"What happened?"
Soft celestial light emanated from the gaps between the scattered Taoist books that had been transformed into a pile, then gently lifted up each precious Taoist scripture, and then sorted and perfected it, revealing the figure that had just been buried.
Something's not right!
While Feng Bingwen was studying the Daoist scriptures, the Imperial Void Cauldron, which had been quietly residing in his Qi Sea without any movement, emerged. It wobbled and rose to the top of Feng Bingwen's head, and then, from its original size of less than a fist, it expanded to a diameter of three feet.
"Something's not right."
Feng Bingwen looked at the immortal light falling on him and focused his mind to sense it. Apart from feeling that the yin energy around him had become more intense, he did not notice anything unusual. However, his mind was somewhat disturbed.
The change in yin energy was normal to him; after all, this was the territory of the Netherworld, an environment perfectly suited for the survival of ghosts and spirits. Hadn't he seen that even immortals kept two ghost kings as maids under their command?
"I don't know!"
The Imperial Void Cauldron gave a forceful and resounding answer that made Feng Bingwen roll his eyes.
"Have you finished reading your book? If you have, I can take you away right now!"
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave without saying goodbye?"
Feng Bingwen felt that he still had to observe basic etiquette. Coming without taking the proper path and leaving quietly would be too disrespectful. The Netherworld Path had been quite considerate of him, at least he had seen clearly what he wanted.
"Boy, the path of immortality values life. Do I need to teach you this principle again?"
"Need not!"
"Then why are you wasting your breath talking to me? Let's go."
The celestial light covering Feng Bingwen's body suddenly intensified, and the scene before Feng Bingwen became somewhat blurry and transparent, giving him a sense of unreality.
"Wait a minute, no matter what happens, are you sure you can take me away?"
“That’s right. As long as there are no immortal Golden Immortals blocking the way, even if there are Heavenly Immortals blocking the way, I can still take you away.”
When it came to what he was best at, Yu Xu Xian Ding immediately answered with great confidence.
"If that's the case, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you let me go and see what's going on? After all, I'm respected as an immortal, so I have some ability to protect myself!"
"Rough and sloppy!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's response, Yu Xu Xian Ding muttered something but did not stop him further. After all, he had already made a boast, so it wouldn't be a big deal for him to just take a few glances.
With a magical artifact to back him up, Feng Bingwen's slightly agitated mind immediately calmed down. He first lifted the books beside him and sent them into the library protected by magical restrictions, then walked out of the dark-toned palace.
Just as Feng Bingwen caught sight of the palace gates, he saw two graceful ghosts, their expressions slightly panicked, rushing towards him.
"Immortal, something terrible has happened!"
"The sky has fallen!"
The two ghosts' beautiful faces were filled with panic, and this fear even affected their ethereal bodies, blurring their curvaceous and alluring forms.
This frantic description left Feng Bingwen somewhat confused, and doubts arose in his mind. After all, this was the cave of a terrestrial immortal. How could the ghost king inside be so flustered? Could it be that something earth-shattering had really happened?
"What's the panic!"
Although the reason was unclear, it did not stop Feng Bingwen from shouting. If he did not help the two ghost maids calm their minds, they would be able to cripple themselves at the current rate of Yin energy dissipation.
"This is the location of the Netherworld Path's mountain gate. What's there to panic about? Your master might be back soon. Even if the sky falls, so what? It's not like we can't hold it up!"
The shout, imbued with Daoist principles, immediately calmed the two panicked ghosts. Their temperaments were not particularly outstanding to begin with; it was only because they had followed a good master that they had reached their current level.
After calming the two noisy ghosts down, Feng Bingwen strode towards the palace gate. When he looked up, he saw the scene outside the palace and immediately understood why the two ghost kings, even if they were ghost kings with a lot of embellishment, were so flustered.
The sky collapsed and the earth caved in!
This is not an exaggeration, but simply a statement of fact.
The gloomy sky was covered with dark cracks, crisscrossing and intricately intertwined. Thick waterfalls of yin energy cascaded down from the sky, and the severed limbs of ghosts could be seen from time to time, which was extremely terrifying. The mournful howls of ghosts echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.
The once majestic and imposing mountains and rivers are now in ruins, and the devastation is beyond description. Endless abyssal fissures are spreading and intersecting, swallowing up the fallen mountains and collapsed palaces.
It's no wonder that this earth-shattering, devastating scene caused the two ghost kings to lose their composure and become unable to control themselves. Even though the current environment is becoming more and more suitable for the survival of ghosts and spirits, who knows if this is the last glimmer of hope before destruction?
"Immortal!"
A soft, gentle voice, even more humble than before, came from behind him. Feng Bingwen didn't turn his head, knowing that the two ghosts, who had quieted down, had approached him.
