A major battle was ignited.
Those who enter are all risking their lives.
The same applies to the place of rebirth, and also to the three great rulers at the Gate of Hell.
The Yellow Springs bubbled and sputtered, as if a hole had appeared below.
Li Fan felt himself sinking, yet also felt himself remaining stationary.
The Yellow Springs may appear to be a river, but in reality, this river does not meet the necessary conditions for forming a river.
Whether or not there is a riverbed, it will always be here.
No matter what lies ahead, whether it be mountains or starry skies, it steadfastly moves forward.
Its direction of flow seems to exist outside of reality.
For no apparent reason, Li Fan felt a surge of curiosity about where the Yellow Springs would ultimately flow.
Go downstream, and perhaps you'll find the answer.
But... not now.
Li Fan pulled himself out of his thoughts and went upstream.
He simply couldn't distinguish between up and down, up and down, not that he didn't understand the flow of things.
The rolling Yellow Springs nourished his body.
The injuries sustained in the series of battles were gradually healed under the nourishment of the Yellow Springs water.
......
The battlefield was originally dominated by the tacit alliance between the Ghost Ancestor and Houtu, who defeated the Soul Master in a series of retreats.
The divine radiance emanating from the Three Lives Stone was blocked by the claws conjured by the Ghost Ancestor. The past events that should have been awakened became the murmurs of all living beings. Within those ghost claws were countless dead souls.
The Ghost Ancestor pressed his other hand against the Ghost Gate, looking completely at ease.
And that was indeed the case. Although it wasn't part of his plan, he had been waiting for this opportunity all these years.
The cycle of reincarnation was defeated by the Immortal Ancestor, and Houtu led her forces to attack the Land of Rebirth, which presented an opportunity for the Ghost Clan and others.
Whether they will reverse the Heavenly Gang's control of the Ghost Gate, seize the Yellow Springs, devour the Land of Rebirth and transform it into the Ghost Land, or be reduced to dust like Phoenix Ancestor, depends on this one.
Although there are only two possible outcomes, the odds of winning are not evenly matched.
To be more precise, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a near-death experience.
Facing taboos head-on is inherently dangerous, needless to say.
But he still came, because the cycle of reincarnation had revealed a flaw.
This flaw is something that has never happened before.
He has to risk his life.
Just as the thought flashed through the Ghost Ancestor's mind, a chilling feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
With a crack.
The Ghost Ancestor suddenly turned around.
You won't be surprised if you don't look, because once you do, you'll be shocked.
What he was pressing down on wasn't a door at all, but clearly an open, ferocious mouth.
The mouth is moving, the arm is breaking.
Reincarnation!
Ghost Ancestor was filled with dread, and his first thought was to escape.
wrong!
It can't be reincarnation.
Or perhaps it could be the will of reincarnation, but his power couldn't possibly reach that level.
I personally witnessed the battle where he killed Fengzu.
Though the taboo is strong, we rulers have never been ants.
"Reincarnation, you can't do anything to me!"
Black smoke billowed from the Ghost Ancestor's eyes, and his entire body transformed into a strange form amidst the billowing black smoke.
The black smoke condensed into jet-black lava, which then gradually solidified and revealed the color of obsidian.
His very presence was a terrifying presence, a testament to the tension between life and death.
Its form was clearly a miniature version of reincarnation.
The Ghost Ancestor's arm was not shattered at all.
The gate to hell that he pressed down on was still there.
He assimilated into the Ghost Gate.
But it was also assimilated by the Ghost Gate.
"A clown!"
A cold, disdainful voice came from the Ghost Ancestor.
Immediately following was the terrified voice of the Ghost Ancestor.
"Reincarnation is impossible."
You have already lost; it was all an illusion.
You can't fool me, you can't fool me!
Although the Ghost Ancestor was roaring, he no longer had the confidence he had before.
He tried to let go of the hand pressing on the gate of hell, but no matter how much he shook his arm, he couldn't shake the gate off.
It's as if it were part of the arm.
The more the Ghost Ancestor struggled, the tighter the door adhered.
"You ant, why do you think you're still alive?"
"You think Fengzu is really dead again?"
"You are nothing but puppets created by my power, born with a rebellious will that seeks to overthrow your superiors."
"You think you're all that just because we gave you a little taste of success?"
"You think you're worthy to devour my power?"
"Innocent!"
The cold words of reincarnation shattered the Ghost Ancestor's psychological defenses.
He began to question the meaning of life.
Upon careful review, it seems that this is indeed the case.
Phoenix Ancestor's Nirvana and his own Ghost Path seem to be related to reincarnation.
"madness!"
Just as the will of the Ghost Clan was sinking, Houtu's voice came.
"If he could kill you, he wouldn't need to waste his breath talking to you."
Don't listen to what he says, fight him to the end.
"You're going to die either way, what are you confused about?"
Houtu's voice was like a resounding bell; she had arrived at the Gate of Hell without anyone noticing.
The raised bone club swung down heavily, seemingly intent on smashing the Ghost Ancestor's head.
But at that moment, the Ghost Ancestor's head changed.
A familiar face appeared in Houtu's sight.
Heavens!
He looked at Houtu with eyes full of affection.
"Reincarnation, are you courting death?!"
Houtu, her tender heart torn apart, erupted in fury.
My whole body expanded rapidly, like an inflated balloon.
The body that originally looked like that of a child instantly transformed into a terrifying giant.
The bone stick in her hand now looked like a toothpick.
With a bang.
The Demon Ancestor's head was blasted off.
Then it crashed heavily into the gates of hell.
"Soul, you idiot, are you a pig?"
"Stop her? Is it really that hard to stop her?!"
From within the blasted-away head came the furious roar of reincarnation.
So close!
We were so close to succeeding.
As long as he takes control of the Ghost Ancestor's body, he will have a chance to turn the tables.
It's not about turning the tide of this game, because what he's facing now is just a minor situation.
The game that Reincarnation needs to turn around is the one against the Immortal Ancestor.
Losing first doesn't mean total defeat; the real skill lies in surviving to the end.
As a result, due to the Soul Master's negligence, his plan to seize the Ghost Ancestor's body is on the verge of failure, which makes him furious.
A single rage in the cycle of reincarnation, life and death are unpredictable.
The gates of hell open wide, and the Yellow Springs become the body.
With a gentle lift of the arm formed from the murky spring water, the pitch-black City of the Dead flew toward him.
The buildings in the city collapsed and flew out, transforming into armor that pierced Huang Quan's body.
The Soul Master knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling like a leaf.
At this moment, he knew perfectly well that he had made a mistake.
With the supreme Lord of Reincarnation appearing, his life was effectively over.
"Under this starry sky, the greatest rule is fists. I don't care about any taboos or restrictions. Let me use my fists to see just how much you're worth!"
The giant Houtu charged forward.
No matter what level you're at, I'll throw a punch first.
Encouraged by her, even the Ghost Ancestor, whose head had been knocked away, began to move.
He controlled the smaller, headless version of Reincarnation and charged forward as well.
"Soul, you idiot, what are you standing there for? Make your move!"
Reincarnation was furious.
He was genuinely furious.
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