161: Secrets of the Netherworld

Thinking of this, Netherworld Old Ghost became even happier.

It was not in vain that he had traversed half of the Netherworld to collect these old ghosts.

Indeed, when people do bad things, they never feel tired.

This scene now was exactly to his liking.

"Jie jiejiejie, little emperor, it seems you are even more ruthless than I imagined. You can even lay hands on your own Old Ancestors."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Next, let these old ghosts of your family play with you first!"

Although he was invited by Chancellor Liu to conquer Qingzhou, having lived for so many years, Netherworld Old Ghost was not foolish.

This Formation could resist ghosts and corpses, which was definitely not something ordinary people could achieve.

Therefore, there must be a formidable character in Qingzhou.

But so what!

What divine protection, Liu Chongshan didn't believe it, and neither did he.

If there really were gods, where were they when the great fire descended thirty years ago?

Where were the gods when he struggled bitterly in the Netherworld, wishing he were dead?

His Master was gone, his Senior Brothers and Junior Sisters were all dead, and he himself had endured inhuman torment, barely surviving by the skin of his teeth.

Now, he could walk sideways in the Mortal world.

Why should he believe in gods?

He didn't believe in gods; he only believed in himself.

***

It must be said that Netherworld Old Ghost was indeed on the same path as Liu Chongshan; their thoughts were largely similar.

Even if there were gods, a local god who couldn't even leave Qingzhou, Li Shun was willing to flatter him, but they didn't care.

If they didn't submit, they would simply be annihilated.

At this moment, Li Shun dared not directly attack, and Netherworld Old Ghost could not break in, so both sides were in a stalemate.

The protective shield was like the Mariana Trench, turning a Dragon-Tiger battle into a child's game.

You curse me a few times, I push you once.

Accompanied by flashes of sword light outside the protective shield, the twelve ancestors of the Li family were continuously torn apart and reformed.

The golden light of the Son of Heaven's Sword pierced through the protective shield for the tenth time, and the twelve ghost figures skillfully let out miserable screams, then slowly reformed—even the pitch of their wails was exactly the same as before.

On the city wall, the originally tense atmosphere gradually became eerie.

What should have been a fierce battle ended up being a free show, and watching it made them sleepy.

Some soldiers secretly yawned.

"This... this has been going on for a long time, why does it seem like they're just playing around?"

"It's... it's... it's... it's coming again."

"Aren't these important figures tired? When do we go up?"

"Are you stupid? It's a good thing we don't have to go up. Don't think it looks easy now; those are real ghosts!"

"I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen such... uh... turn-based spellcasting."

"This has gone back and forth seven or eight times already."

"Do you want to bet? I bet the next round will be the same."

"..."

***

Netherworld Old Ghost looked at the scene on the city wall, his decaying face twitching a few times.

He suddenly found the scene ridiculously funny—he, a dignified and formidable fiend from the Netherworld, was playing such a boring game with a group of Mortals?

"Enough!"

Netherworld Old Ghost suddenly put away his soul suppressing banner, and the twelve ghost figures immediately dispersed into the air as if granted a great pardon.

There was an uproar on the city wall.

Li Shun raised an eyebrow: "What? Can't play anymore?"

Netherworld Old Ghost gave a sinister smile, his decaying lips twisting into a strange arc: "Little emperor, this Venerable has changed his mind."

"Since I can't break through your turtle shell anytime soon..."

"Then this Venerable will besiege without attacking, and see how long you can last!"

After speaking, Netherworld Old Ghost waved his black robe, and countless black Qi surged from all directions, instantly encircling the entire city of Qingzhou.

Netherworld Old Ghost's voice echoed in the black mist.

"Without food and supplies, without reinforcements, this Venerable wants to see how long your protective shield can protect the people of the whole city!"

Li Shun: "..."

How to put it?

He didn't take these threats from Netherworld Old Ghost seriously at all; he even found them a bit amusing.

How many demons and monsters were coveting Qingzhou now? Would he be afraid of a mere Netherworld Old Ghost?

Netherworld Old Ghost's move was like having money but spending it all on the hilt of a knife.

They weren't just a city, but a whole state!

Self-sufficiency was not a problem at all. Besiege?

Heh~

Go to bed and dream.

Unfortunately, Netherworld Old Ghost disappeared after his threats, and he didn't even get a chance to mock him.

***

The System, which had silently watched the entire process from the shadows: "..."

It knew it.

As expected of the Star Isolation Grand Formation purchased with one billion incense points, even if the Host was in seclusion, Qingzhou would remain safe and sound.

Only Netherworld Old Ghost?

The Netherworld?

According to its Host's concept, the Netherworld was equivalent to the Underworld in the Host's understanding.

Except that the Underworld had no gods, and evil ghosts ran rampant.

There were no sun, moon, or stars there, only an eternal crimson sky.

The System silently brought up its database, and information about the Netherworld unfolded in the Void Realm like a scroll:

【Netherworld Archives】

Ninefold Netherworld

Characteristics: Gathering place for wandering Souls, sinking place for resentful spirits, main camp for ghost cultivators, ancient Forbidden Ground.

【Special Annotation】

The current Netherworld is in a "masterless" state. Since the fall of the last Netherworld Emperor three thousand years ago, order has collapsed, and it is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

The Netherworld is in a spatial rift. For humans, it is equivalent to another dimensional world, and only Souls after death can enter.

A spatial rift, this is a concept beyond human comprehension; it separates the Netherworld from the real world.

This rift is not an ordinary crack, but a dimensional break, making the Netherworld an existence independent of our daily experience.

Under normal circumstances, human Souls, after the end of life, will break free from the shackles of the flesh and drift towards the Netherworld.

It's unexpected that even old ghosts from the Netherworld want to get involved in Qingzhou. Interesting, interesting.

***

At this moment, deep within the Netherworld, Netherworld Old Ghost was passing through a forest of white bones.

On the twisted bone trees hung countless fresh human corpses—all were living sacrifices recently abducted from the human world.