Talisman Reincarnation - All My Clones Are Dao Ancestors-Chapter 37: A second fall

Teigu didn’t care about the mans words, to him, they sounded like the last words of an idiot.

He waited patiently, acting like he was listening, as the man slowly moved to the corpse he had just cleaned.

The man took out a butcher’s knife and was just about to cut off an arm when he suddenly felt a weird sensation in his belly.

It was similar to the pain of before, but he didn’t think much of it "Am I hungry already? So fast? After this is done, I’ll enjoy a great meaty meal, heh, with this guy dead, his house probably has quite a few things left.

As long as I don’t touch his wife, the others won’t care about me taking a few things."

He didn’t care anymore and raised his knife, and with a strong force, he cut at the armpit, the arm nearly falling off.

Just as the man was about to reach out and catch it, suddenly, he saw a purple light appear in his vision.

Before he had a moment to react, a weird sensation spread across his belly –

It was painful but for a moment, the purple light that appeared seemed to stop in the air, not moving further...

Just as the sensation in his belly became stronger, right then, another purple light flew out of the arm!

It moved even faster, nearing his eyes and covering them with its light...

Once more, a sensation spread across the man’s belly! This time, it was strong excruciating pain, as if something was about to break out!

As if by command, the first butterfly stopped its move towards the head and instead rested on the belly, covering it with its light.

The second butterfly paused in front of the eyes and, after flapping its wings several times, it exploded!

Purple particles spread across the whole body of the mortal man, seemingly forming a veil around him, restricting any movement.

Just as the man was in a state of extreme confusion and pain, a third butterfly flew out of the corpse.

It directly reached to his head, passed the veil and entered instantly.

From outside, the butterfly above the belly exploded, forming a dense line of light that entered the belly. The veil focused and cantered around the belly, as if forming a shield.

Teigu, on the side, once again entered the dream space. This time, it was three little feet kicking him, barely pushing him a step back.

In the other space, the man, who had just been in extreme pain, had closed his eyes at one point.

His breathing eased and he calmed down, seemingly about to fall.

Right then, Teigu saw his belly trembling several times, as if something inside was about to break out.

But as time passed, the breathing of the man fully eased, while the belly ceased to move.

In the end, there were only slight tremors on the thin vein.

A few moments later, a purple butterfly flew out of the man’s head, flying towards Teigu’s hand.

Another butterfly came out.

As if long relatives saw each other, the transformed purple butterfly flew to the original butterfly.

At the moment of contact, the transformed butterfly melted and fused with the original butterfly.

On the original butterflies’ body, a purple light appeared. I was brightly shining the butterflies’ head.

Just as it was shining a second light seemed to appear, reflecting it. It was in the centre of the butterflies’ body, seemingly having woken up from the connection with the new second light.

[It seems my guess is right. The creator of the cultivator said this seven-night butterfly blossoms at the seventh stage, taking seven cultivator’s lives at each stage.

But he seems to have forgotten those realms beyond these seven stages.

While I don’t know whether there is a transformation at the eight stage, since it’s a transcendental art, the complete form of seven nights should enable it to ascend to immortality.

But, what if, the seven nights didn’t start with the first stage?

Below the first stage is the ’Mortal-Stage’.

Although cultivators don’t see it as a stage, but the origin of all cultivators is mortals.

No matter what, we start as mortals and only ’awaken’ our spiritual roots later.

In addition, there are various paths that start in the mortal stage.

So in this consideration, mortals should and are indeed considered a whole stage!

Did the creator miss this? Or maybe he just didn’t mention it and left it for others to decide?

Hmm, no. If he knew of this, he would’ve included this matter to gain more points.

Haha, it seems that those cultivators at the higher stages really don’t consider the cultivators at the lower stages. For them, the sixth and seventh stage might be similar and not worthy of further refinement, but for me, this changes the matter wholly!]

Fu Xian thought a lot about things.

He knew the importance of fulfilling the ’First Night’ of the seven nights, and he had a general idea of the strength of the fully transformed butterfly that completed all seven nights!

[Seven, he needs a total of seven kills... unfortunately, only humans who have spiritual intelligence can be used. Only beasts of higher stages can be used, else, killing a few rabbits and pigs would be all it takes.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

The plan was set anyways, this small change won’t affect us for now.]

Just as Teigu watched the butterfly circling around his finger, he suddenly felt an urge, as if telling him to move on and complete the plan!

Then he suddenly stopped... looking at the corpses, he was a bit hesitant.

But the hesitation quickly disappeared.

He closed his eyes and gathered his power. With a thought, he imagined this corpse exactly the way the corpse of last week were handled: cut, bled and packed.

The butterfly that was flying around just now suddenly turned into a streak of light.

This time, it was faster, its actions even more precise.

With a flap of its wings, it would cut through flesh and bones.

It grabbed the arms and legs with its feeble six legs, but still somehow flying swiftly around the room.

In just a few moments, the work that took the man over an hour was done extremely fast.

Although it was a bit rough, Teigu didn’t think it mattered.

He had an excuse in mind.

Then he looked at the corpses deeply and a thought struck him...

Doing the same as before, couldn’t he quickly end it?

Just as he wanted to do so, another thought entered his mind:

The ’nightmare’ of before was a joke. It was pure power used inefficiently.

But the village chief was definitely stronger. Could he kill him with such a rough way?

To truly kill him, a real nightmare has to descend!

This thought spread across his mind and he instantly started planning a nightmare.

While doing so, he also performed the ritual, creating a total of fourteen butterflies.

It seemed like this was his limit – seven butterflies per purple light.