Ghost Immortal Descends, Secret Realm Opens
At the summit of a solitary peak, towering ten thousand feet high, a chilling wind howls.
The four warships stood across the edge of the Heavenly Nether Abyss, their energies intertwining and colliding, causing muffled explosions to continuously reverberate through the void.
The Rakshasa Ghost King stepped onto a blood-red warship, his body surging with blood and evil energy.
The Bone Demon Heavenly Monarch on the White Bone Battleship, the Thousand Poisons Old Monster on the Myriad Poison Flying Boat, and the Dark Moon Ghost Lord —four overlords who dominate one side of the Outer Domain— have gathered here.
The deathly aura of the entire world was drawn by these four Extreme Yin Laws, faintly forming four enormous vortexes.
Boom!
The Heavenly Nether Abyss Firmament trembled violently.
Without warning, a massive, thousand-foot-long rift suddenly appeared in the pitch-black sky.
There was no vast thunder, nor dazzling light.
Dark gray ripples spread out from the crack.
Wherever the ripples passed, the overwhelming pressure emanating from the Greater Ghost Lords was completely smoothed out.
The previously churning black mist in the abyss instantly froze.
High in the sky, a gaunt figure stepped out from the crack.
It was a long-haired man dressed in a grayish-white funeral shroud.
The man's face was sallow and bloodless, and his body was translucent, as if it were formed from the pure Deathly Stillness Law.
He Treading the Void, and with each step he takes, a pale white spider lily blooms beneath his feet.
A vast and heavy pressure emanated from the man's body.
The entire towering Heavenly Nether Abyss began to tremble violently, and countless rocks tumbled into the abyss.
That is a realm that surpasses Above Heavenly Monarch.
Ghost Immortal.
Equivalent to the powerful Tribulation Immortal mentioned by cultivators in the Yang Realm.
Chen Changqing leaned against the ship's railing, looking up at the man in white.
The Nine Nether Ghost Domain's foundation is indeed extraordinary.
For a small competition held in such a remote and desolate place Outer Domain, the Central Region Yama Heavenly Palace actually dispatched a true Ghost Immortal to oversee it.
With such an old monster present, if it were an ordinary Cultivator from the outside world, they would probably have been suppressed by that omnipresent extreme yin death energy, causing their Law Power to become sluggish.
The Twelve Primordial Spirits within Chen Changqing's body sat peacefully, their crimson gold and starlight flowing around them, completely dissolving the oppressive aura of the Ghost Immortals surging from the outside.
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
The four lords, who had been so arrogant just moments before, immediately withdrew their surrounding Principle the moment they saw the man in white.
Bone Demon Heavenly Monarch, Thousand Poisons Old Monster, Rakshasa Ghost King, and Dark Moon Ghost Lord all bowed in salute.
His words were filled with reverence.
In the Nine Nether Ghost Domain, the Ghost Immortal is the epitome of supreme power.
The reason why the Central Region Yama Heavenly Palace is able to command billions of Yin Souls and Ghost Race is because of these ancient beings who have crossed the threshold of life and death.
The man in white looked down at the four giant warships below with an indifferent expression.
The time has come.
"As ordered by the Yama Heavenly Palace, I have come to oversee the grand competition for the ownership of the Heavenly Nether Abyss mineral veins."
"Gather the candidates you have selected."
The white-robed man's voice was extremely hollow, echoing in the Sea of Consciousness of all the Ghost Cultivators.
Bone Demon Heavenly Monarch stepped forward first, followed by three other figures.
Leading the group was none other than the young master, Gu Li, flanked by two Half-Step Heavenly Monarch experts clad in heavy white bone armor.
On the Myriad Poison Flying Boat, Poison Boy, accompanied by two strange black-robed figures exuding a pungent, fishy stench, took to the air.
From the direction of Rakshasa City, three young Ghost Cultivators strode out, each wielding a blood-red Asura halberd, their bodies radiating a powerful aura of killing intent.
On the Dark Moon warship, the First Ghost General stepped forward with a gloomy-faced Ghost Cultivator.
Chen Changqing shook his white robe and strode to the front of the Dark Moon warship.
The twelve contestants gathered in mid-air.
The White-Robed Ghost Immortal looked down, his Divine Sense sweeping over the twelve people.
When the light swept over Chen Changqing, the man in white paused slightly.
Those greyish-white eyes lingered on Chen Changqing for a moment.
"Beings of the Yang Realm?"
The man in white let out a soft exclamation.
The Nine Nether Ghost Domain has been isolated from the outside world for many years, yet a living Human Race Cultivator has somehow managed to infiltrate the Outer Domain Grand Competition.
Moreover, this person's vital Qi and Blood was extremely strong, making him stand out conspicuously among this group of lifeless Ghost Cultivators.
The Dark Moon Ghost Lord quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and explained, "Your Excellency, this person is a guest elder whom our Dark Moon City has hired at great expense. He is still under a thousand years old, and his cultivation is below that of Heavenly Monarch, which fully meets the requirements of the Grand Competition."
