I become a god in another world

Chapter 676 The World in the Mirror
Chapter 676

"Man Zhou, at this critical moment, can you draw a portion of the blood pool into your Yellow Springs to break the power of the Reincarnation Blood Pool?"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Kuai Manzhou nodded without hesitation:

"can."

"If Meng Po brews the soup, and a great ghost revives from the pool of reincarnation, it will break its laws."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Po patted her chest, and ghostly energy surged forth:

"Don't worry, sir, there's plenty of soup for this old woman!"

This case concerns Sun Shaoyin, and Meng Po will risk her life to ensure his peace.

"Da Fan, Yi Zhen, and Shao Chun, do your best to prevent ghosts and humans from falling into the Pool of Reincarnation," Zhao Fusheng instructed again.

The people of Wan'an County unanimously said:
"Don't worry, we'll stop them with our lives."

After giving his explanation, Zhao Fusheng immediately looked around the burial site:
"I'm ready to move!"

Everyone took their positions as she instructed, and Chen Duozi, holding Xu Yu's hand, also stood to one side.

With the help of Erlang Shen's power, Zhao Fusheng immediately opened his inner demon eye.

A crimson, malevolent light burst forth from those ghostly eyes.

Wherever evil spirits went, the ancestral graves were melted away.

Zhao Fusheng shouted sternly:
"Tang Min!"

She gathered her strength in her dantian and shouted, the sound waves spreading out and breaking the laws of this place once again.

Clumps of blood appeared on the ground, the crimson light spreading rapidly in all directions.

The blood-red light exuded a chilling, malevolent aura.

In an instant, many blood pools of different sizes converged into one place, forming an enormous blood pool.

This blood pool is different from the previous fountain.

The pool water remained calm and still, like a smooth, blood-red mirror standing in the yin dwelling.

Everyone was taken aback by this sight.

"This time, the scene is different from before—"

Yu Lingzhu gritted her teeth and looked at the strangely sudden appearance of the blood mirror.

Miao Yougong and the others had already experienced time travel and did not remember what had happened before. Although Zhao Fusheng was not clear about the details of what happened before the first time travel, Yu Lingzhu did not mention the Blood Mirror, which proved that things had changed again.

She hesitated for a long time, then suddenly shouted:
"Everyone, hide behind me."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved to stand behind her.

After everyone had hidden themselves, just as Yu Lingzhu was about to ask her what had happened, she saw Zhao Fusheng's pupils shrink, and with a flick of his ghost whip, it transformed into a spear, which she then grasped in her hand.

"The laws of heaven and earth are vast!"

Her figure suddenly grew taller and stronger, reaching several meters in length in an instant, like a towering mountain, firmly protecting everyone's bodies behind her.

This wasn't the first time Yu Lingzhu had seen her transformed appearance by using the power of a vengeful ghost, but seeing it again still left her utterly terrified.

Behind Zhao Fusheng, the human-skin ghost cloak billowed without wind, enveloping everyone under her protection.

Before Miao Yougong and the others could see, they were no longer in the ghost house.

It was as if Wang Ling was encased in a semi-transparent, chilling leather bag.

"Ghost skin!" Wang Ling immediately realized what was happening and, in a moment of panic, reached out to poke at the human skin.

But that skin was incredibly powerful, with an extremely strong malevolent aura. The fierce ghosts he commanded were suppressed and completely unable to revive.

After fiddling around for a while, he realized that the ghost skin posed no threat to him in the short term, and he felt relieved.

As Wang Ling's fear subsided, he leaned closer to the edge of the human skin and looked out—he saw that everyone from the Imperial Capital and the Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County was trapped inside a human skin. These human skins, which imprisoned living people, were pieced together by black energy to form an enormous cloak.

A towering figure stood before the cloak.

"Zhao Fusheng!"

Wang Ling immediately realized what was happening.

The instant the crowd stood behind her, her ghostly cloak trapped them within it and draped them over her body.

The moment this thought entered Wang Ling's mind, a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders.

In this way, Zhao Fusheng effectively protected everyone—in the upcoming battle, as long as Zhao Fusheng was safe, everyone could be said to be safe and sound.

A surge of joy flashed through Wang Ling's heart, but then he felt embarrassed and guilty, realizing that he, a dignified man, was hiding behind someone else.

……

The reason Zhao Fusheng decided to put everyone inside the ghost cloak on the spur of the moment was purely because her experience of almost being devoured by a human-skinned ghost during the battle of Shangyang County inspired her to do so.

Erlang Shen's demon skin can not only kill people, but also save them in critical moments.

Once everyone was protected, she had no more worries.

When Zhao Fusheng's ghostly form was revealed, he was almost standing on top of a ghostly grave and on the ground of a yin house.

She twisted her heel, and the 'blood mirror' inside the yin house moved as well.

As the enormous blood mirror rotated, a hazy mist of blood filled the air.

This ghostly fog gave Zhao Fusheng a bad feeling.

She has investigated many ghost cases, and her intuition is exceptionally sharp.

Sensing something was wrong, Zhao Fusheng immediately opened his eyes.

