The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 133 Neither Ghost Nor Dao

This place is boundless and dark, except for the heart of the underworld, which is like black water smeared with crimson blood, where the sorrowful threads of blood demons intertwine with the twisted Xuan Yin underworld.

The endless, lingering resentment and hatred hang like a black curtain in the sky, with the tail of the ghostly hair dripping with the blood of evil spirits, dark and sinister, giving rise to a hundred ghosts in the shadows.

Even so, the sword light swept across the sky and shattered illusions. With just this one strike, Chang Geng's essence reached out, and before anyone knew it, all evil had been cleansed!

This sword strike was so powerful that even the vortex leading to the Netherworld could not stop it for a moment. Before the bone-chilling sword intent even got close, it caused Li Qing, who had already retreated into the black water vortex, to feel pain all over his skin.

The Yin Shen Zhenren's killing power was unstoppable. If this realm had not been deeply hidden in the gap between Yin and Yang, and if Taibai had not been beheaded by "Changhen", he could have easily shattered this Netherworld with a single sword strike from a distance of a hundred miles.

The trauma inflicted on him by the scissors was far more severe than he had imagined!

On the primordial spirit of Chang Geng that Taibai cultivated, there was also a black and red crack on the neck of the primordial spirit, and the resentful curse within it continued to spread, which forced him to spend a lot of energy to suppress the wound.

Looking at the caster alone, on the other side of the Netherworld Vortex, Li Qing's body already had one tooth mark after another.

The head that crawled out of the ghost blood, its ferocious teeth ignored the protection of the Seven Star Crown and the Descent Robe, tearing flesh and blood off his body as if the cause and effect were being neutralized.

A ghostly hand, reaching out from beneath the pool of blood, gripped Li Qing's ankle tightly, dragging him along into the Netherworld...

But just as she retreated into the Netherworld, a sword beam powerful enough to tear everything apart tracked her down. The terrifying sword intent ripped apart the barrier between Yin and Yang, stopping with a "ding" sound in front of Li Qing's brow. A strand of her hair was immediately cut off and fell into the streets of Qishan.

quack!
quack!

The owl's shrieks were shrill and noisy, as hoarse and unpleasant as a harbinger of death.

One after another, human-faced owls fluttered their wings and landed on the ruins of the four quarters. Their jet-black feathers were gathered, their claws and teeth were like those of finely carved steel, and their faces, like those of old men, stared sinisterly at the vortex.

Such great owls are born with perfect Qi cultivation, and upon reaching adulthood, they are already at the Purple Mansion Daily Tour Realm. Among them, the most terrifying bone-faced old owls are already half-Yin gods at the level of immortal sect leaders.

As soon as the flock of owls appeared, all the ghosts on Qishan Mountain retreated. In the entire Southeast Underworld Street, only the flock of owls gathered, and the Taoist stopped!
However, the terrifying sword light only stopped half an inch in front of Li Qing's brow before it could penetrate any further.

The Ghost Mother, dressed in crimson robes and cloud-like sleeves, silently gazed ahead. Profound Yin energy swirled around her fingertips as she placed her palm horizontally in front of Li Qing, her five fingers twisting with magical intent, using one hand to block the menacing cold light.

Taibai, who was outside the swirling vortex, suddenly felt his spiritual senses falter. Even before he had stepped into that place, he could already feel the terror within.

Withered old trees conceal malevolent feathers, and dilapidated walls hide sinister treachery.

The Taibai Giant Sword, which was powerful enough to pierce through a thousand-foot-tall divine peak, seemed to have hit an iron wall and could not advance any further.

"Edict!"

Taibai Jun forced out another word from his throat, flicked his finger, and with a touch, the thousand-foot sword light, imbued with precious energy, surged forward like a flying beam, intending to take another step.

Within the Netherworld Vortex, the Profound Yin Qi also surged violently. The Ghost Mother Dharma Image, thirty-three feet tall, rose from the Netherworld Netherworld Domain. The ghost image was entirely cast from white jade, half-alive and half-dead, with one side displaying a jade-like face and the other side resembling a ghost with white bones.

The Ghost Mother's Dharma Form was surrounded by a silk gauze dress that blended seamlessly with the Netherworld Domain. The Ghost Blood Domain was dotted with red flowers, and her two pale, jade-like hands joined together, actually trapping the sword light within them.