The man in white withdrew his Divine Sense and nodded expressionlessly.
"As long as it's within the rules, it doesn't matter whether it's a human or a ghost."
"The first round of the competition, the Lightless Forbidden Land."
The man in white raised his pale, withered right hand and made a heavy slash in the air in front of him.
Click!
The black mist above Heavenly Nether Abyss churned violently.
A massive, Blackstone Ancient Gate slowly rose from the void.
The ancient gate stood thousands of feet tall, its doors wide open, revealing a swirling, chaotic gray vortex filled with extremely turbulent spatial storms and violent baleful Sha Qi.
The man in white flicked his fingers repeatedly.
Three jet-black command flags shot out from his sleeves and disappeared directly into the void rift deep within the ancient gate.
"This place is a fragmented world left over from the Archaic Gods and Devils Battlefield. The internal Spatial Laws are broken, making it impossible to use the Communication Jade Talisman."
"Three Netherworld Command Banners have been randomly deployed deep within the desolate area."
"You twelve will enter and compete for the command flag; the time limit is three hours."
"Three hours later, the first three people who walk out of the Spatial Gate alive while holding the command flag will advance to the second round of the final battle."
Within this perilous place, life and death are irrelevant; each is left to their fate.
The man in white flicked his sleeve.
"Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Li sneered, turned to look at Chen Changqing, and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"You little bastard from outside, I hope you can last a few more moves against me."
Gu Li, accompanied by two powerful figures from the White Bone Territory, transformed into three streaks of white light and were the first to rush into the Spatial Gate.
The Poison Boy let out a series of strange cries, and the poisonous mist around him transformed into a giant python, carrying the two people from Myriad Poison Ridge close behind.
The three Asura Battle Cultivators from Rakshasa City also did not hesitate, transforming into blood-red light and rushing into the ancient gate.
The First Ghost General turned to Chen Changqing and whispered, "Guest Elder Chen, the internal space of the Lightless Forbidden Land is distorted. Everyone who enters will be randomly teleported away."
"White Bone Territory and Myriad Poison Ridge have a long-standing secret alliance. Be extremely careful if you encounter them."
Chen Changqing remained calm and composed.
"They should be careful about themselves."
After saying that, Chen Changqing took a step forward, his white robe billowing in the cold wind, and disappeared directly into the gray spatial vortex.
The First Ghost General exchanged a glance with his companion beside him, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the gate as well.
Passing through the thick spatial vortex, my feet suddenly felt heavy.
The surrounding world was a dark, grayish-red color, the ground beneath their feet was cracked and scorched, and three broken black moons hung in the sky.
The violent, Yin Baleful Intent winds raged wildly across the wilderness, and countless tiny, dark cracks appeared throughout the space.
Chen Changqing looked down at his feet.
Kongwu around him.
The random teleportation array did indeed scatter everyone across this vast fragment of the Secret Realm.
Chen Changqing slowly closed his eyes, Twelve Primordial Spirits in his Sea of Consciousness began to operate simultaneously.
A massive Divine Sense roared out, instantly sweeping across the land within a radius of five hundred miles.
Within this chaotic and perilous place, his Divine Sense probing was greatly interfered with, but with his Divine Sense strength comparable to that of the Heavenly Monarch Realm, he was still able to detect the residual Law Power fluctuations in the air.
Three hundred miles to the northwest, the sound of intense collisions of Divine Ability could be heard.
Chen Changqing used the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step, his figure transforming into a blurry afterimage as he sped away, skimming along the ground.
In the northwest corner of the desolate land, there is a Stone Forest filled with black, weathered boulders.
Boom!
The boulder split open, sending dust flying everywhere.
The First Ghost General slammed his massive body heavily against the stone wall, causing half of the hundred-zhang-tall stone peak to collapse.
The giant axe in his hand had been split open in several places, and the heavy armor on his chest had been torn apart, from which blackish-purple yin blood flowed out.
Beside him, another Half-Step Heavenly Monarch expert from Dark Moon City was in an even worse state, his entire left arm severed at the shoulder, his face ashen white.
In front of the two, four figures closed in, flanking them.
On the left are two Half-Step Heavenly Monarch commanders from the White Bone Territory, each holding a long white bone sword, their bodies shrouded in deathly aura.
On the right were two black-robed old monsters from Myriad Poison Ridge, holding huge Poison Cauldrons that spewed out billowing purplish-black poisonous mist, completely sealing off any escape routes within a radius of dozens of miles.
The White Bone Territory Leader grinned maliciously, pointing his long sword at the First Ghost General on the ground.
"First Ghost General, you can't escape now."
"The young master and the Poison Boy of Myriad Poison Ridge had a prior agreement: to first clear out the rabble from your Dark Moon City and Rakshasa City, and then the two of them would divide the Netherworld Command Banner equally."
"Hand over the Netherworld Ancient Tokens I found on you obediently, and I might grant you a quick death!"
The First Ghost General wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to stand up straight, and gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands.
