I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 225: Spreading the Honorable Name, Abyss Fifth Layer

Seeing this, Li Qingyun frowned and sent a thought directly through the altar, turning the out-of-control and fallen young woman into a pool of meat paste.

Then, he became thoughtful. The mortals in this world could not directly enjoy the gifts of the immortals, had no way to accept the immortals' thoughts, and could not even bear the voices of the "outside immortals".

Is it possible that there is an unbridgeable gap between immortals and mortals, and they cannot communicate with each other?

But if that is the case, why do the mortals in this dream world still pray to the immortals tirelessly, longing for a response? Don’t they know that they will lose control and fall, and end up in a fate more miserable than death?
No, there must be a way for immortals and mortals to communicate in this dream world.

The first thing Li Qingyun thought of was to find those monks with higher cultivation and stronger endurance and respond to their prayers.

But he soon discovered that this method simply didn't work.

A true monk, especially a great monk of a high level, would only pray to a designated immortal.

Just as in the human world, spiritual practitioners would pray for help from the "Mother of Destiny" and practitioners of the demonic path would pray for strength from the "Lord of the Abyss", in this dream world, true practitioners would also pray to the corresponding "Ancient Immortals" and "Old Immortals", and when reciting the prayers, they would include clear honorific names, accurately pointing to the immortals being prayed for.

Only the aimless and random prayers of ordinary mortals could be heard by an unknown "foreign immortal" like him.

Li Qingyun pondered for a moment, came up with another idea, and decided to continue trying.

But this time, he ruled out the methods of conveying sound or thoughts, as well as appearing in person.

Soon, he chose another prayer and immersed his mind in it...

……

At dusk in late autumn, the sky was as dark as lead, and the cold wind blew the fallen leaves around in the empty alleys.

The young boy Fang Ping huddled in the corner of the alley, his clothes tattered and ragged. His once handsome face had long been worn down by life, but his eyes still held a glimmer of stubbornness.

His face was pale, he was holding a half-moldy steamed bun in his hand, and he was starving, but he was kicked to the ground by someone.

Several burly men laughed at him. One of them stepped on the bun and spit at him provocatively:

"Damn it, how unlucky! Why are there stray dogs blocking the road in such a cold weather?"

Fang Ping fell to the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably. He dug his fingers into the soil, causing pain in his fingertips.

He did not respond, but just lowered his head, not daring to resist, as if he had long been accustomed to enduring all these insults.

It was not until those people walked away and the laughter faded away that he slowly stood up, a hint of unwillingness and pain appearing on his dirty face.

Fang Ping was born into a wealthy family when he was young. He was arrogant and unruly since childhood. He once thought that everything in the world would protect him forever.

But fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. When he was fifteen years old, an unexpected event happened like a storm, shattering all his arrogance and immaturity.

That day, the enemy suddenly attacked and killed all 170 members of his family. Only Fang Ping escaped by chance. He was forced to wander the streets and became a destitute man who was bullied by others.

His former pride and dignity were trampled to pieces, and his former glory and honor seemed like a distant nightmare. Only the lingering hatred in his heart supported him, making him unwilling to completely surrender even in the mud.

Recalling the past, Fang Ping looked at his bony hands. A faint light ignited in the depths of his eyes. His lips slightly parted, and he prayed with all his strength to the unknown existence in the void:
"Please have mercy on me, Immortal... let me gain strength... let me avenge my great vengeance... I am willing to pay any price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the sky and earth suddenly sink, and a huge, terrifying, and catastrophic pressure suddenly descended.

The darkness spread rapidly like a tide, swallowing up the muddy streets and broken low walls. There was deathly silence all around, leaving Fang Ping tightly surrounded by the darkness as thick as water, as if he was in an endless abyss.

A low and cold whimpering sound was heard in the air, floating and uncertain, as if thousands of ghosts were whispering, seeming far and near. The feeling of being watched by some ancient being was like a thorn in the back, and could not be shaken off.

Fang Ping was trembling, with an undisguised fear in his eyes, but the obsession in his heart made him raise his head and stare into the depths of darkness, longing for the arrival of the world-destroying calamity-like force.

At this moment, the dirty mud on the ground suddenly changed, forming strange runes that emitted a cold glow in the darkness, like stars in the void, erratic and deep.

"My honorable title is 'Ji'..."

Mysterious runes appeared before him, carrying with them an obscure charm and irresistible majesty, as if a god was overlooking the world.

Fang Ping's pupils shrank slightly. Although he had never seen those runes before, he somehow understood their meaning. The mysterious feeling deeply shocked his soul.

