Chapter 178 Jinjiang

There is a deep abyss beneath the road.

It even makes people wonder whether the entire earth has been dug through.

Now that there were no more people getting in the way and requiring his attention to be distracted, Yan Shixun was finally able to calm down and deal with the strong ghostly aura that was before him.

Originally, for living people, even if Yan Shixun was possessed by an evil ghost, he was still a human being. He could not make full use of the ghost energy. At most, he could only guide it but not trace its source.

Only someone like Jing Xiaobao, who has become a fierce ghost with evil spirits embedded in his bones, can have complete control over and suppress the ghost energy.

But there were two unexpected changes.

One time, Lan Ze was entangled with ghost energy.

When the ghost energy captured Lan Ze, it was equivalent to Lan Ze also capturing the ghost energy, allowing Yan Shixun to find the way to the end of the abyss from the mess of sins where the cause and effect could not be sorted out.

Another time... was something even Yan Shixun had not expected, the power of Yeli.

Although there are many schools of thought in the world for exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, including witches, grandfathers, spirit mediums and aunts, no matter whether their methods are good or evil, their powers have one thing in common.

——They are still alive, so even the most sinister power is still above the lower limit that living people can achieve.

But Yeli is different.

His power did not contain any evil or sin, but it also did not have a trace of life. It was pure cold and dead air.

Ye Li exists with death, he is the god of death.

After the great road of heaven and earth was severely damaged and gods from all sides disappeared, Yan Shixun did not expect that there were still living gods, and they appeared beside him and walked with him in the world.

This really shocked Yan Shixun.

However, it was precisely because Ye Li’s power was different from that of living people that the abyss accepted Yan Shixun, and the great Dao of heaven and earth seemed to have fallen on Yan Shixun’s shoulders, recognizing his name as a god.

At this moment, Yan Shixun experienced what Ye Li had felt in the past.

——All the sins and justice in the world slowly unfolded before him.

It was as if there were invisible words marked on the head of every god or ghost, clearly telling his life story.

Yan Shixun glanced sideways at the human-shaped tree. The howling ghost face on the branches was hideous and terrifying, but his heart was calm and not disturbed at all. He was indifferent to the ghost face's pain and even felt a little disgusted.

Because he could clearly see the evil deeds that Ghost Face had done throughout his life.

Guimian was born a hundred years ago. When he was five years old, he cut his brother's body into pieces like dismembering an ant because he was playing too much. When his father found out and collapsed, he said it was done by a servant.

When he grew up, Ghost Face wandered around the red-light districts, and he could not even remember the number of prostitutes who died in his hands. Later, when the city was in chaos, Ghost Face sold information that he should not have sold in order to survive, resulting in the deaths of countless people.

Ghost Face soon received his retribution and died in pain from a serious illness.

In the underworld, Ghost Face was sentenced to hell to suffer a thousand years of torture until he was reduced to ashes and would never be able to be reincarnated.

Ghost Face’s life and death were like an unfolding scroll, with scenes passing quickly before Yan Shixun’s eyes.

Yan Shixun turned his head again and looked at another skeleton that was wailing in the sea of blood and trying to struggle out.

During his lifetime, the Skeleton cheated people all over the world. He pocketed all the money regardless of whether it was the other party's life-saving money or not, causing many families to be broken up and killed.

The hatred of others towards him turned into a heavy sin that he had to bear, which entangled him day by day and devoured his flesh and blood, turning him into a skeleton in a sea of blood, with his original face no longer recognizable.

Yan Shixun's eyes darkened slightly.

So...has this always been Ye Li's perspective on the human world?

There is little sunshine and kindness, and every soul that passes by is like a snow-white statue covered with dust, becoming ugly.

Yan Shixun suddenly remembered that Ye Li once told him that "there is no salvation in the world".

He could now understand why Yeli came to such a conclusion.

Even if there is a sun without haze in one's heart, if it falls into the dark despair and sees no light around, it will gradually go out in the abyss.

but……

Yan Shixun slightly lowered his eyelashes, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his slender fingers quickly formed seals in front of him. He was not affected by the endless evil spirits around him. Instead, his eyes became brighter.

There is still hope for the world.

There is always salvation in the world.

There are always people fighting to protect lives. The spark of hope is in everyone's resolute eyes, in Lin Ting's writing, in Jing Shiwen's every effort to argue and refuse to give up an inch of ground, and in the faith of the heroic spirits of our ancestors.

