The ten-thousand-foot Ghost Emperor bent forward.
Peach blossoms fell.
Myriad petals drifted down.
It was as though one stood amid a sea of flowers.
Countless rays of floral light descended upon the figure within the boundary.
Legend had it that before the ancient Gate of Ghosts stood a peach grove, separating the world of the living from the underworld. The peach trees rooted themselves for three thousand miles. It was a paradise beyond the world, and also the sturdiest barrier.
At this moment, someone strolled through the peach grove. None could tell whether the visitor was human or ghost.
The strange phenomenon in the peach grove gradually faded, and the ocean of flowers flowed like streaming light into that figure.
The red-haired Ghost King reforged his body.
Unknown divine patterns flowed across his bluish-white skin.
The outer Dharma robe was clearly not woven from ordinary material. Was it not the manifested divine ability of the Undying Dao Body engraved upon his flesh—the Hell Robe?
The Hell Robe absorbed numerous divine abilities. Now it had further adapted to the pressure of the cultivators, flowing with a profound black radiance as though it had become the sturdiest armor.
The might of the Undying Dao Body became ever more apparent.
After Dharma and body became one, the power that overshadowed all heroes burst the mysterious chains around Tu Shan Jun. The flesh scoured away by Buddhist light transformed into Baleful Intent and grew back anew.
The Ghost King raised the sacred weapon again.
The Immortal Lord formed a hand seal.
He rubbed a drop of blood from his fingertip.
He softly uttered, "Blood Curse Chases the Soul, art calculates the birth hour!"
The Undying Eyes seemed to pierce through the mysteries of yin and yang, life and death.
It was as if the