Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 615 The Purple Gourd Overturns the Heavens and Burns the Nine Netherworlds, True Fire Purifies Heaven and Earth (Part 2)

But things are different now.

Lu Cheng descended alone into the Netherworld, prepared to die dozens of times. He unleashed the full power of the thirty-six heavens, giving his all without regard for his own safety.

boom! !

The illusory images of the thirty-six worlds spun and transformed into thirty-six spheres of light like bright pearls, which then formed a terrifying spell that suppressed everything and obliterated the universe.

The moment this power appeared, the entire world seemed to freeze.

In the perception of these demon race Mahayana cultivators in the arena, it was as if the sky was collapsing and the heavens were rolling down.

Each illusory image contains the immense power of a nascent world. Now, they descend in layers, exuding an ancient and boundless Daoist aura. It is as if an ancient divine mountain has collapsed, or a galaxy has been reversed, and it crashes down with the will to crush time and space and reshape the earth, fire, water, and wind.

The first few ghost saints to be hit, including the most clamoring Thousand Infant Ghost Mother, were crushed by the overlapping phantoms of the myriad worlds before they could even let out a scream.

The body composed of a thousand vengeful infants burst like a bubble, and the resentment was instantly purified and annihilated by the laws of the heavens.

The green-haired corpse that the Heavenly Corpse Monster was so proud of crumbled inch by inch under the life-giving power of the heavens, emitting a piercing cracking sound like metal clashing.

In just one encounter, several Mahayana demon saints were either killed or maimed.

"You bastard!" Ghost King Yama was filled with shock and rage, his eyes bulging with fury. He quickly pointed with his death-marking pen: "I decree that your life force is severed, and your soul shall return to my register."

A beam of deathly gray light, condensed to its extreme, ignored space and shot directly at Lu Cheng's brow. This was a cursed attack containing the laws of the netherworld, specifically designed to diminish lifespan and destroy the soul.

laugh!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only intense annihilation at the level of laws.

The deathly gray beam of light struck Lu Cheng's brow, like striking metal, sending sparks flying. Lu Cheng swayed slightly, his face paling even more, but his eyes remained as sharp as ever.

"The Taoist immortal body, the indestructible Vajra body?! Damn it, it's truly tough. Everyone, attack together. Wear this man down. He can't hold on for long." Ghostly Yama roared fiercely, while simultaneously activating the illusory image of the Book of Life and Death, from which countless chains of vengeful souls shot out, wrapping around Lu Cheng.

The other ghost saints also reacted, unleashing a torrent of their most powerful ghostly abilities and netherworld treasures upon Lu Cheng: the Filthy Blood River, the Soul-Eating Ghost Wind, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Heart Curse, the Nine Netherworld White Bone Claw, the Corrupting God Poisonous Mist…

The entire Bone Abyss was instantly engulfed by countless sinister and terrifying ghostly attacks, and the surrounding space was distorted.

At the same time, deep within the Bone Abyss, dozens of terrifyingly powerful nether auras suddenly erupted, stirring up boundless Yin and death energy.

"Do you think there's no one left in the netherworld?!"

"Form ranks! Kill him!"

A fierce roar, a scream, and incantations echoed throughout the netherworld!
In an instant, all the bizarre and unpredictable methods accumulated over countless ages by the Netherworld were revealed:
With a shake of his body, the Hundred Bones Ancestor transformed into a figure of heaven and earth, his bones multiplying by billions, becoming a towering white bone demon god. Countless bone spears, bone spikes, and bone blades tore through the void, carrying curses that pierced the soul, attacking the illusory figures of the heavens like a torrential rain. Each strike contained the law of decay, attempting to erode the barriers of the world!
The Nine-Child Demon Mother shrieked, and the nine ghost infants beneath her transformed into nine eerie green lights, forming a mysterious and insidious "Nine-Child Soul-Devouring Array" that was deadly and difficult to defend against!

The Netherworld Scholar's face was gloomy. He held his pen and wrote rapidly in the air. One after another, black talismans formed from the laws of the Netherworld flew out. Each talisman was like a miniature black hole, frantically devouring the suppressing power and distorting the surrounding spatial laws, trying to tear a gap in the absolute seal!
Even more so, the Venerable of Ten Thousand Souls unleashed a "Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Spirit Banner" that blotted out the sky. The banner tumbled, and countless ancient fierce souls, vengeful spirits, and demonic shadows that it had imprisoned and refined roared out, forming a monstrous black tide that filthened divine souls and eroded magical power, and crashed fiercely into the illusory figures of the heavens!