Even if there are many evil deeds in the world, evil will be judged and the sinful souls will be sent to hell. Between life and death, justice will flow forever.

There is no need to be afraid even if the shadow of sin is so great that it blocks out the sun. As long as we can clear it a little, one more soul will be redeemed, and there will be a little more justice in the world.

——And that bit of fairness is what Yan Shixun pursues.

Even if there is a pure white soul worth saving among the thousands of evil ghosts, he is willing to dive into the deepest hell and guide that soul to the next life without any haze.

The mysterious and ancient hand seal gradually formed in Yan Shixun's palm. The seal, which was originally obscure and difficult for strangers to understand, was successfully displayed in front of Yan Shixun because it was backed by Ye Li's endless and seemingly inexhaustible power.

At the moment when the low-pitched words of the incantation fell clearly into the abyss, all the evil spirits trapped in hell looked towards the position where Yan Shixun was as if they had sensed something.

The mortal who should not exist here is tall and straight like an indestructible sword, standing sharply across the boundary between yin and yang. No evil spirit can cross this line and step into the human world.

The light quickly gathered in his hands, and the candle flame instantly turned into the light of the sun and the moon, as if a golden crow had fallen into his palm.

The evil ghost had a look of fear on his face, trembling so much that he couldn't even muster any resentment. He desperately used all four of his limbs to escape in a direction away from Yan Shixun.

The human-shaped trees that were attracted by the smell of strangers at first let out shrill howls, pulled their feet out of the soil piled with broken meat, and used their roots full of skulls to drag their heavy ghost masks and internal organs with difficulty, fearfully trying to leave this stranger that frightened them.

Their confused souls could feel that there was a terrifying pressure coming from this stranger, like a mountain pressing down on their heads, as if they would be crushed into pieces in the next moment.

And in that person, the vitality belonging to the human world was actually eroding the abyss of evil spirits. Wherever the light passed, the ghost energy actually disappeared and turned into a wisp of green smoke that floated into the deeper darkness.

Gave him guidance.

Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes and walked towards the direction where the blue smoke pointed.

Just like Lu Xingxing will come back to find his parents when he can’t defeat the enemy.

If the evil spirit has a force that cannot be defeated, who will it go to?

Something buried beneath the abyss has been attracting the evil spirit and making Lan Ze, who is entangled by the ghost spirit, unable to leave.

Those evil ghosts were wailing, and even their sanity, which had long been worn away by the evil spirits and tortures in hell, could feel the fear penetrating deep into their souls.

That is the panic of having all the sins seen through, standing in the judgement seat, waiting for the final torture to be thrown down by the King of Hell above.

The evil spirits, who had always been feared only by strangers, were now so afraid of a stranger for the first time.

However, no matter how they struggled, they could only watch as strangers trampled over the broken flesh and scorched earth and stepped into the sea of blood.

The golden light fell into the sea.

The abyss was still for a moment, and then a huge wave rose up, rushing towards the broken flesh and soil around it.

The human-shaped tree didn't even have time to scream before it was swallowed up by the surging sea of blood.

And just like Moses parting the sea, in the madly spinning blood-red vortex in front of Yan Shixun, a path leading downwards gradually opened up.

The green smoke that had just guided Yan Shixun in the right direction floated down into the seabed, but disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It was an unfathomable darkness where no life could survive.

Even the evil ghosts could not withstand the pressure coming from below, and they wailed and died while still trying to escape.

Yan Shixun didn't hesitate at all, he jumped down and jumped into the darkness.

Strong winds blew up from below, making his coat rustle violently. He had to squint slightly to protect his eyes from the damage caused by the strong wind. He could barely see what was happening below with the help of the light in his hand.

As Yan Shixun continued to fall downwards, the fishy smell of blood gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold and damp smell.

It was like a house that had not been lived in or cleaned for many years, and was surrounded by a cold and gloomy temperature for a long time.

The smell was cold and dead, without a trace of life or warmth. It was majestic and inviolable.

But there is no bloody smell as one would expect from being in hell.

Yan Shixun frowned and tried hard to open his eyes in the strong wind, trying to see the environment below clearly.

The resistance increased layer by layer, and Yan Shixun's falling speed became slower and slower, as if he had to endure double the pressure every inch he fell down.