The principles of distortion acted upon this sword light, as if twisting a void vortex on the sword's spine, attempting to forcibly break the sword's momentum and bring its sword intent to an abrupt halt!

Taibai wields his sword and never engages in a stalemate or physical confrontation with others.

With a mere twitch of his brow, he immediately changed his sword stance, using the power of the vortex to swirl left and right, and with a swift slash, he broke free from the Ghost Mother's grasp.

With a flash of dazzling sharpness, the sword energy of Chang Geng instantly struck the Ghost Mother's jade hand, cutting a terrifying crack.

Within the vortex, the thirty-three-zhang-tall white-boned, jade-faced ghost mother figure was directly severed into deep black water by the sword's momentum, dissolving and then merging with the Netherworld Vortex.

With a flick of his fingertip, Taibai dispersed the sword light, and the five-foot golden sword transformed into a stream of light, circling around him and settling three feet above his head, confronting the vortex.

These two overlapping ghost realms, intertwined with netherworld and resentment, slowly began to shrink inward. With each shrinking of the ghost realm, the entire domain became more stable, and eventually, it seemed to be sinking into another world along that vortex.

The shady side of Tiandu, the realm of Youtian!
"You tried to use murderous intent to cast a spell, but it failed. Now I have found you."

"Why are you leaving?"

Li Bai spoke slowly, enunciating each word carefully.

The pain in his neck constantly reminded him that he absolutely could not afford to be attacked a second time!
"That's such a pity!"

Amidst the overlapping ghost realm, a faint voice rang out. It was a five-foot-tall paper figure that stood at the edge of the ghost realm. Bloodstains on its pale paper clothes resembled plum blossoms, indicating that half of its head had already been eaten by the indiscriminately attacking blood demon.

"Perhaps I should take this opportunity to do it again."

The paper figure that was facing away from Taibai suddenly turned around, revealing that only half of its head remained, and its right leg was supporting a blood demon's head that was being torn apart.

Only that eerie gaze was fixed on Taibai, sending chills down one's spine!

"Humph."

"You can try those unorthodox methods."

Taibai's expression darkened as he picked up his sword again and coldly stared at the slowly closing vortex.

A paper figure, nothing more. He knew that the caster's true form had long since entered the Netherworld and had many ghostly followers.

Normally, he would look down on the Lingnan ghost path, the kind that summons and imprisons ghosts.

But to suffer this technique for no reason today is truly terrifying, and the Taibai Sword Lord finally began to take it seriously.

"It will take another half a quarter of an hour for this ghostly realm to be returned to Youtian. The endless hatred and ghostly blood have spread throughout the land, and I cannot control it at will."

"Taibai, you are so self-righteous, how dare you enter the Netherworld?"

The crudely made paper figure stiffly lifted its feet, but Li Qing's voice echoed from its throat.

However, before the subtle provocation could finish, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and Li Qing's voice came to an abrupt halt.

As Taibai frowned and glanced over, he saw that a half-body blood demon with a complete head, arms, and chest had begun to crawl out of the pool of blood. The blood demon, cut in half at the waist, pressed the paper figure down into the pool of blood with both hands. Its fangs twisted and widened, and it immediately swallowed and chewed the paper figure and the other blood skull that it was biting on its leg.

This ghostly realm is becoming increasingly dangerous!

Just as the Ghostly Gentleman said, the Everlasting Regret Ghost Realm, out of control, was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, and no one could control it anymore.

Sooner or later, true blood demons and blood ghosts will crawl out of this blood pool; that will be the great terror that an ancient Yingzhou ghost lord relies on...

"You Tian's sect ghost, do you really think this is all the confidence you have?"

Taibai couldn't help but chuckle.

You possess forbidden curse techniques, but how do you know others cannot counter them? A spirit can travel hundreds of miles in a single thought, and even if it stands ten thousand feet above your head, you might not know it.

I've only ever heard of people being targeted by the Yin God, and from then on, they worry every day about a calamity coming from beyond the heavens; I've never heard of anyone daring to threaten the Yin God.

