In the Underworld, the rumble of thunder echoed as the cyan-faced, fanged ghost-god transformed by Chen Shi climbed out from atop Black Pot and looked around. He saw billowing dark smoke and a pitch-black, massive volcano erupting with magma and demonic fire.
The flames illuminated his face, casting a dark red hue over his cyan countenance.
A wave of heat hit him in the face; even though they were far above the ground, the heat was enough to steam a person alive.
This volcano was truly massive, far larger than Black Pot, almost blocking his entire field of vision. Amidst the rolling dark smoke, lightning intersected—that was Yin lightning, not mortal thunder.
Mortal thunder was called Yang thunder, pure Yang, utterly rigid and strong, indestructible. A single bolt of thunder could strip away all Yin energy.
This Yin lightning, however, was different.
The thunder contained Yin-evil energy; striking a living creature would melt its flesh and bones, and striking a cultivator would damage their Dao foundation and strip away their cultivation!
A cultivator of low cultivation would instantly have their soul severed and seized, dying an unnatural death!
The most vicious aspect was that Yin lightning would also damage talent and comprehension. Even a person of peerless brilliance, once struck by Yin lightning, would become dull-witted, their comprehension and memory becoming as terrible as a stubborn stone.
Chen Shi glanced at the boat girl beside him. He saw that the ghost-god transformed by the boat girl was also a Yaksha—cyan-faced and fanged, with a completely bald head and red hair growing only near the neck. Red beard grew along her cheeks and jaw, making her a head taller and much sturdier than the Yaksha he had transformed into.
The boat girl was a female Yaksha, wearing a black belly-band that