If it weren't for the power lent to him by Ye Li that was still continuously supporting him in his meridians, and the divine name from Ye Li that made the avenue fall on Yan Shixun's shoulders at this moment, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk in here at all.

What kind of place is this… After the collapse of the underworld, it was still able to restrain all the evil spirits and ghost energy. Even those evil spirits would turn into powder and scatter at the first sight.

Yan Shixun's heart sank.

He had a bold guess.

Ye Li told him that a hundred years ago, when the underworld collapsed and the King of Hell was about to disappear, he tried his best to leave his divine name and all his power in the underworld, supporting the normal operation of life and death for a hundred years.

The aura here is obviously different from that of ghosts, but it makes all evil spirits afraid... Is this the burial place of the King of Hell?

Yan Shixun soon felt that his feet were stepping on hard ground.

It didn't feel like the bloody, muddy and soft soil in hell, but rather like the feeling of a solid stone floor.

A trace of doubt flashed through Yan Shixun's mind, and he quickly adjusted his posture, slightly bent his long legs to relieve the force of the impact, and landed steadily on the ground.

Yan Shixun slowly stood up and looked around with the help of the light in his hand.

Until this moment, without the strong wind and layers of obstructions, Yan Shixun could truly see what kind of place he had fallen into.

There are statues hundreds of meters high on all four sides, and the gods and Buddhas have majestic faces and are awe-inspiring without even being angry.

She doesn't look like a bodhisattva with gentle and kind eyes.

The eyes of the gods and Buddhas here are as bright as copper bells and can't be looked directly at. The lines on their faces are hard and sharp. They hold weapons in their hands and their postures are lively, as if they will shake off the dirt and dust in the next moment, come back to life from their slumber, and kill all invaders and souls here.

Under such scrutiny from all directions, people can't help but feel fear and insignificance.

The venue was empty, and the black ground glowed coldly under the sudden light.

As if it was a sinful soul waiting to be judged, it wailed anxiously and begged for mercy here, but couldn't even get a glance from above.

Yan Shixun looked around vigilantly and discovered that upon closer inspection, those tall statues of gods and Buddhas all had varying degrees of damage.

At the edge of the light, you can vaguely see many huge rocks that have fallen down, looking ferocious and sharp.

It was as if this place had suffered a devastating blow, and all the majestic and inviolable decorations of the past had become dilapidated ruins.

Yan Shixun's eyes darkened. He stretched out his long legs, stepped over the stones under his feet, and walked over quietly.

“Crack…Crack.”

The gravel rubbed against the soles of shoes, making a slight sound, which echoed in the darkness of the empty and deserted dome, making it seem even more lonely and dead.

The collapsed roof, the fallen beams, the dead bones lying on the ground, still wearing the old official robes...

Everything about this place shows what it once was.

Underworld.

Ye Li was right. Although it was somewhat different from the burial place he had guessed before, the underworld was now empty and there was no manager.

Be it the Yinchai or the Ten Kings of Hell, all the official positions that were rumored to exist in the underworld are nowhere to be seen.

All that was left after the catastrophe was the devastation.

“Crack!”

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

Yan Shixun was startled and quickly lowered his head to look.

The charred skeleton of the arm was tilted horizontally, blending in with the black bricks and stones below. It was not clear in the ruins, and Yan Shixun did not notice it for a moment in the uneven light and stepped on the arm bone, breaking it.

Yan Shixun quickly took a step back and whispered "sorry".

Then he saw clearly that the owner of the withered arm was also wearing an official uniform, and his other hand, which had turned into charred bones, was still tightly grasping a thick list of names.

Yan Shixun's gaze followed the skeleton into the distance and saw other skeletons in official uniforms vaguely revealed in the ruins of the collapsed hall. Their images were different, but he could still recognize their identities at a glance.

——Those who once ruled the underworld are nowhere to be found.

They...all died in the catastrophe a hundred years ago.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips, a little dazed.

Therefore, at this moment, the Dao used the divine name that Ye Li lent him to tell all the causes of the past to mortals.

One hundred years ago, the yin and yang were out of balance. In order to seek a glimmer of hope in the chaos and protect the human world from disaster caused by the collapse of heaven and earth, the Great Dao had to recover all the scattered divine positions and powers and re-support the Great Dao that was about to collapse.

Although it is not a long-term solution, as long as it has not reached the end, there is still a glimmer of hope.

