Above the suddenly darkened sky, stars twinkled, their cold light illuminating the distant, undulating mountain range of white bones. Between the mountains, rivers of blood flowed, ghostly spirits howled, and a malevolent aura permeated the air.
Nearby, a dense forest unfolds. At first glance, it appears lush and leafy, no different from an ordinary mountain forest. However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that the branches and trunks of these trees are actually pieced together from bloodstained limbs.
And on each leaf of that dense, lush canopy was a hideous, twisted face, emitting a silent roar, filled with resentment and deathly energy.
"Is this a ghost kingdom?"
In this land of the dead, littered with corpses and permeated with the stench of blood, Feng Bingwen, with divine light emanating from his body, surveyed the surrounding scenery with great interest. He even stared intently at a particular spot, a forest with white bones as branches, souls as leaves, and adorned with fresh blood.
Deep within the forest, a miasma formed from the resentment of countless lives lost in the tragic deaths of countless creatures was so dense that it was almost tangible. If a mortal were to touch it even slightly, he would instantly turn into a corpse. Furthermore, the negative emotions contained within it were enough to cause cultivators with weak wills to lose their balance and instantly transform into demons.
Feng Bingwen was naturally not affected. Although the scene was terrifying, the most important thing was that this forest was not created by the slaughter of humans, but by the slaughter of other races.
The distorted faces emerging from the leaves within the dense canopy looked quite familiar to Feng Bingwen. If he wasn't mistaken, these seemed to be an ancient race that had survived and multiplied in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Feng Bingwen did not know what this remnant clan had done in ancient times, but now, in this secret realm pieced together from the broken remains of blessed lands, they were practically everywhere. As a price, the strength of these remnants was so weak that they were basically inconspicuous.
Unexpectedly, this alien race has fallen to such a miserable state. Just look at the size of this mountain forest; the Netherworld Dao Child has slaughtered quite a few.
However, Feng Bingwen soon had no time to look at the Ghost Kingdom. A towering, majestic figure appeared in the mountains of bones, with surging blood energy gushing out, as if a furnace had fallen into it.
The moment this figure appeared, the deep and silent atmosphere was immediately diluted, and even the mournful howls of the vengeful spirits were much quieter.
However, Feng Bingwen's expression, which had been calm, became solemn. For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis, something he had never felt when he fought against Tianjian Daozi. This Youming Daozi could indeed threaten him.
Ignoring everything else, just looking at this Netherworld Ghost Kingdom is enough to tell you that even though Feng Bingwen found many flaws and saw too many imperfections the moment he was dragged into it, it is still a genuine ghost kingdom.
It's outrageous. Feng Bingwen couldn't understand how a mere cultivator at the Transcendent Realm could possess a ghost kingdom, even if it was a dilapidated one. This shouldn't be something a cultivator at this level could control.
As the saying goes, "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation." Feng Bingwen is no longer the novice in the cultivation world he once was; he now knows many common-sense facts about cultivation.
For example, the famous supernatural power of the Netherworld, the Ghost Kingdom in the Palm of the Hand, is copied, oops, borrowed from the even more famous supernatural power of Buddhism, the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of the Hand.
Of course, based on this, the Netherworld Path, this iconic supernatural power, naturally has its own elements. The Ghost Kingdom can continuously evolve, and its ultimate ideal is naturally to evolve into the Netherworld Underworld, the legendary final resting place for all living beings after death.
However, ideals are always just ideals, and to this day, no great master of the Netherworld has been heard of who has developed supernatural powers to such a level.
However, many immortals have used this supernatural power to create their own blessed lands of bones and grotto heavens of the underworld. Therefore, the minimum requirement for cultivating this supernatural power is to be a human immortal.
yawenku.
This is a method of cultivation practiced by the immortals of the Netherworld when they opened up blessed lands and grottoes!
In other words, this Netherworld Dao Child transcended two realms and cultivated a great immortal divine power ahead of schedule.
Although she did not completely succeed in refining it, she did succeed in part of it, and that was enough for her to rely on to sweep aside those of the same level.
In a battle between cultivators, many factors determine the outcome, including one's own physical condition, the magical treasures and supernatural powers used, and even the timing and location of the battle.
This seemingly cheat-like Netherworld Daoist can drag his opponents into the ghost kingdom he creates, making him invincible from the start—it's practically shameless.
Feng Bingwen stared at the slender figure standing on the giant's shoulders, his expression growing increasingly solemn. He was isolated from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Moreover, this imperfect and dilapidated ghost kingdom, following a will, harbored immense malice towards him, wanting to erase him from its existence, with mournful wails echoing around him.