Is this the method used by the immortal?
Soon, the next line of text slowly appeared:
"…Recite my name, walk on my behalf among men, spread my miracles, and make my name resound throughout the world. You can then exchange this for my power and fulfill your lifelong wish."

The runes were invisible and formless, but they kept echoing in Fang Ping's mind like the sound of a huge bell, awakening his ears.

The powerful pressure from the immortals penetrated his soul and reached deep into his heart.

Fang Ping felt the hatred in his heart being torn apart by an invisible force. His chest was almost on fire. The flesh beneath his skin squirmed, and tiny buds grew out, which then slowly dissipated. He kept hovering on the edge of collapse, but finally maintained his consciousness.

"I am willing!"

His voice was trembling, but it was filled with unquestionable determination.

After his family was destroyed, he had nothing left. The thought of revenge was his only hope. Faced with the exchange conditions proposed by the "immortal", he did not hesitate at all.

"...I, an ignorant mortal like Fang Ping, am willing to serve you with my body and spread your honorable name!"

As the words fell, the words in the darkness gradually emitted a colder light, like a will-o'-the-wisp in an endless abyss.

The light swirled and turned in the void, and finally slowly condensed into countless complex and strange runes.

These runes carried an elusive spirituality, as if they were secret spells that did not belong to the human world. They were erratic, flashing with an ancient dark light, and gradually appeared before Fang Ping's eyes.

As the runes appeared, the surrounding darkness began to condense into a stone slab that glowed with a strange light.

The stone slab was pitch black, swallowing up the surrounding light, and a faint chill emanated from its surface.

Those complicated runes appeared one by one, carved into the surface of the stone slab by invisible hands, and gradually imprinted on it. Every stroke was deep and cold, with irresistible majesty, carrying the eternal curse and immortal will.

Fang Ping's eyes were drawn to the stone slab, and a series of terrifying images suddenly emerged in his mind - endless wasteland, dark storms, howling black afterimages. It seemed as if he was falling into a different world, filled with terrifying netherworld creatures everywhere, and a chilling chill surrounded him.

Just by looking at the stone slab, Fang Ping felt waves of intense pain in his mind, as if his soul was being torn apart by the sharp blade. His face turned pale, his body trembled, and he covered his chest in pain. His mind was almost collapsed, but his eyes were full of determination.

He saw his only hope of revenge on the stone slab, so he gritted his teeth and murmured in a low voice with desperate ferocity:

"I'll do anything... just for revenge!"

At this moment, the runes on the stone slab suddenly emitted a deep and dim light, which revealed a chilling chill that slowly penetrated into his body.

The cold power flowed slowly through his blood like a snake, bringing an irresistible chill.

Fang Ping's bones and meridians seemed to be transformed. Every inch of his skin and every bit of his flesh were immersed in this strange power, gradually transforming himself.

He felt as if there were thousands of cold tentacles moving in his body, which was both terrifying and mysterious.

Gradually, his body no longer belonged to a mortal, but was occupied by some dark power.

But Fang Ping did not retreat. The pain and hatred in his heart had already swallowed up all his fears. Instead, he took the initiative to face the coldness of darkness, letting it rage and devour his blood. This was the power of the "Supreme Immortal"!

As this power continued to flow, the runes on the stone slab left a mark deep in his soul, carrying with them some kind of mysterious and eternal will.

Fang Ping raised his head and felt that he had been reborn and became the embodiment of darkness.

He silently recited the name in his heart and regarded the title of immortal as his life's mission.

……

In the dark abyss, Li Qingyun sat quietly floating.

With the help of the means of the "outside immortals" and some divination techniques, he transformed the "Nine Styles of Cutting the Sky" that he had once deduced and passed on to the Changle Gang into runes and passed them on to a mortal in this world.

Without having to show up in person or exert any power, this was the best solution he could think of.

Moreover, thanks to Fang Ping's strong willpower, it went surprisingly smoothly.

As Fang Ping recited his honorific title, Li Qingyun could clearly feel that his strength had become slightly stronger and his status was slowly improving.

The improvement is so slight that it's almost negligible, but it's a good start.

The dream world is vast and boundless. Once his title is spread, accumulates a large number of believers, and recites it every day, the improvement in strength will reach a very terrifying level.

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun did not hesitate and began to look for the next suitable mortal prayerer to continue the same procedure.

……

Ten days later.

Dream world.

On the top of Daliang Mountain, there is the Hanging Temple.

