Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 185 Brings Fame to the Yellow Springs Sect
When the Netherworld River, formed by the convergence of evil spirits, appeared, Lingguang Xian bowed his head and admitted defeat.

But no one would say there was anything wrong with this, because even Wang Yichen was startled. If he were to face the impact of these tens of thousands of vengeful spirits directly, he probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.

Master Ziyan's face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at Chen Ye in the center of the arena and the golden Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

No wonder this Ten Thousand Souls Banner has a righteous and upright feel. Extreme yin is like yang. Who would have thought that a Ten Thousand Souls Banner could hide hundreds of thousands of yin souls?

Such a thing has never been recorded in history.

The referee, Lu Shichang, composed himself, stepped forward, and announced loudly: "In this battle, Chen Ye of the Yellow Springs Sect wins!"

Unfortunately, Lingguangxian's nameplate had already been removed during the previous chaotic challenges, so Chen Ye won't receive any reward; at most, he would only gain more fame.

The battle had just ended when True Person Ziyan suddenly turned to Wang Yichen, her tone aggressive: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you saw it with your own eyes! Such a large number of Yin spirits, such an evil magic weapon! How many lives must have been sacrificed to gather them together?"

"Your Qinghe Sword Sect claims to be the leader of the righteous path, are you also going to turn a blind eye to this? You previously said that this banner was seized from a demon, now what do you have to say?!"

These ghosts, which almost cover half the sky, how many cities would it take to collect them all?
Such heinous crimes, what do you, Qinghe Sword Sect, have to say?!

Wang Yichen looked slightly embarrassed. He knew the inside story, but he didn't expect Chen Ye to be able to carry such a huge army of Yin spirits with him.

No wonder this kid has the confidence to challenge a Nascent Soul cultivator. Who in the Profound Realm carries around 100,000 Yin Souls?

Now that Master Ziyan is pressing him for answers in public, Wang Yichen simply goes along with it and lets Chen Ye explain the matter to prevent rumors from spreading in the future.

After Chen Ye collected all the Yin Souls into the Myriad Souls Banner, Wang Yichen stepped forward and asked Chen Ye in front of everyone, "Sect Master Chen, could you please explain in front of all the fellow Daoists why there are tens of thousands of Yin Souls in this Myriad Souls Banner?"

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Chen Ye's hand was shining brightly, as if the previous eerie ghostly aura was all an illusion. This was clearly a righteous and legitimate magic weapon.

The onlookers were also very curious. How could Chen Ye dare to display these tens of thousands of ghosts in front of the righteous path? He couldn't possibly say that these ghosts had committed suicide and were willing to follow him, could he?

"Fellow Daoists, please allow me to explain the origin of this Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The more than one hundred thousand souls before us are all the souls we rescued from the blood sacrifice tragedy in the Northern Frontier! Before the beginning of spring, the demon of the Nirvana Sect set up a blood sacrifice array in the Northern Frontier, and tens of thousands of people were slaughtered. At that time, Master Bu Mei of Cixin Temple and I were guarding Luoyan Town, but we could only save one part of the town despite our best efforts."

"Fortunately, the leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect personally took action to slay the demon and wipe out the evil people of the Nirvana Sect. When Master Bumei and I rushed to the place of the blood sacrifice, we saw the wailing of wronged souls in the world. I could not bear to see innocent people suffer so much, so I collected many vengeful souls into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. For this reason, I established the Yellow Springs Sect in the Northern Frontier and built Fengdu City as a place for these vengeful souls to rest."

"It is truly out of necessity that I have asked so many spirits to help me in this battle. If the Mirage Sect had not been so aggressive, I would not have asked you all for help. If any of you have any doubts, you may come forward and grasp this Banner of Ten Thousand Souls to see whether what I say is true or false."

Chen Ye planted the Wanhun Banner, which was meant to be honorable, into the arena, allowing everyone to come forward.

Wang Yichen was the first to step forward and reach out to grasp the long pole of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

In an instant, the voices of countless ghosts echoed in his mind, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Your magic weapon has no restrictions?"

Wang Yichen didn't feel any restrictions, as if he could turn the Myriad Soul Banner into his own magic weapon simply by injecting spiritual energy into it.

Chen Ye explained, “I am here to find a resting place for the departed, not to turn them into slaves. My Ten Thousand Souls Banner can come and go freely, and the spirits within it are not restricted in any way.”

Wang Yichen sighed deeply, "These young people today make me feel ashamed of myself." He turned around and looked at Master Ziyan, whose face was still gloomy, "If you don't believe me, why don't you come forward and verify it for yourself?"

Master Ziyan walked onto the arena with a gloomy expression and reached out to grab the Myriad Soul Banner.

When the "Heart to Heart" effect was triggered, the collective consciousness of hundreds of thousands of ghosts surged forth like a tide, and various sounds could be clearly heard.

But Master Ziyan was not giving up. She secretly gathered her divine sense and sent tempting and provocative words into the banner: "Does Chen Ye really grant you freedom? If you have any grievances or grievances, my Mirage Sect will stand up for you! Anyone who can tell Chen Ye's crimes will be richly rewarded!"

However, as soon as he sent out his divine thoughts, the response he received was not the complaints or surrender he had expected, but a deafening roar!

