141: Sword Killing Eight Ghosts

"Yuan Lian Old Ancestor... you forced us..."

The eight-headed giant ghost emitted overlapping sounds from its mouth, and hundreds of massive ghost claws extended from its body, piercing through the Void Realm and flying over.

Gu Changsheng slapped his yellow jade Sword Gourd, and ten thousand Flying Swords shattered the ghost claws in the Void Realm. As they circled each other, a terrifying Sword Formation's suppressive power filled the Void Realm, exuding a murderous aura.

"Sword, come!"

Roar—

The Azure Dragon Child transformed into a Dragon-shaped Escape Light and flew into his palm, Sword Qi permeating all around.

"Slash!"

A massive amount of black Qi poured in. Gu Changsheng swung his sword, and a green glow appeared in the sky, then exploded, and the destructive Sword Qi forcibly cut off three of the ghost heads.

"Hehehe..."

The remaining heads let out a sinister sneer, and Yin Qi sizzled from the severed necks, new heads re-emerging.

In less than three breaths, the eight-headed giant ghost was restored to its original state.

The single-horned ghost head in the center of its head suddenly turned blood-red, and a faint glow shot out from a split in its brow.

"Hmm? Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Underworld Light... This is the first time someone has used it against me..."

Gu Changsheng smiled indifferently, and a faint yellow mountain range appeared in his palm.

"Go."

The Yellow Springs Mountain bloomed with a clear radiance, dispersing the Underworld Light, and transformed into a gigantic mountain range that crashed down.

After breaking through to the Profound Cave Realm, activating the Yellow Springs Mountain became effortless.

Moreover, its power far exceeded when he killed the Bridal Gown Ghost King.

It was like a child holding a heavy saber growing into a strong man; the power of his saber techniques naturally increased greatly.

In an instant, the eight-headed Ghost King let out a miserable scream, its ghost Qi was completely annihilated, and its ghost body, like a towering building about to collapse, split open in the abdomen, and eight tattered ghost shadows flew out.

"Oh? They separated..."

Gu Changsheng smiled slightly, tapped his fingertip, and the suction of the painting in the Void Realm suddenly intensified, swallowing like a primordial beast.

The eight ghost shadows wailed mournfully, sealed into the painting.

The myriad ghost shadows cleared, the Yin Qi gradually dissipated, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, landing on the Ghost Mountain.

Gu Changsheng's gaze penetrated the Ghost Mountain. His eyebrows twitched, and he flashed before an octagonal dry well.

The words 'Rebirth' were carved on the bluestone by the well.

"This well is actually a ghost Cultivator Spirit Treasure... This is an unexpected pleasant surprise."

Gu Changsheng conjured a spell, and a mountain range's illusory image appeared above his head, connecting with the earth pulse, activating the Mountain Moving Technique.

The Rebirth Well was integrated with the Ghost Mountain; it had to be relocated along with the mountain range.

Moreover, this Ghost Mountain was quite extraordinary.

Ghost Cultivators cultivating here would truly advance a thousand miles a day.

A few days later.

A huge black shadow appeared above Yuanlian Island. Gu Changsheng held the Ghost Mountain in his palm, his gaze fixed on a spot, and he threw it down with a crash.

Boom—

Like an earth Dragon turning over, the entire Yuanlian Island trembled, startling countless Mortals and Cultivators into a cold sweat.

"Don't panic, this seat has completely annihilated the ghost Cultivators.

This is this seat's spellcasting."

Gu Changsheng's voice, like a grand bell, spread throughout the island, immediately calming everyone down.

Various spells were cast, the earth pulse churned, gradually connecting with the Ghost Mountain.

The Ghost Mountain finally took root, and the concentration of Yin Qi in the surrounding area gradually increased.

Those who practiced ghost Dao methods felt it most deeply.

"What pure Yin Qi..."

"Cultivating in this environment, my cultivation progress will be at least several times faster than before."

"Great, our ghost Dao lineage also has a Holy Land now."

Many ghost Dao Cultivators cheered excitedly.

Gu Changsheng's Escape Light flickered under his feet, and he arrived before Nie Xiaoqian, pulling her into his embrace by the waist.

"This Ghost Mountain is quite extraordinary.

There is a Rebirth Well on the mountain, a ghost Dao Spirit Treasure.

It's perfect for you..."

"Young Master."

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were like silk, and her lips were full of sweetness.

"This month, I will help you refine this mountain.

