A Patrolling Ghost General Blocks the Way
Chen Changqing casually waved his sleeve.
A Pure Yang Gang Wind swept out, crushing the remaining dozens of ferocious wolves into dust.
The world fell silent once more.
A few scattered AFK AFK Points notifications popped into my mind, but they were so few as to be negligible.
These low-level inanimate objects, which are not even at the Golden Core Stage, can't provide much benefit at all.
Chen Changqing did not linger there. With a stomp of his foot, his figure transformed into a black streak of light that clung to the ground, speeding off in the northwest direction guided by the Soul-Guiding Lamp.
Under the dark sky, a fierce Yin Baleful Intent howled, carrying a pungent, malevolent aura.
Chen Changqing sped northwest.
Along the way, they passed many desolate White Bone Plains and lifeless Blackwater Swamps.
On the outskirts of this vast Ghost Domain, all sorts of bizarre and vengeful Fierce Ghost roam freely.
Some of them are several meters tall, pieced together from the severed limbs of countless innocent mortals. Others are simply a wisp of flickering, highly poisonous phosphorescent light, which will explode upon approaching any living being, corroding the surrounding area into a desolate wasteland.
Chen Changqing suppressed his aura to the extreme.
The Pure Yang Soul-Protecting Jade emitted a faint glow, firmly locking in the life force on his body, making him appear and feel more like a Yin-attribute Cultivator practiced a special Cultivation Method.
The low-level undead creatures without any consciousness along the way were completely unaware of his presence, letting him whiz past them.
Half an hour later.
The flame on the Soul-Guiding Lamp suddenly began to shake violently.
The flames, which had originally been pointing straight to the northwest, began to spin in place, their light flickering.
Chen Changqing lowered his escape light and stopped above a mountain of bones made up of countless enormous Demon Beast skeletons.
He looked down and examined the Soul-Guiding Lamp in his hand.
"The fluctuations of the divine soul are disrupted here."
Chen Changqing frowned slightly.
The land ahead was an eerie purplish-black color, with many bottomless cracks crisscrossing the surface. Intense Yin Baleful Intent and deathly aura burst forth from the rifts, gathering into a thick layer of Purple Mist in mid-air.
The Spatial Laws in this region are extremely unstable, and it is filled with naturally formed spatial fissures.
It was these Spatial Turbulences that completely disrupted Xiaoqian's remaining aura, making it impossible for the Soul-Guiding Lamp to accurately pinpoint her location for a time.
You must find a local Ghost Cultivator familiar with the terrain nearby to ask for directions.
Just as they were pondering this, a series of rhythmic, deep hoofbeats suddenly came from the depths of the purple fog ahead.
Tap tap tap.
The heavy hooves pounded on the hard, white bone floor, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
Accompanying the sound of horses' hooves was a chilling, imposing military aura.
Chen Changqing looked up.
The Purple Mist ahead slowly parted, and a troop of Yin Soldier cavalry clad in heavy black armor strode out from the fog.
This cavalry unit consisted of only about ten men.
They rode the Netherworld Nine Nether Underworld Horses, whose eye sockets burned with blood-red ghostly flames, and wore heavy armor forged from Ten-Thousand-Year Yin Iron, the surface of which was engraved with dense Soul-Binding Runes.
Each of the Yin Soldiers held a twelve-foot-long Soul-Hooking Long Halberd tightly in their hands, their bodies radiating deathly aura, and their cultivation had all reached the Late Spirit Transformation.
At the very front of the group stood a tall, burly man.
This man rode a black-scaled demon leopard with three heads, wore a blood-red cloak, and carried a heavy black Heavy Sword entwined with the faces of countless wronged souls.
His cultivation aura was released without reservation, revealing that he had reached the Middle True Lord Stage.
"The Patrolling Ghost General?"
Chen Changqing stood atop Bone Mountain, looking down at the group of people.
The group of Ghost Cultivators were dressed in uniform armor, each with a pale white Mandala Flower embroidered on their chest. They were clearly a regular patrol guard from a large force within the Nine Nether Ghost Domain, not the scattered bandits from the outside world.
