When Luosa woke up from unconsciousness, he found himself in a rather awkward state.
He could feel the existence of his body, but he could not move a single fraction of an inch. His immediate reaction was that he was paralyzed, since his last memory was of a passenger bus rushing head-on toward him.
He hadn't died from that? He couldn't help marveling at his own hard-luck resilience, but this kind of full-body paralysis where he couldn't move at all was probably more agonizing than death.
Yet very soon, he realized something was wrong. Even if someone were paralyzed and bedridden, someone else still had to feed them!
Although Luosa had no sense of time right now, he could still feel that a very long time had passed, and yet he had never once felt anyone turning his body over. Could it be that he had been pronounced dead and buried straight away?
After a long while more, Luosa felt that things were becoming increasingly wrong. Had it been three days or five days since he last ate? How was it that he didn't feel hungry in the slightest?
Luosa still didn't understand his condition, nor did he know what on earth he could do. Out of sheer boredom, he actually began to ponder some ancient Chinese metaphysics he had encountered in the past.
Call it paralysis or call it being buried alive, modern technology was definitely completely useless now. Researching a bit of metaphysics might actually give him a glimmer of salvation; when a person is in a desperate situation, they inevitably treat a single piece of straw as a life-saving hemp rope.
Yet this research didn't matter, but it actually led him to crack the doorway. A strange piece of memory suddenly flooded into his consciousness, and the massive amount of content nearly caused his mind to collapse.
After experiencing pain akin to his soul being torn apart, Luosa discovered that an art called "Forty-Nine" had appeared in his mind.
Although the name sounded terribly tacky, the contents left his liver trembling in shock: the Great Dao numbered fifty, and the Heavenly Dao operated with forty-nine, leaving one escape route representing the variable. And this "Forty-Nine" was capable of calculating all the myriad changes and endless futures controlled by the Heavenly Dao!
Luosa looked blankly at the contents of "Forty-Nine", feeling simply that his walnut-sized brain capacity was nowhere near enough. The contents within were obscure, difficult to understand, and extremely complex—even advanced calculus was mere child's play compared to it.
However, aside from his consciousness, Luosa couldn't move a single thing, so he could only slowly study the contents within "Forty-Nine". With every single reading, he gained a sliver of extra comprehension.
A thousand years passed just like that, and Luosa finally mastered the most basic method of divination, attempting to find a way out for himself. Yet it would have been fine if he hadn't divined anything, but once he did, it left him utterly speechless.
One hundred thousand years from now, someone would come to open his coffin and raise his corpse, and this person was his destiny, who would help him get through the three disasters and six calamities, and ultimately survive the world-destroying tribulation. Only then could he seek life from death and transform his corpse back into a human.
Luosa was speechless. So as it turned out, he really had been buried! But for someone to come grave-robbing a hundred thousand years later—this was simply absurd!
Putting aside the matter of someone grave-robbing him for the moment, what on earth did those subsequent words mean? Could it be that he hadn't thoroughly died and was actually capable of resurrection?
Luosa once again began to divine, except he was not calculating the future, but rather the past. He wanted to know how on earth he had been buried, and what exactly had happened after he was struck by the large truck.
If nothing went wrong, this divination was bound to go wrong. The corpse that was buried was not his, but rather a Son of Heaven of the Underworld from the Taixuan Realm. Having failed to attain immortality during his lifetime, he had buried himself within the Devil's Den, wishing to borrow the power of the nether earth and demonic energy to be reborn.
This Son of Heaven of the Underworld was ruthlessly extreme. Failing to attain immortality, he sought the demonic path, entering the Dao through a corpse to seek another lifetime, intending to forge himself into an eternal Demonic Zombie Body. To heighten the resentment within the Devil's Den, he had even buried a million troops along with him as funerary sacrifices!
Only, somewhere along the way something went wrong: the body of the Son of Heaven of the Underworld became a Demonic Zombie Body, but his soul was dissolved instead, allowing the accidentally snuffed Luosa to occupy the magpie's nest.
