txolops Chapter 41 The Battlefield of the Underworld
Chapter 41 The Battlefield of the Underworld
The underworld.
The world here has collapsed, and the vast land of China has sunk, let alone the underworld that is attached to the mortal realm.
The Yin World where Dao City is now located is more like a spiritual realm forcibly formed by the convergence of death energy, yin energy, and lingering resentment.
At this moment, the Dao Realm is in the Yin World.
The sky was dim and indistinct, neither day nor night, like the twilight when yin and yang intertwined. There was no warmth, only a bone-chilling cold. Sparse, faint lights hung in the void, casting a pale, pale glow.
Below lay an endless, pale, and deathly silent expanse. A chilling, decaying aura permeated the land, with occasional wisps of gray mist rising and falling. More often, however, were wandering figures, mostly naked and emaciated, their bodies thin and frail, some with severed limbs or bleeding from their seven orifices, their appearances terrifying… This place was the Yin World of Dao City, also known as the Netherworld Spirit Realm!
However, this underworld is extremely strange and barren, like a desert, without a trace of peace. The water is foul water, which only makes one thirstier; the stones are sharp stones, which cause pain when touched; even the earth itself constantly exudes malice that torments souls.
The souls that fall into this place suffer endless torment, their resentment, essence, and destiny squeezed out, rising to the heavens drop by drop. The remaining souls are trapped here forever, turning into vengeful ghosts and fierce spirits, suffering endless torment until they completely dissipate... This place is less like the underworld and more like an infernal purgatory!
And on this dark and desolate land, various buildings are scattered here and there: small earth temples, continuous palaces, and even magnificent Taoist temples.
These auspicious places are all formed by the incense offerings and power of the living world. Ghosts can be temporarily spared from torment when they enter, and they also represent nearly 30% of the fortune and foundation of a power.
Therefore, the ancestral temples of various sects in the underworld are all important places, and if they are lost, disaster will surely befall the living world.
The three evil forces clearly understood this principle, and while launching a sneak attack in the mortal world, they also launched a strong attack on the Zhengyang Daoist temple in the underworld.
When those two streams of light entered the underworld from the mortal realm, what they saw was the scene of countless demons attacking.
Outside the sacred ground, the dark underworld has been transformed into a battlefield.
Above the battlefield, a thin, pale mist hung in the air, hazy and indistinct, making it difficult to see clearly.
Yet, from the depths of the fog, low, eerie murmurs could be heard from time to time, which, together with the elusive ghostly figures, made it seem as if countless evil spirits were lurking in the shadows, watching for the yang energy and souls of the living.
As time went by, streaks of white shadows emerged from the mist, vaguely resembling human figures. There were ghosts hanging by their necks with knotted ropes, drowning ghosts with swollen bodies, ghosts burned black as charcoal, and rotting corpses covered in lividity... Starving ghosts, headless ghosts, knife-wounded ghosts, heart-ripping ghosts... all sorts of ghosts, dozens, hundreds, even thousands, gathered together to form a surging tide of ghosts!
Deep within the shadowy figures, a tall, dark shadow stood majestically, exuding an incomparably ferocious and terrifying aura, like a malevolent spirit that had crawled back to the mortal realm from the deepest hell!
The next moment, all the thousands of ghostly figures turned towards the Zhengyang Taoist temple, their mouths twisted and deformed, emitting hoarse, shrill screams that sent chills down the spines of the living:
"Zhengyang Path..."
"Zhengyang Path—"
"The Righteous Yang Path!!!"
The power of a single ghost may be weak, but when thousands of ghosts call out in unison, their combined power becomes terrifying.
Even with the protective array of the training ground, the spirits of the disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels still lost their composure at this moment and instinctively responded.
In the instant that the sound was heard, its soul suddenly twisted, its eyes turned blood red, and its resentment surged... In a moment, it transformed into a fierce and vengeful ghost controlled by evil magic!
This is the supreme magic of the Soul-Capturing Cult—
[Name called, he was brought down!]
