Chapter 80 A defiled body, how dare it share the same countenance as this Emperor?
Feng Jin appeared silently in the Fengdu Imperial Palace.
This place should have been a solemn place where the Emperor of Fengdu ruled over all ghosts.
However, at this moment, a chilling atmosphere permeated the main hall.
At the far end of the main hall, on the Xuan Yu imperial throne that originally belonged to Feng Jin, sat a figure.
The figure wore an imperial robe of almost identical color to Feng Jin's, with a dignified face, imposing aura, and a powerful aura of the underworld emanating from him.
He wasn't regulating his breathing; rather, he was forming a mudra with his hands.
The swirling, turbid aura surrounding it greedily absorbed the fortune of the orthodox imperial palace, attempting to corrupt and assimilate it, and completely transform it into its own foundation.
As a Yin deity born from the turbid qi of the ancient netherworld, he is the overlord of the Black Abyss Prison in the outer realm of Luofeng Mountain.
He already held a very high position and had long coveted the legitimate throne of Fengdu.
Taking advantage of Feng Jin's serious injury and disappearance, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
The moment Feng Jin stepped into the main hall—
The "Emperor of Fengdu," who was sitting upright on the throne, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes, which had been trying to imitate Feng Jin's profound majesty, suddenly contracted the moment they saw the true imperial figure in the hall.
"Fengjin?!"
Mingye's voice was deep and filled with a chilling killing intent.
What alarmed him even more was that he could clearly sense Feng Jin's steady aura and the faint primal power emanating from his body.
How is this possible?!
That day, he and that person jointly attacked Feng Jin. He clearly sensed that Feng Jin's essence was severely damaged, his aura was weak, and he was about to die.
Next, the Shen family's evil trap, which he personally set up, was combined with the seal of the Black Abyss.
That's why he's dared to act so recklessly in Fengdu these days.
Feng Jin, who should have been trapped and died in the mortal world by him, is now completely weakened.
Feng Jin slowly raised his eyes, his dark golden pupils carrying an indifference as if looking down on ants.
"Mingye, you usurped the throne and corrupted the Divine Court. Do you know your crimes?"
"crime?"
Mingye let out a mocking laugh, and the swirling, turbid Netherworld energy around him suddenly solidified, transforming into countless hideous ghostly phantoms.
"In this Netherworld, the strong are revered. If you lose your rightful place, the whole world will vie for it! I am merely following the will of Heaven to reclaim the Netherworld as it rightfully belongs!"
He abruptly stood up from the imperial throne, his face, so similar to that of Feng Jin, appearing even more eerie in the swirling mist:
"As for your desire to kill me? I am the very source of the Black Abyss, immortal..."
"Enough with the noise." Feng Jin interrupted him. "How dare you, with your filthy body, be worthy to share the same countenance as this emperor?"
He raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and a Fengdu imperial seal suddenly appeared.
The moment the imperial seal appeared, the entire imperial palace seemed to come alive, emitting a deafening buzz.
The dormant power deep within the imperial palace instantly awakened, responding to the call of its true master.
The illusory image of the Imperial Seal trembled slightly as it faced the direction of Mingye.
"Ugh!"
Mingye groaned, feeling a surge of law power upon him, and his face, which resembled Feng Jin's, and his disguised imperial robes shattered inch by inch.
It revealed its true form: the turbid, dark energy that was constantly churning within.
Feng Jin looked at his disheveled and struggling appearance, his eyes filled with nothing but mockery: "Now, what do you have to say?"
"Feng! Jin!"
Forced back to his original form, revealing his filthy nature, Mingye was utterly enraged.
Without further ado, he suddenly grabbed at the air with both hands.
"The abyss has fallen! All filth devours the gods!"
The entire floor of the hall instantly transformed into a bottomless, pitch-black vortex.
Endless, viscous, and foul-smelling ghostly energy roared out from the vortex.
Countless filthy demons, condensed from turbid energy, crawled out and swept wildly towards Feng Jin.
This is the primordial power that Mingye wields over the Black Abyss Prison. Its power is so great that it is enough to defile the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit and devour a small world.
Faced with this terrifying attack, which would make even ordinary celestial beings retreat in fear.
With a slight thought, Feng Jin suddenly released the Soul-Locking Chain from the palm of his other hand.
The moment the Soul-Locking Chains appeared, countless ferocious demons rushed forward, letting out sharp shrieks as if they had encountered their natural enemy.
"Those who betray the gods and defy the Dao shall be punished with the Soul Locking Punishment!" Feng Jin's voice was like a final verdict.
The Soul-Locking Chain pierced into the surging, turbid air of the Black Abyss in an instant.
Mingye's pupils contracted sharply as he frantically activated his source energy, transforming the turbid energy in front of him into numerous Black Abyss Shields.
His gaze toward Feng Jin was filled with terror.
He underestimated the speed at which Feng Jin would recover, and even more so, the terrifying power of the Imperial Seal combined with the Soul-Locking Chain.
In particular, he was unable to sense when the seals of the Soul-Locking Chains and the Fengdu Seal were broken.
Otherwise, how could he have been so unprepared?!
Without that person's help, he is no match for Feng Jin.
Escape! He must escape back to Black Abyss Prison immediately! Only there can he use the terrain to his advantage and contend with Feng Jin.
Mingye sneered, "Fengjin, as long as the Black Abyss exists, I will live on forever! When I return one day, I will surely overthrow your throne and make the Netherworld change hands!"
Mingye's harsh words still echoed in the empty hall, but the spatial rift through which he merged into the Black Abyss had been completely closed.
The main hall was in a mess, and the remaining filthy black energy sizzled as it was burned by the golden light of the Soul-Locking Chains.
Feng Jin stood in the hall, his imperial robes fluttering even without wind.
His face was expressionless, as if the battle had never happened.
But only he knew the churning sensation within his body that had been forcibly suppressed.
Healing Shen Yuepo consumed a significant portion of his recently recovered source power.
Using the Imperial Seal and Soul-Locking Chains just now aggravated my old wounds that had not yet fully healed.
Now is not a good time to pursue Mingye to his lair.
He closed his eyes, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and the oppressive imperial aura emanating from his body also subsided.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze swept over the temple, which was now shrouded in smoke and grime by the darkness of night.
Feng Jin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and an undisguised look of disdain flashed deep in his eyes.
“It’s dirty,” he muttered under his breath.
Having said that, without the slightest hesitation, the space rippled slightly, and his figure vanished instantly.
...
The Eastern Ghost Emperor's Temple.
Nourished by the residual power of the ashes, Chen Yuepo was sleeping soundly with steady, long breaths.
Shen Tu stood guard to the side.
Space distorted, and Feng Jin's figure appeared inside the hall.
His face seemed paler than when he left.
"Your Majesty!" Shen Tu immediately went to greet him, his voice filled with worry, "How...are you feeling?"
"It's nothing."
Feng Jin glanced at the sleeping Chen Yuepo to confirm that her condition was stable.
Then, he lightly raised his fingertip, and a Netherworld talisman condensed in his palm: "Issue the order."
The temperature inside the hall plummeted, and even the air seemed to freeze.
"The Northern Ghost Emperor Yang Yun colluded with Ming Ye, and the evidence against him is irrefutable."
Feng Jin's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it made the hairs on Shen Tu's back stand on end. "Send three thousand of your Wuchang Guards to the lowest level of the Avici Hell."
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