Chapter 505: Chapter 444: Lord of the Underworld, Mystical Sect Talisman
Pure Yang Qi, the Great Sun illuminates all.
The dark world was instantly brightened by the golden light, as if it were broad daylight.
Song Lin’s entire being transformed into a Pure Golden Dharma Image.
Standing three thousand zhang tall, towering over heaven and earth, a golden lamp floated above his right shoulder.
With the blessing of the Innate Yang Qi Dao, the power of the Pure Yang Golden Fire Lamp grew increasingly terrifying.
The Golden Fire possessed pure destructive force, capable of harming even Spiritual Bodies. The sensation of it falling upon one’s Soul Body was akin to the relentless tearing of Sword Qi from a Sword Immortal.
"Ahhh!"
"Damn it!"
Centered on Song Lin, it was as if a gale swept through. Wherever it reached, demons vanished entirely, reduced to the tiniest particles of energy.
In less than ten breaths, tens of thousands of ghosts perished.
Yet this was far from over. To the endless sea of spirits, tens of thousands were but a drop in the ocean.
Ghosts, once they took root in suitable places, could survive for thousands of years without issue. Some were even intrinsically tied to the Netherworld, existing in an eternal cycle of reincarnation, neither parting nor perishing.
A crimson-skinned Ghost King with a single horn, formed from scarlet flames, closed in, black smoke oozing from its nostrils, reeking of Sulfur Demon Fire.
This ghost’s cultivation was at least at the Thunder Tribulation Peak.
"Slash!"
One of the Eight Sceneries Divine Generals, part of the Twelve Yuan Chen, commanded eight treasure swords to decapitate it in one swift move.
The Twelve Yuan Chen possessed abilities like the 72 Transformations, Ghost Killing Spells, Imperial Decree Curses, Thunder Skills, and Divine Skills related to Metal, Wood, Fire, Wind, and more.
Among them, the Ghost Killing Spell General was the most ferocious, red-haired and ghost-faced, an embodiment of malevolent fury, employing talismanic magic artfully.
Talismans filled the skies, each glowing rune annihilating groups of demons.
After all, they specialized in this craft, their power against ghosts and apparitions beyond extraordinary.
Following closely was the Thunder Skill General, who carried a Thunder Drum at their waist. A single strike of the drum unleashed Heavenly Thunder, a divine force designed to annihilate evil, dealing effortlessly with ghosts.
Others included the Zhuu Rong Fire God General, the Taoist Soldier God General...
While these generals might not have as devastating an effect on ghosts, they were still Primordial Spirit Cultivators like Song Lin.
These were the reasons behind Song Lin’s unwavering confidence against tens of millions of ghosts.
Under the protection of the Twelve Yuan Chen, Song Lin took one step at a time toward the Ghost City.
Countless ghosts dissipated, their souls scattered into nothing.
But they could not stop Song Lin’s march.
The sheer number of ghosts made no difference. Over endless years, their numbers had only grown, the recent millions seen were likely accompanied by an uncountable mass hiding in the shadows.
As a Heavenly Master, he could, to some extent, disregard numerical disparities. Yet staying entangled here would only waste his own strength needlessly.
Like a blazing sun, Song Lin pressed forward, each step leaving an indelible mark as he moved toward the massive Dharma Image at the city’s center.
If his guess was correct, this ghost must be the so-called Yama King of the Underworld. However, this one seemed like a pretender.
In times of chaos, countless Ghost Kings claimed dominion, calling themselves Lords of the Underworld. Though this one called itself the Yama King, there might well be hundreds of Yama Kings in this world.
BOOM!
Song Lin stormed into the city.
The Three-headed Ghost King opened its eyes.
"Hah!"
The central blue head roared furiously.
Countless black serpentine bolts of thunder descended.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Yin Thunder struck Song Lin’s Pure Yang Dharma Body, but apart from making him feel slightly cooler and a bit tingly, it caused no harm—like a mere static shock.
The left crimson head spewed sulfuric Demon Fire stretching a thousand zhang, while the right blackened head sprayed poisonous black water.
Regrettably, none of it could breach Song Lin’s defenses.
Song Lin stepped forward. The Dharma Lamp radiated golden light, and the brilliant glow obliterated the surrounding ghosts.
The Lord of the Underworld’s Dharma Image smoked under the searing golden light.