“Naturally!” After a brief silence, another paper figure emerged from a corner of the Ghost Realm. This time, it barely managed to avoid the pool of blood on the ground, but was immediately grabbed by a hundred-foot-long tuft of writhing ghost hair.

The paper figure seemed to have finally given up resisting, ignoring the ghost's attack and talking to itself.

"In this realm of the Netherworld, I, a humble Daoist, cultivate myself. Crows gather around me, and a hundred ghosts listen to my every move. By day, I gather the essence of morning dew; by evening, I seek out the night with paper candles. I drink sweet spring water and eat only green tea to fill my belly..."

"Even if the spirits of the underworld dare to cross the line, they will transform into a hundred different ghosts and fill the bellies of the horde. Do you believe it or not?"

"Having returned from the outer seas, I, a humble Taoist, had long sensed the presence of celestial beings observing the qi."

“My father, my mother, my clan, and my relatives, I had long ago prepared a set of Yin Wood Soul Tablets for them. But due to an accident, their lifespans were cut short... So let them enter the Netherworld and become Yin spirits to enjoy ten Jiazi of Yin lifespan!”

"I can still afford to support the several acres of spiritual fields and the three rooms of the house in You Shi."

Li Qing's words were clear and straightforward. At first, I had some concerns. If we were to sever ties with our clan and relatives, would you say that you are heartless and cause trouble? Would the descendants of the clan have a good ending? If you say that you are severing ties and achieve enlightenment, who would dare not respect your clan?

He is willing to protect his relatives, but he may not be able to truly protect them. If someone wants to harm his relatives, they may use this to control him!

Li Qing could only choose to build another mansion in the You Tian Qi Mountain region to enjoy the company of his deceased relatives...

At this moment, in the central hall of Qishan Domain - Dongli Garden, there are twenty-three memorial tablets of various sizes, from the head of the Li family to the newborn children of the collateral branches, all of whom have been enshrined here.

The very center position belongs to Guilang Liqing!
Red candles burned eternally on the side, and six lamps hung high. From time to time, paper figures came and went in the hall to relight the ever-burning lamps.

Just in case, he had already begun to offer sacrifices to the elders and children of the Li family clan!
Now, he no longer finds it difficult to talk about it; he desires the Great Dao, the Great Dao that is unrestrained and free.

Even the most devoted relatives couldn't stop him from moving forward. What could the most ruthless threats from the Yin God Purple Mansion possibly do?

"Let's give it a try!"

"This humble Taoist also wants to see how much weight your sword bones, Baqiu Changgeng Taibai Jun, are worth, and how many times you are worthy of being commanded?"

"Let's see how long your life is, and how many curses from King Mu of Changhen can you withstand?"

Looking down at the Ghost Mother's hand, which was as white as jade and cracked open, Li Qing's expression became increasingly sinister. In the end, he had no more reservations. He picked up the Long-Hate Ghost Scissors with his five fingers, and the two blades split apart!

The Eternal Regret Ghost Scissors were opened again, and in the blink of an eye, the Eternal Regret Blood Ghost Domain that had been lingering outside the Netherworld immediately erupted. The countless vengeful blood ghosts hanging from the sky were enraged and rose up, their strands of black hair gathering and transforming into thousands of feet long ghost dragons, which rushed straight into the black water vortex formed by the Profound Yin Mother Qi.

Streams of ghostly blood and mangled remains, pools of ghostly blood, rushed into it in a frenzy.

Oh no!

Taibai had not expected that Jidu's emotions would suddenly go berserk. He had only come here to test his strengths and see who would win in a contest of magic, leaving the outcome to fate.

But I never threatened him with his mortal clan and relatives.

Because of his own arrogance and disdain, he was caught off guard from the very beginning and suffered a heavy blow. He learned his lesson and never spoke disrespectfully again!
That's it.

The prefectural governor finally arrived.

The high-ranking official in red robes rode a winged flying tiger, stirring up a storm of wind and thunder. With a single leap, he landed in this overlapping ghost realm. It happened to be the time when the Blood Ghost Domain and the Netherworld Domain were in turmoil. Under such chaos, the two ghost realms overlapped and transformed into a complete ghost realm, which was no less powerful than the Yin God True Person who specialized in the "Dharma Domain".

"over there!"

