"My lord."
Young Lord Xue adjusted his breathing slightly, but his heart was filled with complex emotions.
The Yin-Yang Dharma King, dressed in a plain white robe, wearing a golden crown, and with his face veiled in black, suddenly appeared.
Young Lord Xue had not seen the Yin-Yang Dharma King for a very long time; if a specific timeframe were to be given, it would be two hundred and thirty years.
As a true confidant of the Yin-Yang Dharma King, Young Lord Xue had heard the Yin-Yang Dharma King mention a few words about him.
It seems that the Yin-Yang Dharma King is shunned by the heavens and earth of this world because of an old incident, and is almost forever unable to achieve Longevity Realm.
Once the tribulation is overcome, under the immense pressure of heaven and earth, even the deepest accumulation will vanish into nothingness.
The prophecy of the Mysterious Capital Palace, " Myriad Tribulations Keep Yin Spirits from Sainthood," is the most direct warning.
Therefore, the Yin-Yang Dharma King had to use a Divine Ability called the " Nine Nether Reincarnation Art " to prolong his Ghost Lifespan.
This Divine Ability was created by the Yin-Yang Dharma King based on the Buddhist School method of reincarnation. It allows the Yin-Yang Dharma King to be reincarnated continuously, and after being reincarnated into other ghosts, the Yin-Yang Dharma King's Ghost Lifespan in the underworld will not be consumed.
However, this Divine Ability also has its drawbacks. The ghost that is reborn has weak magical Law Power, and once it is reborn back to its original self, its original Ghost Lifespan will be severely depleted.
The Yin-Yang Dharma King has been extending his Ghost Lifespan in the Yin-Yang Realm.
This is also the biggest secret within the Yin-Yang Realm, known only to Young Lord Xue.
For two hundred and thirty years, Young Lord Xue carefully managed the Yin-Yang Realm, striving to maintain its mystique and accommodating the petty schemes of the other ghost generals.
This was all to buy more time for the Yin-Yang Dharma King. Young Lord Xue did not believe the prophecy that " Myriad Tribulations Keep Yin Spirits from Sainthood," and he believed that the Yin-Yang Dharma King would definitely be able to attain Longevity Realm.
The appearance of the Yin-Yang Dharma King here signifies that Young Lord Xue's long-held mission has ultimately ended in failure.
"You've worked so hard these past few years, you can finally get some rest."
The Yin-Yang Dharma King stood on the palace steps, gazing at Yuwen Rui, who was locked in battle with Feng Boar and Xiangliu.
His gaze swept across the faces of High Person Mùlián, Yun Luo, Bai Hejiao, Su Che, and the others.
"It's been years since it's been this lively."
The Yin-Yang Dharma King's tone carried a hint of melancholy.
Having been imprisoned in this realm for so long, the people of the world have long forgotten why the Yin-Yang Realm has been able to exist in this realm for so long.
"Approaching."
The winds of change are blowing.
With a wave of his long sleeves, the Yin-Yang Dharma King caused layers of Bì Wind to solidify into boundless solid ice. Tiny ice shards swirled and formed a wall in front of him, like a thin line dividing the battlefield. The long wall of ice shards reflected the light, resembling an inverted galaxy.
Su Che knew this was a beautiful trap; the chilling aura emanating from the icy mist was far beyond what Bai Hejiao -Beast-Mouth Green Lamp could withstand.
At that very moment, Su Che could feel the chill creeping in silently, and he felt the cold again.
"It's cold, isn't it? You know, in High Antiquity times, a wicked dragon wreaked havoc in the Northern Sea."
Bai Hejiao suddenly leaned forward, her left hand holding the green lamp, while her right hand wrapped around Su Che's waist. She pressed her body tightly against Su Che Su Che, her face against his back, and slowly spoke.
"That wicked dragon possessed the Grand Mystery Yin, and its Law Power was unparalleled in this realm. Mysterious Capital Palace once sent seven Earth Immortal to subdue it, but they all returned defeated. Back then, the Central Land was this cold every day."
Su Che swallowed hard, wondering what Bai Hejiao was up to.
"You smell very nice, has anyone told you that?"
Ice shards danced wildly, the chill piercing the soul.