Luosa was instantly speechless. He stopped divining the body's past and once again began to divine his own true past. That content was much simpler: he had died on the spot after being struck by a large truck while performing a chivalrous act.
"What the hell!" Luosa's soul began to curse wildly. At this moment, aside from what the hell, he couldn't say a single other thing. Everyone else who transmigrated became immortals and patriarchs, yet when he transmigrated, he bloody well became a zombie?
Becoming a zombie was one thing, but why couldn't he move? He had to wait a hundred thousand years for someone to come dig up his grave, and by that time he would still have to say "thank you" to them, right?
Although he felt extreme dissatisfaction in his heart, Luosa had no alternative. When divining the past of the Son of Heaven of the Underworld, he had already learned that he had transmigrated into a fantasy world, one that possessed countless terrifying mighty figures capable of destroying the heavens and the earth with a flick of their wrists.
The reason this Son of Heaven of the Underworld chose to walk the corpse path and become a demon was because his imperial court faced enslavement by mighty figures. Uncompromising and fierce, he preferred to shatter as jade rather than remain intact as tile; even if it meant the destruction of the vast dynasty he had built with his own hands, he would never act as a dog for those strong practitioners!
Luosa felt helpless in his heart. His transmigration had shattered the possibility of the Son of Heaven of the Underworld being reborn, but since he had borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul, according to the metaphysics of his previous life, he had already incurred karmic ties. In the future, if he could ascend to the absolute peak, he would definitely seek out that mighty figure to exact vengeance and repay the karma owed to the Son of Heaven of the Underworld.
Still, he would have to wait at least a hundred thousand years. Who knew if that mighty figure would still be around, and if they died of old age before he could even get out, then how the hell was he supposed to repay any karma?
One hundred thousand years was enough to accomplish many things. Luosa's body was capable of absorbing nether energy and demonic energy on its own; what he needed to do right now was strengthen his soul and thoroughly fuse with the possessed zombie body.
No cultivation technique? That didn't matter. "Forty-Nine" was capable of seizing the creation of heaven and earth. Luosa continuously calculated his path of the soul, extracting a miraculous art named the "Soul-Refining Great Technique" from the future.
Luosa read through the "Soul-Refining Great Technique" a hundred times until he finally gained a trace of comprehension. Although his comprehension ability was extremely poor, he knew full well that he had one hundred thousand years of time—let alone himself, even a pig could practice it to the point of flying through the heavens.
Another thousand years passed, and he had already completed the nine refinements of the soul within the miraculous art.His three souls and seven po were incomparably solid, and his connection with the Demonic Zombie Body grew increasingly tight. At the same time, his comprehension of "Forty-Nine" deepened further, enabling him to divine even more things.
Among them, the one he cared about most was the three disasters and six calamities. Yet no matter how he tried to calculate it, he could only deduce that one of the six calamities was a human calamity. However, this also proved that the more mastery he had over "Forty-Nine", the more things he was able to divine.
Having practiced the "Soul-Refining Great Technique" to its absolute peak, he once again divined the future to search for techniques. Yet in the future he beheld, he saw a woman whose beauty was so extreme that it was simply difficult for him to look upon her directly.
Upon seeing such a beauty, even the number-one goddess of his longing from his past life lost all her appeal. He accelerated his divination of the future, only to suffer a backlash that nearly tore his soul apart. If not for the blessing of the Soul-Refining Great Technique, his soul would have already scattered into oblivion by this point.
Luosa felt a lingering wave of terror. He hadn't expected that forcefully divining the future would carry such risks, but who on earth was that woman? Why did he have a tendency to lose control the moment he laid eyes on her? Could she possibly be the human calamity?
He couldn't guess the truth for the moment, but he wasn't panicked either. As long as he thoroughly comprehended "Forty-Nine", figuring out that woman's identity would be effortless.
Luosa operated the Soul-Refining Great Technique to repair his backlashed soul, and then immediately switched directions to divine once more, searching for an even more profound soul-related miraculous art.
Right in the middle of his divination, a flash of enlightenment suddenly crossed his mind: why not first look for a method to enhance one's comprehension?