In an instant, ghosts wailed and gods howled within the Abyss of Bones, and all kinds of magic resounded!

Dozens of Mahayana Ghost Saints joined forces in anger, and countless curses, soul techniques, bone-path supernatural powers, and Yin Sha secret methods representing the ultimate power of the Netherworld converged into a destructive tidal wave, which collided violently with the thirty-six layers of illusory figures that suppressed the heavens!

Faced with an attack capable of instantly destroying a mortal world, Lu Cheng showed no fear; instead, his fighting spirit burned even more fiercely.
"Well done! Let you demons and monsters prove my Dao and comprehend my supernatural powers!"

His figure shifted and changed position like five colors at times, and disappeared in an instant like a golden rainbow roc. He dodged and weaved through the overwhelming attacks, with the illusory images of the thirty-six heavens surrounding him. At this moment, Lu Cheng had completely abandoned defense. If he could evade with his escape techniques, he would evade; if he couldn't, he would take the hit head-on. He only attacked and did not defend, relying mainly on the fierce and unparalleled power of the heavens, while also using the exquisite Taiqing Sword Technique, the Five Elements Divine Power, the Transformation Ascension Technique, and the power of his physical body.

Every clash between the two sides unleashed a storm of primordial energy that tore through the void, flattening and annihilating large swathes of the surrounding bone mountains.

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing apart the river of filthy blood; Five Elements Divine Thunder roared, shattering the soul-corroding ghost wind; His figure shifted and transformed, dodging the Heart-Eating Curse; A punch was unleashed, imbued with the power of the heavens, shattering a giant white bone claw that had grabbed at him into dust.

At this moment, Daoist Lu Cheng was like a fighting machine that knew no fatigue. He fought valiantly amidst the attacks of dozens of Ghost Saints of the same level. Wherever he went, Ghost Saints fell and their bones turned to ash.

However, in reality, Lu Cheng's own divine sense and magical power were being consumed at an alarming rate during this process. His protective divine light was being broken repeatedly. Even the immortal body and indestructible body of the Daoist had their limits. In fact, when faced with some extremely powerful ghostly attacks, Lu Cheng didn't even know how he died. His life force was being exhausted. But every time he died in battle, Lu Cheng secretly used the Daoist Transformation and Ascension Technique to be resurrected. The battle was fierce, but Lu Cheng's fighting spirit and will to fight only grew stronger. Every move he made was even more ruthless and vicious!

In this Netherworld, ghosts are immortal, but under Lu Cheng's Daoist magic, they will be blasted and suppressed for tens or hundreds of thousands of years, unable to regenerate and revive.

Lu Cheng Dao Ren, he actually managed to carve out a brief vacuum zone in the heart of the Netherworld Ghost Realm by his own strength, dragging dozens of Ghost Saints into the Bone Abyss.

The interdimensional passage that the ghosts had been trying to maintain and stabilize was now collapsing and shrinking because it had lost the support of most of the ghost saints' magic power and was constantly being impacted by the aftershocks of the battle in Lu City.

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Realm, above the ruins of the Myriad Manifestations Palace.

The Blood Sea Avatar sat cross-legged beneath the myriad streams of Xuanhuang energy emanating from the Xuanhuang Pagoda, his appearance solemn and dignified. His hand seals had reached their final stage, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Clearly, fully activating the Purple-Gold Red Gourd, a relic of a sage, was a tremendous burden for Lu Cheng's avatar.

"Heaven and earth are the furnace, creation is the craftsman. Yin and Yang are the charcoal, all things are the copper!" The clone Lu Cheng chanted an ancient Daoist incantation, his voice booming and resonating with the heavens and earth.

"Samadhi True Fire, heed my command! The purple gourd tilts to the heavens, burning away the nine netherworlds."

"The imperial edict is issued!"

The purple-gold gourd above his head suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling divine light.

The gourd's size increased wildly, and in an instant, it truly expanded to resemble a vast world stretching across the sky.

The gourd's mouth was aimed at the huge spatial rift below, where, although the core was destroyed, the remaining passage was still spewing out ghostly foul air and connecting to the White Bone Abyss of the Netherworld.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Open!"

With a sharp shout, Lu Cheng, the clone, pressed his hands down sharply in a series of hand seals.

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying scene, beyond words, unfolded!

It is no longer the fiery clouds, fiery lakes, and fiery seas that appeared with each previous use of Samadhi Fire, but rather boundless, endless, and infinite.