After that, I will go out to seek Opportunity..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Nie Xiaoqian felt as if she had been struck hard, tears falling like a broken kite.

"Is Young Master abandoning Xiao Qian?

I'd rather not refine any Spirit Treasure; I only wish to stay by Young Master's side."

Gu Changsheng sighed softly, then his gaze sharpened: "Going out for experience is not child's play; life and death are unpredictable.

If your cultivation doesn't reach the Profound Cave Realm, you don't even have the qualifications to help me deal with enemies."

Immediately, Nie Xiaoqian bit her lip tightly, a struggle in her brows, no longer speaking, but a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

She secretly clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

"Alright, don't be sad... Do you still remember the Joyful Zen I taught you before?"

Gu Changsheng suddenly leaned into Nie Xiaoqian's ear and whispered.

His breath, like silk, made Nie Xiaoqian's cheeks flush to her earlobes.

Time flew by, and a month passed.

During this month, the nine provinces of the world also underwent earth-shattering changes.

Ghost Kings were sealed and killed, but many fierce ghosts still remained in the world.

Yuanlian Island dispatched all its forces, continuously clearing and killing them, rescuing countless Sects and Mortals.

Silently, many Sects gradually regarded Yuanlian Island as the leader of the Righteous Path, flocking to it, and Yuanlian Island's sphere of influence expanded rapidly.

"Thanks to the Yuan Lian Old Ancestor's emergence, he consecutively killed seventeen Ghost Kings, bringing peace back to the world.

Otherwise, we would all eventually become blood food for ghost creatures."

"Not only us Cultivators, but I'm afraid there would be few Mortals left in the world.

The remaining Human Race would only be like pigs, raised and slaughtered by ghost creatures.

The Yuan Lian Old Ancestor's actions are truly the greatest good under heaven."

"Hehe, I heard that Yuanlian Island is aggressively expanding outwards.

In my opinion, it should have been like this long ago.

The Old Ancestor has many halls under his command; any one of them would be enough to occupy a force and establish a Sect.

I wonder if Yuanlian Island still accepts vassal forces..."

"Haha, let's go together, let's go together."

Great Shang Dynasty.

As the sun set, a procession of people migrated out of the city.

Under the setting sun, their shadows stretched long, extending into the distance.

The Great Shang imperial family remained silent, their faces full of desolation.

Suddenly, a young man in a python robe said resentfully, "Old Ancestor, are we just going to abandon our ancestral foundation like this?

This world clearly belongs to our Great Shang!"

Slap—

A loud slap landed, and the python-robed young man fell to the ground, his hair disheveled, a clear five-finger imprint on his face.

Yin Tianxu's face was gloomy, a hint of bitterness in his eyes: "Seventeenth, why do you still not recognize the situation?"

Since the Great Shang Dynasty was breached, the imperial family suffered heavy casualties, and only a few True Core Old Ancestors remained.

They no longer had the strength to occupy a province.

If they didn't voluntarily withdraw, even if Yuanlian Island had no intention of taking over, could its vassal Sects tolerate it?

Rather than being driven out of the imperial city, it was better to withdraw early.

"Our Great Shang... is finished..."

Yin Tianxu choked out.

As soon as these words were spoken, the python-robed young man looked dazed, muttering in a disheartened manner: "Great Shang... finished... finished..."

The procession gradually moved further away. In Yin Tianxu's mind, the scene of Gu Changsheng forcibly entering the imperial mausoleum appeared.

Who would have thought that in just a few hundred years, he would actually break through to the Profound Cave Realm?

This Realm, he had wasted countless years on it, yet still couldn't attain it.

'This world, for the next thousand years, will belong to Yuanlian Island...'

Cough, cough.

Yin Tianxu trembled, his palm brushing his lips.

His palm opened, and a vivid crimson bloodstain was particularly striking.

In the depths of his soul, a great sense of fatigue emerged, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

In the battle of the imperial city, he had already been severely wounded by the Ghost King, and his condition was beyond recovery. Holding on until now was already his limit.

Thud

He fell to the ground.

"No! Old Ancestor!"

"Quick, someone!"

A circle of people immediately gathered, their faces filled with sorrow and panic.

Yin Tianxu's face was as pale as gold leaf, his breath faint, and he said with difficulty: "Leave Jing Province, live anonymously.

Remember... never provoke Yuanlian Island..."

After speaking, he tilted his head and died.

"Old Ancestor!"

Cries gradually spread, echoing over the imperial city.