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Chapter 581 The Eastern Peak Emperor Resurrects, Confronting Yama

The crimson moonlight pierced through the nine layers of dark clouds, and the entire city roared violently at that moment.

The 36,000 Soul-Suppressing Steles scattered throughout the underworld shattered simultaneously, and the moss-covered city walls oozed brownish-red sap, resembling thousands of festering wounds.

An indescribable feeling of unease arose in everyone's hearts.

Even leaders as strong as Griss and Lu Wenwu still felt a chill run down their spines.

At this moment, an incomparably terrifying being is awakening.

Even a wisp of aura released when the seal breaks is enough to make people tremble.

Lu Wenwu's lips curled up slightly, his eyes revealing intense excitement and fighting spirit.

But at the same time, he didn't forget to shake out Xiao Bao to help.

The kitten can take a nap; it can't really not help at all!

With a clear understanding of himself, Lu Wenwu knew that if he got carried away, he would not care about his teammates. So he offered a seafood feast in exchange for Xiaobao protecting these Blue Star Martial Saints later.

If given the opportunity, it would be best to kill a few members of the alien race to weaken their fighting force.

The kitten, whose sleep had been disturbed, was very unhappy.

However, for the sake of the seafood feast, the kitten reluctantly agreed, grumbling, and expressed great dissatisfaction with the battle environment.

"What happened? What happened?"

A martial saint from another race suppressed his fear, but the panic in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Gris had no intention of giving it an answer. Instead, he pulled out a round shield from somewhere and held it up in front of him, while the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered rapidly.

Lu Wenwu kindly answered its question: "The entire world here is a huge seal. The bronze gate is the first one, and the Fengdu Ghost City in front of us is the second one, which is also the core."

"However, the builders were in a hurry at the time, and some of the Dao patterns were altered by the capable sealed beings inside, who then gained control over some of the permissions. This resulted in the seal being both a tomb and something like a time capsule."

In other words, the owner of this place is about to wake up.

The moment Lu Wenwu finished speaking, the Three Lives Bridge collapsed and plunged into the River of Oblivion, and the water level of the Yellow Springs, stretching for eight hundred miles, began to rise wildly.

At this moment, the entire underworld was struck by a magnitude 12 earthquake.

Under the gaze of the Eye of True Sight, Lu Wenwu clearly saw the power of the laws belonging to the underworld rapidly flowing back and merging into the ancient city before him.

As the laws and authority were stripped away, the forces that supported the actions of the obsessive body collapsed.

Those figures who should have died at least millions of years ago finally fell one by one, their bodies and remaining thoughts turning into specks of light and disappearing without a trace.

These souls, entangled in battle for countless years, have finally found peace.

When the blood-red full moon hung high in the sky, the River of Oblivion boiled over as if it were boiling, and the water became as thick as blood.

The city walls, which had been sealed by the great formation for hundreds of millions of years, began to crack.

Black mist snaked out from every crevice, meandering upwards, enveloping and gnawing at the mottled barbican.

The thick outer shell, covered in moss, weathered away, and the Daoist patterns and talismans crumbled inch by inch, revealing the two characters "Fengdu" written in the style of silver hooks and iron strokes.

The power of laws and authority was continuously injected, and the dilapidated city tower peeled away its debris, revealing its dark red interior.

Countless human powerhouses were instantly stunned.

Even though they had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and each of them was a Star Martial Saint who was used to death and corpses and had crawled out of piles of dead bodies, they still felt somewhat nauseous at the scene in front of them.

The scarlet city wall had an almost fleshy texture, with each brick trembling and writhing. Protrusions, like faces emitting painful howls, bulged outwards from the center, only to retract again after a while, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The walls of that city were actually built with the core of living souls and bodies!
The flesh and souls were dismantled using secret methods and then forged back into city bricks, which were then piled up and smelted together.

The city before us is alive!
"What the hell is this thing?! Turning people into bricks and then sealing their souls inside to bring them to life?!" The hairs on the back of the neck of the Martial Saint of Doutian stood on end. "Is this really the underworld from mythology? Or the Lion Camel Ridge from Journey to the West? This kind of practice is worse than that of animals!"

"Myths are myths, don't take them as real history. They are exaggerated and embellished. Besides, the cultural heritage between you and the ancient human race has long been broken. What you have is just something that is ambiguous."

Lu Wenwu stared intently at the changes in Fengdu Ghost City, his powerful blood and qi beginning to circulate rapidly. Without turning his head, he explained.

"The underworld and the netherworld are real, and the scene before you is even more real. Haven't the battles between the obsessive beings along the way made you understand? Perhaps those guys in the Celestial Court aren't very ethical, and the Underworld, which governs the netherworld, is no better than any benevolent people."

