The Shrewd Ghost Messengers! The Ghost God Backs Down
The Yellow Springs Road.
The five women walked together, gazing at the vast fields of spider lilies Yellow Springs Road; the blood-red spider lilies were exceptionally vibrant.
From a distance, it looks like a blood-red carpet.
The five women chatted and laughed, cheering and jumping for joy on the Yellow Springs Road, admiring the picturesque scenery.
Perhaps, since the birth of this Underworld, only they could have such feelings when embarking on the Yellow Springs Road.
The five women did not rush on their way, but instead enjoyed the scenery as they walked.
Even so, with the weakest of the five women being at the Middle Daluo Golden Immortal realm, their progress was extremely rapid.
Not long after.
They then vaguely saw in the distance where countless Yellow Springs Road converged in all directions.
Unlike the Ancient Yellow Springs Road they walked, a road so difficult that hardly anyone could traverse it throughout the ages.
Yellow Springs Road, the streets were bustling with activity, and the queues were so long that the end of the line could not be seen at a glance.
Among those rows of people on the Yellow Springs Road were the souls or true spirits of all sorts of strange Primordial World creatures.
Hundreds of millions of ghosts either walked numbly, sobbed softly, wept bitterly, or wailed incessantly.
Many souls who possessed cultivation in life even refused to accept their death, loudly proclaiming their identities and backgrounds, but...
Along both sides of the Yellow Springs Road, there were one or two ghost messengers holding Ghost Artifact at intervals, but they paid no attention to these people.
If they see any unruly ghosts, they will whip them directly, and they will beat and scold them at the drop of a hat.
This, in turn, caused countless vengeful ghosts to wail and cry miserably, making the noise even more deafening.
The wailing and howling of ghosts gradually dampened the Guiling' and the women's spirits' spirits, making them lose interest in continuing to admire the flowers and scenery.
Jinling and Guiling were alright; having traveled the Primordial World for billions of years, even if they had never seen such a scene of wailing ghosts, they wouldn't be in any serious trouble.
But the Three Xiaos are different.
Although they are all Daluo Golden Immortal, their attainment of this status is largely due to their innate talent, as well as the resources of the Jie Sect and the guidance of Tongtian.
Having spent their lives cultivating, they had little experience traveling in the Primordial World. The desolate scene before them gradually weighed heavily on Three Xiaos hearts.
Seeing the changes in the Three Xiaos, Jinling and Guiling exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.
They believed that such a trivial matter did not require their admonition.
The presence of countless ghosts on the Yellow Springs Road affected the moods of Guiling, Jinling, and the Three Xiaos of Sanxiao, and their existence naturally shocked countless ghost messengers and ghosts.
After all, the Ancient Yellow Springs Road they were walking on was usually deserted, with not a single ghost in sight.
Suddenly, five figures appeared on the Yellow Springs Road, and the Guiling and the others made no attempt to conceal their presence.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that all five of them were living beings.
This not only left many ghost messengers bewildered and uncertain, but also gave many ghosts a glimmer of hope.
"Fairy... Fairy... My father is the chieftain of the Great Snow Mountain Hou Clan. If you rescue me, my father will surely reward you handsomely."
"Your Majesty, I am True Disciple of the Spirit Heart Sect. Please take me back to the Primordial World, and I will reward you handsomely."
One by one, the ghosts that had appeared quiet in the group began to shout.
They all had some background and status in the Primordial World, and they also had some knowledge of the Underworld after death.
The reason they were quiet before was simply because they knew that wailing and resisting were futile.
But now...
Looking at the group of Guiling and his companions approaching in the distance, a glimmer of hope arose in their hearts.
After all, there are many legends of powerful cultivators taking their souls from Primordial World Underworld and being reborn in the primordial world.
Immediately, everyone began to loudly proclaim their background and identity.
He prayed in his heart that he would run into someone he knew so that he could be taken back to the Primordial World.
But...
These ghosts were destined to be disappointed.
Jinling, Guiling, and the Three Xiaos were fully aware of the background of the Underworld.
Besides, they all knew that life and death were preordained.
Even among these billions of living beings, there are disciples of the Jie Sect, the Three Xiaos, and Jinling, who would not voluntarily break the rules of the Underworld.
As for the Guiling, he would certainly not act in that way.
Without changing their expressions, the five women quickly passed in front of the group of ghosts and ghost messengers.