The sea of ​​Samadhi True Fire is formed by the most refined "essence," "qi," and "spirit" that activate the vast fire element within the Purple Gold Red Gourd.

Like the Milky Way overturning in the heavens, or like the fire god of the heavens unleashing his wrath to destroy the world, it poured down from the mouth of the purple-gold gourd, which was as large as the world itself.

This boundless and endless sea of ​​fire is a perfect blend of three colors:

Crimson like surging lava, blazing white like the essence of fire, dark gold like the core of the sun. The flames are no longer simply burning, but contain the laws of nature that incinerate matter, purify the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and refine the soul.

The waves of fire surged and transformed into countless roaring fire dragons, fire phoenixes, and fire unicorns... Each of these fiery divine beasts exuded terrifying power capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, as if they were real spirits.

The sea of ​​fire covered not only the ruins of Wanxiang Mountain Gate, but also precisely poured into the collapsing passage leading to the White Bone Abyss of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld, the Abyss of White Bones in the Nine Netherworlds.

At this moment, a passage between the two realms has been formed between this place and the Myriad Manifestations Palace of the Earthly Immortal Realm. Due to the convergence of the Heavenly Dao power of the two realms, ordinary cultivators are already trapped inside and find it difficult to escape easily.

Lu Cheng Daoist is fighting a bloody battle, single-handedly resisting the horde of demons.

He was covered in wounds, and although his aura was still powerful, he had consumed a great deal of energy. Even the thirty-six layers of illusory pearls surrounding him had dimmed considerably as a result.

Ghost Saints like Youhun Yama also paid a heavy price, with nearly ten falling and the rest wounded. Although their attacks remained ferocious, they could not hide a trace of fear in their hearts. The ferocity and tenacity of this human cultivator exceeded their expectations.

If the other world of immortals is this fierce and unruly, then it's probably better not to go to this world.

"He's dying, kill him!" Ghostly Yama grinned maliciously, wielding his Death-Indicating Pen once more.

However, at this moment,

"boom!!!"

A terrifying roar, seemingly emanating from beyond the world's barrier, the membrane of heaven and earth, and shaking the entire Netherworld, came from the precariously crumbling spatial passage above their heads.

The next moment, all the Ghost Saints, including Lu Cheng, looked up in horror.

Instead of the foul, ghostly air gushing from the entrance of the passage, an immeasurable sea of ​​three-colored fire poured in.

"Heaven and earth, the human heart, are all contained within it—a tenth-order Dao technique!"

Lu Cheng looked up at the raging inferno and finally confirmed his judgment, feeling a sense of relief.

At the same time, the flames, carrying a terrifying and purifying power that made the entire Netherworld tremble, and a destructive will that could burn away everything in the universe, poured into the White Bone Abyss like a burst dam of the Milky Way.

"No!" The sinister grin on Ghost King Yama's face instantly turned into extreme terror, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream. He couldn't help but be terrified. In the Netherworld, he should have been immortal, but in the face of these flames, he smelled the true scent of death.

A tenth-tier Dao technique, using immortal arts to break through the Netherworld's Undying Heavenly Dao!

Wherever the Samadhi True Fire reached, the most stable space in the Netherworld seemed to turn into the most flammable oil paper.

That tiny, seemingly insignificant spark, upon contact with the dense, malevolent energy of the underworld, was like a spark falling into a pot of boiling oil.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The deafening series of explosions echoed throughout the netherworld.

A raging inferno erupted instantly and spread wildly at an irrational speed. Flames of crimson, blazing white, and dark gold intertwined, greedily licking at everything in their path.

In the blink of an eye, the originally gloomy and terrifying Bone Abyss transformed into a boundless, churning, and roaring inferno.

In the sea of ​​fire, those lowly corpses, skeletons, and vengeful ghosts, composed of pure resentment and yin energy, didn't even have a chance to struggle.

Like snowflakes thrown into a furnace, they instantly vaporized and melted away, unable to even utter a scream, before turning into nothingness.

The last bit of resentment and yin energy they released when they dissipated not only failed to extinguish the flames, but instead acted as the best accelerant, making the Samadhi True Fire burn even more fiercely and the flames even more raging.

These three-colored flames are no longer a simple sea of ​​fire, but are boiling and evolving at the level of laws.

They intertwined, collided, and merged in mid-air, transforming into patches of tri-colored fiery clouds that blotted out the sky and churned endlessly.

Lu Cheng, and the ghost saints present, could not easily leave this area due to the connection between the two realms, but the Samadhi True Fire could.

