Trials meant death (revised)
The Ghost King's murderous intent was fully revealed.
He saw in these young people a grand conspiracy and a great conflict.
Countless powerful figures from the God Court, masters from the Brahma Court, remnants of the Devil Race...
They must all be coveting reincarnation.
He was certain that this region was related to reincarnation; otherwise, it wouldn't have gathered so many powerful forces.
As the Ghost King, he would never allow anyone else to interfere in the matter of reincarnation!
Therefore, he wanted to eliminate these geniuses, believing that the giants hiding behind them would definitely not sit still.
At that time... he'll kill all those people too!
This time, their preparations in the underworld were extremely thorough. If those people really showed up, then the soil in his hand... would come in handy.
Perhaps, it could slaughter many divine kings and Brahma kings...
A massive hand pressed down on the heavens, causing the void to crumble and all realms to tremble.
Countless ghosts prostrated themselves completely, silent and unable to move, and the Ghost Lord all knelt down, their faces deathly pale.
Heavenly Darkness fell and the Mingzhi Ghost Monarch trembled, his ghostly body almost unable to withstand it.
This was a devastating blow, capable of destroying the entire Eighth Sub-Star Domain.
However, Lin Jiuzheng stepped forward.
He gripped the Peachwood Sword at his waist!
Facing the Heavenly Ghost, he held his Peachwood Sword and shouted:
Evil cannot overcome Righteousness!
The Peachwood Sword was thrust out.
Suddenly,
Boom!
The Peachwood Sword moved slightly, releasing a wisp of energy.
This wisp of energy was activated by Lin Jiuzheng using the Heavenly Master Art, a Way of Suppressing Evil.
However, though the energy was only a wisp, it roared like ten thousand waves, surpassing even the boiling of the sacred.
Where the Peachwood Sword pointed, the Ghost King's hand, which had been falling with earth-shattering force, vanished as if by light and shadow!
"No!"
"What is that...?"
"I'm about to be annihilated!"
At this moment, countless ghosts were terrified and trembled.
They were utterly awestruck by what they saw in the sky.
They all sensed... the aura of destruction.
All of this stemmed from that sword.
On the throne, the Ghost King's expression also changed drastically; he said, his face paling:
"Could this be the legendary Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword? How did it end up in your hands?!"
He was horrified.
The Celestial Master Dao is the most effective lineage in the Divine Realm at suppressing the Ghost Realm, and its most powerful magical artifact is the legendary Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword.
That sword was used by the Celestial Master Dao, the ancestral god. It is said to be stained with the blood of all evil in the world, and the god once slaughtered the ultimate giant in the ghost realm.
It can suppress the Nine Nether Yellow Springs!
At this moment, sensing the aura emanating from the sword, he instinctively thought of the Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword.
Because the sword's aura was too terrifying; he felt it... had transcended the realm of the King's Path.
Even beings surpassing the Ghost King would likely find it difficult to withstand.
"If a deity or a quasi-king-level celestial master were to wield this sword, I would turn and leave immediately, but you... you're wasting a divine artifact!"
With a loud shout, the Night Ming Ghost King rose from his throne.
"Night Realm descends, ravaging my Ghost Kingdom!"
As he rose, the stars in the heavens vanished.
Centered on the Night Ming Ghost King, his aura spread across the sky and instantly enveloped the entire forty-ninth universe.
Everyone... every star field, is in his ghostly realm.
Darkness, deathly silence, gloom... it was like a silent kingdom.
This is the Night Ming Ghost King, the demon realm of the Night Realm Demon King!
In this ghostly realm, he is the Ruler.
"Is this the king? The Ghost Realm is truly terrifying..."
Heavenly Darkness murmured to himself, his cultivation completely suppressed. He felt like a powerless fallen leaf, ready to die at any moment if the Night Ming Ghost King wished.
"Damn it... I, Mingzhi, haven't even slept with the female ghost yet, I don't want to die!"
The darkness descends, and only wails remain!
And at this moment, above the Night Realm.
The Ghost King had silently appeared above Lin Jiuzheng.
He coldly raised his hand and pressed it down!
Endless darkness, resentment, and deathly energy Lin Jiuzheng.
He has already fully unleashed his demonic power; even a god-king who enters his demonic realm will only face death.
Even if he can't destroy the Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword, he can still destroy Lin Jiuzheng!
At this moment, Lin Jiuzheng was in darkness, and the entire world had disappeared from his sight.
The ghostly aura obscured everything; he couldn't even sense the presence of his senior Senior Brother.
Loneliness, panic, and a sense of destruction... overwhelmed me.
He frowned deeply, for although the Peachwood Sword in his hand was indeed a divine weapon, he could no longer approach or find the Ghost King!
Even though the Celestial Master Dao can subdue ghosts, the difference in their cultivation levels is too great.
