295 The Twenty-Four Chapters of Royal City Chronicles
Jingzhai watched, deeply moved. Some people are instantly recognizable, while others, even family, are viewed with suspicion and forbidden from interfering. She whispered, "Be careful."
The two entered cautiously, their bodies protected by divine talismans that emitted a faint glow.
In the distance, dust billowed, a thick yin energy emanated, mixed with an eerie atmosphere. The spiritual energy was blocked, and the two felt that this place was difficult to deal with, so they silently observed.
In the distance, two teams were engaged in fierce combat. The atmosphere was tense and deadly, yet somehow quite comical.
Both sides were armed with various cold weapons, such as spears, swords, bows and arrows, battle axes, as well as woodcutting knives, kitchen knives, carrying poles, etc. Among the participants were farmers, farm women, the elderly, children, merchants, and demon slayers.
On the other side, there are mostly ghosts, ghost soldiers, commanders, and ghost kings, all wielding various weapons, attacking each other in turn.
The battle raged, kicking up dust, a silent exchange of shouts and clashes, yet the gazes were unwavering, the expressions of warriors facing death without fear. All seemed filled with resolute determination. Wielding their swords, they severed enemy heads and hands!
The archers drew their bows, aimed, and fired the deadly arrow. It pierced the enemy's chest, but the blade sliced through the air; the arrow seemed to pass right through it.
Those who were beaten to death, at this moment, their yin energy returns. Soon, whether it is the original person or a newborn, they slowly walk towards the battlefield, as if it is an endless destiny to fight and an endless number of enemies to kill.
An existence that is neither dead nor indestructible, it seems that this is immortality!
Wandering the battlefield, fate surges like waves; the enemy army is boundless, and the lone warrior faces few. He swings his blade, cleaving the sky, and enemy heads fall in vain. Reborn, he turns back—and the cycle begins again! And it doesn't end there!
In that instant, the wind stopped abruptly, time seemed to stand still, and the scene before them was chilling. The clamor of the battlefield vanished without a trace, leaving only a sharp silence. Both sides turned around at the same time.
One eye held a sinister gaze, the other a blood-red glint, flashing with a sharp, fierce light, filled with cruelty and ruthlessness, resentment and hatred, malice and savagery. The face unconsciously repeated, 'Blood, delicious.'
It's as if saying, "Come with me and live forever, come too, let's be together," and then completely devouring the chosen one.
Jingzhai and Hanlinling, their eyes grave, observed the numerous monsters locked in battle. Clearly, the strange occurrence at this moment had stirred up resentment, creating an entrance to the underworld. The reason was unknown, but both sides clearly loathed each other and clashed.
Although both sides suffered losses, they seemed unable to kill each other. Thus, this place became their battlefield. The duration of the battle was unknown, but this may have slowed down both sides' progress.
At this moment, the powerful being behind them has not yet shown itself. These ghosts, with their hideous faces, rotting bodies, and bare white bones, along with their bizarre postures and strange appearances, can be combined in various ways.
The obsessions unknown in life lead to an unwillingness to depart after death. Therefore, the formation of these strange entities is unknowable, but they vary in strength. The weak can be eliminated through magic or immortal arts, or by those with strong blood energy, whose blood energy imbues their blades for slaying.
However, something strange happened; it was inexplicable and difficult to kill, and the more it devoured, the more powerful it became. Eventually, it formed a forbidden zone, surrounded by ruins.
Han Linling and Jingzhai exchanged a glance. This place was haunted by ghosts and was eerie. If they rushed in from here, it would probably be a disaster! Both of them were compassionate and fearless at this moment.
At this moment, the two exchanged glances, as if saying, 'Be careful, the mastermind hasn't shown themselves yet.' Their sharp gazes, like swords, pierced the enemy's heart. A powerful force, like a raging storm, rapidly gathered. At this moment, Jingzhai focused his mind, unleashing a terrifying attack.
A sword slowly appeared in Jingzhai's hand. It was a three-foot-long green blade, reflecting the passage of time and the coldness of the blade. The sword had a faint flow of light on it. In this strange place, where darkness intertwined, it was like a starlight shining without any light. It was extremely sharp and sought to be the best.
One glance reveals a mind free of distractions, the next it's all gone. He whispers softly, "Brother, where are you right now? Sword of Inquiry, Sword of Inquiry, today, I will let you slay evil."
At this moment, the eerie darkness, the gloomy underworld, and the human world meet, where light cannot penetrate, seemingly blocked by some strange environment. As for why this is so, no one can explain it clearly; one cannot linger here. Too long, and one risks being assimilated.
No one, whether a demonic cultivator or a spirit traveler, stays here for long. Once their business is done, they leave quickly. They dare not linger even for a moment; if they stay too long and are watched, they might be stuck here forever the next time they come.
Moreover, Yin land, Yin land, half of Yang is Yin, and theoretically this place has the same landscape as the Yang world, but in reality it is not. This place will only have the same landscape as the Yang world if you stay for a short time. If you stay for too long, the surrounding environment will change unpredictably.
The Yin Land, the Yin Land, its laws of change are unknown, a forbidden land for the living, an ominous place for the dead, where the weak are devoured by the strong, their souls vanish, while the strong find a paradise. But if one devours too much, it becomes difficult to suppress one's own nature.
His thoughts became chaotic and disordered, influenced by various aspects of his personality. Ultimately, he was neither a ghost nor a demon, but a mad being. Occasionally, he would concentrate, absorbing ghostly energy and carefully cultivating in hiding. However, the feeling and the temptation of rapidly cultivating by devouring other ghosts were simply too great.
There's simply no way to refuse, no way to resist. If you don't devour others, once other, more powerful ghosts discover you, they will surely devour you. Very few powerful beings will escape this calamity. You're either devouring others, or on your way to devouring others.
The cycle repeats endlessly, with no end in sight. Where does it ultimately lead? In the vast underworld, no one can know!
At this moment, Jingzhai's eyes were clear and cold, his gaze calm and composed. With a majestic aura, he held the three-foot-long Heart-Questioning Sword, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, unstoppable and surrounded by flowing light. Its power was boundless, its colors extraordinary, and it carried an aura of righteousness and purity, which was incredibly awe-inspiring. The surrounding darkness immediately retreated, illuminating the three-foot-square space!
He was surrounded by radiant light, clad in precious robes. The light shimmered, as if moonlight were streaming in; under the cool glow, his robes billowed, and with a cold gaze, he brandished his sword, his attack likely unleashing a torrent of sword energy.
With a three-foot sword held before his chest, he simply brandished the Sword of Inquiry, his swordsmanship ever-changing, sharp as a hundred swords. Each swing unleashed a powerful sword aura, its clear ringing echoing continuously, as if to cleave this land apart and cleanse it of all evil.
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