I become a god in another world

Chapter 714 Zang Jun’s achievements
Chapter 714

The golden light resembled several large characters, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Yu Lingzhu glanced at it, and then her vision blurred with stars. It was as if she was being suppressed by some kind of great law. Her mind went blank, and she almost lost consciousness.

After a long while, she finally regained her senses and immediately shouted:
"Do not look directly at that golden light."

She drank too late.

As they spoke, several messengers in the Imperial Shrine turned to look at the black mist.

One of them, seemingly well-educated, couldn't help but recite:
"Sealed Capital Ghost Domain—"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ghost tamer and an ordinary messenger also recited in unison:

"The Ghost Realm of Fengdu? This has nothing to do with Lord Fengdu—"

Before he could finish speaking, black mist suddenly surged within the gates of hell, and the figure of the first person to speak suddenly stood up straight and slowly walked out of the shrine.

Upon seeing this, Yu Lingzhu felt anxious and instinctively reached out to pull him.

But the moment she reached out, her fingertips seemed to touch a damp mist.

The body of the envoy she touched instantly crumbled like scattered sand, turning into a blood-red sand mist that flew towards the Gates of Hell.

This scene horrified Yu Lingzhu.

Then the expressions of terror on the faces of the other two envoys froze.

Like the first person, they also 'rose' and headed towards the Ghost Realm of the Sealed Capital—a place from which there is no return; once one glimpses the true face of the Ghost Realm, there is no turning back.

"Never look directly at the gates of hell!"

Zhao Fusheng sternly reminded him:
"The gates of hell are a place where once you look, you know you're never coming back."

As she shouted, the top of the shrine and the temples of the two local deities trembled. The sound was like a law, entering the hearts of Yu Lingzhu and the others, and immediately awakening them.

Now no one dared to look at the gates of hell anymore, and they hurriedly lowered their heads.

Yu Lingzhu's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts: How could the Ghost Realm of Fengdu appear here? And why is it so terrifying?
As she was pondering, the black mist that the ghost coffin had transformed into immediately expanded, directly revealing the unopened gate to the ghost realm in this unfamiliar ghost domain.

What appeared before them was an unknown place.

The pitch-black ghost wall stood tall, with what looked like a city gate in the center—but the city gate had vanished, leaving only a huge black hole.

Above the cave entrance hangs a plaque that reads: "Sealed Capital Ghost Domain".

This is the law of suppressing ghosts written by Liu Yizhen with his own blood when everyone was trapped in the seventeenth level of the Ghost Realm in the sealed capital.

Ghosts stop here.

Zang Junji was trapped inside the signboard of 'Sealed Capital Ghost Domain'.

Upon realizing this, everyone became anxious.

The reason everyone managed to escape the seventeenth level of the ghost realm that day was because Feng Du had awakened his consciousness more than fifty years ago, which allowed him to 'release' everyone.

Meanwhile, everyone was far away in Wuqing County. The reason why the connection passage of the Gate of Hell was reopened was purely because the ghost coffin had merged and because of the trickery of Zhang the Paper Doll.

Feng Du, who is on the verge of the resurgence of vengeful spirits, may not know that his seventeenth-level ghost domain was 'artificially' opened at this time in Wuqing County. Even if he knew, it is uncertain whether he could forcibly close it again in time.

As Zhao Fusheng himself said, it's better to rely on yourself than on others.

Instead of relying on the aid from the capital city, we should find a way to seal off the gates of hell ourselves!
……

The kneeling figures on the ground suddenly raised their heads when they saw the gates of hell open.

The face was completely unfamiliar, but the eyes were sinister and filled with murderous intent; it was clearly the body of the paper doll Zhang.

He knelt down on the ground, with paper money burning in front of him. Then, expressionless, he broke off two of his fingers and stuck them into the ground.

Blood and smoke immediately ignited on his fingers, rising slowly into the air and drifting towards the ghost realm.

The moment this ghostly smoke met the Gates of Hell, the Gates of Hell trembled instantly.

This sudden tremor even affected the Ghost Realm of Fengdu, like a hurricane that swept through the Ghost Realm in an instant.

The large, gilded characters on the signboard hanging above the Ghost Gate were shaken off one by one, and Zang Junji's ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the Ghost Realm.

As soon as the ghostly figure appeared, the paper figure grinned.

Blood-red light illuminated the gate to the underworld, but the moment one approached the gate, the golden characters on the plaque above their head spun and transformed into swimming fish.

The golden light swiftly roamed within the plaque, illuminating everything it touched.

The beam of light transformed into countless incomparably sharp longswords, severing the bloody light one by one.

Zang Junfa's ghostly domain shrank back.

Just then, the paper figure wiped his head, and the ghost's face, like a human skin wig, was ripped off by him, hair and skin together, and casually thrown aside.

Then he flipped his palm over, and suddenly several signs shimmering with black energy appeared in his palm.

He casually arranged the signs, displaying them one by one.