"Dou Tian, ​​you're too naive."

The Martial Saint of the Sky also spoke up.

"From the description of the Dragon Palace Spirit and the records in the Dragon Palace Library, it is not difficult to see that although the Celestial Court seems ordinary to us, it is already a force that leans towards law and justice, and it is also the only force capable of building a seal of this level."

"With cultivation resources drastically reduced and the world already shattered, a force that can be besieged and sealed by the Celestial Court with such a massive force cannot possibly be of the lawful good type. Therefore, it is most likely an enemy."

"We're going to fight people from mythology," the Divine Martial Saint muttered. "Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence are all dead. Who will we be facing? Lord of Mount Tai or Houtu Ancestral Witch? Or perhaps Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Taiyi Savior from Suffering?"

"One glance at Ding Zhen, and I can tell he's been reading those ancient fantasy web novels. What kind of ancestral witches are there in mythology? Houtu Niangniang is more like it." A somewhat young-looking martial saint chuckled and commented sharply. "I didn't expect you, Ancestor of the Divine Guardians, to have such a hobby?"

"Fuck off!"

The old Martial Saint blushed and couldn't help but use angry curses to cover up the fact that he had dug out an underwater dragon palace with his toes.

"Crack!"

Twelve bolts of purple lightning struck down simultaneously, illuminating countless ghostly figures within the city.

The moment the pale white lanterns were lit on the city tower and watchtower, the entire city of Fengdu seemed to come alive.

It's like pressing the play button on a still videotape.

The bone tortoise carrying the tattered banner slowly turned its neck, its bronze eyes flashing with dark green phosphorescence.

From deep within the city gate passage came the sound of chains dragging, and a mournful howl, neither human nor non-human, mixed with the smell of sulfur, filled the lungs along with the howl of a vengeful ghost.

The moat, which had long since dried up, was now filled with a viscous, scarlet liquid, flowing like the Yangtze River and rushing straight into the turbulent Yellow Springs of Oblivion at its end.

Suddenly, rows of dilapidated ferry boats, seemingly rotten and decaying, emerged from the blood-red river.

There was nothing under the boatman's straw hat except for pairs of bright eyes.

The desiccated hands rowed the oars, precisely parting the boiling, dark red waves.

"The ferryman of the Yellow Springs? Is there such a thing in mythology?" Dou Tian Wu Sheng muttered to himself again.

"It's in Greek mythology, but your region was destroyed relatively early, so you might not be very familiar with it. As I said before, mythology shouldn't be taken entirely at face value, but it shouldn't be completely disregarded either."

Lu Wenwu's expression was solemn, but his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of anticipation.

He sensed that the laws of spacetime were fluctuating violently, and the laws that make up the six realms of reincarnation were being gradually activated.

"Attention, all hands! Prepare for battle! The big one is coming!"

Phosphorescent green flames surged from the depths of the earth's fissures, and the mottled city walls emitted muffled sounds of decaying wood cracking. Suddenly, shattered stone tablets floated up from the ground, forming an inverted Big Dipper formation.

Indigo flames flickered from the empty eye sockets of the skulls piled up beneath the archway, like a flock of crows flapping their wings and sweeping across the streets.

Thick black mist seeped from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, wrapping around the severed limbs and reassembling them.

Like an undead creature.

They are gradually regaining their bodies.

Even though it has decayed into bones, it can still bear the soul that has been sealed for countless years under the power of the underworld.

When the last core Dao pattern shattered, the seal was completely broken.

In the center of Fengdu Ghost City, deep within the Eastern Peak Imperial Palace.

A skeletal figure dressed in a dragon robe sat in what was once a magnificent palace, on the gradually decaying and cracked imperial throne.

The seal belonging to the highest authority in the underworld was now in his hand, and it shone brightly again as countless laws were poured into it.

It grew ever more intense and dazzling!
The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak twitched his eyelids, shaking off the accumulated dust.

Beneath the bluish-gray skin, tens of thousands of crimson wisps emerged from the Imperial Seal of the Eastern Peak, flowing along the bronze crown and into the veins that had been parched for countless years, nourishing the flesh and blood that had long since burned out.

"Boom!"

Injected with vitality, the shriveled heart became plump again and began to beat once more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the heart beats faster and faster, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth transforms into a vortex.

The withered body was constantly nourished, and the newly generated blood was pumped to every corner of the body. The terrifying power hidden in every part of the body was gradually returning bit by bit.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak slightly opened his eyes, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and a hissing sound like dry wood rubbing together escaped his throat.

"I have been sealed off for millions of years by your hands. I shall rule the world!"

"Without that hypocritical and sanctimonious Heavenly Emperor, who can stop me again!"

