Chapter 180 Ghost Source

The giant wolf's bloodthirsty gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Chen Xiao.

At this moment, Ye Santong shouted, "Mr. Chen, be careful!"

Accompanying his warning, the giant wolf stepped on black smoke and charged towards Chen Xiao.

The giant wolf left a black trail in the air, heading straight for Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao tried several attack methods, but they were all swallowed by the giant wolf. In the blink of an eye, the giant wolf was in front of Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao thought that since spiritual energy attacks were useless, physical attacks should work.

He held the Yitian Sword and slashed at the giant wolf.

The Yitian Sword struck the giant wolf, passing through its body, but only a brief crack appeared on the giant wolf's body. Then, with the re-condensation of black smoke, its body returned to its original state.

"Damn, this is really ghostly!"

Chen Xiao was completely helpless against this giant wolf, and the giant wolf had already pounced on him. The black gas was seeping through Chen Xiao's skin, trying to get into his body.

"Damn it, this ghost source wants to occupy Mr. Chen's body!"

Chu He frowned. "When it occupied Huangfu Xiao's body, we were helpless. If Mr. Chen's body is occupied by it, then all of us will probably die here today!"

Chu Qingluan next to him looked blank, not understanding what her father was saying, but she could tell from her father's serious expression that the situation was really bad.

"Mr. Chen, we can't help you, you must hold on!"

Even Chen Xiao's attacks were ineffective against this ghostly thing, let alone Chu He and his group.

However, Chen Xiao was not completely helpless. He had already understood that this ghostly thing was a very strange spirit body that could devour all spiritual energy.

But there was one thing it couldn't devour, and that was Chen Xiao's divine sense.

Although in this Zhushen Realm (God-Slaying Realm), the effect of Chen Xiao's divine sense was greatly reduced, it was more than enough to deal with this ghostly thing.

Just as the ghostly thing desperately drilled into Chen Xiao's body, trying to occupy it, Chen Xiao's divine sense grabbed its tail and gave it a good beating.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo..."

The ghostly thing cried out in pain and quickly stepped on black smoke to escape.

Chen Xiao immediately flapped his wings to chase, but the ghostly thing was extremely fast and quickly遁遁入虚空(dùnrù xūkōng –遁遁into the void), disappearing without a trace.

Chen Xiao returned without success, feeling very unhappy. He asked Chu He, "Palace Master Chu, do you recognize this thing?"

Chu He nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the legendary ghost source!"

"Ghost source? What is that?"

Even with hundreds of years of cultivation experience, Chen Xiao had never heard of such a thing.

"According to legend, this ghost source is born on the Huangquan Road (Road to the Underworld), living by absorbing the lonely souls and wild ghosts on the Huangquan Road. When it becomes strong enough, it will follow the Huangquan Road, jump out of the gates of hell, attach itself to humans, bewitch people's hearts, and bring disaster to the world!"

"Huangfu Xiao died unjustly. It seems that the reason why he cultivated the ghost path was because he was bewitched by this ghost source."

Chu He shook his head and sighed.

At this time, Ye Santong suddenly said, "I don't think that's entirely the case. A ghost source of such great strength is rare in the world. How could it just happen to attach itself to Huangfu Xiao? I think Huangfu Xiao, in all likelihood, took the initiative to invite this ghost source into his body, sacrificing his body to the ghost source in order to gain power... Our Valley Master is right, Huangfu Xiao is the kind of person who would do anything to become stronger!"

"Father, what do we do now? If we let that ghost source leave the Zhushen Realm along the Realm Gate, wouldn't it go out and bring disaster to the world?"

Chu Qingluan asked.

Chu He nodded and sighed again, "That's probably the case, but we martial artists are powerless to do anything about it. Our attacks are ineffective against the ghost source. Those cultivators have special methods, so eliminating the ghost source still depends on their power."

Chen Xiao agreed with this statement. It's not really a special method, it's just simply crushing it with divine sense.

He didn't know why, but this space of the Zhushen Realm had such a great suppressive effect on divine sense.

If it were outside, Chen Xiao would definitely not have let that ghost source run away just now.

However, compared to the ghost source, Chu He's words just now aroused his great interest.

"Palace Master Chu, you said that the ghost source grows on the Huangquan Road. Is this Huangquan the same Huangquan that leads to the Wangchuan River (River of Oblivion)? Does it really exist?"

Hearing Chen Xiao's doubts, Chu He nodded. "Of course, Huangquan and Wangchuan, and even the Naihe Bridge (Bridge of Helplessness), all really exist. There is a poem to prove it: The Huangquan Road leads to Wangchuan, above Wangchuan is the Naihe Bridge, a bowl of soup on the Naihe Bridge, the soup enters the mouth and there is no sorrow!"

Chen Xiao was covered in black lines, thinking to himself that he should hurry up and ask about serious matters. Why did this Palace Master Chu start reciting poetry?

"Palace Master Chu, do you know the specific location of Wangchuan?"

"Uh, this, as far as I know, the underworld is actually a middle-thousand world. As for its specific location, I don't know, after all, humans and ghosts have different paths..."

Chen Xiao was still not giving up, and asked, "Is there anyone who knows the specific location of the underworld?"

"Of course, the ancestors of our ancient martial arts sects all know where the entrance to the underworld is."

Chu He said.

Chen Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked, "The ancestor you're talking about, is it Chu Changqing?"

This time it was Chu He's turn to be stunned. After a few seconds, he asked incredulously, "Mr. Chen, do you know our ancestor?"

"I met him once."

Chen Xiao said perfunctorily, and then asked, "Didn't your ancestor die long ago? What's the use of him knowing?"

"No, all the ancestors of our ancient martial arts sects are alive and well, how could they be dead?"

Chu He said with a blank expression.

Chen Xiao was even more confused: "Not dead? Then why would he leave a wisp of remnant soul on the wutong (梧桐) tree at the bottom of the abyss?"

Chu Qingluan was overjoyed: "Father, I said, Mr. Chen must be that peerless genius. He has already seen the divine thought left by the ancestor. This is enough to prove the problem, right!"

Chu He nodded, convinced, and said, "I believed it long ago, and only Mr. Chen is qualified to see the divine thought left by the ancestor."

"Wait!"

Chen Xiao quickly interrupted him, "I'm getting more and more confused. Isn't your ancestor a martial artist? How could a martial artist possess divine thought?"

Chu He smiled slightly and said proudly, "Mr. Chen, who said that martial artists can't possess divine thought? As long as you reach the cultivation realm of a Martial God, martial artists can also cultivate divine thought!"

"Let me sort it out... So you mean to say that the ancestor of your Zhushen Palace is a Martial God, and he is still alive, right?"

Chen Xiao asked with a confused look, unable to believe it.