After all this was done, something strange happened—the several side-by-side signs seemed to sense each other's attraction and began to emit black smoke.

The black mist merged, and the signboard took on a strange appearance.

The large characters above flashed twice, revealing a faint light.

But the light, like a star arrow shrouded in thick fog, flashed a few times before being suppressed by the dense black mist.

'laugh.'

The paper figure let out a cold laugh.

His expression was cold, and he then reached out and wiped the plaque.

This plaque looks like it's going to devour people.

The black mist acted like a layer of frosting, instantly smoothing out his palm.

The rotting flesh and blood mixed with malevolent energy nourished the plaque, and the gilded characters on it were defiled by this malevolent energy and immediately disappeared.

Once these plaques lost the suppression of the three words 'Demon Suppression Division' inscribed on them, and were also affected by Zang Junji's true form, they immediately revived and began to writhe, trying to return to their original form.

After the vengeful ghost is dismembered, the desire to piece it back together takes precedence over the rules of murder.

Within the black mist, several plaques transformed into severed arms, hands, and toes.

"Zang Junji's mutilated body."

Wu Shaochun blurted it out.

Everyone immediately understood that this was the plaque lost from the five cities of the capital—a signboard that Fengdu had promised to give to Zhao Fusheng, but which was taken by someone else first.

The plaque of the Demon Division of Wucheng Town was made from the fragments of Zang Junji's body. Once he was revived, he quickly pieced them together, and in the blink of an eye, he assembled an arm and a leg.

When the paper figure Zhang saw the ghost body being pieced together, his face lit up with joy.

Once this item is assembled, it will fly to the ghost realm in mid-air.

He moved with lightning speed, seizing the mangled remains of the vengeful ghost.

At the same time, Zang Junji, who had just escaped death, also recovered.

The fragmented ghostly figure, bound by the red thread, began to rotate, facing the crowd, and sat cross-legged in mid-air.

Then this former emperor made a move.

It remained seated with one leg crossed, but the moment it faced the crowd, an invisible aura of intimidation enveloped everyone's hearts.

Beneath the blood-red light, countless blood lines restrained all directions.

A rough count suggests there are at least tens of thousands of them.

All the blood threads were gathered into several bundles, one of which was held by Zang Junji's single arm, one was bitten in its mouth, and one was held in its arms.

……

"what is this?"

Zhao Fusheng had a question in his mind.

She had seen the bloodline last time, but at the time she thought it was the blood of the Ghost Mother Tai Sui, which caused the Ghost Mother Tai Sui and Zang Junji to restrain each other.

But perhaps it was the reappearance of Zang Junji's severed limbs and broken body that allowed her to see the existence of the bloodline more clearly—judging from the condition of the bloodline, it was clear that Zang Junji had actively grabbed it.

In other words, the Ghost Mother Tai Sui was not something that restrained Zang Junji; on the contrary, it was Zang Junji who was actively suppressing the Blood Tai Sui.

This conjecture was quickly confirmed. The moment the gates of hell opened, the vengeful ghosts of the seventeenth level of the underworld seemed to sense the exit from hell and began to surge forth.

The black mist burst forth from the Gates of Hell, spreading like dark clouds obscuring the sun, blocking out the large characters "Sealed Capital Ghost Domain".

Once the large character was blocked, countless vengeful ghosts turned into phantoms and emerged from the Gate of Hell.

"not good!"

Zhao Fusheng initially guarded against Zang Junji, but upon seeing these ghostly figures charging in, his expression changed, and he immediately realized that the most troublesome problem was not Zang Junji, but most likely these vengeful ghosts going out of control.

"We cannot let the ghosts of the Ghost Realm escape."

Zhao Fusheng shouted.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yizhen stood at the gates of hell without saying a word.

Facing the gates of hell, his entire being transformed into pure gold, radiating a dazzling golden light.

This golden light was like the sun. Wherever it shone, the black mist that formed the ghost realm was forcefully dispelled. The fierce ghosts that rushed out of the ghost realm had not yet solidified. When they were hit by this golden light, they instantly turned into black mist and dissipated, retreating back into the gates of hell.

The momentum of the vengeful ghost's attack faltered.

"Hahaha--"

The paper figure Zhang's laughter echoed within the ghost realm:

"What an idiot, what a coward."

"With a formidable enemy at hand, instead of devising a plan to counter it, they let this Liu family brat block the gates of hell."

Paper Man Zhang scoffed:

"It couldn't be more foolish. Prevention is worse than cure. Good principles should only be used at crucial moments. This young man from the Liu family has a golden body, but how can one person possibly fight against millions of vengeful ghosts?"

His voice was sinister:
"When my ancestor Zang was alive, he once single-handedly restrained hundreds of thousands of ghosts."

These vengeful ghosts were all imprisoned in the seventeenth level of the Ghost Prison.

What a great achievement and what a magnificent accomplishment this is!