This is a holy place of Buddhism on earth, where many masters gather. It is the only place where one can directly listen to the will from the Pure Land of Buddhism.

At this time, deep in the Buddhist temple, in a quiet and sacred room, four or five monks in robes were prostrating themselves on the ground, praying devoutly to a Buddha statue.

"Buddha, an evil immortal has revived in the world and is deceiving believers. Currently, three strongholds have been found near Daliang Mountain alone. There are at least nearly a hundred gathering places contaminated by the evil gods in the seven countries of the world. Roughly estimated, there are at least thousands of believers.

"We have already found out that this evil immortal is named 'Ji', and he has passed down a set of magical martial arts that can turn decay into magic, and hidden in it is the secret that can turn mortals into immortals.

"In Pangu County, there was a young man named Fang Ping. At the age of fifteen, he suffered a great change. He was burdened with a deep hatred and lived on the streets, being looked down upon and bullied.

"But overnight, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, and he suddenly mastered many incredible methods. Not only did he succeed in revenge, he also slaughtered all the hooligans who had bullied him. His methods were extremely cruel.

"Afterwards, he claimed to be the representative of the evil immortal 'Ji' on earth, spreading the name of the evil immortal everywhere, recruiting followers, gathering together to rob government officials, occupying the mountains and becoming the king, and committing all kinds of evil.

"Pangu County recruited police officers and soldiers to suppress the bandits, but he almost wiped them out single-handedly.

"Qingguang Mountain woodcutter Liu Chongwen...

"Wang Zhiyou, a fisherman in Jingtian Lake...

"Langyagang farmer Xu Liangming..."

As the monks reported the news of "silence" to the believers one by one, a strong wind suddenly blew in the whole room, and a loud voice rang out:

"This is a disturbance caused by the 'outer immortals'. It is of no small importance. You must quickly gather your forces and go to suppress the bandits. Do not make any mistakes!"

This voice carried a huge terrifying and bewitching power. Even though several monks present were already the "Heavenly Kings" of the sixth realm of Buddhism, after hearing the words of the gods, their pupils still stood up, scales grew on their bodies, and strange changes occurred.

But soon, these monks suppressed the pollution with their powerful cultivation and kowtowed to the gods:

"Follow the Buddha's teachings!"

……

Dream world, abyss.

Dark, evil, tyrannical, and terrifying.

Li Qingyun stood in the air, his clothes rustling in the wind.

"This is already the fifth level of the abyss."

He thought to himself and waved his hand casually. Stars appeared beside him like a galaxy.

These are prayers directed to him, which the other "immortals" cannot perceive or respond to.

The Nine Styles of Cutting the Sky is extremely magical. In just ten days, he has passed this set of skills to hundreds of people. Some of them did not have strong wills and could not withstand the power of the runes that recorded the magical skills. They lost control and collapsed, but most of them successfully embarked on the path of cultivation.

As a mortal, it is difficult to find an opportunity to become an immortal. Various paths of cultivation have long been controlled by major sects, and ordinary people have no chance of becoming an immortal.

Now that the immortal "Ji" has passed down his Taoism, teaching everyone, it has naturally been enthusiastically sought after by the vast majority of mortals. Once someone ignites a spark, it will immediately spread like wildfire.

Now, Li Qingyun has tens of thousands of followers. Although this number is insignificant in the vast dream world, the number of followers is increasing exponentially every day, and the momentum cannot be underestimated.

The countless believers chanting his name every day also rapidly improved Li Qingyun's strength and status. Now he has been unstoppable and has descended to the fifth level of the "Abyss".

There are a total of eighteen layers in the "Abyss". According to legend, the bottom layer contains supreme treasures and may even contain the spiritual status of a fallen immortal. This is the purpose of Li Qingyun's trip.

He was thinking about his next plan when he suddenly frowned and turned to look.

Suddenly, not far behind him, there appeared a strange man with horns on his head, a dark body, and three heads and six arms.

The man's light golden eyes reflected Li Qingyun's appearance, but without any change. The aura on his body was as deep and as powerful as a mountain, terrifying and violent.

"Ancient Immortal!"

Li Qingyun suddenly understood, but he didn't know why this "ancient immortal" looked so strange. He was not at all elegant and carefree as he had imagined, with a green beard and long robe.

However, he quickly put away his curiosity, stepped forward, bowed, and asked politely:

"My name is 'Ji', may I ask what your address is?"

Upon hearing this, the "Ancient Immortal"'s eyes immediately turned fierce and he roared:
"kill!"

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(End of this chapter)