92: Chapter 92 Ghost City and the Land of Gods

By the time the eerie power within the temple was completely absorbed,

seven days had already passed.

Ye Xiu's Yang power had reached 13 strands, and his strength had improved significantly.

He slowly stood up.

Immediately, he noticed something different within the Stone Temple.

The statue he had previously shattered had actually returned to the altar and was restored to its complete state.

This scene...

couldn't help but make him frown slightly.

"Whatever ghost thing you are, if you don't have the guts to come out, then stay lying honestly on the ground."

With a cold snort,

the statue exploded once again.

Ye Xiu didn't bother to give it another glance and walked straight out of the Stone Temple.

The world outside was still incredibly dim.

Swoosh...

He stepped through the void.

His Qi Sense enveloped the land once more.

After ten minutes, he discovered another Stone Temple on the ground, identical to the previous one.

Just as he was about to descend, a faint call suddenly rang out.

"Ye Xiu... save me..."

The voice wasn't loud.

Without listening carefully, it was somewhat indistinguishable.

Ye Xiu frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Is it Ji Xingyue?

He couldn't be sure; after all, the voice had come too suddenly, as if it had echoed directly within his heart.

"Ye Xiu... save me..."

The cry for help continued, ringing for ten minutes before gradually fading away.

To go or not to go?

Ye Xiu's brow furrowed tightly. After a few seconds of silence,

he abandoned the Stone Temple below.

With a step,

he transformed into a streak of light, rapidly streaking toward the direction of the voice.

Regardless of whether this voice was from Ji Xingyue, he had to clarify the situation here, or else there would always be an inexplicable confusion in his heart.

Half an hour later,

Ye Xiu arrived at the source of the voice.

An ancient city shrouded in black mist.

Within the black mist,

the dark gray Rule Power was as dense as substance.

Even from the air, Ye Xiu could see those powers of laws blending with the mist with his naked eye.

"Should I go down?"

A flash of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

The ancient city below clearly held an extremely terrifying crisis.

If he entered recklessly, no one could guarantee what strange things would be waiting for him inside.

But if he didn't go,

if he wanted to devour the Rule Power, he could only look for more Stone Temples.

However, those Stone Temples were also unstable.

Just like the statue he shattered, it could quietly complete its restoration right beside him; clearly, its degree of eeriness was also quite horrifying.

If it weren't for the Yang power in his body, which happened to restrain sinister things,

a bitter battle would likely have broken out.

After long consideration,

Ye Xiu decided to go down and investigate.

Since ancient times, wealth is found in danger. Since he was here, he might as well go big.

If he could break through to 100 strands of Yang power in this Realm, then even a Supreme, he would be able to suppress or even kill them.

Moreover, after his strength reached 100 strands of Yang power,

when he entered the Nine Realms Tower again, he should be judged as being in the Godly Azure Realm. At that time, he could keep reaping rewards from the Nine Realms Tower.

If his luck was good,

he might even be able to Cultivate the Heavenly Emperor Sutra in his Sea of Consciousness to an extremely high level within the Nine Realms Tower,

thereby truly stepping onto the path of Using the Body as the Dao.

Retracting his thoughts,

Ye Xiu slowly descended from the sky.

Ignoring the erosion of the mist, he walked directly toward the city.

The black mist contained a massive amount of law power; they were extremely violent and had strong erosive properties.

The moment Ye Xiu entered, they immediately surged toward him frantically.

"Just in time."

Ye Xiu naturally didn't refuse anything. Once the Heavenly Emperor Sutra was activated, it immediately refined all the law power entering his body.

Subsequently,

while refining the continuous stream of law power entering his body, he continued walking toward the city.

After walking dozens of meters,

he finally saw the entrance to this ancient city.

At the entrance,

the gates were tightly shut, with three ancient characters carved above.

Fengdu City!

A ghost city?

