal white‑bone pyramid; upon a throne piled high with gleaming bones sat a White Bone Skeleton, its form as pure as White Jade, radiating a sacred aura, yet bearing six eyes.

This was the Lord of Divine Abominations.

A great Bodhisattva, a Great Arhat of the Buddhist Sect, after falling, left a wisp of remnant soul that absorbed ten thousand filths and coalesced into this peerless abomination!

Unable to ascend to the Upper Realm, unable to descend to the Lower Realm, it could only wander within the crevice of the Cosmic Sea between the two realms, drifting through endless void, forever sinking into ruin; thus it harbored a profound malice, seeking to drag all things into the abyss of Reincarnation and corruption!

"This is...the master of the Devouring Mother Tree, the Ninth Jialuo, the White Bone Bodhisattva!"

In an instant, information about that Lord of Divine Abominations flooded directly into Zheng Yi’s mind.

For him, this was also his first step into the Cosmic Sea, his first entry into this void and chaotic space, utterly ignorant of the so‑called distribution of powers.

Yet under the blessing of the blood‑colored eye, the instant he saw the opponent’s True Body, the origin of endless mysterious information reflected into his eye; in a flash, he understood the identity of this Lord of Divine Abominations.

The master of the blood‑colored eye had once been an inconceivable Chaos God-Demon, one whose terror enshrouded an entire Star System; even after three to four hundred years of parasitizing the Great Feathering Dao Fruit, Zheng Yi still had not fully mastered it.

Yet with billions of believers and endless incense breaths, offered in worship day and night, he had gradually become tainted with its Origin Qi, so it was no surprise he could wield a portion of its abilities.

What made him feel he had gained something, however, was that this was the first time he had revealed the marvel of the blood‑colored eye through an external object; its Innate Void Breaker ability could trace causality and see through the true nature of all things—this was what defied comprehension.

For Zheng Yi, this was an immense gain.

And the unexpected revelation of that Lord of Divine Abominations’ identity was another layer of information.

"Buzz!"

As the ruler of that space, the master of the entire Devouring Mother Tree, during Zheng Yi’s tracing of causality, as his gaze fell upon it, the White Bone Bodhisattva seemed also to sense something. It suddenly lifted its head; the six eyes upon its face instantly converged into a single gaze, staring directly in this direction.

In a heartbeat, their gazes pierced the barrier of endless time and space, tore through storms and chaotic currents of spacetime, and clashed together.

At the same time, a tiny black glow appeared in the hand of the White Bone Bodhisattva.

In that instant, both sides understood the causality.

It turned out that the White Bone Bodhisattva had released a strand of Origin Evil Power to seek out an external planet for invasion; after being defeated, the master on the other side began to trace back to the source and followed the trail here.

In truth, the Devouring Mother Tree roamed the Star Realm of the Cosmic Sea, devouring the Ten Thousand Realms; no world caught by it had ever survived.

Even if Zheng Yi had not traced back, had not struck first, under the reaction of this Origin Evil Power, the White Bone Bodhisattva would still have pursued relentlessly, invading worlds and corrupting all things—that was its very mandate, and the source of the nourishment it required for survival and evolution.

Crack!

The scene clearly could not withstand the clash of aura between two great powers; with a shattering sound, it broke into thousands of mirror‑like fragments, and the image completely dispersed.

And above the Incense Fire Divine Kingdom, upon the Thirty-Three Heavens Beyond the Heavens, Zheng Yi’s expression instantly grew grave, as he said coldly:

"I’ve finally caught hold of your tail."