Do you know what happened?
"I don't know!"
Feng Bingwen gazed at the devastating scene before him, his handsome, sharply defined features remaining unchanged, showing not a trace of fear.
This composure and calmness also infected the two charming ghost kings, giving them a boost of confidence. Although they had just witnessed the destruction of many immortals' caves in this inexplicable upheaval, and the fact that many ghosts who served as their attendants were swallowed by the abyss or crushed by the waterfall of yin energy falling from the sky.
Little did they know that Feng Bingwen was so calm because he could run away at any time. Of course, more importantly, Feng Bingwen had seen far more terrifying sights.
He had witnessed the destruction of the Supreme Dao Sect, and the destruction of Luzhou under the rampage of that giant extraterrestrial beast that could support the sky was still fresh in his memory.
Of course, what impressed him even more was that less than a year later, when he returned to the mountain gate, he saw an even more prosperous mountain gate, as if the previous destruction and ruin had never existed and was just an illusion.
After experiencing this ordeal, Feng Bingwen appeared quite calm as he looked at the scene before him.
He even subconsciously believed that this scene was under the control of the powerful beings of the Netherworld Path, and that the destruction before his eyes was just a temporary price to pay. Once a certain limit was reached, it could be reversed, restored to its original state, or even become better.
"Are you really not clear about this?"
Perhaps it was because Feng Bingwen's expression was too calm, as if he were looking at a small bridge, flowing water, and a family home, that the two ghost kings, who were extremely uneasy, found it hard to believe.
Although the person in front of them was not a cultivator from their Netherworld Path, his status was far more revered than theirs, so it was not surprising that he knew some inside information that they did not.
"That's the question I should be asking you. I don't know as much about the Netherworld as you do!"
Feng Bingwen turned his head slightly and said in a gentle tone.
At this moment, the palace beneath his feet trembled once more, because the mountain supporting the palace was within the swallowing range of a gradually widening abyss crevice, and the towering mountain was breaking and collapsing.
However, unlike the many cave dwellings that were shattered and collapsed into the abyss during the earth-shattering events, the palace beneath Feng Bingwen's feet was the residence of an earth immortal. Even if it was only temporary, its protective capabilities were strong enough.
As the mountains collapsed and the supporting area decreased, the palace, which had been trembling with the changes, gradually stabilized and was no longer affected by the outside world. Instead, it remained suspended in its original position, absorbing the increasingly dense yin energy to replenish its losses.
"We're just lowly servants who serve the master; how would we know any secrets?"
A ghost king with a soft, mournful voice spoke, his expression melancholy.
"Yes, Immortal, we are but spirits after all, how could we know anything? We only ask to preserve our lives, please have mercy on us!"
Another ghost king chimed in agreement.
They may be of low status, but that doesn’t mean they are stupid. At their level, their intelligence far surpasses that of ordinary humans, so it’s not like they can’t figure it out.
The place where the Earth Immortals reside is, in any case, the core area of the Netherworld, yet such a location has suffered such a shocking change.
If it were merely an invasion by external enemies, they could only lament their fate. But what are the chances of that happening? What kind of force could possibly be able to penetrate the heart of the Netherworld in such a short time, leaving other human immortal sects no time to provide support?
Such a force simply does not exist!
Therefore, there is only one other possibility: this upheaval was orchestrated by a powerful being from the Netherworld.
And what role do these spirits play in all of this? Just look at the shattered remains washed away by the waterfall of yin energy, and the wailing and screaming of their kind as they fall into the abyss.
In the eyes of those high and mighty immortals, these spirits are nothing more than lowly consumables, only fit to do menial tasks like sweeping and cleaning. If a major event occurs, they are utterly insignificant.
Given the current changes, the fact that the Supreme Dao Immortal, who is fundamentally different from them and will one day be able to glimpse the Great Dao, remains so calm and composed clearly indicates to them that he knows the key secrets.
What even a cultivator outside the Netherworld Path could know, these diligent spirits knew nothing about, and could only accept their unknown fate with bewilderment.
"Just trying to survive, it's a trivial matter!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the two female ghost kings in front of him with some strangeness. Their auras were pure and clear, and they were obviously proper Yin cultivators. However, at this moment, they were filled with resentment. He wondered if they had been stimulated by the changes.
"Hmm? Immortal!"
The two ghost kings were somewhat bewildered by the sudden promise from Feng Bingwen.
"You are serving Senior Yingluo, aren't you? I came to borrow Taoist books because I am indebted to you, and you have been accommodating to my every request these past few days. I am not so heartless as to be heartless!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the two bewildered ghosts and explained with a smile. His smile, in the eyes of the two female ghost kings, was simply radiant and dazzling.
(End of this chapter)
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