139: Yan Qing's Ending

“Xiao Qian, where are Kexin and the others…?”

Gu Changsheng’s gaze swept across the room, but he didn’t see them.

Nie Xiaoqian sighed, “Thirty years ago, Song Aqi failed to break through the Middle Stage of the True Core Bottleneck, and his body mutated into a strange object. He has already passed away… As for Hu Niang and Kexin… please follow me.”

…In a secret room.

On a bed of ice lay a beautiful red-haired woman.

Dark black runes appeared on her face, and a vast force of Yin Fire burned within her body.

Beside her was a three-tailed white fox sound asleep.

“A year ago, Kexin and Hu Niang fought against a Ghost Cultivator and achieved a great victory.

But for some unknown reason, they successively fell into a deep sleep after returning.

Hu Niang is fine; it seems to be the Awakening of her Qingqiu Bloodline, and she only needs to be supplemented with Yao Beast vital blood once a month.

Only Kexin, I can’t discern her symptoms…”

Nie Xiaoqian recounted slowly.

Gu Changsheng’s gaze swept over them, and he nodded slightly.

‘Xiao Bai’s Bloodline is indeed Awakening… However, Su Kexin…’

A possibility vaguely flashed in his mind.

He reached out and took the girl’s pulse.

The pulse was steady and strong, like the beating of a drum, full of vitality.

The runes on her face glowed crimson.

His fingertips, touching her skin, gradually lost moisture and became shriveled.

“Sure enough… This is a Kui Ba transformation…”

A hint of joy flashed in Gu Changsheng’s eyes.

Legend has it that there are four great ancestors of zombies, and one of them, the female zombie, had the ability to connect with Yin Fire and scorch a thousand miles of land.

She was called Han Ba.

This was a zombie transformation technique.

How to cultivate it was something even Gu Changsheng had not delved into.

“I didn’t expect Kexin to have such an Opportunity…”

Gu Changsheng said to the others, “This matter must be kept secret and not spread.

Also… the nine provinces of this world should be reclaimed…”

Immediately, a trace of surprise flashed in Fang Yu’s eyes: “Revered Master’s meaning is…”

…A few days later.

Inside the Immortal Cave.

A gray, ancient infant, an inch tall, appeared above his head.

Its appearance was identical to Gu Changsheng’s.

This was formed by the Peerless Grade True Core when he broke through the Profound Cave.

After more than a hundred years, the three True Cores shattered and recast, melting into one.

The Peerless Grade True Core that was born had ten times the magic power of those at the same stage.

It also came with a fifty percent chance of achieving the Dao.

On the spot, Gu Changsheng took five Nine Revolutions Golden Pills and attempted to break through the Profound Cave.

Everything happened naturally, without a single ripple.

“The only troublesome thing is this innate Divine Ability that was born…”

A hazy gray mystic light appeared in Gu Changsheng’s palm.

Divine Ability — Dao Transformation!

Looking inward, the Divine Ability seed nurtured in his heart space was gradually annihilated by it.

Just like the Nether Mystic Ghost King back then.

King Yama would never have imagined that someone in the world could cultivate three Daos simultaneously and condense three True Cores.

The situation was different, so the core-shattering method naturally couldn’t be universally applied.

For this reason, Gu Changsheng spent a full century deducing a brand new core-shattering method.

Now it seemed that the Dao Transformation Divine Ability was incredibly powerful, truly a supreme Divine Ability.

However, it had a major flaw.

As the number of uses increased, it would eventually consume his own self.

“In the future, I must not use it unless absolutely necessary…”

Gu Changsheng’s gaze pierced through the Void Realm, and he muttered, “Breaking through the Profound Cave, my painting Dao has also advanced… It’s just right to capture a few Ghost Kings.”

…Ding Province.

Yin Qi covered the sky.

The Mortals huddled in the city trembled like pigs.

A mass of black Qi flew through the Void Realm, transforming into a hideous ghost face hundreds of feet tall.

“Today, the draw was… Blackrock City… Haha…”

The ghost sound rumbled like thunder, and the Mortals in the city screamed in terror, scattering and fleeing.

However, Qiya Ghost King’s laughter came from the sky. He opened his mouth and exhaled, black Qi permeated, and countless Mortals fell to the ground, their souls flying into his mouth.

The ghost face’s fangs protruded, chewing, and a cruel smile appeared on its face.

“Indeed, souls steeped in fear taste the best… Haha…”

Suddenly, a Dragon roar came from the horizon. A water Dragon pierced through the ghostly Qi, dispersing countless souls that returned to the living bodies.

“Hmm? There’s actually a Human Race Cultivator daring to come here to die.

A mere True Core, how dare he…”

Qiya Ghost King saw the newcomer, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

“Die!”

Roar—

A giant mouth like an abyss opened, and a surging suction force came forth.