Legend has it that the first leader of the Soul-Seizing Cult was a genius of demonic arts. He once obtained a fragment of this technique and used it to perform magic, thus pioneering the path of soul-seizing.
This sect is extremely skilled in the art of the soul, and its methods are unpredictable. The moment it made its move, ten thousand ghosts cried out in unison. If there were no countermeasures, the hundreds of elders and disciples, as well as the nearly ten thousand Yin soldiers and mortal souls in the temple, would probably be summoned and killed on the spot!
"How dare you!!!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out from the center of the temple, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, turning into rolling thunder, which forcefully suppressed the cries of thousands of ghosts.
A tall figure stepped out from the main hall of the temple.
His body shone brightly, with faint sounds of wind and thunder... He was none other than the former Supreme Elder of the Zhengyang Sect, the True Man of Supreme Virtue.
They perished while covering the retreat of the Daoist lineage from the shadows of the old world. The remaining wandering spirits were brought here to guard the Daoist temple in the underworld. They are the guardians of the Daoist ancestors and the strongest fighting force in this place.
"Hehehe... Shangde, today is the day your lineage will be annihilated!"
A sinister laugh echoed from the depths of the ghost tide.
The next instant, the two terrifying auras clashed violently.
The laws of the underworld are far weaker than those of the mortal world. When the two clashed with all their might, the center of the battlefield instantly became a dead zone. Death energy and lightning and fire intertwined and splashed, turning a radius of a thousand feet into a desolate death zone where souls were scattered!
On the other side of the temple, what attacked was not the ghosts of the unjustly killed, but a group of strange and unrelated monsters... foxes, black sheep, weasels, white snakes... all creatures with fur and horns.
However, these animals all had a human-like glint in their eyes, and due to the influence of the underworld environment, their tails, heads, and limbs would twist and change from time to time, revealing incomplete human shapes... This was due to the evil magic of the Animal Creation Sect.
At this moment, the densely packed demonic beasts rose into the air, spliced together and merged, and finally transformed into a hideous long creature that was entirely black, resembling a dragon but not a dragon, a jiao but not a jiao, and a snake but not a snake, yet possessing the characteristics of various species. It charged fiercely towards the Taoist temple with rolling filthy evil energy!
"You beast!!!"
In the Taoist army formation of the five camps, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist suddenly stood up.
Its soul is made of glass but contains impurities, and its body is filled with a fierce aura. Its most unique feature is that the fragmented starlight above its head merges with the iron-blooded aura, faintly condensing into the phantom of a white tiger roaring to the sky... This is the manifestation of the fate of the White Tiger ominous star from the old world!
"Where are my sons?!" The burly man roared to the sky.
"promise--!!!"
The five battalions of soldiers roared in unison, their souls and spirits becoming one, and the iron-blooded aura above their heads gathered into clouds.
The burly man's body suddenly exploded, his aura and size increasing rapidly, reaching their peak in an instant.
The next moment, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, taking a step outside the formation and transforming into a roaring white tiger formed from murderous aura, fighting fiercely with the ferocious creature!
On the last side of the battlefield, another mutation occurs.
In the underworld, amidst the earth, rock formations, flowing water, and even among the wandering, lonely ghosts, countless pale skeletons sprang up out of thin air.
Countless wailing faces appeared on the surface of the skeleton, overflowing with the aura of death and despair. Countless bones extended and spliced together, instantly transforming into a towering white skeletal demon hundreds of feet tall, its bone palms as hard as mountains, slamming down fiercely towards the dojo.
If this attack succeeds, the entire Yin World Taoist temple will likely be reduced to ashes.
However, at this critical moment, dozens of colorful magical flames suddenly shone from the depths of the dojo, soaring into the sky and intertwining with the dojo's restrictions to form a complex array in mid-air, forcefully resisting the pale bone palm!
At this critical juncture, the underworld's sacred ground has transformed into a battlefield of Asuras!
"Fortunately... the temple is still intact." Daoist Mingjun had just stood up when he saw this scene and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But before the words were even finished, Fang Chen's cold voice came from beside him:
"Is that so? I see this place... is on the verge of collapse!"