The Tao sees through the past and the future, guards yin and yang ruthlessly and selflessly, and makes the most correct judgment for the people.

But for the underworld, it was a fatal blow.

All the gods fell, the underworld collapsed, and the Ten Kings of Hell and all the gods in the underworld had exhausted their power.

The only thing left... was the ruins that now appeared before Yan Shixun, still silently telling of the earth-shattering horror of that year.

Yan Shixun wanted to look further into the future, but the road in front of him suddenly blurred into a cloud of smoke and he could no longer see it clearly.

He frowned and used the divination in his hand to ask.

But he couldn't even flex his fingers.

It was as if the power in the void stopped his actions, the Tao sighed and did not show the future.

——Or maybe...even the Avenue cannot be sure of the future.

When variables come into play, all predetermined outcomes change.

The original dead end began to come alive again, and a glimmer of hope finally appeared in the world. All causes and effects gathered at this moment and began to move towards a possible bright future.

Yan Shixun seemed to have touched something vaguely, but when he turned his attention and tried to pursue it, everything turned into nothing and disappeared.

He subconsciously reached forward, trying to grasp that moment of enlightenment.

But at this moment, a slight turning sound suddenly came from deeper inside where the light did not reach.

Yan Shixun immediately looked up sharply, his eyes as sharp as lightning.

However, on the high platform, the hall that had turned into ruins, the collapsed bricks and tiles slowly rose up under an invisible mysterious force and returned to where they should have been.

Right before Yan Shixun's eyes, the ruins were rebuilt.

"Bang!"

With one final loud bang, the abyss shook.

The headless statue, which was originally built at the highest point, has its lost head restored to its place.

Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The statue is carved with a handsome young face. Although it looks awe-inspiring without even showing anger, it makes people feel respectful, but there is no way to mistake the age of the face.

What surprised Yan Shixun the most was that the face seemed vaguely familiar to him.

Where have you seen...

Yan Shixun frowned, but it was as if that part of his consciousness was blocked by the avenue, and he could not find this face from his memory no matter what.

But no, he must have seen this face before, or even be familiar with it.

Yan Shixun felt this intuitively.

He didn't have much time to wonder.

An invisible force slowly pushed open the stone door that weighed more than a thousand pounds, and the restored hall slowly opened in front of Yan Shixun.

The road extended all the way to his feet.

It was as if someone was saying silently: Now that we have found this place, let’s go in.

Yan Shixun paused for a moment, then calmly walked up with his long legs.

As the light got closer, the deep and dark hall was illuminated inch by inch.

At the end of the majestic and cold hall, on a high seat, a figure sat quietly.

However, the darkness blurred all traces of the figure, leaving only a silhouette, making it impossible for Yan Shixun to see who it was.

Yan Shixun was about to recite the Golden Light Mantra when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from above.

The figure moved.

For thousands of years, all the deaths have prostrated themselves under his temple, and countless souls have anxiously awaited judgment here, but he has always been high above. His statue is cold and without warmth, and he has never cast a glance at the world.

The rules of yin and yang cannot be changed. Heaven and earth are impartial and just.

What he said is the law of death.

"Your presence here means I have found you."

The figure's voice was cold and clear, as if surrounded by an eerie ghostly aura.

"It's too late, the Great Dao will eventually lower its gaze."

Yan Shixun frowned, and for a moment he didn't react to the meaning of the voice.

But a chilly chill spread up his back, freezing him so much that his teeth were chattering and his strong muscles were tense and stiff with vigilance.

Yan Shixun was surprised by his own physiological reaction and became more alert to the identity of that voice.

Logically speaking, all his fears had long been gradually dissipated by the horrific or sad things he encountered while traveling around with Li Chengyun. Moreover, through the countless souls he had dealt with, his mind had become hard and calm, and ordinary ghosts could not shake him at all.

But at this moment, he felt chilled to the bone just because of a voice and a few words.

Besides, what does it mean that "I" found "you"?

Did they find him? Who, Lan Ze, or someone else?

Yan Shixun wanted to ask, but the figure above the hall did not give him the opportunity.

In the semi-darkness, the silhouette seemed to wave its sleeves.

The next moment, Yan Shixun suddenly felt a strong force coming towards him.

The strong wind blew up his hair and blurred his vision. He could only open his eyes as much as possible and look up.

But no matter how Yan Shixun formed seals with his hands and output power to resist the strong wind, the wind was still unstoppable and gently pushed him out of the hall.

