Nether Dead Land.
Mo Fan and his group, led by Baili Qing’er, flew through the air, passing through the grey mist.
Whether it was Mo Fan, Bing Yi, or Bing San, they were all living cultivators with thick blood qi in their bodies. In the eyes of the ghost cultivators in this Nether Dead Land, they appeared like three small suns.
As they flew, they naturally attracted endless ghost cultivators chasing them relentlessly. However, under the suppression of Baili Qing’er’s ghost ancestor aura, no ghost cultivator dared to approach rashly, yet none were willing to give up and simply followed from afar.
While traversing the grey mist, Mo Fan also learned a great deal from Baili Qing’er.
The ghost cultivators here had indeed all been detained by the White Tiger Holy King. Some, like Baili Qing’er, had been killed by the White Tiger Holy King, while many others had died at the hands of others and been conveniently detained by him.
As for why the White Tiger Holy King had killed Baili Qing’er, she herself was not entirely sure.
It seemed that an ancestor in her family had attacked a certain woman, which enraged the White Tiger Holy King. He directly exterminated her entire family and detained the souls of everyone at the same time.
At that time, Baili Qing’er had not yet reached Nascent Soul, nor was she even a Core Formation cultivator. She was merely a Foundation Establishment minor cultivator.
Later, all these detained souls were controlled by the White Tiger Holy King’s divine ability and worked for him. However, after the White Tiger Holy King returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains and became the Demon Holy King, these weak chang ghosts rarely had opportunities to be summoned.
Just like that, after an unknown length of time, the White Tiger Holy King banished all these low-cultivation chang ghosts to this Nether Dead Land and simultaneously severed the tiger pattern connection with them, turning Baili Qing’er and the others back into masterless ghost entities.
Since then, they had never seen the White Tiger Holy King again.
In this way, these originally weak little ghosts began rounds of survival of the fittest in the Nether Dead Land.
Because they all wanted to survive and escape this prison, they naively believed that as long as their cultivation became strong enough, they could truly leave this place.
Thus, the strong began devouring the weak, the weak devoured the even weaker, and the weakest group of little ghosts, to avoid being devoured, started devouring those equally weak.
“A long time ago, when I travelled in the secular kingdoms, I saw people in some impoverished countries suffering from war and chaos, living under various oppressions, sometimes unable even to eat enough food.
At that time, I thought their lives were so bitter. No, it should be said that being born into this world was already a form of suffering.
I originally thought that was the utmost bitterness in the human world.
But I never expected that the world after death would be the most bitter.”
Baili Qing’er smiled bitterly. Even though she had now become one of the rulers of this Nether Dead Land, she still felt her life was very bitter.
It was precisely through countless devourings that this Nether Dead Land eventually produced four rulers.
Four Ancestor-realm ghost cultivators.
Besides the three ghost ancestors including Baili Qing’er, the remaining one was called Nether.
The Nether Ghost Ancestor was also the first ghost ancestor born here and had figured out some ghost cultivation methods on his own, so his strength was somewhat greater than that of Baili Qing’er’s three ghost ancestors. However, he was similarly restricted by the grand array, only at the early Ancestor realm.
Upon hearing this, Mo Fan asked, “In your view, can this king defeat that Nether Ghost Ancestor?”
“The master is powerful and has our assistance, so naturally he can defeat the Nether Ghost Ancestor.”
“However, he probably will not be willing to become the master’s chang ghost,” Baili Qing’er said.
“Why?”
Mo Fan asked curiously, “Does he not want to leave?”
“He really seems not to want to leave.”
Baili Qing’er smiled bitterly and continued, “Actually, at the beginning, the Nether Ghost Ancestor planned to become the sole ruler here, so any ghost cultivator who dared to break through to the Ancestor realm would be devoured by him.
But later, for some unknown reason, he fell into slumber. It was during those few hundred years of his sleep that I, Extreme Yin, and Yellow Springs successively broke through to the Ancestor realm.
Later, when the Nether Ghost Ancestor awoke and wanted to deal with us, he could not defeat the three of us combined and ultimately had to make peace, agreeing to co-rule this Nether Dead Land with us three ancestors.
As the master has seen, since then, no new ghost ancestor has appeared in this Nether Dead Land because all ghost cultivators have been subdued by us. Anyone who dares to disobey would be devoured by us.
So for the Nether Ghost Ancestor, he actually has little desire to leave. Instead, he wants to be the eternal ruler in this cage.”
“There is such a ghost cultivator?”
Mo Fan frowned slightly upon hearing this and felt it was somewhat troublesome. He asked, “If you three ghost ancestors join forces, can you subdue him?”
“If he engages in battle, there is a good chance of defeating him, but if he refuses to fight and focuses on escaping, even we would be powerless,” Baili Qing’er shook her head.
Hearing this, Mo Fan sighed inwardly.
He did want to subdue the Nether Ghost Ancestor as well. After all, an Ancestor-realm ghost cultivator would be a great asset if subdued. But now, hearing Baili Qing’er’s words, he understood the hope was slim.
“Forget it. No matter what, we will deal with it when the time comes.”
Mo Fan waved his hand, deciding not to think about it further.
If he could subdue him, that would naturally be best. If not, so be it. Anyway, this trip into the land had already been hugely profitable for him, and his purpose was merely to rescue Yun Rou.
Moreover, he had already learned about Yun Rou’s situation from Baili Qing’er. He knew she cultivated a special technique and had a powerful secret treasure, making it impossible for the ghost ancestors to harm her. They could only trap her in one corner.
So Mo Fan was quite reassured about Yun Rou’s safety.
The Nether Dead Land appeared to be just an array space, but in fact, its interior was quite vast. In Mo Fan’s view, it was at least thousands of miles wide.
When they arrived at the location, they immediately saw Yun Rou in a red dress in the sky, confronting a sinister old man shrouded in ghostly qi.
At this moment, Yun Rou displayed all her phenomena. Behind her, the void seemed to turn into a golden ocean with endless golden lotuses blooming. She herself stood barefoot on a huge lotus platform, bathed in golden light, appearing extraordinarily sacred. Where was there even a hint of demonic aura?
The old man was equally extraordinary. Behind him emerged a massive millstone, entirely snow-white, releasing endless death qi that continuously assaulted the golden ocean, causing the endless golden lotuses to sway wildly.
“Old fellow, you court death!”
Seeing this scene, Mo Fan immediately became furious. The thunder mark on his forehead appeared, his divine ability activated, and behind him emerged an incomparably huge thunder figure.
Divine ability, Thunder Emperor Dharma Aspect.
With one opening of his mouth, the Astonishing Thunder War Spear flew out and instantly became enormous. It was grasped by the Thunder Emperor Dharma Aspect behind him and swung fiercely towards the Nether Ghost Ancestor.
Clang.
In the next moment, the millstone blocked horizontally, colliding with the Astonishing Thunder War Spear.
“Mo Fan?”
In the golden ocean, Yun Rou on the lotus platform saw this and a gleam flashed in her eyes. She also pointed a finger towards the Nether Ghost Ancestor.
In an instant, endless golden lotuses bloomed, and brilliant beams erupted from the golden lotuses, bombarding towards the Nether Ghost Ancestor.
With just one strike, Nether exploded directly, but soon reappeared in the distance, no longer as composed as before. His hair dishevelled, he frowned and looked at the arriving group of cultivators.
“Nether, stop it.”
“You are no match for the master. I hope you can follow the master like us.”
“You are no match for my master. I hope you can, like us, follow under the master.”