"Dream!"
"If you want the command flag of Dark Moon City, you'll have to trade your lives for it!"
The black-robed old man from Myriad Poison Ridge chuckled sinisterly.
"Stubborn and incorrigible."
"Since you refuse to hand it over, then I'll turn your flesh and bones into poison!"
The black-robed elder turned the Poison Cauldron upside down, and tens of thousands of Soul-Devouring Centipedes, their bodies glowing green, poured out of the cauldron, transforming into a green wave that surged towards the two heavily injured men.
The two White Bone Commanders leaped up simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of blade energy carrying chilling white bones, aimed directly at the First Ghost General's vitals.
This is a desperate situation that can only be fatal.
Despair flashed in the eyes of the First Ghost General.
His Law Power was completely exhausted, and facing the combined attack of four powerful individuals of the same level, he had absolutely no chance of survival.
Just as the green swarm of insects and the white bone blades were about to strike,
A loud sonic boom suddenly echoed in the sky.
There was no radiance from any Law Treasure, nor any complex Method Formula.
A figure in white robes plummeted vertically from the sky, crashing through the thick poisonous fog.
Boom!
The ground within a radius of a hundred feet suddenly collapsed several feet downwards.
The tens of thousands of extremely venomous Soul-Devouring Centipedes were instantly pulverized into a shower of charred black powder the moment they came into contact with the Pure Yang Qi and Blood emanating from the landing point.
The surging Pure Yang Blood Qi transformed into golden waves of energy, tearing a huge hole through the poisonous fog that filled the sky.
Chen Changqing stood in front of the First Ghost General, with one hand behind his back.
The entire Stone Forest instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The two White Bone Commanders, who were charging in mid-air, abruptly stopped, staring in horror at the white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared.
"It's you?!"
The old man in black robes at Myriad Poison Ridge screamed.
"That Human Race scum from the outside world?!"
Chen Changqing didn't even glance at them, only slightly moving his right wrist.
The Qi and Blood of the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art Sixth Turn surged within his body, and the golden patterns deep within his bone marrow emitted intense heat.
"Scraps?"
Chen Changqing took a step forward.
The entire earth shook violently.
His figure vanished into thin air without leaving a trace of True Essence fluctuations; he tore through the air entirely with pure physical explosive power.
In the next instant, Chen Changqing appeared directly above the head of the black-robed old man from Myriad Poison Ridge.
"Die."
His right fist slammed down from above.
The fist sliced through the air, creating a visible white ring of air.
Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist, Starfall!
The black-robed old man was terrified. He thrust the Myriad Poisons Cauldron in his hand upwards, and at the same time, the Law Power of his Half-Step Heavenly Monarch surged out without reservation, transforming into eighteen layers of extremely Yin shield.
Click!
The Top-grade Spirit Treasure, the Myriad Poisons Cauldron, dented and cracked the moment it came into contact with the fist, and then exploded into countless fragments in mid-air.
The force of the punch continued unabated, tearing apart the eighteen layers of extreme yin shield with overwhelming force, and slamming heavily onto the top of the black-robed old man's head.
Bang!
A dull thud.
The old man's physical body, along with his Primordial Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness, was blasted into a cloud of blood mist by this punch.
Not even a scream could be heard.
Instant kill!
Relying solely on brute force, he shattered Top-grade Spirit Treasure with a single punch and blasted away Half-Step Heavenly Monarch!
The First Ghost General standing at the back stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.
The remaining three powerful individuals were so terrified that the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
"Escape!"
The White Bone Territory leader screamed and turned to run.
However, Chen Changqing's figure flickered again.
A trail of golden afterimages was left in the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three muffled cracking sounds rang out above the Stone Forest.
Another old monster from Myriad Poison Ridge and two White Bone Commanders couldn't even escape a hundred feet before being hit by a series of fist shadows falling from the sky.
Blood rained down, mixed with flying bone fragments.
The four corpses vanished completely into nothingness.
A system notification sounded in my mind, and I received another two million AFK Points.
Chen Changqing slowly withdrew his fist, his white robe unstained by even a speck of blood.
He turned around and looked at the First Ghost General, who was slumped on the ground.
Where is the command flag?
The First Ghost General swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
He pointed to the deepest part of the Secret Realm, to the Black-Blood Deep Valley covered in thunderclouds.
"Reporting to the guest elder, all three Netherworld Command Banners have been sealed within the Central Altar of Black-Blood Deep Valley."
"Gu Li and Poison Boy have already rushed there with their respective trump cards, and it's said that the people from Rakshasa City have also arrived nearby."
The First Ghost General struggled to pull out a healing pill and swallowed it, saying in a deep voice, "That altar is guarded by an Archaic Bone Fiend comparable to the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage. If they want to obtain the command flag, they must first join forces to kill the Bone Baleful Intent."
Chen Changqing nodded.
"You can stay here and heal your wounds; you don't need to come along."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Changqing lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a streak of azure lightning, rushing straight towards the Black-Blood Deep Valley.