Chapter 581: Emperor Dongyue Resurrects and Confronts Yama
The blood-red moonlight penetrated the nine layers of dark clouds, and the entire city roared violently at this moment.
The 36,000 soul-calming steles scattered in various corners of the underworld burst at the same time, and the moss-covered walls oozed brown-red liquid, like millions of festering wounds.
An indescribable feeling of palpitations arose in everyone's heart.
Even leaders as strong as Gris and Lu Wenwu still felt their scalps tingling.
At this moment, an extremely terrifying existence is awakening.
Even just a wisp of breath emitted when the seal collapses is enough to make people feel shocked.
The corners of Lu Wenwu's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes revealed strong excitement and fighting spirit.
But at the same time, he did not forget to shake Xiaobao out to help.
Let the kitten take a nap. It can’t be that it really doesn’t want to help!
Lu Wenwu, who has a clear self-awareness, knows that he will definitely not be able to take care of his teammates if he gets too excited, so he offers a seafood dinner in exchange for Xiaobao and others protecting these Blue Star Martial Saints.
If there is an opportunity, it is best to kill a few aliens and strike a blow to the enemy's manpower.
The kitten was very unhappy because his sleep was disturbed.
However, for the sake of the seafood dinner, the kitten agreed with a curse and expressed great dissatisfaction with the fighting environment.
"Happened. What happened."
A martial saint from an alien race suppressed the fear in his heart, but the panic in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
Gris had no intention of answering it. He just took out a round shield from somewhere and held it in front of him, with the soul fire in his eyes flickering at a very fast frequency.
It was Lu Wenwu who kindly answered its doubts: "The entire world here is a huge seal. The bronze door is the first, and this Fengdu Ghost City in front of us is the second, and also the core."
"However, the builders were in a hurry, and a capable sealed individual inside tampered with some of the Dao patterns and gained control of some of the authority. This caused the seal to become both a tomb and a time capsule."
"In other words, the owner of this place is about to wake up."
The moment Lu Wenwu finished speaking, the Sansheng Bridge collapsed and fell into the Wangchuan River, and the water level of the 800-mile Yellow Spring began to rise rapidly.
At this moment, the entire underworld was hit by a magnitude 12 earthquake.
Under the gaze of the Eye of True Vision, Lu Wenwu clearly saw that the power of the laws of the underworld was rapidly flowing back and merging into the ancient city in front of him.
As the laws and authority were withdrawn, the forces that supported the actions of the obsession body collapsed.
Those figures who should have died at least millions of years ago finally fell one after another, their bodies and the echoes of their remaining thoughts turned into star-like lights and disappeared without a trace.
These souls, who had been entangled in battle for countless years, finally rested in peace.
When the blood-red full moon was hanging high in the sky, the Forgotten River began to boil, and the water was as thick as blood.
The city wall that had been sealed by the formation for hundreds of millions of years began to crack.
Black fog snaked out from every crack, winding upwards, wrapping around the mottled city wall and gnawing at it.
The thick shell covered with moss weathered, and the Taoist patterns and talismans broke into pieces, revealing the two words "Fengdu" that looked like silver hooks and iron paintings.
The power of law and authority continued to be injected, and the gray and dilapidated city building began to peel off debris, revealing the dark red interior.
Countless powerful human beings were stunned for a moment.
Even though they had fought on the battlefield for many years, and each of them was a Star Martial Saint who was accustomed to death and corpses and had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, they still felt a little nauseous at the scene before them.
The scarlet city wall had an almost flesh-like texture. Every brick was trembling and wriggling. Bumps with faces emitting painful howls kept protruding out from it, and then retracted again after a while, repeating over and over again.
The core of the city wall was actually built with living souls and bodies!
The flesh and souls were disassembled using secret methods and then melted alive into bricks, which were then piled up and melted together.
The city before my eyes is alive!
"What the hell is this?! Turning people into bricks, then sealing their souls inside to animate them!?" Doutian Wusheng's hairs stood on end. "Is this really the underworld from mythology? And not the Lion Camel Ridge from Journey to the West? This practice is worse than that of animals!"
"Myths are just myths. Don't treat them as real history. They are exaggerated and embellished. Moreover, the cultural heritage between you and the ancient human race has long been broken, so what you have is nothing but specious things."
Lu Wenwu stared intently at the changes in Fengdu Ghost City. His powerful energy and blood began to circulate, and he explained without turning his head.
"The underworld and the netherworld are real, and the scene before us is even more real. Hasn't the battle between the obsessions along the way made you understand? Perhaps those guys in the Immortal Court aren't doing things in a very honest way, and the netherworld that rules the underworld isn't full of good people either."
"Doutian, you are too naive."