As Zhang the Paper Doll spoke of this, my heart was stirred:
"If the vengeful spirits he commanded had been passed down to his descendants and fallen into my hands, I could have suppressed all the vengeful spirits in the world within them, ensuring they could never rise again. Unfortunately, they fell into your hands—"

There was a hint of regret in his words.

Zhao Fusheng sneered twice upon hearing this.

Paper Man Zhang is a ruthless and unscrupulous person who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

"How dare you mention Zang Junji? He was a truly upright and extraordinary man, while you are nothing but a shadowy rat."

Paper Man Zhang flew into a rage upon hearing this:
"How dare you insult the bloodline of the Zang family—"

"Zang Junji has rendered great service to the people, while you have killed countless people, causing numerous bloodshed and resulting in the resurrection of many vengeful spirits, creating a serious calamity." Zhao Fusheng rebuked.

"If Zang Junji hadn't died, given his character, he probably would have taken matters into his own hands!"

"You—" The paper figure Zhang uttered the words, then fell silent for a moment.

After a long pause, he let out two cold laughs:
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

He realized at this moment that Zhao Fusheng was sharp-tongued and determined, and like him, she had her own principles. Neither of them could persuade the other, and if he argued with her, he would only mess things up.

"No matter how powerful he is, he cannot benefit his descendants, not even his own bloodline." Paper Man Zhang was about to finish his sentence when Zhao Fusheng interrupted him:

"You protected her?"

"..."

The paper figure Zhang was stunned.

"The old Zang family ancestral hall, your wife and daughter are dead," Zhao Fusheng said coldly.
"More than fifty years later, your son died in the old Zang family ancestral hall while trying to save his mother and sister."

"Shut up!" the paper figure shouted.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I don't."

she says:

“Zang Junji was selfless and impartial, and the laws of Heaven were clear, which allowed his descendants to live to at least your generation. But you are extremely vicious and now you are all alone. You still haven’t woken up.”

Paper Man Zhang was furious:
"You brat—"

“Old ghost,” Zhao Fusheng retorted.

The word "ghost" enraged Zhang the paper figure.

He suddenly lost his mind. The possessing ghost jumped up and grabbed Zang Junji's severed limbs, pressing them forcefully against his own hands and feet.

The severed limb took root on the ground as soon as it touched his body.

Zang Junji's ghostly body instinctively began to devour the paper figure Zhang's 'flesh and blood'.

He uses resentment as his god and hatred as his body, absorbing the bodies of all the vengeful ghosts in the world to assemble a grotesque, hybrid form.

At this moment, the ghost's body was being devoured by Zang Junji's severed limbs. These limbs were incredibly powerful, and they continued to devour the lower legs and arms without stopping. They even showed a tendency to completely devour the paper figure.

But he remained calm, wiped his head, and another head sprouted from the flesh of his neck and emerged from his body.

Two heads stood side by side, and then a spliced ​​head opened a ghostly eye.

The newly 'grown' head was cut off from Zang Junji's body years ago, and once it appeared, it immediately suppressed the remaining limbs.

"I now have half a head, one hand, and one leg of my ancestor."

He was essentially half of Zang Junji's resurrection.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost eyes of the paper figure Zhang suddenly went out of control and began to spin wildly.

This eyeball, separated by a great distance, gazes directly at Zang Junji, who is trapped in the gates of hell.

The moment the two ghosts locked eyes, Zang Junji's ghostly figure, restrained by countless dense red threads, faded away.

A strange sense of unease crept into everyone's hearts.

Everyone involuntarily shuddered.

The ghost city of Fengdu shattered, and the golden light on the signboard in front of the Gate of Hell was instantly erased.

The city gate within the black mist was torn open, and Zang Junji's ghostly figure, along with the horde of ghosts that rushed out of the ghost city and the black mist, all disappeared.

……

'Thump, thump.'

It felt like a heart was beating violently.

Everyone who heard the heartbeat felt as if their neck was being held by an invisible hand.

An inexplicable sense of intimidation descended, as if everyone was marked by some kind of law.

This law is incredibly powerful; it directly and devastatingly pins a person to the spot.

"Fusheng, I've lost control of my power."

Liu Yizhen said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light around him receded like a tide.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to speak, something terrifying happened—the shrine where Liu Yizhen was located was instantly destroyed by an unknown force.

Liu Yizhen's expression changed. He was about to run away, but as soon as he took a step, he could no longer move.

A tremendous force suppressed him.

He struggled desperately, and a red thread appeared on his body, binding him tightly.

One end of the red line led straight into the air. Liu Yizhen wanted to look up, but there was a terrifying pressure in the air, pressing down on him and making it impossible for him to turn his neck.

An unknown entity was above him, suppressing him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see an endless abyss, and he was at the bottom of the abyss.

From the paper figure Zhang Qiang piecing together Zang Qunji's ghost body, to Zang Junji forcibly emerging from the gates of hell and Liu Yizhen suffering, everything happened in the blink of an eye, and all the changes were irreversible.

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