"The underworld has fallen, the power of God's name is about to be exhausted, and there is only a glimmer of hope to save the cycle of life and death."

"Below the underworld is my realm, life and death are equal, and I am the supreme one."

"But now, I will lend you this power."

"hell……"

All the tall statues around were shaking violently. The bricks, stones, beams and wood on the hall were falling off piece by piece in the tremors. The majestic hall that had just been repaired collapsed again in front of Yan Shixun, as if the disaster happened again a hundred years ago.

Only that bone-chilling voice penetrated all the roars and echoed clearly in Yan Shixun's ears.

Yan Shixun could feel himself being pushed out of this dark abyss, returning to hell from the sea of blood where he came from.

It was as if the owner of this abyss had rejected his visit and closed the door again, refusing to see any more visitors.

Through the swirling wind and hair, Yan Shixun vaguely saw the face of the figure in the violently shaking light.

There was also the other person's voice that was finally lost in the wind, and the blurred lip movements.

Yan Shixun tried hard to listen carefully, wanting to hear the last sentence, but all he could hear was the sound of the strong wind, nothing else.

The next moment, Yan Shixun’s vision was spinning, and light and darkness were reversed.

Everything was spinning and twisting.

He reacted immediately, using hand gestures to exorcise the evil spirit and steady his body.

But when Yan Shixun looked up again, everything that had just happened had disappeared.

He landed steadily on the wet, muddy, bloody ground. The incessant wails of evil spirits once again filled his ears, and huge waves of blood were rolling.

But the only thing missing was the palace and the statue that had just collapsed.

It was as if all that was just an illusion in his trance.

But the remaining coldness in Yan Shixun's body was reminding him—no, beneath the sea of blood, the remains of the underworld were buried.

It was like the last piece of thought was handed to him by the figure whose face could not be seen clearly. Yan Shixun understood that the reason why those ghosts were imprisoned in the abyss and could not leave was because the remains of the underworld still had residual power, firmly trapping the ghosts who were being tortured and punished in hell.

And now, a hundred years are about to pass.

Nine is the ultimate under God and the number of reincarnation, reaching perfection at ten.

Therefore, the power left behind by the deceased King of Hell in the past will eventually be exhausted before the next reincarnation.

Everything will be reshuffled.

But at this moment, the convoy that Zhang Wubing was in drove off the highway into a dark road that should not have existed, and ran into Lan Ze who was unwilling to give in.

In order to rescue Lan Ze who was entangled by ghosts and couldn't escape, Yan Shixun dived into the abyss of hell, but learned the truth about the underworld...

If any link was missing, or if Yan Shixun did not have good intentions towards Lan Ze and wanted to help him... Yan Shixun would miss the only chance to get the truth.

And in hell, evil spirits will come out in droves and devour the human world.

By then, it was too late.

Yan Shixun stood there in a daze, feeling a mysterious and strange feeling in his heart.

It was as if the great road of heaven and earth had been searching for vitality, but the final miracle was always incomplete and could not complete the ending.

Just when Yan Shixun was doubting and guessing, the avenue that had been resting on his shoulder responded to him.

The Avenue, which has always only been whispered by ghosts and gods, gave a positive answer to a mortal.

It is a mysterious state, as if you can touch the heaven and earth with just your hand.

This is……

Yan Shixun's heart trembled slightly.

But soon, the avenue was withdrawn and Yan Shixun's consciousness was pulled back.

He calmed himself down, and his eyes became firm again.

Although the trip to the abyss left him with many questions, fortunately there were always gains.

For example... the power that was pouring into his body at this moment.

It was different from the power lent to him by Yeli.

Although Ye Li's power is also cold and without warmth, it is even more indifferent and murderous, like a warrior walking down a battlefield covered in blood, with the murderous intent in his heart not yet subsided. He holds hostility and resentment towards the entire world, and wants to roar with all his might to resist the unfair fate.

But after the figure finished speaking, a force with hidden vitality fell on Yan Shixun.

Life and death cycle alternately, and the yin and yang of the Tai Chi diagram rotate.

Life and death are just a thought away.

The most important thing is - after this power surged into his body, Yan Shixun could clearly feel that the abyss was right under his feet.

It seemed as if at this moment, he was the ruler of hell.