His gradually recovering hand pressed against the Eastern Peak Imperial Seal, which was constantly regaining its peak power. Crimson divine light climbed up the dragon-patterned robe and exploded into ghostly blue sparks between the twelve jade tassels.

"Ox-Head, Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, and the seven Yama Kings. It's alright."

"The world has undergone a great change. In this degenerate age, spiritual energy is scarce, and there are no longer any cultivators in the world who can advance to the Dao Integration stage and achieve the position of Immortal Venerable."

"I am invincible under heaven!"

A bone-chilling wind, carrying black sand, poured into his throat, causing his throat bone, which had been decaying for millennia, to issue its first decree since the Eastern Peak Emperor's consciousness was revived.

"All officials! Return to your posts!"

In an instant, boundless power erupted from the hands of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

Like the spring breeze that revitalizes everything, it awakens everything it passes through.

Seventy-two palaces of the underworld burst forth with blue light, and pale white mandalas grew wildly among the beams and pillars.

Judges peeled off from the stone sculptures, and drops of blood from the tips of their vermilion pens congealed in mid-air to form the Book of Life and Death. Where the pens passed, cracks of the six realms of reincarnation appeared, startling the Book of Yin and Yang, which flipped and rustled.

King Qin Guang in the first palace ran his fingertips over the Mirror of Karma, which was covered in frost. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the mirror's surface, as if a drowning person was struggling. Souls were imprisoned within it, suffering torment day and night.

The Fifth King of Hell, dressed in a crimson official robe, with a black iron chain jingling in his hand, dragged countless souls as he stepped out of the dilapidated hall.

The Ten Kings of Hell, clad in ancient armor, held a long white bone spear coiled with a blood-red evil dragon, which sparked eerie flames as it scraped against the ground.

Inside the imperial palace, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak roared like thunder: "Where are the mighty troops of the Underworld!"

The next instant, the Soul-Suppressing Drum at the east corner of the city wall suddenly sounded on its own, and dense scratch marks appeared on the drum surface.

The shriveled eyes of the floating corpses in the blood-soaked moat suddenly snapped open, their faces contorted in a ferocious expression.

Within the swirling pool of viscous blood, countless figures scrambled outwards, using both hands and feet to try and escape.

They raised their heads, rotting to the point of exposing their throat bones, and from the depths of the clouds soaked by the blood moon, came the unwilling roars that had been sealed away millions of years ago.

Souls that have slumbered since ancient times are reshaped into bodies by the power of death amidst the embers of the eternal lamp.

The bone armor rubbed together, producing a piercing hiss, and the ancient armor was once again refined by the flames born from the burning of souls, shining with a mirror-like luster.

Where rust fell in a flurry, dark brown bloodstains appeared on the bluestone slab.

The phrase "a hundred demons parade at night" is no longer an exaggerated metaphor.

"Crush the land of the living, and kill all who resist!"

An increasingly deep voice came from the depths of the imperial palace.

Along with it was a tiger tally that shone with a lustrous, jade-like color.

When Yama, the King of Hell, raised his hand to catch the tiger tally, the soul-binding lock wrapped around his arm jingled.

A bluish light shone through his pale face, and the sound flowing from his lips was like gravel rubbing against a monument.

"Sir, obey the order."

The sound of the rotten hinges turning was like fingernails scraping against a coffin, eerie and grating.

The moment the city gates burst open, blood rained down from the gaping wound in the sky, and even the heavens wept.

King Yama personally drove his chariot over the 999 steps of the Dan Chi, and charged out of Fengdu City, holding the black dragon banner.

The nine skeletal warhorses pulling the chariot were writhing in the air with ghostly flames, their neighing echoing through the dark clouds, revealing behind them a hundred thousand armored soldiers wielding halberds.

Dark green phosphorescent flames flickered beneath the rusted tiger helmet armor, and iron boots crushed countless wandering ghosts that had not yet managed to escape.

Where the ghostly soldiers trampled, phosphorescent flames condensed into a chilling, eerie blue flame that scorched the soul. Black water seeped from the gaps in the armor, overflowing the stone steps and staining the bronze ghost face with mottled marks like the tears of a living person.

The day and night wandering god dragged his shackles through the city gate tower, the iron chains scraping against the red sandstone and sparks flying.

King Qin Guang and King Zhuan Lun each led a contingent of Yin soldiers, lining up on either side of the central army led by King Yama, forming a neat battle formation.

Lu Wenwu was less than a kilometer away from the army of ghost soldiers, practically face to face, facing the army alone.

The moment he saw the three Yama Kings leading their army out of the city, the excitement on his face vanished.

Instead, there was intense anger and an extreme surge of murderous intent.

"You filthy scum! How dare you call yourselves Yama!"

(End of this chapter)