Yuwen Rui held nothing back, unleashing layers of Gang Qi as his fists, like inverted rivers, slammed into the Xuanbing Great Wall before him.
"Back then, there was a female cultivator named Zhi Guangji, along with several other fellow cultivators, ventured deep into the Northern Sea and fought a bitter battle with that evil dragon for seven years, finally slaying it. That evil dragon had a name back then: Bi. The breath it exhaled was this Bì Wind."
So soft.
As Su Che was thinking, he suddenly felt a weight in his hand. It turned out that Bai Hejiao had stuffed the blue lamp into his hand so that she could look at him with both hands.
"Miss Bai..."
Su Che turned his head and found that Lu Bai had already fainted from the cold.
I want to hold you like this forever.
Bai Hejiao muttered.
"Don't worry, Yuwen Rui is very strong."
The formidable Grand Tutor of Northern Wei continued to bombard the ice wall before him with his Fist Aura, but made no progress.
High Person Mùlián clasped her hands together in prayer.
"May Buddha have mercy."
A low murmur shook the heavens and the earth, bringing with it endless ghostly howls.
In His Pure Land Immaculate Radiance Unimpeded Perfect Harmony, manifesting a land.
The Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree sways and dances in the wind, while celestial dragons shake their heads and wag their tails in the Eight-Merit Pond. The ground is paved with golden bricks, each inscribed with scriptures pointing directly to supreme wisdom.
Lotus flowers filled the Void, and countless beings were born and died within their petals. Their faces showed no fear, and they chanted Buddhist mantras.
Listen closely, and you will hear them praising Mùlián's wisdom and Mùlián, singing praises of how many years he will create a magnificent land, universally saving countless beings, and enabling all living beings in the three thousand Great Thousand World to break through delusion and attain enlightenment, ultimately Nirvana.
"I will not become a Buddha until Hell is empty."
Suddenly, mournful cries rang out from within the Buddha Light behind Mùlián's head.
The mournful screams just now didn't come from the Yin-Yang Realm, but from the Buddha's Buddha Light behind Mùlián's head.
Where are the devout believers in the lotus? They are clearly a group of insatiable Hungry Ghost, Yaksha, Rakshasa, Phra Phuttharis and many other kinds of Hungry Ghost, who roam among them, turning those devout believers who chant scriptures into food for their mouths.
Not satisfied with this, the Hungry Ghost turned the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree into food and drank the Eight-Merit Pond. Among them, the heavenly dragons also wept blood and cried out in agony as they were torn apart by the countless Hungry Ghost.
"Greed, anger, and ignorance are the Three Poisons of human nature. Because of greed, one falls into the realm of Hungry Ghost; because of anger, one falls into Hell; and because of ignorance, one is reborn as Beasts. Among the Three Poisons, greed is the foremost, the gateway to all evils..."
The monk Mùlián chanted scriptures, and countless evil spirits leaped out from behind him, transforming into a whirlwind that plunged into the ice walls. Their bodies were torn apart by the ice shards, and they let out cries of agony.
However, these evil spirits paid no heed and, scrambling forward, managed to carve a path through the layers of ice walls.
"... Greed is like a poisonous dragon, lurking within the Five Aggregates; its poison is fierce and unbearable to the soul..."
Countless Hungry Ghost intertwined with each other, transforming into a long dragon that roared out from behind Monk Mùlián.
"What a venomous dragon of corpses! After seeing the Venerable One today, even those guys from Beimang are no match for it."
The Yin-Yang Dharma King grasped at the Void, and a great sun was extracted from it.
The pure, blazing fire, carrying boundless heat, rushed towards High Person Mùlián amidst the layers of icy winds.
A chilling aura that pierces to the very soul.
A blazing fire that melts everything.
The Yin-Yang Dharma King merged these two completely opposite and conflicting forces into one, and in one fell swoop, he strangled the evil dragon.
"If your skill ends here, then please forgive me for not seeing you off any further."
A small knife, curved like a crescent moon, suddenly appeared in the Void. It was as fast as lightning, and its sharp blade sliced off a corner of the black veil on the face of the Yin-Yang Dharma King.
"When did the Qiantang Lineage start adopting this assassin's style?" The Yin-Yang Dharma King looked at Yun Luo: "Your father is becoming more and more useless."