Chapter 84: Reincarnation (Part Three)

At present, an increasing volume of intelligence from the Primordial Era poured into Luo Zu’s mind. He rejoiced, yet felt as though treading on thin ice. Although he himself had evolved and progressed, his horizons had widened, and the levels he could access were rising. In the grand scheme, however, he remained but a small fry in the primordial world—those towering figures above him could crush him with effortless ease.

Still, there was no need for excessive anxiety. For now, it seemed that any great calamities, if they existed, were not on the verge of occurring. He and humanity could continue to gather strength, preparing for the possible disaster that might someday descend.

A strange cackle shattered Luo Zu’s contemplation.

The two monsters’ lips began secreting mysterious fluids, then they collapsed to the ground, giggling and snickering like a pair of fools.

“Die, die, die, I’m going to die,” the three faces of the monster called Qing showed no hint of the despair his words conveyed.

Yet Luo Zu knew his desire for death was genuine.

It was difficult for Luo Zu to grant him this wish; even if he allowed his body to perish, his lingering soul would still be collected, never allowed to return to nature and find release.

“Who stabbed you with this weapon?” Luo Zu pointed at the iron rod lodged in Qing’s chest.

“A member of the Witch Tribe, someone I don’t know,” Qing replied.

Luo Zu nodded and asked no more. With a tap of his finger, he shattered Qing’s three heads.

Then it was Ding’s turn.

“I… I don’t want to die,” the bull-headed little demon, who had earlier wept and sought death, now sobbed.

“Well, you needn’t die,” Luo Zu said, nodding.

He cast a healing spell upon Ding, mending all his wounds.

Though a seventh-tier healing spell couldn’t raise the dead, it could swiftly restore injuries of this degree. After all, such magic had reached the point of stealing nature’s own secrets; even if only a fraction of that power was present, its effects were extraordinary.

“Ah… oooh,” Ding cried out in relief as his injuries healed.

“Thank you, thank you!” Ding knelt, his other three pairs of legs raising his rump high in a peculiar posture.

“You’re welcome,” Luo Zu replied with a smile.

Suddenly, Ding’s vision went black, and he found himself in complete chaos.

“Where am I?” Confusion was written all over his bull face.

No answer came, and even his voice failed to carry; the words vanished before leaving his lips.

“Better let me die…”

Back in Luo Township, Luo Zu observed Ding, the bull-headed little demon, who wailed ceaselessly in the chaos.

This little demon was smaller than Qing, the many-headed monster, and Luo Zu provided him with special spiritual energy so he could remain longer in the Pocket World. Yet he was still rejected and oppressed by that world—he could not stay for too long.

The main issue was that the Pocket World was not large enough to hold such a “giant beast.” Ding was over five meters long and weighed about ten tons, while the world, though vast for its fifty li, could only accommodate beings up to one and a half meters tall.

Among the “Cave Dwellers,” only infants could hide within; children over ten years old were often too tall to enter.

Still, Luo Zu believed that, given time, his cultivation would further deepen, and his Pocket World would advance again. Eventually, it would hold adult humans from the primordial age, and he would finally feel some measure of safety in this wild land.

Should calamity strike, Luo Zu could whisk all the “Cave Dwellers” into the Pocket World and escape swiftly.

The reason Luo Zu spared the bull-headed demon was to keep a living specimen for experiments regarding the demon clan. As for soul-related research, he already had volunteers and needed no new members.

Upon returning to his cave, Luo Zu prepared a chamber for Ding and released him from the Pocket World, settling him there.

To avoid commotion, Luo Zu placed an enchantment upon him and used the Pocket World’s power to isolate him from the outside. Ding would perceive himself as still trapped in the lower, chaotic realm of the human world.

Meanwhile, Luo Zu manipulated Qing’s soul.

Qing’s soul was of particular research interest.

The notion of reincarnation might begin in Luo Zu’s own humble world.

He sent Qing’s soul intact into the womb of a primordial demon. When the fetus began to form and its mind awakened, Qing’s soul took residence in its brain.

Yet the fetus, still muddled, could not endure Qing’s soul, forcing the soul into dormancy and prompting its mother to provide extra nourishment.

Qing’s soul, meanwhile, altered the demon fetus’s body, striving to make it suitable for his soul, and to imbue it with the traits of his original spirit.

This bizarre process continued in the Pocket World for a full month.

Yes, the process was swift, faster by six months than the gestation of others of the same species.

Luo Zu observed the entire birth, monitoring Qing’s “rebirth” daily.

He supplied Qing with spiritual energy; otherwise, the physical body of Qing’s “mother” would have been drained before the birth.

Giving birth to Qing was a formidable challenge.

His body had changed so dramatically that his weight was three times that of his peers.

Moreover, Qing’s appearance differed greatly from others of his kind. Most notably, his head: to suit his soul, he grew three heads.

Not six, because the souls of his other three heads had been severed; thus, even in rebirth, he could only grow three.

The three heads were unlike before: one was a snake’s (from his maternal line), one a bear’s, and one a bull’s (from his paternal line).

Such an absurd outcome arose because, for reasons unknown, these demons lacked reproductive isolation.

They could mate and reproduce across major species barriers.

Luo Zu thus gained new insight into the origins of the strange, hybrid creatures populating the primordial world…

At Qing’s birth, a phenomenon swept the wasteland.

At midday, the sky seemed drenched in blood.

Scarlet clouds covered the sun, frightening many demons and attracting the attention of the wild tribes living nearby.

They deduced that with the celestial anomaly, and coupled with the previous purple aura filling the sky, change was coming—perhaps a great catastrophe was imminent.

Gurgle, gurgle!

Qing landed on the ground.

His form was so bizarre that no demon dared pick him up.

In the end, an elderly snake demon used her tail to lift him, holding him overhead.

“This is an auspicious sign! It must be offered to the master!”