Ye Xiu stopped, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

Does Reincarnation really exist? Or is this ghost city the place of Reincarnation?

He remained silent for a long time.

Instead of choosing to enter the ancient city immediately, he picked a spot with thick mist, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to Cultivate with all his might.

For now, no abnormalities had appeared.

It might be related to Fengdu City being closed.

If he were to open the gates of the ghost city recklessly, it might trigger some terrifying changes.

As for whether Ji Xingyue was inside, he didn't bother to care for now.

Becoming stronger was the only path at the moment. If he entered and took risks lightly, he might be trapped to death there before even meeting anyone.

Whoosh...

The dark gray Rule Power surged frantically.

As the Heavenly Emperor Sutra operated, the law power here was being rapidly absorbed.

But this absorption speed,

compared to the law power in the ancient city that was dense enough to be substance, was almost negligible.

As time passed,

the bones within his Physical Body began to be stained with a hint of grayish-black.

This grayish-black was like a form of misfortune, incredibly eerie and difficult to clear.

The Cultivating Ye Xiu naturally noticed this change.

But he simply ignored it.

Improving strength was the only priority right now. These subtle changes couldn't possibly be more terrifying than the Karma of the Zhu Xian Style.

Even Karma could be resolved,

let alone being stained by a bit of misfortune.

A month later,

Ye Xiu's aura skyrocketed.

The Yang power in his body reached a staggering 20 strands.

But he didn't stop his Cultivation; a Holy Land for Cultivation like this was truly impossible to find elsewhere.

...

...

Grandmist Chaos.

A sword light shattered the endless Chaos.

A peerless Taoist nun held a three-foot green peak sword, facing the incredibly violent chaotic laws, forcibly opening a Great Dao of the Sword that belonged uniquely to her.

With the formation of the Sword Dao, a terrifying chaotic lightning punishment followed.

Amidst the crackling black tribulation lightning, that newborn world-shaking Sword Dao grew rapidly.

In just a few dozen breaths,

it grew into a Sword Dao that reached the heavens.

And the moment the Sword Dao formed, it immediately swallowed the endless Lightning Tribulation whole, making the already world-shaking Sword Dao even brighter.

As the Sword Dao completely took shape,

two old Daoists broke through the endless universe into the Chaos.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on successfully opening your Dao." Laozi, riding a green ox, stroked his beard and smiled lightly, congratulating the peerless sword immortal before him.

Zhang Daoling: "Prodigies have existed since ancient times, but a sword immortal stands alone."

Xie Ziran put away the long sword in her hand and shook her head slightly: "In front of you two Seniors, how could I dare call myself an immortal? Wouldn't that be a slight to this humble one?"

Laozi laughed: "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao; this Dao is also not that Dao."

Zhang Daoling: "Now that the world is reviving, this old Daoist feels a great tribulation is approaching. I wonder if you two Fellow Daoists are interested in returning together?"

Xie Ziran remained silent for a few seconds.

After shaking her head slightly,

she spoke solemnly: "The Great Dao in the world was cut off in ancient times, and those ancient existences will revive one by one. We had better prepare early."

Laozi: "Intercepting the mainstream Great Dao—the ancient era truly had great boldness."

Xie Ziran: "Some time ago, a powerhouse opened the River of Time. It likely relates to the ancient Supreme powerhouses; they might not have died."

Laozi: "What is terrifying is not war, but the struggle for the Great Dao."

Zhang Daoling: "Senior, with your strength, are you still unable to open the River of Time?"

Laozi smiled lightly: "This old Daoist is still far from that ancient Human Emperor. Even if I were to forcibly open the River of Time, I could not change his situation."

Xie Ziran: "Internal troubles and external threats, sigh."

Laozi: "Every era will have several children of destiny born to meet the occasion. Fellow Daoists, wait for the opportunity and do not interfere with the operation of heaven and earth."

Zhang Daoling sighed: "It is only the common people of the world who suffer..."