356: Chapter 343 Physical Salvation, Mighty Army Presses In at the Gates of Hell

Ghost Gate Pass, where the living must stop, and the departed return.

This is the only official passage connecting the Yin and Yang realms, and also the Face of the Netherworld and its first line of defense.

This massive pass, reaching a thousand zhang in height, is crafted entirely from ten-thousand-year-old Yin-Sinking Wood and Nether Obsidian. The city walls are engraved with all kinds of ferocious ghost-head reliefs, each sealing a vicious ghost within. It is shrouded in gray-green mist all year round, exuding an aura of death that fills one with despair.

On normal days, only departed souls holding a road permit can pass. If a living person approaches, that Yin Fiend alone could freeze them into an ice sculpture, or even suck them dry of their Yang Qi.

At this moment, Ghost Gate Pass is tightly shut, with its defensive grand array fully activated.

On the city towers, Yin soldiers and ghost generals in tattered armor stand densely packed. Each one holds a mourning staff, a soul-hooking chain, or a bone blade. Their Faces are blue-black, and though they look quite terrifying, at this moment, their legs are trembling.

Responsible for guarding the pass are the Netherworld generals—Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

The two are massive in stature, standing fully three zhang tall.

Ox-Head holds a giant steel fork and shouts toward the sky in a muffled voice: "Who goes there! This is a forbidden area of the Netherworld, no living person may enter! If you do not retreat immediately and trigger the ancient Restriction, we shall surely make your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, never to be reincarnated!"

Horse-Face also lets out a hiss, waving the spiked club in his hand: "That's right! Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering! We have millions of Yin soldiers here! Even one spit from each of us could drown you! If you know what's good for you, get back to the sky immediately!"

Although they shout fiercely, both are drumming in their hearts. Because the sight they see when they look up is truly beyond their scope of understanding.

Above the sky, the originally gray Netherworld firmament is now covered by steel.

A full hundred colossal interstellar destroyers are suspended in the pitch-black Void Realm. Cold, ghostly blue lights flicker on their streamlined hulls—a light of technology never before seen in this Netherworld in countless years. The roar of the engines converges like rolling thunder, pressing so hard that the Yin soldiers on the towers cannot catch their breath.

On the bridge of the flagship "Lin Clan," Lin Feng overlooks the ant-like Ghost Gate Pass from the giant floor-to-ceiling porthole.

Behind him stands the fully armed "Tiance Mansion Special Forces." Nezha wears a modified exoskeleton combat suit, Erlang Shen holds a high-frequency three-pointed double-edged blade, and Marshal Tianpeng carries an enormous handheld cannon.

"Lord of Gods, the Yin Qi here is too heavy, our standard energy shields are draining a bit fast." Nezha sniffs the stench in the air with some disgust, "And this bunch of ghosts is shouting so loudly, it's annoying."

"It's fine, it will be quiet soon."

Lin Feng lights a cigarette, takes a deep drag, exhales a smoke ring, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

He presses the communication button, and his voice descends like an oracle through the shipboard loudspeaker matrix:

"Who am I? I am your father... oh wait, no, I am your creditor, and also the only landlord of this Three Realms."

"I'll give you three seconds to open the gate. I want to go in and have tea with your Yama King, and by the way, teach him how to be a ghost."

"3."

Ox-Head is stunned, then furious, feeling greatly insulted: "Presumptuous! This is Ghost Gate Pass! It has the Buddha-light Restriction personally blessed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Monkey King back in the day didn't dare to dismantle it, he had to turn into a fly to get in! Who do you think you are?"

"2."

Lin Feng ignores his clamoring, his fingers gently tapping on the armrest as if counting down for the Grim Reaper.

Horse-Face is also panicking slightly, looking at those pitch-black muzzles and feeling his heart tremble, but he still forces himself to maintain Face: "Don't... don't be afraid! Our pass is indestructible! And the Yin Qi is so heavy here, their Magic Treasure must be malfunctioning! Brothers, prepare to shoot arrows! Use the ones dipped in black dog blood!"

"1."

"Time's up."

Lin Feng puts out his cigarette, snaps his fingers, and a cruel smile curls his lips.

"Since you don't want to open the door, then never open it again."

"All units, switch to 'Physical Salvation' mode. Replace all conventional missiles with 'Highly Concentrated Solar Essence Fire Warheads'!"

