The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World - Chapter 116: The Origin of Psionics?

Deep within the underground base of the Science City Building, the city’s leader, the City Lord, sat intently watching a screen that displayed the Science City Building as a veritable hell on earth. His right hand caressed a massive red button, his expression growing feverishly manic.

“Come forth, come forth! All high-level zombies and supernatural creatures, come to me!” he roared, slamming the button down.

An ultrasonic wave, inaudible to normal humans, immediately radiated out from the Science City Building, rippling towards distant realms.

All zombies and supernatural beings that heard this call instinctively converged towards its source. To them, the sound seemed to announce: “Dinner is served!”

The City Lord cackled maniacally.

“Kill, kill,” he hissed. “Blood and bones will construct its body. Wails and screams will nourish it. It will be the grandest creation of Science City.”

“Oh God, do you see?” he shouted upwards. “I am about to create a level eight…”

His laughter echoed until it was abruptly cut off.

Bang!

The steel door, twenty centimeters thick, was punched through. Another hole followed immediately after.

Crack!

In the next moment, the steel door was forcibly torn open by a pair of powerful arms.

The City Lord’s laughter stopped abruptly as he incredulously turned towards the entrance. A tall figure, flanked by three robust forms, sauntered in as if strolling in a serene garden.

“You… weren’t you on the surface?” he stammered. “How did you appear here so suddenly?”

The City Lord’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Chu Xuan, sneaking a few glances at Hu.

The twenty-centimeter-thick iron door had been penetrated with a single punch, as though it were no more substantial than a paper window.

Chu Xuan surveyed the man. He had assumed the City Lord, who even a level six Superhuman would not dare to challenge, was at least a level seven or eight Superhuman. It turned out he was merely a level six.

“Are you the City Lord?” Chu Xuan asked nonchalantly.

The City Lord took a deep breath and responded solemnly, “Yes, I am the City Lord.”

“Cultivator, may I address you as such?” he ventured.

Chu Xuan replied indifferently, “A dead man may call me whatever he wishes.”

The City Lord burst into a wild, somewhat demented laugh. “I will die, and so will you!” he exclaimed. “We shall all become nourishment for the level eight supernatural being!”

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“I had planned to kill all the members of the Science City Building and transform them into nourishment for the level eight zombies once my plan succeeded,” he continued. “You have actually aided me!”

Chu Xuan tilted his head, observing him with a hint of pity. He calmly suggested, “Take another look at the screen. See how much flesh remains on the ground.”

Startled, the City Lord turned his gaze back to the screen. To his shock, he saw swarms of blood-red bees invading the Science City Building. Wherever they passed, all the corpses’ flesh vanished, leaving behind only stark white skeletons. Even the flesh that had splattered on the floors, walls, and ceilings during the slaughter was meticulously cleaned, as if licked clean like a yogurt lid.

“This… this…” The City Lord’s body swayed, nearly toppling over from the incredulity of it all. The blood bees, functioning like automated cleaning robots, had scrubbed every trace of flesh so thoroughly it defied logic.

Taking a deep breath, the City Lord pleaded earnestly, “Spare my life, I know where the ancient vessel is…”

Snap.

His head was crushed effortlessly by the ghastly claw of a ghost. The headless body thumped heavily onto the ground.

Chu Xuan looked at the corpse and pronounced flatly, “I know where it is, no need for you to tell me.”

There was a profoundly strong Psionic point within the underground base. It was obvious, even without much thought, that the ancient vessel was located there.

Chu Xuan strolled leisurely towards it, heading deeper into the underground base. Access was guarded by a password and a secret door, known only to the City Lord.

Around the door, two machine guns were set up, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets should anyone enter the incorrect password.

However, they posed no threat to Chu Xuan.

“Hu, it’s all yours,” Chu Xuan said casually.

With a roar, Hu charged forward, braving the streams of bullets from the Gatling guns, twisting their barrels into twisted metal. The sturdy password-protected door was also torn apart by his single hand.

Only then did Chu Xuan stride in. Soon, he reached the deepest layer of the underground base. There, he beheld the thing—a massive life form assembled from countless limbs. It was hard to describe in human language exactly what it was. If one had to label it… a Nightmare Amalgam?

Chu Xuan instantly discerned, at the core of the corpulent entity, a damaged device. This device continuously emitted intense psionic energy. It was the presence of these richly vibrant psionics that stitched the myriad severed limbs together, preventing them from falling apart.

At that moment, perhaps sensing the presence of living beings, the sixteen eyes on the corpulent entity simultaneously snapped open.

“Die!”

The same word erupted from its twenty-two mouths. Six massive hands slammed down violently as if Chu Xuan were but a fly that could be swatted dead.

Whoosh!

A streak of blood suddenly flashed.

In an instant, it severed the six enormous hands. Blood gushed forth in an instant.

Chu Xuan felt a pang of heartache. Such a waste of blood.

In the next moment, he saw the damaged device suddenly emit psionic fluctuations. The wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the six hands had regrown!

Chu Xuan’s eyes lit up. An endless supply of flesh and blood?

“Hmm? Die!”

The corpulent entity, momentarily stunned, failed to comprehend how its forceful palms had not crushed the tiny fly. It growled lowly, swinging its arms down once more.

This time, Chu Xuan took action himself. The Evil Soul Chain shot out, blasting through the arms to reach the damaged device. Then, wrapping around it, he yanked fiercely.

A pitiful wail immediately emanated from the corpulent entity. It was as if its root were being ruthlessly pulled outward by Chu Xuan.

“Quite tight. Huikong, use some strength.”

Chu Xuan instructed.

Roar!

Huikong suddenly appeared and the force of the Evil Soul Chain burst forth. With a snap, the damaged device was directly pulled out.

In that instant, the corpulent entity seemed as if its backbone had been extracted, utterly collapsing.

The so-called eighth-tier supernatural creature, as described by the City Lord, was no match for even a mid-stage demonic beast in Chu Xuan’s presence. In a flick of his fingers, it was effortlessly slain.

“Is this the origin of the psionics?”

Chu Xuan examined the damaged device, deep in thought.