The Martial Saint Qingtian also spoke.
"From the description of the Dragon Palace Spirit and the records in the Dragon Palace's collection of books, it's not difficult to see that although the Celestial Court may seem ordinary to us, it is already a force that leans towards lawfulness and justice, and is also the only force capable of constructing a seal of this level."
"With cultivation resources drastically reduced and the heavens and earth already shattered, any force that could be surrounded and sealed by such a massive force dispatched by the Immortal Court cannot possibly be Lawful Good. Therefore, nine out of ten times, they are enemies."
"We're going to fight mythical beings," the Divine Martial Saint muttered. "The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, the Black and White Impermanence, are all dead. Who will we face next? The Lord of Mount Tai? Or Hou Tu Zu Wu? Or perhaps Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun?"
"One look at Ding Zhen and I can tell he's reading prehistoric online fiction. Where in mythology are there such things as ancestral witches? Hou Tu Niangniang is more like that," a young-looking Martial Saint commented with a grin. "I didn't expect that you, the Forefather of the Imperial God, have such a hobby?"
"Get lost!"
The old face of the Martial Saint Yushen turned red, and he couldn't help but use curses to cover up the fact that he had dug out an underwater dragon palace with his toes.
“Crack!”
Twelve purple lightning bolts struck down at the same time, illuminating the shadowy figures of thousands of ghosts in the city.
The moment the pale lanterns were lit on the watchtower of the city wall, the entire Fengdu seemed to come alive at that moment.
It's like a still videotape with the resume button pressed.
The skeletal turtle carrying the broken flag slowly turned its neck, and dark green phosphorescence flashed in its bronze eyes.
The sound of dragging chains came from deep in the city gate corridor, and a shrill roar that was neither human nor inhuman mixed with the sulfur-smelling wind wrapped in the roar of evil spirits filled the lungs.
The long-dried moat had been filled with a sticky scarlet liquid at some point, flowing like the Yangtze River, straight into the turbulent Forgotten River from the end.
Suddenly, a number of ferry boats that were so dilapidated that they seemed to have rotted away emerged in the blood-red river.
There was nothing under the boatman's hat, only a pair of eyes lit up.
The mummy-like hands rowed the oars, accurately pushing aside the boiling black and red waves.
"The Ferryman of the Underworld? Is there such a thing in mythology?" Doutian Wusheng murmured again.
"It's in Greek mythology, but your place was destroyed long ago, so you might not know much about it. As I said, myths can't be completely believed, but they can also be disbelieved."
Lu Wenwu looked solemn, but a hint of anticipation couldn't be suppressed in his eyes.
He felt that the laws of time and space were fluctuating violently, and the laws that constituted the six realms of reincarnation were gradually being activated.
"Everyone, prepare to fight, the big one is coming!"
Dark green phosphorescent fire surged out from the depths of the crack in the ground, and the mottled city walls emitted a muffled sound like rotten wood cracking.
The broken monuments on the ground suddenly floated up, forming an inverted Big Dipper formation.
Indigo ghost lights shone from the empty eye sockets of the skulls piled up under the archway, like a flock of crows flapping their wings over the street.
Thick black mist emerged from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, wrapping around the broken limbs and bodies and piecing them back into shape.
Just like undead creatures.
They are gradually taking back their bodies.
Even though it has decayed into bones, it can still carry the soul that has been sealed for countless years under the power of the underworld.
When the last core pattern was broken, the seal was completely broken.
In the center of Fengdu Ghost City, deep in the Dongyue Imperial Palace.
A skeleton-like figure dressed in a dragon robe was standing in the once magnificent palace, sitting on the imperial throne that had gradually decayed and cracked.
The seal belonging to the highest authority in the underworld was now in his hand, and it glowed again with the infusion of countless laws and powers.
More and more intense and dazzling!
The eyelids of the Great Emperor Dongyue fluttered, shaking off the accumulated dust.
Beneath the blue-gray skin, tens of thousands of scarlet red threads emerged from the Dongyue Emperor's Seal, and flowed along the bronze tassels into the meridians that had been dry for countless years, nourishing the flesh and blood that had long been exhausted.
“Bang!”
With the injection of vitality, the shriveled heart became round again and began to beat again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As the heart beat faster and faster, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth turned into a vortex.
The dried-up body was constantly being nourished, the newly born blood was pumped to every corner of the body, and the terrifying power hidden in the limbs and bones was gradually returning bit by bit.
The eyes of Emperor Dongyue opened slightly, a sinister smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and a roar like the friction of dead wood came out of his throat.
"I have used you to crown myself for millions of years. I shall reign supreme over the world!"
"Without that sanctimonious hypocrite, the Emperor of Heaven, who can stop me again?"