At the same time Chen Changqing spotted the other party, the leading Middle True Lord Stage Ghost General also noticed the commotion on Bone Mountain.
The Three-Headed Ghost Leopard beneath him suddenly stopped, its six blood-red beastly eyes fixed on the white-robed figure atop the mountain.
The Ghost General slowly raised the heavy black Heavy Sword in his hand, pointed it in Chen Changqing's direction, and uttered cold, hoarse syllables.
"The smell of a stranger."
"It's truly astonishing that a living True Lord could actually pass through the Ten Thousand Souls Barrier and infiltrate this Shattered Void Bone Plains."
As the Ghost General finished speaking, the dozen or so heavily armored Yin Soldiers behind him simultaneously pulled on the reins.
Splash!
More than ten long, deadly Soul-Hooking Long Halberd were pointed at Chen Changqing in unison, their chilling military aura soaring into the sky and instantly dispersing most of the Purple Mist above.
The Ghost General curled a cruel, bloodthirsty smirk at the corner of his mouth, and with a slight tremor of his Heavy Sword, the vengeful faces on it emitted a shrill scream.
"No matter which Ancient Teleportation Array you came from, you outsider rat."
"Now that you've entered the territory of the Dark Moon Ghost King, your physical body will belong to my mount."
"As for your Primordial Spirit... it's perfect for feeding the Hundred Ghosts Soul Devour Sword in my hand!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost General suddenly squeezed the belly of the black-scaled ghost leopard beneath him.
Boom!
The Three-Headed Ghost Leopard unleashed surging netherfire with its four hooves, its massive body transforming into a black lightning bolt as it carried the Ghost General and furiously charged towards the summit of Bone Mountain.
In mid-air, the Ghost General's jet-black Heavy Sword slashed down fiercely from above.
"Ghostly Divine Ability - Ten Thousand Souls Heavenly Burial!"
In an instant, tens of thousands of Fierce Ghost and vengeful spirits sealed on the Heavy Sword broke free, transforming into a black storm of vengeful spirits that blotted out the sky, accompanied by piercing shrieks of the souls, tearing at Chen Changqing's Sea of Consciousness from all directions.
This move is a top-tier soul-attacking Supreme Lore native to the Nine Nether Ghost Domain Realm.
Ordinary Cultivators from the outside world, unfamiliar with the strange changes of the Ghost Domain's Divine Ability, will have their souls and intelligence devoured in an instant once this storm of Ten Thousand Souls invades their Sea of Consciousness, turning them into walking corpses.
The dozen or so heavily armored Yin Soldiers following behind also swiftly dispersed on their ghost horses, throwing out strands of black chains from their Soul-Hooking Long Halberds, forming a Soul-Locking Grand Formation in the void, sealing off all possible escape routes for Chen Changqing.
The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, clearly demonstrating that countless powerful creatures that had strayed into this place had been killed using this method over the years.
Faced with this overwhelming storm of Ten Thousand Souls, Chen Changqing's expression remained completely calm.
He stood quietly atop the mountain of bones, letting the piercing sonic waves wash over his protective aura.
"The Dark Moon Ghost King?"
Chen Changqing murmured.
Looks like I'm in luck; I've already encountered a prominent local force as soon as I stepped into the depths of the Ghost Domain.
This saved him the trouble of searching blindly everywhere.
The storm of Ten Thousand Souls roared in.
Countless Fierce Ghosts, baring their fangs and claws and carrying extremely yin energy, slammed into Chen Changqing's face.
The Ghost General, at the Middle True Lord Stage, already wore a savage grin, clearly confident of victory.
In his view, these self-proclaimed True Lord Cultivators from the outside world often have flashy methods but lack sufficient spiritual defense. They simply cannot withstand the unique Yin Soul Devour Divine Ability of the Nine Nether Ghost Domain.
However, in the next instant, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
The white-robed youth standing atop Bone Mountain didn't even draw his weapon; he simply raised his sword fingers and casually pointed at the void ahead.