Myriad Forms Nether Mountain, Ghost Emperor's Mausoleum (Part Two)

Netherworld earth, foul land of the underworld.

If the Netherworld of old had been a vast haze of ghostly qi, its murky miasma soaring into the heavens, it had at least still been a tranquil place. The ghost cities had been silent and orderly, and though the depths of that darkness held countless evil spirits and demons, they could only wander there in their stupidity, unable to burst from the Netherworld to bring calamity upon the mortal realm, much less approach the ghost cities and disrupt their order.

But now, Calamity Aura and murky miasma covered every corner of the Netherworld. The Yellow Springs had grown foul, its waterways clogged everywhere. Evil spirits ran rampant, while ghost gods performed bloody sacrifices again and again.

The Netherworld had become a foul land, with war rising on every side.

Murky miasma pervaded the air, and a blood-red aura shrouded heaven and earth. Corpses and ruins lay scattered throughout the foul Netherworld.

At that moment, from within a stretch of ruined, mist-shrouded land in the Netherworld, a solemn and clear Dao voice suddenly rang out.

"Yellow-Black Heavenly Saber, sever!"

As the words fell, a thousand-zhang heavenly saber blazing with resplendent, magnificent light cleaved through the chaotic fog, sweeping aside the accumulated miasma and ghostly qi.

The thousand-zhang heavenly saber, condensed from golden light and profound qi, fell straight down and slew a ghost god on the spot.

The ghost god was annihilated, and another deep saber scar now cut across this land of ruins.

Shen Yao stepped out from the parted fog, casually picked up a piece of ghost jade, then gazed into the distance. "Where have we chased them to?"

Ji Hong emerged from the mist. Looking over their surroundings and comparing them with the markings on the map, he could not