Taibai Jun looked at the closing Netherworld Vortex with a grim expression. He pointed his finger, and sure enough, endless ghost hair surged into it like a raging waterfall.

The prefectural governor looked astonished, wondering how his residence had been beset by ghostly calamities again. Moreover, wasn't that ghostly abode the same one that had plagued the Li family of Huaxuan Ward seven years ago...?

With just a glance at the Yin spirit, the old governor immediately had many guesses in his mind.

This person went in and out twice, could it be for this Cui clan's ancestral ghost?

But now!
The governor was still pondering when he saw Taibai move about, draw his sword and point it. The light of the Chang Geng sword split into a hundred, like the white light of the daytime, so bright that people dared not look at it. Then the hundred swords merged into one, and transformed into a thousand-foot sword beam. This is called "Giant Sword Technique".

This fiend suddenly sprang into action, leaping out with his sword and striking directly at the red-robed governor!
The winged tiger spread its wings and blocked the giant sword, creating a terrifying shockwave that instantly shook the Netherworld.

The old governor raised his official seal and smashed it down. The Xuan Turtle Seal, which blotted out the sky, fell like a divine mountain, immediately enveloping the Taibai Sword Lord.

The Sword Lord was not afraid at all. He unleashed his giant sword technique, drew out a long stream of golden energy from his lungs, and exhaled it horizontally. In an instant, the golden light was dazzling and covered the entire ghost realm.

The old governor's palm held an air of nobility, and before he could even unleash a third spell, a sense of dread welled up in his heart.

But this isn't some kind of radiant sword light; it's a Taibai Xuanjin sword pellet!
The sword pellet spun in mid-air, not drawing sword light or sharpening its edge, but instead stirring up a sky full of golden energy, like golden clouds falling from the horizon. Infinite metal essence surged forth, with the thousand-foot giant sword at its core, not for killing, but for drawing upon immense power.

Rumble…

The winged tiger and the red-robed governor sealed off the six directions of the void for this attack, almost like colliding with the corners of a golden mountain. When their strength weakened, they had no choice but to fall into the Netherworld Vortex behind them.

As for Jin Yao "Tai Bai", when he successfully completed his attack, he stood there expressionless, with 365 sword bones around his body pointing towards the heavens. He had actually taken another blow from the Xuan Yin Seal.

As the illusory image of the divine mountain dissipated, the true form of the seal was imprinted squarely on Taibai's back. With a single blow, it fell, causing him to crash to the ground!
What a ruthless person! Just now, he proudly delivered a powerful blow with the Long-lasting Ghostly Scissors, and before the Six Yang Chief's head could be severed, he now took the precious seal of the Yin God National Scholar with his own body.

And yet, he still survived?
But then the headless figure used its hands to support itself on the ground and slowly rose from the ghostly realm. After groping around for a moment, it finally found the severed head and put it back on its neck.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare enter the Netherworld? Well then, why don't I just send someone in as a scapegoat?"

Taibai smiled slightly, gently straightened his head, and then laughed out loud, which was unusual for him.

People always thought that the Baqiu Sword Immortals sect only practiced the Dao of the sword and never cultivated methods of protection or various arts...

They never use protective techniques, do you know why? It's because they don't need to!

The cold-looking young man opened his mouth and swallowed the Taibai Xuanjin Sword Pill in an instant. The sword pill was not yet mature and needed to be used skillfully.

But once one enters the Yin Spirit realm, what need is there to rely on a physical body? The only thing to fear is the "Eternal Regret Ghost Scissors," which can even destroy the primordial spirit.

But the more this is the case, the more this grudge must be resolved on the spot!

He doesn't want to have to face death again someday.

Taibai leaped into the air, instantly transforming into a wisp of killing spirit that attached itself to the magic sword. As the sword moved, a beam of light, ten thousand feet long, swept across the sky and entered the Netherworld.

"Ji Du, are you really ready?"

"I'm really here!"

As the Taibai sword light entered the dark sky, the dark, swirling vortex, like black water, finally closed.

A few breaths later, the ghostly realm dissipated, and the governor's seal, which could not be taken away by the ghostly realm, fell with a thud in front of the Cui family mansion in Guihua Prefecture...

(End of this chapter)