Chapter 45 Resisting Natural Disasters: One Ghost, Two Myths. The words had barely faded when countless groups...
As soon as he finished speaking, countless will-o'-the-wisps swarmed up, completely surrounding Feng Yi. They clung to him like leeches, gnawing at his soul like ants, making a "crunching" sound and emitting a subtle, stinging pain. These will-o'-the-wisps were also bone-chillingly cold, yet when gathered together they were scorching hot—a torturous experience of both ice and fire!
Feng Yi hadn't sorted out his thoughts yet. He was already unhappy about his inexplicable death and was holding back his anger. Now that these things were rushing at him like they didn't care about their lives, it was a good opportunity for him to vent his anger.
With a swift grab, he tore the ball of will-o'-the-wisp from his chest. The flame had glazed eyes and red, transparent liquid dripping from its mouth, looking utterly blissful and incredibly eerie.
Feng Yi frowned, then gave a faint laugh and asked, "Is it good?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the ball of will-o'-the-wisp to the ground. Then a gust of wind rose up, and he stood still and spun around at an extremely fast speed, leaving no afterimage. All that could be heard were crackling sounds and the will-o'-the-wisps that had been flung to the ground.
But that wasn't all. After shaking off the will-o'-the-wisps covering him, he picked up his long axe and swung it at the remaining flames on the ground. A flash of cold light, and with a few "whoosh" sounds, he hacked them to pieces, leaving only a pile of debris. As he chopped, he roared, "Damn it! I died after drinking some wine! So be it! Coming to this pitch-black, godforsaken place, and you little things still want to eat me! Open your dead fish eyes and see clearly! I'm floating! I don't even have a physical body anymore, and you still won't leave my soul alone! You'll eat anything, aren't you afraid of choking to death?!"
At this moment, a blood-red eye that had been hidden in the shadows for a long time slowly opened. It slowly floated to Feng Yi's side and said, "Arrogant brat, you have quite the temper."
His tone sounded mocking, but it was more like excitement.
Feng Yi raised his head. The eye in front of him looked no different from a human eye, except that its pupil was deep and dark red, and it was surrounded by a black and purple halo. The eyeball rolled around, and anyone who looked into it would feel a sense of fear and suffocation as if they were falling into the void.
But none of this worked for Feng Yi.
Feng Yi stared at the eye with a puzzled look, rolled his eyes to the sky, and muttered, "An ugly, old one-eyed wolf."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he gripped his long axe tightly and swung it down fiercely, shouting, "My name is Feng Yi! You brainless one-eyed wolf, remember that!"
The sharp blade swung down, instantly splitting the eye in two, but it instantly returned to its original shape.
The eye chuckled and said, "Don't waste your energy, you can't kill me."
Feng Yi was about to strike again with his axe, but suddenly put it down.
The eye said, "So you're giving up already?"
After venting his anger, Feng Yi had calmed down considerably. While he was spinning around, he remembered that he had fallen off a cliff while drunk, so he couldn't blame anyone else. But that eye was really annoying.
Feng Yi asked, "What did you say this place was? And who are you?"
The eye said, "This is the Flaming Arena of the Ghost Realm. I am Du, the guardian of this place, and also the selector of all the Ghost Kings."
Yansha Field is a battleground for demons and monsters, and also the birthplace of the Ghost King. There are thirty-three heavenly gates here, each guarded by ferocious beasts and demons, as well as powerful spells that can steal your soul. Without strong martial arts and a resilient mind, you will be torn apart and devoured by what is inside, never to be reincarnated.
That's not all. After passing through the Thirty-Three Heavens Barrier, before they can even catch their breath, they will fall into the Bone-Melting Pool and be burned by the five raging fires of "greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt." Only by enduring these five raging fires can they be reborn from the ashes, transformed, and become the King of the Ghost Realm.