Even an ordinary Profound Cave Cultivator would have their mind shaken by this attack.

An ordinary True Core would have their soul leave their body and perish instantly.

Fang Yu’s face was solemn, and his body felt light and airy.

This was a sign of his soul leaving his body.

Suddenly, the jade tablet at his waist glowed, blocking the devouring suction force.

‘Thankfully, I have the soul-protecting Magic Treasure bestowed by Revered Master, which can block soul-type Dao attacks.’

Facing a Profound Cave Ghost King directly, it was false to say he wasn’t afraid.

But thinking of Gu Changsheng, Fang Yu’s heart gradually calmed down.

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and a hundred-zhang-tall scroll slowly unfurled.

“Hmm? A blank painting?”

Qiya Ghost King showed a hint of doubt, then his expression turned to horror.

Innumerable white threads shot out from the painting, coiling around him, wrapping him into a giant zongzi, and gradually pulling him into the painting.

“No! What kind of Magic Treasure is this?!”

Qiya Ghost King screamed, gradually losing his voice.

“Collect.”

Fang Yu looked at the scroll in his hand with a face full of surprise.

“Revered Master is indeed immensely powerful; even a Profound Cave Ghost King cannot escape…”

…Luo Province.

“Immortal Nie, you are also a Ghost Cultivator, why must you be so aggressive?”

Solomon Sect Master’s face was bitter.

Before him, the countless evil spirits in the Myriad Soul Banner grew ghost seeds in their bodies, turning into red wedding dresses, devouring Yin Qi.

And what could he do?

He could only watch helplessly.

After all, even the Shrouding Sun Ghost King, whom he had pledged allegiance to, was sealed by a portrait.

“Colluding with Ghost Kings and harming the common people, in the name of the Yuanlian Island Revered Master, your crime deserves death!”

Nie Xiaoqian let out a soft shout, suddenly activating the ghost seeds.

Immediately, Solomon Sect Master felt something wriggling in his chest.

Whoosh—

The ghost seed broke out of his body, transforming into a shore flower.

The petals bloomed, devouring the essence of Solomon Sect Master, who had turned into a vengeful ghost… Great Shang Royal Court.

Bang—

Yin Tianxu turned into an afterimage and fell to the ground.

The nine Dragon phantoms in the sky whimpered, their spiritual light dimming, and they fell to the ground, transforming into a jade Seal.

“Haha, we finally broke through this Great Shang Royal Court.”

“Kill this old fellow, and the entire Jing Province will be ours.”

“There’s plenty of delicious blood food inside…”

Three Ghost Kings appeared, their faces ferocious as they spoke.

Suddenly, a scorching flame rose up.

A white-haired, majestic old man transformed into purple flames, battling one of the Ghost Kings.

Immediately, the one-eyed Ghost King let out a cry of pain.

“Seeking death!”

Snap—

The ghost claw descended, and white-haired Yan Qing fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater.

Intense pain spread throughout his body, his internal organs churning and tearing apart.

Yan Qing’s eyes were filled with despair and numbness.

An attack that burned all his essence still couldn’t kill a Ghost King.

It couldn’t even injure it in the slightest.

“Is this world… going to completely become a Ghost Domain?”

Suddenly, a familiar Daoist robe appeared in the Void Realm, standing opposite the three great Ghost Kings.

The crimson heart pattern embroidered on the cuff was particularly striking.

“He is…”

Yan Qing’s eyes widened, almost disbelieving what he saw.

The one-eyed Ghost King sneered, “Another one coming to die.”

The Yuan Ci Avatar, wearing Dan Chenzi’s skin, his gaze indifferent, swept over the ground and said coldly, “You severely injured my Disciple.

As his cheap Revered Master, the least I can do is seek justice.”

“Seeking death!”

Whoosh—

A scroll unfurled, unleashing countless threads that coiled around the three Ghost Kings.

“What is this?”

“Damn it!”

“No!”

The three Ghost Kings unleashed Yin Qi and used various secret techniques, but they still couldn’t break free. They slowly merged into the scroll, transforming into a painting of Ghost Kings.

The Yuan Ci Avatar looked back at the ground, frowning, “All his vital blood is burned; there’s no saving him…”

After a light sigh, he turned and left.

A faint cry came from behind him.

“Revered Master… is that you?

Yan Qing… misses you so much…”

Two drops of turbid tears streamed down his face. Yan Qing felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, but scenes from his youth rapidly flashed in his mind.

Back then, they played in the mountains, accompanied by the clear breeze.

He paddled a bamboo raft on the lake, and the gray-robed old man touched his brow, bestowing a spiritual sword.

“Thank you, Revered Master…”

Yan Qing’s breathing grew slower and slower. A few breaths later, his eyes closed, and he completely lost his Qi.