On her body, the ghostly eyes within those blood bubbles also opened simultaneously. With the power of the ghostly eyes, she was able to see through illusions and deceptions.

It was a special blood mirror, reflecting half of her body!
Upon entering the Blood Mirror, Zhao Fusheng felt as if he had lost control of his body reflected in the mirror—as if the power of this half of the vengeful ghost had lost consciousness and was forcibly severed by some strange law.

Zhao Fusheng was greatly shocked.

She hadn't expected the Blood Mirror to be so powerful.

She immediately dared not be careless, and with the ghost spear twisted by the fierce ghost in her hand, she threw it forcefully at the blood mirror!
The spear transformed into a pale white rainbow, piercing into the blood mirror with a 'whoosh'.

The mirror shattered instantly, and a large amount of blood gushed out!
Following the blood, a vengeful ghost's face flashed by, then the mirror shattered into pieces, dissipating into the bloody mist within the yin dwelling.

However, the crisis was not resolved by the shattering of the Blood Mirror.

The force of the spear striking the mirror was so powerful that the entire burial site began to shake violently.

The underworld, which had already been damaged several times, shattered, and a large amount of rotten soil fell down.

The vengeful spirits lurking beneath the earth stirred and thronged.

The shattered ghost mirror did not lose its power of law; instead, it transformed into blood and reassembled itself on the ground.

A short while later, an even larger blood mirror appeared before her.

As the mirror rotated, the shadow of a vengeful ghost appeared in the ghost mirror.

As the blood flowed, Zhao Fusheng had already experienced the power of the Ghost Mirror, and he could not allow himself to be captured by it again.

The tenth level of hell opened, and shadows spread out at an astonishing speed.

Zhao Fusheng took a step, intending to dodge the range of the blood mirror, but countless ghost vines appeared from the ground at some unknown time, and once again crawled up her feet and into her body, firmly fixing her in place.

These ghostly vines possessed immense resentment, transforming into the most unbreakable ropes in the world, making it impossible for her to break free.

The Investiture of the Gods notification sounded: The tenth level of hell can no longer accommodate vengeful ghosts. Do you want to consume 50 merit points to open the eleventh level of hell?
After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Fusheng prepared to take a gamble.

She reached out and beckoned, and the ghostly spear that had flown away suddenly turned into mist and flew back into her hand, then solidified again.

Zhao Fusheng held the ghost gun and plunged it into the ground.

Her strike was incredibly powerful, causing the ground of the burial site to tremble violently.

Countless ghost vines snapped in response, and the ghost's corpse turned into fragments of bone, howling as it sank into the ground.

However, the number of ghosts is too great to kill them all.

Most importantly, Old Madam Chang had set up a Blood Pool of Reincarnation beneath her underworld. Once the fragments of the ghost's corpse entered the Blood Pool, they were immediately reassembled and restored to their original state, emerging from the ground once more to entangle Zhao Fusheng's feet again.

Therefore, the cycle of reincarnation must be broken.

There was no other way.

The notification sound for the Investiture of the Gods rang out once again:
The tenth level of hell cannot contain the vengeful ghosts. Do you want to spend 50 merit points to open the eleventh level of hell?
This time, Zhao Fusheng did not hesitate and immediately made his choice: Yes!

The 50 merit points were immediately deducted.

The eleventh level of hell has opened.

The countless ghostly energies that clung to her legs and burrowed into the soles of her feet and calves were immediately drawn into hell!

The power of the Investiture of the Gods is extraordinary. When the eleventh level of hell opened, it severed all the ghosts that were included in the shadow of hell from their original ghost vines.

The boundary of the shadow was like an incomparably sharp giant blade, severing the ghost vines and preventing the ghost's remains from falling into the pool of reincarnation and then into the abyss of hell.

The withered vines inside Zhao Fusheng's feet were removed one by one.

With the vengeful spirit subdued, her legs immediately felt much lighter.

Blood Mirror was oppressed by the eleventh level of hell.

As the mirror rotated, Zhao Fusheng strode out, and wherever he went, the ghost vines could no longer stop him.

Holding the ghost gun, she darted behind the ghost mirror and stabbed it deeply.

The ghost spear charged straight in, shattering the mirror.

A flash of red light appeared on the mirror, and the image of the female ghost appeared in the mirror.

The ghost's gray body was shattered into countless pieces as the mirror broke. This time, the ghost mirror did not dissipate into blood, but instead turned into fragments that flew in all directions.

Then the fragments of the ghost mirror stopped in mid-air, each of the fragments rotating and pointing at Zhao Fusheng.

In an instant, even though Zhao Fusheng's body had grown enormous due to the laws of the vengeful ghost, it was still absorbed into the fragments of the mirror.

The vengeful spirit within the shards of the mirror is ferocious.

Upon closer inspection, each female ghost's body appears to be compressed and pieced together from countless vengeful spirits.

Zhao Fusheng possesses a large amount of merit points and simultaneously wields the Investiture of the Gods, drawing upon the power of Erlang Shen.

The moment the ghost mirror captured her image, it began to shake violently.