This is only possible because of Feng Bingwen. If it were any other cultivator at the Transcendent Realm, even the Heavenly Sword Daoist, if they hadn't dodged in time and had been dragged into the Ghost Kingdom, they would have ultimately only met their demise.
Splash!
The giant, brimming with blood and energy, did not move, nor did the beautiful figure standing on its shoulder. However, the stars in the sky, radiating a cold, eerie light, began to move. One after another, chains, shimmering with a chilling luster, descended from the sky, coiling around Feng Bingwen like serpents!
Not far away, in that eerie mountain forest, accompanied by a chilling wind, tens of millions of vengeful spirits rode the wind and rose from the treetops, leaving only bare trunks and branches, which transformed into a thick, dark cloud that drifted toward Feng Bingwen.
"Master, I can't move!"
Beneath Feng Bingwen, the five-colored deer, who had been dragged into the ghost kingdom along with him, trembled slightly. It was the first time she had ever seen such a terrifying scene, and the first time she had ever felt that death was so close to her.
"I can't use my escape technique anymore!"
Hua Chaoyan's voice was tinged with a sob. Her usually invincible escape technique, which she could use with a single thought, had failed her here. She had let her luck down at the crucial moment.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen listened calmly to his mount's lament. The Five Elements Divine Light rose from behind him, transforming into an indestructible barrier that blocked dozens, even hundreds, of white bone chains that had descended from the sky. At his fingertips, lightning crackled, and with a wave of his hand, it transformed into a sea of lightning that poured down.
Thunder, no matter how it changes, is the most powerful and yang force in the world. Its fierceness is unparalleled, and its power is the most domineering and tyrannical among all the Daoist arts.
Feng Bingwen's thunder magic was passed down from ancient sages. Although he often complained about it, it depended on what kind of thunder magic it was compared to. Among the many thunder magics that have evolved over the millennia of humankind, it was considered the best.
Under the thunderous roar, the overwhelming tide of wronged souls was instantly reduced to ashes, and the first row of ghosts didn't even utter a sound before falling silent.
"Sir, I'm truly useless!"
The little deer's self-reproachful voice continued. Since her escape technique was useless, she took off running on her four deer legs and ran wildly through this ghostly realm. She couldn't let the master sitting on her back be passively beaten.
But she soon discovered that no matter how hard she ran, she was always trapped in this area. The distant mountains and the surging blood river had never changed, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not get close.
"Don't blame yourself!"
Feng Bingwen calmly received all the attacks from all directions. Whether it was the chains falling from the sky, the tide of vengeful spirits drifting in the wind, or even the zombie arms reaching out from the ground, he easily neutralized them all.
"You've done your best!"
By this point, Feng Bingwen was basically certain that this Netherworld Dao Child was a cheat code. Although the ghost kingdom she cultivated was incomplete, full of flaws and weaknesses, these loopholes were simply not something a cultivator of his level could exploit.
If you encounter someone at a higher level, such as a Yuan Dan cultivator, well, if you don't come from a major sect, there's a high probability you'll be defeated. However, if you have the inheritance of a major sect, then this Netherworld Dao Child will be defeated, but the premise is that you have a realm advantage.
How did she train like that?
Feng Bingwen was completely baffled. With his magical power, he believed that no one among his peers could surpass him, but it was simply unrealistic for him to cultivate a supernatural power like the Ghost Kingdom in the Palm. He couldn't support it.
He couldn't figure it out, so Feng Bingwen simply stopped thinking about it. He wasn't the type to dwell on things or take things too seriously. There were too many unknowns in this world, and there was no need to understand everything.
Just as no one would ever guess, the innate five elements Dao body he possessed was inherited from a powerful ancient being, rather than something he was born with.
The Netherworld Dao Child opposite her must have received an incredible stroke of luck, allowing her to transcend two realms and cultivate a great divine power that only immortal cultivators are qualified to practice.
He is not the only one in this world who has had many extraordinary encounters. Those born into prestigious families and powerful clans are born with great fortune and rarely encounter extraordinary encounters. This is because most of the opportunities scattered in the wilderness are just icing on the cake for them and have little significance.
However, once they encounter a fortuitous encounter and gain an opportunity, they can do all sorts of things that are beyond reason, even unreasonable and rule-breaking.
"No wonder that giant Longbo was defeated and was literally tortured alive!"
Feeling the immortal spiritual energy within his body slowly and steadily decreasing at a powerful pace, Feng Bingwen sighed sincerely.
Unable to escape or move, they are like trapped beasts, confined to a limited area, enduring repeated attacks from ghosts and undead. Most importantly, they cannot be replenished. In such a battle, no matter how powerful the opponent is, without equivalent means, defeat is only a matter of time.
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