Because of the perfect combination of timing, location, and human factors, Lu Cheng's Samadhi True Fire indeed reached the power of a ninth-order super-order Dao technique, which is equivalent to a tenth-order immortal technique. It completely exceeded the limit that the Heavenly Dao of the Middle Thousand Worlds could bear, so naturally it could not be restrained or suppressed, at least not in a hurry.

The fiery clouds took on countless shapes and spread infinitely in all directions, burning and devouring all the countless Yin soldiers that the Ghost Saints had originally intended to use to invade the Earthly Immortal Realm. Sometimes they resembled raging, turbulent waves, sometimes they resembled fiery phoenixes spreading their wings and hanging down to the sky, and sometimes they transformed into hundreds of ferocious, roaring fire beasts that spat out hundreds of destructive tongues of fire.

These fiery behemoths rose and fell, roaring in the sea of ​​fire. With each breath, they increased the temperature and destructive power of the fire, mercilessly licking and devouring the "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​ghosts" formed by countless bones piled up on the ground.

Those corpse generals and ghost generals who were promoted from powerful ghosts and possessed a certain level of intelligence and power were now completely isolated islands in the sea of ​​fire.

They roared in terror, desperately channeling the condensed corpse energy or ghost essence within their bodies to form protective shields of gray-black or pale green, attempting to withstand this annihilation.

However, in the face of the Samadhi True Fire, which contains the laws of burning and purifying the origin, these protective primordial energies of heaven and earth with their yin and evil attributes appear so fragile and vulnerable.

"Sizzle...Crack!"

The protective corpse energy and ghost energy shield emitted ear-piercing melting and shattering sounds as they were continuously burned by the three-colored flames.

Those evil energies of heaven and earth seemed to have met their nemesis, and were rapidly decomposed and purified by the supreme yang and strength of the flames.

The light from the shield dimmed at a visible speed, and its surface quickly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Their desperate struggle only prolongs their despair. In the blink of an eye...
Puff! Puff! Puff! ...

A series of shattering sounds rang out. The protective shields of the corpse generals and ghost generals burst one after another like fragile soap bubbles. Without their last barrier, the terrifying Samadhi True Fire instantly clung to their bodies.

"Ah..." A shrill, desperate scream, filled with endless pain, echoed through the sea of ​​fire.

These beings, who were once considered powerful figures in the Netherworld, have now transformed into the most conspicuous and shortest-lived torches in the sea of ​​fire.

Their bodies twisted violently in the true fire, carbonized, and finally disintegrated into ashes. Not even a trace of their souls escaped; they were completely refined and became part of the fuel for this world-burning fire.

The entire White Bone Abyss, no, the entire Netherworld connected to the Nine Nether White Bone Abyss, was plunged into a frenzy of destruction!

The bones are melting, the River Styx is boiling and evaporating, the dark and malevolent mist is being dispersed and burned away... As far as the eye can see, there is only burning!

Burning like crazy!
Purify all burning!

The whole world is on fire!

Those three-colored flames became the sole ruler of this desolate and gloomy land. Their light even briefly overshadowed the seven eternal blood moons in the sky, illuminating the Nine Netherworlds with a bright light, as if a new sun, yet one that brought endless destruction, had been forcibly ignited in this kingdom of death.

Lu Cheng's figure still stood at the center of this inferno. The thirty-six layers of celestial phantoms surrounding him appeared even more sacred and majestic under the firelight, yet also seemed on the verge of collapse.

In order to hold back the ghosts, he had already withstood too many attacks. Now, under the dual pressure of the fire and his own exhaustion, even Lu Cheng felt an unprecedented weakness and pain in his primordial spirit.

But Lu Cheng's eyes remained cold and calm, fixed on the remaining Ghost Saints, including the Ghost King Yama, who were desperately fleeing and resisting in the sea of ​​fire.

These ghost saints truly lived up to their reputation as top beings in this Netherworld, each possessing their own trump cards for survival. The Ghostly Yama transformed the phantom of the Book of Life and Death into a massive black shield to protect himself, while the Death-Inscribing Pen continuously unleashed the laws of death to counter the flames.

Some ghost saints transformed into an invisible, intangible black wind of resentment, weaving through the gaps in the flames; others summoned massive skeletal fortresses as large as mountains, burying themselves deep within them. Although they were in a sorry state, their protective magic treasures and ghostly bodies constantly being burned and melted by the true fire, emitting painful howls, they did not instantly vanish into thin air like lower-level ghosts.