"Since they like darkness, I'll send them some warmth. Let them feel what is called—fatherly love is like a mountain... oh no, it's like the sun at high noon!"

[Ding! Detected that the Host intends to violently demolish the Netherworld.]

[Mission issued: Subdue the Ten Yama Kings.]

[Reward: Control the Reincarnation Law, obtain the Divine Artifact 'book of life and death (Administrator Version)'.]

[System prompt: Friendly advice, be gentle, don't blow through the eighteen levels of Hell, it's troublesome to repair.]

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. I'll only blow up seven or eight levels."

"Fire!"

"Click, click, click—"

The belly missile bays of one hundred warships open instantly, countless muzzles adjust their angles, locking onto the supposedly indestructible Ghost Gate Pass.

This time, there is no long charging period, only pure physical destruction.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!!"

Hundreds of Flying Sword-shaped missiles, dragging long tails of fire, roar down like a meteor shower.

These Flying Swords are not ordinary Flying Swords; each sword body contains a miniature "Solar Essence Fire Reactor." Simply put, these are the cultivation version of tactical nuclear weapons, and they are "Pure Yang Nuclear Bombs" specifically designed to counter evil and Yin things.

"What is that? Fire pokers? Hahahaha!" Ox-Head widens his ox eyes, looking at the things flying over, just about to mock them.

The next second.

"Boom—!!!"

The first Flying Sword impacts the defensive grand array of Ghost Gate Pass.

There is no explosive firelight; instead, a "small sun," dazzling to the extreme, rises out of thin air.

That terrifying high temperature and pure Yang Qi erupt instantly.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

The so-called ancient Restriction and Buddha-light blessing melt instantly at this moment, like snow meeting a hot iron.

Immediately after, the second, the third, the one-hundredth...

"Rumble, rumble, rumble—"

The violent explosions merge into one, and the entire Netherworld seems to be welcoming the apocalypse.

At that moment, Ghost Gate Pass turns into the surface of the sun.

Those Yin soldiers and ghost generals don't even have time to scream before they disappear with a peaceful expression (actually, they were vaporized) in that incandescent light.

"Ah! My eyes! It's too bright! It's too hot!"

"What kind of fire is this? It's ten thousand times more terrifying than the Red Lotus Karma Fire!"

"Help! I feel like I'm going to resurrect! No, I'm going to be cooked! I'm medium-rare!"

A few seconds later.

The light dissipates, and heat waves roll.

The originally towering Ghost Gate Pass has completely disappeared, not even the foundation remains.

Only a massive deep pit with a diameter of dozens of miles remains, the pit walls scorched into a glass-like state, still emitting blue smoke.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face are lucky; because they were standing on the very edge, they were only blown away dozens of miles by the shockwave and hung on two long-dead crooked trees.

At this moment, they are charred all over, one ox horn is broken, the horse Face is swollen into a pig's head, and they only have half of a scorched mourning staff left in their hands, still emitting sparks.

"Is... is this f*cking cultivation?" Ox-Head spits out a mouthful of black smoke, his eyes dull, his worldview completely collapsed, "This is clearly the sun falling down! Who uses nuclear bombs for cultivation!"

"Advance."

Lin Feng gives the order.

The massive interstellar fleet slowly crosses the deep pit that is still radiating residual heat, driving into the heart of the Netherworld like a steel torrent.

"Tiance Mansion is on official business, all idle ghosts get out of the way! Those who don't want to be saved, squat down and hold your heads immediately!"

Marshal Tianpeng drives a path-clearing vehicle modified from a "Spirit Energy Tank," leading the way. The tracks are engraved with the Diamond Sutra, and wherever it passes, it truly "saves"—the evil ghosts crushed by it are purified directly into pure energy.

"Da-da-da-da-da—"

The members of the Tiance Mansion Special Forces hold "Gatling Exorcism Guns," the bullets are all special ammunition made of cinnabar, black dog blood, and lightning talismans, beating those little ghosts who want to resist until they howl.

This is a dimensionality-reduction strike.

The Netherworld's prideful "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk" and "Yin Soldiers Passing" are like kindergarten children fighting special forces in front of Lin Feng's "Technology Cultivation" army.

Lin Feng sits in the command room, looking at the battle situation on the screen being pushed along, and shakes his head.

"How lonely it is to be invincible."

"Yama Kings, have you washed your necks and waited? I have brought warmth."