Throughout history, countless demons and monsters have come here, hoping to become the ruler of the ghost realm. However, they have either perished at the Thirty-Three Heavens Gate or been buried under the Five Blazing Flames. Very few have emerged victorious.
To outsiders, the Ghost Realm is a place where demons run rampant, and everyone thinks that all the people there are evil. But they, and even those who died there, do not understand that the one who truly rules the Ghost Realm does not rely on barbarity and evil, nor on treacherous villains who use the name of the Ghost King to wreak havoc everywhere.
What they really need is someone who can protect the countless living beings in the ghost realm.
However, the Ghost Realm is now connected to Tianjia Mountain and is under the control of the gods. Yansha Field, along with this ancient tradition, has been abandoned for many years. Feng Yi is the only person to have come here in the past few hundred years.
As his thoughts raced, Feng Yi wondered whether he was fortunate or unfortunate. It was bad enough that he had fallen to his death while drunk, but to do that, by some twist of fate, he ended up here. Although he was just a mortal, he had investigated cases with Yao Qi and the others over the years, traveling to various parts of the human world and solving human cases. But these cases involved more than just people.
If he can break out of this Flaming Arena, it will definitely be of great help to Yaoqi and the others.
Feng Yi asked, "If I were to travel through all of these places, how long would it take?"
Du's eyes trembled slightly as he said, "Are you really that confident? Aren't you afraid of dying here?"
Feng Yi laughed and said, "As far as I know, not just anyone can come here. The fact that I fell into this place after I died, isn't that fate?"
Du Dao said, "Once you enter this place, you will die; once you leave, you will live. It will take anywhere from ten to a hundred years."
Feng Yi shook his head and said, "No way! Ten years is too long. By the time I get out of here, it'll be too late. I only need one year!"
Du looked at the young man in front of him and thought to himself, "Overestimating himself."
After a short while, Du said, "If you can really pass, I want you to agree to one condition."
Feng Yi asked, "What are the conditions?"
Du said, "I want you to lead the Ghost Realm so that it will no longer be subject to Tianjia Mountain."
Feng Yi raised an eyebrow and said, "I promise you."
Du slowly retreated, and with a "whoosh," clusters of ghostly fires lit up all around, and a door appeared in front of Feng Yi.
Du said, "Young man, good luck."
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world.
Since the banquet at Yonghuai, natural disasters have occurred one after another in various parts of the world. Snow fell in summer, floods raged in Jiuli, earth dragons rolled in Mushu, plague ravaged Wumu, and drought in Yunhuai caused wildfires... People were filled with fear and panic.
The people cried out in despair, all saying it was divine punishment. They flocked to temples to kowtow and beg for mercy, hoping for the divine intervention to save them. Some monarchs even provided relief to the victims while simultaneously holding altars to invite the gods, wearing mourning clothes and fasting, praying for the divine intervention to descend to earth.
one day.
Two days.
Half a month.
January.
No priest ever appeared in the world.
The imperial court allocated funds for disaster relief, but some officials failed to ensure that all relief supplies reached the people, leaving them struggling to make ends meet. Meanwhile, others tirelessly worked for the people, sacrificing their lives to bring them peace.
Some, unable to receive timely aid due to the high mountains and distant waters, were forced to resort to cannibalism; others, to prevent the spread of the plague, gathered the sick and burned them alive in one place; some, wrapped only in their thin clothes, collapsed on the way to deliver warm clothing; and some, unable to receive a response from the gods, smashed their heads against the statues of deities, dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief...
The entire world was shrouded in endless fear and despair.
But Yaoqi and the others never gave up.
Because all countries in the world suffer from natural disasters, they have united as one to fight against them.
During this time, the group repeatedly inquired about Feng Yi's whereabouts, but to no avail. Their hearts remained in suspense, fearing that he had met with misfortune, yet they continued their search without ceasing, hoping for the day they would reunite.
