After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 574 Obtaining the Sword Technique Tradition

Clearly, Huang Shang was preparing to slaughter the group of ghosts in Mo Lin.

At the very least, it could cause psychological harm to Molin.

Just as Mo Lin was feeling uneasy, Huang Shang made her move again, muttering some kind of incantation.

Mo Lin felt dizzy and his head was spinning.

I feel drowsy and lethargic.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Shang formed hand seals, and strands of silk-like things appeared, which then wrapped around Mo Lin.

A huge "seal" character appeared.

The power was then imprinted on Mo Lin's body. As Mo Lin was sealed, the divine power of the two generals disappeared and returned to Mo Lin's body.

"go!"

At Huang Shang's command, the ghosts of the underworld behind him all left.

Chen Xi led the ghosts in pursuit.

Even knowing they were outmatched, they still went after them.

Then the second battle broke out, which also ended in defeat for Chen Xi and his team.

Chen Xi was so badly beaten that he almost lost his cultivation level.

As for Bingyu, Chu Xing, and the other ghosts, their fates were even more tragic.

It can be said that all the ghosts were severely injured.

It's not that they gave up the chase, but that they couldn't catch up.

Huang Shang was held in Wu Wei's palm, and a huge yellow ball floated beside her.

Merlin was sealed inside the yellow sphere.

"Didn't I still outsmart you?"

Huang Shang looked at the sealed Mo Lin and snorted coldly.

All her previous methods were just preparations; only this final sealing technique was her trump card.

She knew Mo Lin's fate; as long as Mo Lin lowered his guard, she could easily seal him away.

"Mother, what should we do with Mo Lin?" Wu Wei asked Huang Shang.

Wuwei was born in the Underworld. He was a ghost created by Huang Chang, so he called Huang Chang his mother.

“Refine him into a pill,” Huang Shang replied slowly.

They had already returned to Mount Taiyue while they were talking.

Today, Mount Taiyue serves as a passage connecting the underworld to the human world.

Huang Shang looked at the yellow sealing sphere floating beside him and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"Lock him up first."

Huang Shang gave the order to Wu Wei.

Wuwei then nodded and imprisoned Molin in the deepest part of the Underworld, in the Underworld Prison.

Only those who have committed grave sins in the underworld are imprisoned here.

Mo Lin looked up. It was dark all around, with only a faint light falling from the crack above.

It was bitterly cold here, and the stone floor exuded a chill.

There are many cubicles here, and each cubicle contains something.

Perhaps because Mo Lin was too weak, he was not locked in a separate room.

The cubicle had only a gap about the size of a fist.

Through the crack, Mo Lin saw the skeleton of a wild beast lying in a compartment.

I don't know what it was; it's been dead for a long time.

"A young upstart has arrived."

A deep voice came from behind, "You are so young and have no cultivation, why were you sent here?"

The muffled voice carried a hint of doubt.

The people imprisoned here are all immortals whom the Lord of the Underworld cannot kill.

It is clear that Molin does not deserve to be imprisoned here.

"I was outmaneuvered by Huang Shang," Mo Lin replied slowly.

"Huang Shang? Didn't she die in the war in the chaotic realm?"
"They must have been resurrected using some special method," the voice said again.

Although I don't know who the other person is, they sound like they're from a bygone era.

Mo Lin followed the sound and arrived at a cubicle.

Mo Lin peered inside through the crack.

Inside lay a emaciated monkey.

The monkey, with its reddish pupils, lay in the corner, its fur stinking.

"Senior, why are you imprisoned here?" Mo Lin asked cautiously.

"During the chaotic battle, the Yellow Spring Ghosts couldn't kill me, so they sealed me here."

The monkey spoke again in a muffled voice.

"That happened a hundred years ago."

At this moment, a thought flashed through Mo Lin's mind: This monkey is no ordinary creature. It has lived for so long, a hundred years, and it's still alive.

This demonstrates its formidable power.

"Senior, how can I rescue you?" Mo Lin asked the monkey politely.

Mo Lin felt that if he wanted to leave, he could only seek the help of this monkey.

"I can't get out. I'm about to die. There's no point in going out now."

The yellow-haired monkey asked Mo Lin, "Whose side are you on?"

The yellow-haired monkey suddenly stood up, then leaned against the door, staring intently at Mo Lin.

His eyes were bloodshot, his mouth was protruding, and his teeth were yellow. When he opened his mouth, a strong stench wafted out.

The smell of these rotten eggs is so strong!

"Help whom?" Mo Lin looked at the yellow-haired monkey with a puzzled expression, not knowing what he meant by the question.

"So, what's happening to the human realm? Has it been invaded?" the yellow-haired monkey asked again.

“Now it’s an invasion by evil spirits, and also by evil Buddhas,” Mo Lin thought for a moment and then answered the yellow-haired monkey.

"What about the gods in heaven?"

The yellow-haired monkey asked again, "Did they descend to the lower realm?"

“I encountered a few evil gods before, but that was the end of it,” Mo Lin replied slowly.

"Oh." The yellow-haired monkey nodded.

"Senior, do you have a way to help me get out?" Mo Lin asked the yellow-haired monkey.

The yellow-haired monkey shook its head. "Don't even think about it. If we're locked up here, we'll never get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-haired monkey returned to its place.

Bored, Mo Lin looked around.

There are about a dozen isolation rooms here; everyone else in the other isolation rooms has died.

Only the old monkey is still alive.

There is only one road here.

Molin walked to the end of the road.

There is a small room at the end.

There was a large hole in the cubicle door, as if it had been slashed open with a sword.

Inside lay a skeleton.

This is the only human skeleton found here.

Beside him was a rusty, broken sword.

A line of text was written beside him.

I, Xu Xun, leave behind the tradition, hoping that future generations of the human race will inherit it and strive to improve themselves.

Xu Xun, also known as Xu Zhenjun or Xu Tianshi, was a renowned Chinese scholar.

He was once famous for slaying a dragon and was a Taoist ancestor.

Seeing the words he left behind, Mo Lin felt a surge of warmth.

Only humans would leave behind their lineage for future generations after death.

It's as if this is tradition.

As for other species, they don't even have such a thought.

Xu Zhenjun is hailed as a sword immortal, unlike Lü Dongbin, who cultivated the sword to slay inner demons.

Xu Zhenjun, on the other hand, was responsible for vanquishing evil spirits.

Mo Lin knelt down before Xu Zhenjun's corpse, kowtowed several times, and then began to study the Daoist tradition he had left behind.

This is the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

A vast amount of knowledge flooded into the depths of Mo Lin's mind.

Mo Lin felt a pang of emotion. If he could leave this place, he would definitely carry forward Xu Zhenjun's swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, Mo Lin is now unable to leave this place either.

Even though Molin acquired formidable swordsmanship, it was of no use.

Moreover, Mo Lin is currently imprisoned here, and all his cultivation has been suppressed, so he is unable to use any of his abilities.

"Boom!"

The gate in the distance slowly opened.

A ghost from the underworld walked in.

The moment Mo Lin saw this ghost from the underworld, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Wuwei, are you here to kill me?" Mo Lin said coldly to Wuwei.

Wu Wei's next words startled Mo Lin.

"Lord Molin, please leave quickly."

Wuwei didn't come to kill Molin; he came to let Molin leave.

(End of this chapter)