Under the watchful eyes of countless ghosts, soldiers, and messengers, the five female Guiling stepped onto the seemingly boundless and endless Yellow Springs Road and disappeared into the distance.
Meanwhile, the ghosts who had been shouting all froze, staring at the backs of Guiling and the others, filled with despair.
Even...
His expression was filled with resentment and he began to curse.
But...
The ghost messengers who had been silent since the appearance of the Guiling and the girls immediately sprang into action.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
One by one, tall and burly ghost messengers and soldiers, their faces contorted with rage, brandished whips and lashed out.
As standard equipment of the Underworld, Ghost Artifact are extremely effective at suppressing souls. Even these ghosts, who were highly skilled in their previous lives, were whipped and howled in agony.
Several of the ghostly spirits, some even displaying resentment or cursing the departing Guiling, were whipped until they were almost completely dissipated.
Obviously.
These ghost messengers were all intelligent ghosts.
Long after the Guiling and their female companions had left.
Only then did the numerous ghost messengers dare to whisper and discuss among themselves.
"He's a living cultivator. I've long heard that there are powerful cultivators in the Primordial World who can come to the Underworld alive, but he's been in the Underworld for so many years."
"This is the first time I've ever seen a living cultivator in the Underworld," a ghost messenger said in a low voice.
"Don't even mention you, I've been a ghost messenger in this Underworld for hundreds of thousands of years, and this is the first time I've seen something like this!"
Another ghost messenger spoke up with a sigh.
"What do you think those fairies are here for?" another ghost messenger asked curiously.
"What else can we do? Of course, we're here to find our deceased relatives and friends..." one of the ghost messengers said with a sigh.
"If I had had that kind of background back then, I might still be enjoying Primordial World right now!"
The idea that the souls of the dead could be taken away by powerful beings and reborn in the Primordial World is something even cultivators in the Primordial World have heard of.
The ghost soldiers and ghost officers who served in the Underworld naturally heard even more.
"You're all mistaken," an older ghost guard beside him shook his head and said, "Why would you need so many people traveling together to find deceased relatives in the Underworld?"
"Then tell me, what are they here for?" the ghost messenger retorted, Qi Ingestion.
"I don't know that, but... I do know of another rumor that's very similar to this one."
When the older ghost messenger said the first half of the sentence, the Qi Ingestion ghost messenger looked at him with disdain, but when he heard the second half, he immediately showed curiosity.
The older ghost messenger was clearly someone who enjoyed discussing such rumors, and without needing prompting from the other ghost messengers, he continued his story.
"This is something I heard from a senior ghost messenger when I was working there earlier. It's about a Daoist priest who entered through the Ghost Gate Pass and stepped onto the Ancient Yellow Springs Road..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the ghost messenger beside him.
"A Daoist priest came from the Ghost Gate Pass? How is that possible... The Gates of Ghost Gate Pass are only for Guiling; that's an ironclad Underworld!"
The ghost messenger looked at him with disdain.
His face practically screamed, "You're bragging, I don't believe you!"
"Avoiding the Ghost Gate Pass hell and the Yellow Springs Road is also an ironclad rule of the Underworld."
That year, the old ghost officer looked calmly at the ghost officer who had spoken up in rebuttal and said...
"This..."
The disdainful ghost guard froze, speechless.
The old ghost messenger appeared calm on the surface, but was secretly delighted.
When he first heard this rumor, the ghost messenger who told it refuted a questioning ghost messenger in this way.
That scene was deeply etched in his heart; all these years, he had been waiting for this very moment!
Upon hearing the old ghost messenger's words, the faces of the ghost messengers who had been listening with great interest changed drastically.
The ghosts' already ashen faces turned even uglier, and none of them dared to speak again.
But the old ghost messenger had a calm and collected smile on his face and said softly, "Then do you want to know who that Daoist priest was back then?"
However, not a single ghost responded.
Clearly, just like the ghost messengers from millions of years ago, these ghost messengers were all aware of it.
Regardless of the possibility, it breaks the ironclad rules of the Underworld, something these lowly ghost messengers cannot interfere with.
Although there was no response from the ghost, the old ghost messenger showed no sign of stopping, but continued with great interest, "That Daoist priest is the one from Hell..."
Upon hearing this,
The ghost messengers, who had been keeping a straight face and not daring to speak, suddenly changed color, trembling with fear. The look in their eyes as they looked at the old ghost messenger was clearly that of someone looking at a warrior.
