The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 272 Feng Shui Inauspiciousness

"Kid, you're lucky this time. Next time you meet, this head will be your fate!"

Elder Ye and his group rushed into the passage, throwing out a severed head as a threat before leaving.

With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Ling blasted his head into a cloud of ashes, completely concealing the murderous intent he had been secretly brewing, and calmly let it go with a smile.

Half an incense stick's time ago, just after Elder Ye and his group left the battle, Feng Ling had already sensed that one of Elder Ye's women had fallen, while the other side had been completely wiped out by Elder Ye's ruthless attacks.

After the battle, Elder Ye, who was the most exhausted, slowed down to recover his energy, while Ye Rong and the others sped up. On the way, they bumped into Feng Ling, who was standing in mid-air, staring into the distance in a daze. The group immediately had malicious intentions, but little did they know that their every move was being watched by Feng Ling.

"Crackling sounds..." Within the thick fog of the barrier, dozens of level-ten hungry ghosts let out eerie cries, then brandished their dark, sharp ghost claws, attacking Feng Ling from all directions.

"Scatter!" Feng Ling snorted softly, using the Ghost Control Technique to repel all the hungry ghosts around him. Then, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of the crimson barrier, placing his hands on it.

"The Nine-Ring Passage is open, the challenge begins!"

The majestic Daoist voice rang out again, and a circular passage spun out from above the barrier. Immediately, Feng Ling disappeared into the vortex.

Compared to Mo Yu's forceful attempt to force his way in, Feng Ling, after much deliberation, chose to accept the test.

He had a strange premonition: those who gradually pass the tests and uncover the secrets of this place might be different from those who force their way in.

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"Such a strong aura of malevolence!"

Stepping out of the Nine Rings Passage, dark clouds suddenly gathered beneath his feet, and Feng Ling sensed that he was in an unfamiliar void.

A series of earth-shattering roars and howls of ghosts and wolves rippled upwards.

"Roar--"

Below, amidst the roars of tigers and the howls of dragons, a magnificent tiger with a snow-white mane raised its head, majestically dominating the surroundings. "This is the White Tiger, one of the Four Divine Beasts of Taoism? It has actually appeared in this Land of Nine Infants!"

Feng Ling frowned. The direction from which the white tiger roared caused all the windows of the buildings to open wide to the west, which corresponds to the saying "a large window to the west, a white tiger opening its mouth, brings misfortune." This is called the "White Tiger Raising Its Head" evil spirit!

"hold head high--"

Several more earth-shaking dragon roars echoed, and the once lifelike carving of two dragons playing with a pearl atop an abandoned palace had been drastically altered.

The image of two dragons playing with a pearl should be a symbol of welcoming good fortune. However, now, not only is the pearl stained with a layer of bewitching blood-red light that cannot be washed away even after thousands of years, but two ferocious black dragons with shimmering scales are also coiled on the top of the palace, occasionally letting out mournful, earth-shaking roars, as if accusing the injustice of the heavens.

"Green vines entwine the house, stirring up waves of love! These people all died for love, truly showing the deepest and most profound affection!"

Looking closer, large patches of ivy tightly entwine the buildings, some houses even deformed by the constriction. The rotting corpses inside, long dead for who knows how many years, are also oozing foul-smelling slime with wisps of black smoke from the vines.

Moreover, within these ruins, a towering pagoda suppresses the fortune within a three-kilometer radius, forming a solitary Yang Fire Sha, which belongs to the Fire Sha category in Feng Shui.

As the saying goes, "When a tall tower is nearby, misfortune will strike from within." Anyone who enters the effective range of this evil influence will be plagued by misfortune and bad luck.

"Ah—there's a demon underground! Help, help me..." Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out. Feng Ling turned his gaze and swept over. Although all he saw was empty space, he clearly saw a different scene.

There, a palace called Tai Sui was surrounded by corpses. A five-member ghost spirit treasure hunting team had strayed into the area and disturbed the mine. The team members were then grabbed by the ankles by several zombies that emerged from the ground and dragged down.

Such bizarre situations were unfolding one after another below, converging in various strange ways and appearing before his eyes.

"Disrupting the Grand Duke Jupiter will surely bring disaster!" Feng Ling frowned and muttered to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, the area below is the Eighth Ring Road!"

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)