"Madman, do you want to set both worlds ablaze?" Ghostly Yama roared venomously from behind the black shield, its surface already glowing red-hot and riddled with cracks.

He dared not hold back, for to be burned to death by these flames would truly mean the complete annihilation of his body and soul, and the end of everything.

"Compared to your ambition to destroy the world and regard living beings as resources, my actions are merely to cleanse this world of filth. If I don't take this opportunity to kill more of you, I'll leave some loose ends." Lu Cheng's voice came through the raging flames, carrying a hint of weariness but making it all the more chilling.

He took a deep breath, mustered his remaining mental and magical power, and formed hand seals again.

"boom!"

The power of the sea of ​​fire poured into the Netherworld instantly surged to another level. An even more magnificent, purer power, containing the complete origin of the laws of fire, joined in. Not only that, the heart fire of the earth vein magma hidden deep within the Earth Immortal Realm was also completely activated by this supreme fire, transforming into streaks of crimson-gold fire dragons that surged upwards and merged into the three-colored sea of ​​fire.

The essence of man's "essence," "qi," and "spirit," the origin of the Purple Gourd Fire Realm, the core fire of the earth's lava, Lu Cheng's own fighting spirit, and the essence of the three fire elements perfectly merged at this moment, making its power approach that of the legendary tenth-order immortal techniques.

The cascading sea of ​​fire seemed to carry the weight and will of the entire fiery world.

"No!" The black shield of the Ghostly Yama shattered with a deafening roar. His Yama robe instantly turned to ashes, and his ghostly body burned and twisted violently in the sea of ​​fire.

"Escape! Escape from here quickly!" The other Ghost Saints were terrified at the sight. They no longer cared about besieging Lu City and only thought about using every means to escape this infernal hell.

However, it was too late.

A fierce glint flashed in Lu Cheng Dao Ren's eyes, and he suddenly clasped his hands together.

"combine!"

The raging sea of ​​fire that had filled the entire passage, burned the Bone Abyss, and even begun to spread to the wider Netherworld suddenly contracted and condensed inward at his command.

At the entrance to the passage, the three-colored flames were compressed to their limit, forming an enormous, slowly rotating vortex of three-colored flames. At the center of the vortex was a pure light of destruction and purification.

"seal up!"

The vortex suddenly stopped spinning.

boom--!
A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, resounded. The spatial passage connecting the two realms was completely obliterated from the Netherworld side, along with a large area of ​​the surrounding space that had been thoroughly purified by the flames, by this supreme strike that condensed the Samadhi True Fire, the Purple-Gold Red Gourd, and the power of the Thirty-Six Heavens.

All that remained was a huge, charred, spatial scar with edges that flowed with a glassy luster, and within it lingered a terrifyingly high temperature and the purifying power of the Dharma.

The passage was completely destroyed and sealed. The invasion from the Netherworld was temporarily halted.

Having done all this, Lu Cheng could no longer hold on. With a muffled groan, the thirty-six layers of illusory images around him instantly plummeted back to the twenty-fourth layer. He forcefully summoned a surge of magical power, transforming it into a faint stream of fire-escape light, and rushed back to the slowly shrinking spatial rift, against the direction of the receding sea of ​​fire, returning to the Earthly Immortal Realm.

When Lu Cheng's figure staggered slightly as he fell out of the gradually closing spatial rift and reappeared above the Myriad Manifestations Mountain Gate of the Earthly Immortal Realm, the entire battlefield fell silent.

The purple-gold gourd had been restored to its original state and was put away by the Blood Sea clone, whose aura was also weakened. The radiance of the Xuanhuang Pagoda had also dimmed considerably; after all, it had not been fully refined.

The clone nodded to the main body and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, disappearing into Lu Cheng's body. Instantly, a violent sense of depletion and backlash surged forth like a tidal wave. Lu Cheng's face turned ashen, and he swayed, almost falling from the sky.

"Sect Leader!" "Master Lu!" "Husband!" "Master!"

Mingque Daojun, Xuanzhen Daojun, Miaoyin Jushi, Banruo Mingwang, Xiao Yuxue, Miao Chuyun, Shi Sheng, and other high-ranking members and close associates of the Taiqing Sect exclaimed in surprise and flew up.

In this battle, the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm were connected, which was discovered by True Person Lu Cheng of the Taiqing Immortal Sect. He led his troops to suppress the ghosts and gods, slaying demons and monsters and accumulating immeasurable merit.

From then on, the Myriad Manifestations Palace was sealed off for ten thousand years, and it withdrew from the ranks of the nine sects of the human race.

(End of this chapter)