He was merely a god, yet he was facing Ghost King was two realms above him.
The next instant, he felt even more strongly that within the ghost realm, countless resentful and deathly energies contained an extremely evil power... that was about to be inflicted upon him!
Like a fallen leaf in a storm.
Like a small boat in a vast ocean tsunami.
Helplessness and despair crept in.
Lin Jiuzheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, his hair whipping wildly, his breathing disordered, his eyes bulging, and he seemed to be convulsing!
The Peachwood Sword in his hand was stained red with his blood and had slipped from his grasp.
"No..."
Lin Jiuzheng writhing and curled up, howling in pain, as if being devoured by a ghost.
His eyes were red, as if he were about to die.
"Hehe, what a pity."
In the Night Realm, the Ghost King slowly appeared, a cold smile on his face, utterly smug.
"If you were allowed to grow, you would surely become a great threat to our Dead Land in the future. Unfortunately, your path is cut off today."
"I still have to thank you for bringing me the Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword... Destroy this sword, and the Celestial Master Dao lineage will be finished!"
He landed before the "Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword," but hesitated to touch it.
Even though no one was controlling the sword, he still feared it.
If he were to forcibly pick it up... he might get hurt.
But the Night Ming Ghost King gritted his teeth. "Even if my soul is half destroyed, I will bring this sword back to the Dead Land!"
This sword is of paramount importance; it is the very foundation of the entire Celestial Master Dao. Destroying it would be of utmost importance to the entire Ghost Realm.
He stretched out his bone claws and grabbed the Peachwood Sword!
"The Ancestor Heavenly Master Dao Divine Sword... I've got it!"
The Night Ming Ghost King!
But, in that very instant!
He suddenly felt... the sword in his hand seemed to be boiling!
"Town!"
Lin Jiuzheng, who was previously "convulsing" and "in pain," suddenly shouted.
A powerful aura surged from the Peachwood Sword.
"Ah--"
The Ghost King let out a shrill scream, and his bone claws vanished instantly.
His body was shattered into pieces and turned to dust.
The Ghost King's soul hurriedly rose from his skeletal body and retreated rapidly!
You lied to me!
"You big liar!"
The Ghost King cursed angrily, filled with resentment!
He understood everything now. He had been fooled by this young Daoist priest. From beginning to end, the other party had been acting, putting on a show for him.
The goal was... to lure him close to the sword!
After all, as the Ghost King, he resides within his own ghost realm. Even if Lin Jiuzheng wields High God, he cannot approach or find him, rendering his efforts futile.
Just when he thought Lin Jiuzheng was finished, he fell into the other party's trap.
Now, his most precious physical body has been destroyed, and his soul is severely injured...
His cultivation level... has fallen below the King Realm!
He only possessed the strength of a quasi- Ghost King.
He was practically going crazy. He had been careless and had suffered such a great loss at the hands of a mere junior Daoist priest!
His hundreds of thousands of years of arduous cultivation have been wasted!
Lin Jiuzheng had already stood up, grabbed the Peachwood Sword, and laughed:
"They say ghosts can easily deceive people... but it seems you're not so good at it."
Just now, although he held the Peachwood Sword, he was extremely passive.
Unable to approach the Ghost King!
Moreover, his cultivation level is insufficient, making it too difficult for him to unleash the power of the Peachwood Sword. Even if he could break through the ghost realm with the Peachwood Sword, he would probably be unable to harm the Ghost King's core.
So, taking advantage of the Ghost King's attack, he bit his tongue and sprayed his pure Yang blood onto the peach Peachwood Sword, causing it to resonate!
This method allows him to connect with the Peachwood Sword for a brief moment.
The Ghost King... was also deceived by his acting, after all, it was too realistic.
Now... he succeeded.
Upon hearing this, the Ghost King, who had already fled far away, became even more enraged.
He wished he could devour this Daoist priest alive!
However, when he saw Lin Jiuzheng raise his sword again, he panicked, his face changed drastically, and without hesitation, he turned to flee.
He dared not attempt a direct confrontation again, because he knew that trying would mean certain death!
As Ghost King, besides his astonishing cultivation, the most important quality is decisiveness—knowing when to flee.
They escaped; there's still a glimmer of hope.
Lin Jiuzheng had already shouted:
"Sword Suppresses All Evil!"
A Peachwood Sword, at this moment, seemed to be emanating thousands of righteous and awe-inspiring auras.
The endless darkness of the Night Realm was suddenly torn apart, like the curtain of night itself.
The demon realm has been shattered!
At this moment, the universe regained its light!
Feeling the pressure of this sword strike, countless ghosts trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground!
Even the Ghost King, having lost his skeletal body and had his cultivation severed, could not withstand this aura and knelt on the ground in terror!
I didn't have time to read the previous chapters before they were automatically published from the drafts... which caused an error. It has now been corrected.