Numerous fine lines appeared on the surface of the ghost mirror, and the mirror began to crack.

Do not look directly at the true God!

One should not look directly at supreme merit!

The Investiture of the Gods, a powerful and intimidating list of deities, cannot be looked at directly!
The power of this law is earth-shattering, and cannot be withstood by the power of the Blood Mirror.

Behind the mirror, a continuous stream of black energy poured in, keeping the mirror intact.

Zhao Fusheng turned his head and surveyed his surroundings.

Her image appeared in the shattered mirrors of all sizes.

The video shows her true face: countless black wisps swirl around her body, and a large number of pale, slender vines grow from all around her body, covering her legs, arms, chest and abdomen at some point.

These tentacles are long and densely packed, invisible to the naked eye; their true form can only be revealed through a ghost mirror.

Thin white vines intersect with the mirror body, connecting to the shattered lenses in all directions.

The ghost vines tightened, suspending Zhao Fusheng's body in mid-air—she herself was completely unaware of it.

Zhao Fusheng was not flustered when he saw the ghostly image in the mirror.

With a swift backhand scoop and twist, she gathered countless white vines in her palm and then pulled them forcefully!

The body, power, and laws of demons are illusory and untouchable by humans, yet the power of demons can be restrained.

With a grab and a pull, Zhao Fusheng shook the mirror.

A fierce wind howled within the haunted house, drawing in the resentment of countless weak and malevolent spirits.

Part of the mirror shattered, and the female ghost's body disintegrated, turning into ashes—these ashes then transformed into individuals, scattering in mid-air.

The female ghost was scattered, but the bodies of these people were not scattered.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that each of these people was restrained by a thin white vine above their heads, and Zhao Fusheng forcibly pulled them out of the mirror world.

These people, men, women, young and old, all looked puzzled as soon as they were pulled out of the mirror world:
"Where...where am I?!"

Before they could finish speaking, their faces and bodies began to fester and quickly turned into mummified corpses, suspended in mid-air.

These people died extremely quickly. As soon as they died, the white vines turned black, withered, broke, and fell back into the ground, where they were swallowed by the invisible blood pool hidden there.

Meanwhile, the remaining lenses were reassembled to form a slightly flawed mirror.

This time, behind the mirror is no longer just a vengeful ghost with a resentful expression.

A towering tree appeared behind Tang Min without her noticing.

The tree trunk is incredibly thick and blood red.

Countless vines and roots of different sizes have penetrated deep into the ground.

The mirror world cannot reflect the true appearance of the ghost tree; it only captures a section of its ghostly body.

But even just glimpsing its shadow through the world reflected in the blood mirror gives one an ominous and oppressive feeling.

Blood light instantly filled the inside of the Blood Mirror, and the figure of the vengeful ghost Tang Min also became much more solid.

The mirror no longer trembled as Zhao Fusheng pulled at its pale roots; instead, it seemed to be firmly rooted there.

"rise!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted and grabbed the pale, ghostly whiskers tightly, pulling hard, but the mirrored world remained motionless.

On the contrary, the blood-red light reflected in the mirror made people dizzy.

When Zhao Fusheng looked again, he saw that the mirror seemed to be expanding rapidly, and the world in the mirror was exerting a great attraction, sucking all the rotten soil that had fallen after the collapse of the ancestral grave into the ghost mirror.

Zhao Fusheng watched as the mirror rose higher and higher in the wind, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang—

"wrong!"

She looked down at her feet and realized that she was still relying on the power of Erlang Shen, but the divine power of "Law of Heaven and Earth" had been broken at some point.

It wasn't the blood mirror that was growing larger, but rather her figure that was shrinking.

From two zhang to one zhang, then to the size of a palm, and finally as small as a grain of sand.

She turned to look into the ghost mirror again. At this moment, Zhao Fusheng in the mirror was bound by countless pale ghost whiskers, the roots of which spread in all directions, pulling her into the world inside the mirror.

……

The whooshing sound of wind, accompanied by countless wisps of decaying earth flying like rain, carried Zhao Fusheng into the mirror world.

The noisy sounds around Zhao Fusheng were mixed with the rushing air, and then the noise gradually grew louder, turning into the sound of people talking.

"Selling sesame seed cakes!"

"Delicious sesame seed cakes for sale!"

A vendor's cry rang out, and Zhao Fusheng was drawn in by it. Just as she was about to take a few more steps forward, an incredibly strong pulling force came from behind, stopping her in her tracks.

She swayed for a moment before raising her head. When she looked around, she froze in place, stunned.

"This is, this is—"

She looked around; it was a bustling street lined with shops on both sides.

Pedestrians came and went in an endless stream, and many merchants carrying loads of goods shouted their wares loudly.

Zhao Fusheng seemed like an outsider who had wandered into this place. When she suddenly appeared in the middle of the street, everyone froze for a moment.

Her ghostly cloak billowed behind her, and Yu Lingzhu, hidden inside the human skin, looked at the street in disbelief and said:
"This is Qingyun Road in front of the Changfu Mansion in Wuqing County."

(End of this chapter)