Yan Shixun didn't know the identity of that figure, and he never let go of his fear from beginning to end, but he was definitely not a corrupt and inflexible person.

Since this power is useful for the problems he needs to solve, then... of course he will use it with pleasure.

Besides, he also had some guesses about the identity of that figure.

The King of Hell who died a hundred years ago.

Apart from the King of Hell who governs the underworld, who else could say such arrogant yet reasonable words? And whose power is so closely related to the underworld?

Yan Shixun's heart was calm, and there was a smile in his bright eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and made a gesture with his long fingers.

"Today, please..."

A low and calm voice came clearly from Yan Shixun's lips.

"…The rivers, sun, moon, mountains, seas and stars are in my palms. I am bright and dark. The thirty-three heavenly gods are all under my control…"①

At this moment, all the wailing evil spirits were silent as if the pause button was pressed.

They looked at Yan Shixun in horror and tried to struggle desperately, but they could not escape from the gradually brightening golden light.

It was as if an irresistible force grabbed the group of ghosts and dragged them towards Yan Shixun.

The sea of blood churned and swallowed up all the evil spirits.

The darkness of the abyss twisted and shattered, explosions rang out one after another, and the entire space was crumbling.

Finally, with a few loud "cracks", all the darkness retreated, and the evil ghosts were wailing and were stepped on by Yan Shixun.

The entire world that was cut off from reality finally shattered with a huge noise.

The originally still time began to flow again, extending to the distance, but it was like a road with no end in sight, breaking away from the dark road and returning to the real world.

The road above the abyss is shaking violently.

Lu Xingxing lost his balance and staggered forward.

Ye Li frowned slightly and turned sideways to avoid Lu Xingxing's falling figure.

So Lu Xingxing watched the ground getting closer and closer to him. He screamed wildly in his heart, but he still fell directly with a "thump!" and felt dizzy.

Lu Xingxing originally wanted to get up, but the whole ground seemed to have turned into a trampoline, making it impossible for him to keep his balance.

But from this angle, Lu Xingxing suddenly discovered that the abyss that had been preventing him from saving people was gradually closing.

The black line gradually became a dotted line, and the mountains and forests met the road again.

But... Yan Shixun is still down there!!!

Lu Xingxing almost wanted to roar, panic overwhelmed him. He hurriedly got up and tried to grab the corner of Ye Li's clothes beside him for help.

"Aunt! Aunt, my uncle is still down there! He hasn't come up yet, how come it closed?"

Lu Xingxing was so anxious that she was sweating and almost wanted to cry: "If only I had jumped down to help my uncle at that time."

An Nanyuan next to him was even less able to match Lu Xingxing's physical fitness which had been trained by Song Yida all year round by being chased and beaten all over the mountain. He fell directly into the bushes on the side and couldn't even get up. All he could see were circles of golden little stars.

Because of Lu Xingxing's words, Ye Li slightly side-glanced and finally gave him a straight look.

"Lu Xingxing."

Ye Li called Lu Xingxing's name in a low and steady voice.

Lu Xingxing shuddered immediately, as if he had made a mistake and his master had called him by his full name, and he subconsciously stood up straight.

"Do you think I'm not as good as a young Taoist priest who hasn't even graduated yet?"

Ye Li seemed to be smiling.

But without Yan Shixun by his side, he felt like all the warmth had been taken away from him.

The cold statue stands high above the altar, overlooking the world.

"I am with Shi Xun."

Ye Li lowered her long eyelashes that were as long as crow feathers, and her long black hair draped over her shoulders moved without wind, gently floating in the air.

Behind him, large patches of golden light rose from the ground. The roads and forests were shaking and cracking into huge gaps. Light shone through them and gradually spread to the entire world, finally covering the sky and swallowing up all the darkness.

Yeli stood with its back to the light, with ghosts and gods above it.

The ghosts and gods no longer have any attachment to the human world, and even judge that the human world is beyond salvation. They refuse the help from the Great Dao. As the most special and only remaining gods, they are unwilling to support the collapsing Great Dao.

But I was moved by only one brilliant soul.

From that point on, all the remaining emotions of the ghosts and gods turned into a preference for the person they loved.

There is no salvation in the world, but there is salvation because of him.

The Tao does not exist, but it exists because of him.

At this moment, when Yan Shixun chanted the spell under the abyss, above the abyss, Ye Li responded to every word of Yan Shixun.

"You are light, you are light; you are dark, you are dark."

