After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1415

As soon as you step into the city lord's mansion, a chilling aura mixed with death and blood rushes towards you.

The protective light of the west courtyard flickered, and dozens of corpses were lined up upright in the courtyard. Their bluish-black skin was taut like leather. Even though they were bound by runes, wisps of black energy still seeped out from their bodies and fell to the ground, etching black spots into the bluestone slabs.

Qin He walked slowly closer, his gaze sweeping over the corpses, the gold and black lines in his eyes twitching almost imperceptibly.

They were all suppressed fierce corpses.

The corpse is an ominous sign; this is an ironclad rule that spans the Eastern Lands, the Abyss, and the Upper Realm.

Just as night inevitably falls, as long as corpses remain, there is a possibility of strange occurrences.

If it is near an ominous place, the probability will increase exponentially.

Crematoriums and crematorium workers became standard features in any city.

The names may differ; in the East they are called Corpse Burners, in the Abyss they are called Corpse Burners, and in the Upper Realm they are also called Corpse Burners, or Burners, Burners, etc.

But this profession of dealing with the dead has never disappeared.

There are many cultivators in the upper realm, and most ordinary mutated corpses are dealt with casually by them.

After all, no matter how ferocious the corpse is, it is still an inanimate object. If one person is not enough, two will do, and if two people are not enough, they will attack together and eventually destroy it.

There's only one type of person who would be sent here, waiting for Qin He to take action.

No bones!

Qin He crouched down and lightly touched the arm of a corpse with his fingertips.

It felt as hard as iron; instead of the softness of flesh, it was a cold, sluggish sensation at the fingertips.

He applied a little force, and his knuckles emitted a faint golden-black light, leaving only a shallow mark on the corpse's skin, which was instantly repaired by the corpse's black aura.

Ordinary fire won't burn it.

This is the strange thing about the Unmelting Bones. Ordinary flames falling on its body are like water droplets poured on a stubborn rock, leaving not even a scorch mark.

This is why ordinary cultivators are unwilling to provoke them.

Burning a corpse is disrespectful to the dead, but it is the greatest respect one can give to a mutated corpse.

Qin He knew this all too well.

If you were to chop these corpses into mincemeat or smash them into pieces with swords and knives, it would only cause the ominous power within the corpses to erupt completely.

The supernatural is also a set of rules. Once this "decency" is broken, the resulting eeriness is far more troublesome than the corpse itself.

He stood up, and a faint golden-black law power slowly swirled around him.

It's been a long time.

A very faint smile appeared on Qin He's lips.

Cremating corpses can become addictive if done for a long time.

Flames danced between his fingertips as he watched the ominous signs vanish in the fire; over time, it became a habit.

My fingertips are starting to itch after not using them for a while.

"Everyone get out!"

Qin He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a powerful aura.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators on guard outside the courtyard immediately bowed and retreated, not daring to linger for even a moment.

They could sense that the aura of the Venerable One had changed. It was no longer the violent, fiery intent that had previously imitated Venerable Ziyang, but a deeper, more profound power, as if even the air itself had solidified.

Qin He raised his hand, and a lotus flame, interwoven with crimson and blue, quietly appeared in his palm.

Unlike before, this time, the moment the lotus fire appeared, it resonated with the laws of heaven and earth.

The clouds above the courtyard suddenly surged, and golden and black patterns of law seeped down from the clouds, like a fine spider web, covering the entire west courtyard.

Those unyielding bones seemed to sense the threat. Their originally still bodies began to tremble slightly, and their black aura surged as they tried to break through the restriction.

However, under the cover of the spider web of laws, as soon as these black wisps rose into the air, they were crushed by an invisible force and dissipated into wisps of green smoke.

"The supernatural is a rule, and so is fire. In my presence, it's best to behave yourself to save face."

Qin He chuckled and flicked his finger lightly.

The lotus flames transformed into dozens of tiny red and blue threads of fire, precisely landing between the eyebrows of each body that had not decayed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; the sparks landed on the corpse and penetrated directly into it.

The next moment, those bodies that had not decayed began to glow with a reddish-blue light from within, and within the light, the patterns of the laws of birth and death were clearly visible.

"Fuck-"

An eerie sound emanated from inside the corpse; it wasn't the crackling of flames burning flesh, but rather the muffled thud of ominous power being eroded by the laws of nature.

Those corpses, as hard as iron, began to slowly become transparent under the influence of the lotus fire, and the ominous black power entwined within them was being devoured and refined little by little by the crimson and blue flames.

The fluctuations of the laws between heaven and earth grew stronger, the golden and black patterns in the clouds became clearer, and the faint sounds of the laws could be heard.

The ground in the west courtyard began to tremble slightly, and the bluestone slabs that had been corroded by the corpse energy slowly regained their original color under the wash of the power of the law.

Qin He stood with his hands behind his back, the power of laws flowing slowly around him, controlling every strand of the lotus fire's power. He could clearly feel the ominous power within these unmelting bones, carrying a distorted aura of rules, attempting to resist the lotus fire's refining.

This is the essence of the supernatural: a twisted set of rules that exists outside of conventional laws.

A cold glint flashed in Qin He's eyes, and the spiderweb of laws in the air suddenly tightened, with countless golden and black laws merging into the lotus fire.

The originally thin red and blue flames suddenly swelled up and burst out from inside the corpses, turning into clusters of intertwined red and blue flames that completely enveloped each of the uncorrupted bones.

This time, the flames were no longer restrained; instead, they burned wildly with the domineering power of the laws of birth and death.

Those unyielding bones writhed violently in the flames, but could no longer maintain their form and began to dissolve little by little. Unlike ordinary burning, their dissolution left no ashes, but instead turned directly into wisps of pure energy, which were absorbed by the lotus fire.

Half an hour later, the dozens of uncorrupted skeletons in the west courtyard had disappeared without a trace.

The lotus fire slowly receded, returning to Qin He's palm. Within its crimson-blue aura, it seemed to shine even brighter than before.

The fluctuations of the laws governing heaven and earth gradually subsided, the clouds dispersed, and sunlight shone down again, dispelling the last trace of chill in the courtyard.