Yaoqi and his mother led physicians deep into the countryside to treat the people and also sent their ailments to Ming Qiyunxiang for discussion on treatment methods. Mizhen ordered his officials to set up firebreaks and use mechanisms to cut down trees to prevent fires, while also building windmills to divert water from higher ground to drought-stricken areas. Yuzhi even led officials and craftsmen to produce disaster relief supplies.
Meanwhile, countries exchanged goods and resources, and after a year of arduous struggle, they finally saw the light of day.
Just then, Mingqi cultivated a flower that blooms in the frozen soil, naming it "Ji Chun Chao" (寄春朝). Originally intended to inspire people, it unexpectedly melted the year-long ice and snow, allowing the flower to bloom and welcome spring. In no time, its fame spread throughout the country, igniting hope in the hearts of countless people.
The disaster relief situation in other countries is also gradually improving. Just when everyone thought that all of this was finally going to end, Mi Zhen and Ming Qi suddenly received a piece of bad news.
Yaoqi and his mother Yiyin traveled around for a year, and due to exhaustion, they unfortunately contracted the plague. The symptoms came on fiercely, and the couple both died.
Feng Yi was still missing, and Yao Qi and Mu Yi suddenly passed away. A natural disaster had claimed the lives of three close friends, a devastating blow to the remaining four.
On the day that Yaoqi and his mother were buried, auspicious clouds fell from the sky, and a great storm raged.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Yaoqi and Moyi ascended to heaven.
Ming Qi and Yun Xiang ascended to heaven along with them.
The four arrived at Tianjia Mountain. Mingqi was the God of Spring, Yunxiang was the God of Medicine, Yaoqi was the God of War, and Muyi was the God of Literature.
Only Mi Zhen and Yu Zhi remain in the world.
This year-long catastrophe officially ended with the ascension of the four individuals.
Mi Zhen and Yu Zhi were happy for them, and the people of the world cheered for them. It was because of the ascension of Yao Qi and the other three that people learned that they were the famous "Four Lords of Tianji".
They were the people's favorites, and their portraits were displayed and worshipped everywhere. People who had previously worshipped other gods converted to them, resulting in a growing number of believers. However, because the natural disaster had just occurred and the world was in dire need of rebuilding and recuperation, these four were unique among the gods in that they did not have any palaces, temples, or shrines, yet their prestige far surpassed that of other gods.
Logically speaking, after a mortal ascends to godhood, he should sever all ties with the mortal world. However, the bond between these individuals cannot be erased by a simple ascension.
The four of them went to Yunhuai to find Mizhen and Yuzhi. They were still dressed in the same old clothes, and it seemed that nothing had changed, but they had a more spirited air about them, and they looked different from before.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the bond between them that has long transcended worldly conventions.
Mi Zhen said, "Your deeds are being praised everywhere, and as your friend, I feel deeply honored. I am always very happy to hear people talk about you."
Ming Qi felt it was a pity and said, "We have all done so much, why should you and Yu Zhi be left here?"
Yu Zhi said, “I think this is a gift from Heaven. Now that everything needs to be done, it is the time when the country needs us as the monarch and queen. We cannot leave the country and the people at this time. If we leave too, what will happen to them?”
Mi Zhen laughed and said, "A-Zhi understands me best. Besides, there are enough of you few to be immortals, so it's good that A-Zhi and I can benefit from your influence."
Haruki said, "Oh! So you're making fun of us now!"
Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Mi Zhen hosted a banquet for them at his villa outside the capital, preparing all their favorite dishes, but unfortunately Feng Yi was missing.
A hint of sadness lingered amidst their laughter and conversation.
Mi Zhen said, "I wonder where Feng Yi is?"
Ming Qi drank a cup of wine and said, "That old madman really is a madman! He disappeared without a sound, and even as a god, we couldn't find a trace of him! Could he possibly burrow underground and hide?"
The next day.
The ghost realm is in turmoil, a frenzy of revelry ensues, and a new Ghost King is born.
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