"The great way is here, and you are in the public."

"Rivers, sun, moon, mountains, seas, stars, and the thirty-three heavenly gods are all beneath you."

"Everything you do is the Way, and everything you punish is evil. Everything you say is the Way."

"This is... the judgment of Fengdu."

A low, magnetic voice fell.

Heaven and earth lowered their eyes and acknowledged what Ye Li said.

From this moment on, the mortals to whom the gods and ghosts have made solemn promises have stood above the Three Realms and Five Elements.

He has all the protection of the ghosts and gods in charge of death, and he is the only link between the ghosts and gods and the heaven and earth.

There seemed to be a constant stream of "Crack! Crack!" sounds coming from the void.

Ye Li's narrow eyes were cold and lifeless, without a trace of warmth, and he lowered his eyes to the road.

then--

"boom--!"

The world constructed by ghost energy was completely burned up in the light.

Roads and mountains returned to reality.

The official person in charge and all the personnel sent on the road were shaking violently like an earthquake, their bodies were swaying and they almost couldn't stand.

I just received a call from the on-site person in charge of Binda, saying that Binda is out of danger and their follow-up personnel are entering to carry out the final cleanup work. The official person in charge finally let go of the worry that had been hanging over his shoulders all night, but suddenly he was faced with a drastic change in his location.

"Master Ma!"

The official in charge screamed: "Hurry up and save people!!!"

Unlike the personnel from special departments, there are other normal departments on the scene. They should not get involved in special incidents and die. In the face of crisis, protecting them is the top priority!

The uniformed personnel nearby had just managed to steady themselves by holding onto the vehicle when they heard the official person in charge's words and were stunned.

When they were the only ones protecting the citizens, there were others protecting them...

The uniformed personnel looked at the official person in charge with complicated eyes.

All of them desperately want to protect others and provide a safer environment for others.

At this moment, the uniformed personnel suddenly understood the significance of the existence of the special department and felt respect in their hearts.

Without the official person in charge saying anything, Master Ma had already quickly rescued two people from the car accident investigation team at the first moment, preventing them from falling over the highway fence.

But when he turned around with a solemn face, he was surprised: "That's not right!"

Taoist Priest Ma even changed the tone of his voice: "Yinlu, Yinlu has disappeared!!"

Other Taoist priests who entered the forest to explore the dark road and rescue people also felt this violent shaking.

The Taoist priest quickly held onto the tree beside him to steady himself, but when he looked up, he found a dazed woman sitting in the woods in front of him.

Her face was covered with tear marks, and her delicate makeup had long been smudged by her tears. She looked as if she had been frightened by something horrible and was in a daze.

The sharp-eyed Taoist priest immediately recognized the woman: "Isn't this a member of Daoist Fellow Yan's show?"

"That female guest!"

The Taoist priest confirmed the other person's identity and quickly ran over to save him.

Taoist priest Hu with sheep-beard made hand gestures and told fortunes with a serious expression: "The Yin Road... has disappeared."

"what happened?"

The Taoist priest next to him pointed at the intense light outside the forest with a trembling voice: "The road that was taken into the dark road has returned, and the forest has returned to reality... Could it be that all this was done by Fellow Daoist Yan!"

With the appearance of an evil spirit in his bones and an extraordinary talent, could it be so terrifying?

The Taoist priests looked at each other and saw the astonishment and shock in each other's eyes.

The golden light was overwhelming, illuminating the suburbs in the middle of the night, making it as bright as day.

The sun burns on the earth, and life falls into the world.

Lu Xingxing fell to the ground, looked up blankly at Ye Li who was standing with his back to the light, and slowly held his breath.

The man stood tall and slender, his face cold and expressionless, his long black hair fluttering gently behind him, as if all the light and darkness in the world had become his backdrop.

As long as he is here, the universe, the sun, the moon and the stars will never stop moving.

Lu Xingxing has never touched the great way, he has not reached that level.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that if the Great Dao had a concrete carrier, it would probably be like this.

Lu Xingxing was almost scared to tears by Ye Li's powerful and majestic aura, but she was very tactful and didn't dare to make a sound.

In the light, a slender figure slowly walked over, with his coat fluttering violently behind him, with an astonishing momentum.

Ye Li looked back, and a smile appeared in his originally cold eyes.

"Shi Xun."

He called the other person's name softly, his tone tender and gentle.