Countless vulgarities, carrying the roughness and resentment unique to the Northern Frontier, rushed in. Master Ziyan originally couldn't understand the Northern Frontier language, but with the blessing of the Heart-to-Heart Connection, these vulgarities were directly imprinted into his mind.

In that instant, Master Ziyan's ancestors for eighteen generations had done countless things to countless beasts, making him so angry that he trembled all over and almost couldn't control himself from unleashing his magic power to teach these "troublesome spirits" a lesson!
However, Master Ziyan discovered that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was indeed as Chen Ye had said, having no restrictions on the yin spirits within it.

It cannot imprison or torture; it only provides the simplest containment and soul-nurturing effects.

He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, was being verbally abused by a group of vengeful spirits, yet he was utterly helpless! Master Ziyan was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, wishing he could destroy this extremely evil banner on the spot.

However, even Master Ziyan could not withstand the backlash from 100,000 Yin spirits. Helpless, Master Ziyan could only angrily let go and leave the arena without looking back.

The departure of Master Ziyan proved that Chen Ye's words were true, and even the Mirage Sect could not find fault with them.

So, does this mean Chen Ye can really provide these wandering spirits with a place to rest? This is extremely important news for rogue cultivators.

Many seek immortality, but very few actually achieve it.

Most cultivators, especially those who live in isolation and lack resources, will eventually turn into dust, some within a hundred years and others within two or three hundred years.

At that time, the soul will dissipate, the true spirit will perish, and everything will return to nothingness. How many people will be willing to accept that?

If the Yellow Springs Sect can truly provide a place for people to go after death, it seems like a good option.

The crowd's curiosity was piqued, and some of the bolder cultivators couldn't resist stepping onto the arena and reaching out to touch the Myriad Souls Banner, to see what kind of life the spirits inside were living.

You wouldn't know unless you asked, and what you did ask surprised everyone.

In Fengdu City, can one still meet with loved ones at the Wangxiang Terrace after death?

Can they still enjoy incense offerings and satisfy their appetites?
People kept going up on stage, and people kept exclaiming in surprise, never expecting that the underworld of Fengdu would treat the dead so well.

After death, they are not only wandering ghosts, but are also assigned to various places in the northern border region to serve as ghost messengers, working with the local city gods to protect the peace of all living beings.
Why does this sound even more comfortable than when you were alive?

Seeing that everyone was excited, Chen Ye poured cold water on their enthusiasm.

Chen Ye then said to the crowd, "There is no perfect method in this world. Although the Yellow Springs Sect can provide protection for the souls of the dead and alleviate the erosion of incense and vows, it cannot completely eradicate its side effects."

Chen Ye summoned the tormented spirits, whose hideous appearances frightened many cultivators into retreating.

Ghosts are not living people after all; so-called cultivation is actually more like a form of self-torture.

Chen Ye did not hide the consequences of that soul-binding technique. Many vengeful spirits, burdened with sins, would eventually fall into self-torture and transform into various terrifying forms.

The same applies to other spirits; the longer they are free from the constraints of a physical body, the more worldly dust and grime they accumulate, the more twisted they become.

There is no perfect solution in this world. If ghosts truly have no side effects, then the living might as well end their own lives sooner rather than later.

Only when a complete cycle of reincarnation is established can these various troubles be completely resolved.

There are advantages and disadvantages, gains and losses. Chen Ye did not hide anything and let everyone see it clearly.

Only by understanding the whole picture can one make a choice. Chen Ye didn't want a bunch of people to join the Yellow Springs Sect, only to end up disappointed and turning against each other.

Despite seeing those twisted and bizarre ghosts, many rogue cultivators whose lifespans were nearing their end were still tempted.

Rather than dying like this, perhaps the Yellow Springs Sect is a good choice, at least there is still a chance.

Aren't there still so many spirits that can maintain their original form? Perhaps those mutated people are just acting out of their own fault.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, a young cultivator with a slightly wooden face but clear eyes stepped off the arena, his face filled with shock.

Lu Fusheng immediately greeted him with a beaming smile: "Fellow Daoist Li Fan, how is it? Now do you believe what I said before was true? This is our Yellow Springs Sect. I wonder what you've thought about it and whether you'd like to join?"

This young man was none other than Li Fan, the gatekeeper cultivator Chen Ye had met when he first entered Hundred Seas Valley, and also the one who solved the mystery of Yunlu Immortal Sect with his unique approach at the Dharma Assembly.

Chen Ye determined that he possessed both exceptional talent and character, and had already instructed Fu Lu Shou and his companions to find a way to recruit him.

Having witnessed the "truth" of the Yellow Spring Sect firsthand, Li Fan was also deeply moved.

Chen Ye's experience was practically an idol for rogue cultivators. Even when his cultivation was weak, he dared to break into the Burning Incense Sect's territory, turning the tide and saving the lives of a group of rogue cultivators. He argued with reason and forced the five major sects to bow down. Li Fan also greatly admired this heroic spirit.

What's even more impressive is that he cultivated to the Profound Realm in a short period of time. He has extraordinary talent and great ambition. With such a sect leader, his future is bright.

Given time, perhaps the Yellow Springs Sect will become the leader of the righteous path.

After only a moment's thought, Li Fan said to Lü Fusheng, "Thank you for your kindness, Sect Master. I am willing to become a disciple of the Yellow Springs Sect."

Lü Fusheng laughed loudly, "Alright, from today onwards, we are fellow disciples."

(End of this chapter)