As a ghost messenger on duty on the Yellow Springs Road, how could he not know that one in Hell?
That person is now one of the taboos in the Underworld, and many powerful Underworld regard him as a disgrace.
To discuss that person so openly and honestly.
A true warrior!
The older ghost messenger could naturally sense the changes in the ghost messengers around him, but he paid no attention to it.
Back then, the ghost messenger who told him the story also completed his mission well and was reincarnated!
"I just don't know if, after my term ends and I'm reincarnated, I'll have the chance to join one of those great sects to cultivate."
The old ghost officer thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
However...
On the Yellow Springs Road, in a place unseen by these ghost messengers and fierce spirits, a figure whose face is obscured is holding a book and writing and drawing.
He was still muttering nonsense under his breath.
The book in the figure's hand bore the names of various ghost messengers.
The old ghost messenger was among them.
Um!
These were all the ghost messengers of Dizang, whom we just mentioned as being deep within Hell.
Among the millions of ghost messengers, many, like the elderly ones, had heard the legends of Dizang.
As for the ghostly words being muttered by the ghostly figure...
That is...
"We've struck gold! So many ghost messengers talked about that guy today! We've got all the quotas for the next 100,000 years!"
Yellow Springs Road!
It is the path of the dead, the path of ghosts and gods, so vast and boundless that even Quasi-Sage Daluo cannot see its boundary at a glance.
The moment I stepped onto this Yellow Springs Road.
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
The ghostly figures that used to line up on the Yellow Springs Road have all vanished.
No... it should be said that they were scattered throughout the Yellow Springs Road, and are simply out of sight due to the great distance.
As the Ancient Yellow Springs Road is perpetually devoid of ghosts and spirits, the area bordering this Yellow Springs Road is naturally just as desolate and bleak.
"This White Lotus Bridge is still extending..."
Yunxiao, standing to the side, looked at the White Lotus Bridge not far away, a hint of surprise on her face.
Although they were still on the Yellow Springs Road, this place was already considered deep into the Netherworld Underworld, but this White Lotus Bridge...
They're still here, perfectly fine, not erased by the Underworld.
For Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, who knew about the existence behind the Underworld, this was simply unbelievable.
Jinling and Guiling were even more certain of their thoughts.
But before they could think any further, suddenly, the Yellow Springs Road beneath their feet began to tremble.
A colossal, ghostly figure, towering ten thousand feet tall, appeared on one side of the Yellow Springs Road at some unknown time.
I don't know if it's the special nature of the duties of ghosts and gods or the coordination of this Yellow Springs Road.
Even the Yellow Springs Road, which the Golden Linggui Spirit could hardly shake, trembled beneath the feet of these towering ghosts and gods, its power terrifying.
"The Netherworld and the Yellow Springs are forbidden to the living!"
The furious roar of countless ghosts and gods echoed throughout the Yellow Springs, stirring up gusts of eerie wind.
Then...
Then the towering ghost saw five figures not far away, calmly watching him.
Three unrestrained auras of the Daluo Immortal rushed towards us.
His face immediately froze, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
"The Yellow Springs Road is forbidden to the living. Senior, please depart... and enter the Netherworld Underworld through another route."
The towering ghost god struggled to maintain its form, its voice booming, but it lacked the imposing aura and the chilling winds that once accompanied it.
As a guardian deity of the Yellow Springs Road, he is a powerful deity at the Taiyi Realm. He has cultivated diligently in the Underworld for hundreds of millions of years, and in addition to his Underworld divine duties, he also possesses a set of luxurious Underworld- style spiritual treasures.
He is virtually invincible at the Taiyi realm.
But...
Daluo is truly no match for them!
The ten-thousand-foot-tall ghost looked down at the calm faces of the Guiling, Jinling, and the Three Xiaos.
A scene from hundreds of millions of years ago involuntarily flashed into his mind, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Then...
The auras of Jinling and Guiling, far surpassing those of the Daluo, immediately swept over us.
The overwhelming aura was not strong; even the towering ghosts and gods did not feel the slightest pressure.
But...
The moment he sensed this overwhelming power, the ten-thousand-foot-tall demon's legs went weak. If he hadn't been holding the three-pronged heaven-supporting trident, he probably would have already knelt down on the spot.
Then, an ugly smile appeared on that ferocious face.
"Welcome, seniors, to the Yellow Springs Road to the Underworld. May I ask where you are headed, and if you need me to guide you?"