His gradually recovering palm pressed against the Dongyue Emperor Seal, which was constantly recovering its peak strength. The crimson divine light climbed up along the dragon-patterned robe and exploded into blue sparks between the twelve jade tassels.
"Ox-headed, Horse-faced, Black and White Impermanence, and the seven Yamas. It doesn't matter."
"The world has undergone a major transformation. In this Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy is scarce. No cultivator in the world can advance to the stage of He Dao and achieve the status of Immortal Venerable."
"I am invincible in the world!"
The bone-eroding cold wind blew black sand into his throat, causing his throat bones, which had been rotten for thousands of years, to issue the first decree since the Dongyue Emperor regained consciousness.
"All officials! Return to your positions!"
In an instant, boundless power burst out from the hands of Emperor Dongyue.
Like a spring breeze that revives everything, it awakens everything wherever it passes.
The seventy-two palaces of the underworld burst into green light, and pale mandalas grew wildly between the beams and pillars.
The judges peeled off from the stone carvings one after another, and the blood drops falling from the tip of the cinnabar pen condensed into a book of life and death in mid-air. Cracks of the six reincarnations appeared where the pen tip passed, and the Yin and Yang book was startled and flipped over.
In the first hall, Prince Qin Guang stroked the frost-covered mirror with his fingertips. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the mirror surface like the struggle of a drowning person. Souls were imprisoned in it, tormented day and night.
The King of Hell in the Fifth Hall was dressed in a crimson official robe, with black iron chains clanging in his hands, dragging countless dead souls with him as he stepped out of the ruined hall.
The Ten Kings of the Chakravartin were clad in ancient armor, holding a bone spear wrapped with a blood-red evil dragon in their hands, which rubbed against the ground, producing eerie sparks.
Inside the Imperial Palace, the Great Emperor Dongyue roared like thunder: "Where are the mighty soldiers of the underworld?"
The next moment, the soul-calming drum at the east corner of the city wall suddenly sounded, and dense scratches appeared on the drum surface.
The shriveled eyes of the corpse floating in the blood river of the moat suddenly opened, and a ferocious look appeared on its face.
In the vortex formed by the sticky blood, densely packed figures used their hands and feet to scramble to crawl outside.
They raised their heads, which were rotten to the point that their throats were exposed. From deep in the clouds soaked by the blood moon, came the unwilling roars that had been sealed away millions of years ago.
Souls that have been sleeping since ancient times are reshaping their bodies with the power of death in the residual flames of the eternal lamps.
The bone armor rubbed against each other, making a sharp hissing sound. The ancient armor was refined again by the flames born from the burning soul, and it had a mirror-like luster.
Where the rust fell, dark brown bloodstains appeared on the bluestone slabs.
The night parade of a hundred demons is no longer an exaggeration.
"Destroy the world of the living and kill all who resist!"
An increasingly powerful voice came from the depths of the Imperial Palace.
Along with it, there was also a tiger talisman that emitted a lustrous jade color.
When King Yama raised his hand to catch the tiger talisman, the soul-binding chain wrapped around his arm jingled.
A bluish light shone beneath his pale face, and the sound flowing between his lips and teeth was like sand rubbing against the surface of a monument.
"My lord, I obey the order."
The sound of the rotten door hinges turning was like nails scratching against a coffin, eerie and harsh.
The moment the city gate burst open, blood rained down from the torn wound in the sky, and even the heavens were crying.
King Yama personally drove his chariot over the 999 steps of the Danchi, and rushed out of Fengdu City holding a black evil dragon banner.
The nine white-skeletal war horses pulling the cart were emitting ghostly fire, and their neighing sounds were like dark clouds, revealing the 100,000 ghost soldiers in armor and holding spears behind them.
Dark green phosphorescent flames drifted beneath the rusty tiger helmet armor, and the iron boots crushed countless wandering ghosts that had not yet escaped.
Where the ghost soldiers trampled, phosphorus condensed into cold blue flames that burned the soul. Black water seeped out of the gaps in the armor and flowed over the stone steps, staining the bronze ghost face like the tears of the living.
The gods who wandered day and night dragged their shackles through the city gate tower, and the iron chains scraped against the red sandstone, sending out sparks.
King Qin Guang and King Zhuanlun each led a group of ghost soldiers and stood on both sides of the central army led by King Yama, forming a neat battle formation.
Lu Wenwu's position was less than a kilometer away from the army of ghost soldiers, which was almost face to face. He was confronting the army alone.
The moment he saw the three Yamas leading their troops out of the city, the excitement on his face disappeared.
Instead, there was intense anger and murderous intent that reached its extreme.
"You filthy bastards! How dare you call yourself Yama!"
(End of this chapter)
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