The Pure Yang Primordial Spirit was a bane to all evil spirits and demons, especially entities like the Ten Thousand Tribulations Yin Spirit.
This so-called Lord of the Underworld couldn’t even wield ten percent of its power against someone like him.
"Hmph, you’re nothing special."
Standing before the Three-headed Ghost King’s Dharma Image, Song Lin did not attack immediately but instead summoned forth an emerald green coffin.
The Acquired Magical Treasure: Heavenly Burial Coffin.
Since returning to the Real World, Song Lin had rarely used this treasure because the Pure Yang Golden Fire Lamp was so effective. A mere flicker of golden fire could obliterate enemies in an instant.
He’d originally planned to let this artifact shine a few days later, but today he decided to let this creature experience it firsthand.
Whoosh!
The Three-headed Ghost King shrank rapidly and was sealed inside the Heavenly Burial Coffin.
According to the rules of this treasure, anything entering the coffin had no chance of ever emerging again.
As expected, the Three-headed Ghost King had no chance to resist. Its body slowly dissolved, turning into the purest energy.
Seeing this energy, Song Lin felt a thought arise and immediately summoned the Chiyou Cloud Seal.
Chiyou’s skeleton only absorbed Blood Vitality, but Blood Vitality was a form of Heaven and Earth energy. Would it perhaps accept this attribute-less energy?
If it worked, the world might gain another nemesis to demons.
Chiyou’s Blood Vitality caused damage to ghosts second only to the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit; for now, at the Purple Mansion stage, it might seem inconspicuous.
But once it reached the Primordial Spirit stage, it would become truly formidable.
The Heavenly Burial Coffin opened just a sliver, and Chiyou’s skeleton darted in.
Sure enough, the Three-headed Ghost King within the coffin was rapidly losing its power.
Proving Song Lin’s method was indeed effective.
He then approached a massive golden door bound by chains.
The door stood five zhang tall and three zhang wide.
With the power of the Three-headed Ghost King gone, Song Lin easily cleaved through it.
The carvings on the door matched those of the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master exactly.
BANG!
The chains shattered, golden light bursting forth.
An elegant man wearing a Lotus Crown and a yellow Eight Diagrams Robe stepped out of the door, followed by eight imposing Golden Armored God Generals.
Though the divine generals had ghostly faces, their aura radiated an unparalleled holiness.
Seeing this, Song Lin surmised that this might be a Mao Mountain technique for subjugating evil ghosts to serve as protectors.
"Whew! Finally, I’m free." The man took deep, grateful breaths of fresh air and bowed toward Song Lin. "I am Mao Zhong. Many thanks for your assistance, Taoist. May I know your name?"
"My Dao name is Donghua, also known as Pure Yang. Just call me Donghua."
"Donghua Taoist! Call me Dinglu, after my Dao name."
Observing Mao Zhong’s cultivation, Song Lin guessed it might match his own. Perhaps this was some tale of pre-ascension trials.
"What’s the story of this world? Why were you trapped here, Taoist?"
"It’s a long story. Demons were rampant in this land, so my elder brother sent me down to train...
But unexpectedly, Mao Zhong, due to his lack of experience, was ambushed by demons lying in wait.
They severed his Heavenly Court Array and Restrictions, stole the Mystical Sect Tiger Talisman, cutting off his link to the Heavenly Court, and scattered his troops, sealing him in this place for a thousand years.
If not for Song Lin’s serendipitous arrival, he might have been trapped for thousands more.
Hearing Song Lin’s account of the Real World, Mao Zhong’s brows furrowed deeply.
"In this world are countless such Ghost Kings, as well as the King of Zombies Hou, an extremely malevolent entity. Only the power of the Heavenly Court can suppress it. But with the Heavenly Tiger Talisman lost, we’re on our own—unless we can find it."
Speaking, Mao Zhong casually retrieved the Mystical Sect Gate.
Evidently, this artifact belonged to Mao Zhong.
"No matter. We can rely on ourselves to drive away the demons or find the Tiger Talisman. Taoist, would you care to visit Jiufeng Mountain?"
Song Lin extended an invitation.
He wished to learn more about the Mystical Sect Gate. If he managed to gather useful information, his plans for the coming days would be far more assured.
"Very well. I will shamelessly intrude as your guest."