Yellow Sands and Ghost Qi

"Gentlemen, have you heard? Something's happened in the Yellow Wind Sands lately. It's eerie and ghostly, like some kind of evil spirit is at work."

"Your information is outdated; I have the latest news," a young man in white said with a light laugh.

"Oh?"

"Brother Yaoyang, please explain in detail."

Xu Yaoyang coughed, and only after noticing that all the masters around him were looking at him did he speak, "Actually, this isn't some difficult piece of information to find out. Fellow Daoists, you can all find out if you pay close attention."

He started with a compliment before getting to the point. "The commotion over in the Yellow Wind Sands originates from a dilapidated secret realm, and it's the secret realm of Ghost Dao expert. It's been shrouded in ghostly energy lately. I reckon it's about to open, or perhaps it's about to return to the world."

"But none of that matters. What matters is what's inside. Whether that secret realm opens or returns to the world, the treasures within will surely attract many people."

"Oh?" A short, stout middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, then said, "The Yellow Wind Sands are only about half a year's journey from our Devil-Sweeping City. If we take a teleportation array, it will only take half a month. Since Brother Xu knows this, why don't you go?"

"Or is that secret realm so dangerous that even Brother Xu, with his Peak Nascent Soul cultivation, doesn't dare to try his luck?!"

"What this fellow Daoist says is absolutely right." Xu Yaoyang didn't mince words and stated frankly, "As we all know, secret realms are divided into natural secret realms and man-made secret realms, and the weakest beings who can create such small worlds as secret realms are all Body Integration Realm experts."

"This secret realm is man-made, and created by a powerful expert in the Ghost Dao. Therefore, even though it is already in ruins, it is still fraught with danger."

"For beings at the Nascent Soul Realm like us, I actually don't recommend going there to try our luck. Although danger and fortuitous opportunity coexist, I don't want to fight for this kind of fortuitous opportunity. Fellow Daoists, if you have any ideas, you can give it a try."

"Forget it, by the time we get there, there'll probably only be land left. Let's not join the fun."

At this moment, a fellow cultivator in the corner changed the subject. "Fellow cultivators, do you think that the Devil Cultivator' sudden retreat might be a prelude to some bigger conspiracy? I have a feeling of unease."

"That's right, those Devil Cultivator haven't been very active this time, and we haven't heard of any large-scale battles breaking out in the Gods and Devils Battlefield for a long time. This is very unreasonable."

"Come on, you two really don't seem to mind making things worse," one of the fellow cultivators said, somewhat exasperated. "The war between the righteous and demonic factions has lasted for four hundred years now. After fighting for so long, shouldn't we take a break?"

Yellow Wind Sands.

Su Liuyue and the others looked at the eerie area ahead with thoughtful expressions.

"There's a familiar aura among these ghostly energies; it must be that kid," Mo Qingyu said softly.

Su Liuyue nodded. "I didn't expect my junior brother to have been here all these years. Is there something special about this place that attracts him?"

Immediately, both of their gazes fell on Shen Linfeng, who was standing to the side.

Shen Linfeng smiled somewhat awkwardly. He was Shen Ge's External Avatar, so how could he know what the real person was thinking?

"I'm not entirely sure, but judging from the ghostly aura here, there's probably a secret realm left behind by some powerful Ghost Dao. Perhaps..." Thinking this, Shen Linfeng's eyes lit up, and he said with certainty, "He's devouring this secret realm; he wants to create a Underworld to recreate the Samsara reincarnation!"

"Good, good! As expected of the original, you have great courage, directly forcibly establishing Samsara yourself, impressive!"

Shen Linfeng became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see a Nine Underworld, which would govern the Samsara of all spirits, standing proudly in the world hundreds of thousands of years from now.

"You mean, he's forcibly constructing Samsara, forcibly?!" Mo Qingyu suddenly asked in a cold voice.

Perhaps sensing that his master's tone was a bit off, Shen Linfeng nodded stiffly, thinking to himself: Oh, don't blame me for letting it slip. Who told you not to tell me beforehand?

"You brat! I think you're getting worse with each cultivation session, daring to do something so defying the heavens!" Mo Qingyu scolded him angrily, then turned to Su Liuyue and said coldly, "And you, as his senior sister, shouldn't you keep an eye on him?"

Su Liuyue, who had suffered an undeserved calamity, was also a little annoyed. "Even you, Master, can't control this, but my own senior sister can?"

Mo Qingyu suddenly turned to Shen Linfeng and shouted, "What are you still standing here for? Lead the way! If we don't teach that kid a lesson today, he'll ruin himself sooner or later!"

After silently mourning for himself, Shen Linfeng obediently stepped forward to lead the way.

The three of them entered the boundless ghostly aura and wandered around for several days. During this time, they encountered some cultivators who came to explore, but they were all on guard and no conflict broke out.

After all, the secret realm hasn't appeared yet, so there's absolutely no need to take action; this is the general sentiment among the cultivators.

After wandering through the ghostly aura for ten days, Shen Linfeng finally stopped beside a sand dune. After carefully examining the area, he pointed and said, "Master, Senior Sister, this should be it. This place should be the secret realm we're in, but we can't enter it if it's not open."

At this moment, the sand dune suddenly churned violently with ghostly energy, and finally, a portal the size of a person slowly took shape, and above the portal were the three words "Ghost Gate Pass"!

Looking at the door, Shen Linfeng's eyes twitched slightly. Good heavens, it had actually refined and devoured this secret realm.

As soon as the three entered the portal, it vanished, leaving those who sensed something amiss before they could even react.

Upon entering the secret realm, Mo Qingyu, Su Liuyue, and Shen Linfeng, who was Shen Ge's clone, all three frowned and unconsciously activated their protective divine light.

The ghostly aura inside was ten times stronger than outside, causing the three of them, who were alive, to feel uneasy.

"Shen Ge, what, are you going to hide from us again?" Mo Qingyu shouted coldly.

The next moment, a surge of ghostly energy appeared, and Shen Ge revealed himself.

He bowed slightly to Mo Qingyu and said, "Greetings, Master."

"Greetings, Senior Sister."

Shen Linfeng had already wisely moved aside. He had anticipated that he would likely be scolded and possibly even beaten up, so he had no intention of getting involved.

"Do you know what you're doing?!" Mo Qingyu demanded coldly, "Are you playing with your life?!"

"Over five hundred years have passed, and not only have you not shown your face, but you haven't even sent back a single message! What exactly do you want?!"

Faced with his master's instruction, Shen Ge simply accepted it obediently without uttering a single rebuttal.