I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

With elegant yet deadly steps, the Ghost Mother slowly approached the Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor, her voice icy and chilling: "Having ambition is a good thing, but without the strength to match that ambition, you're just courting death."

"Do you really think I know nothing about your schemes to collude with outsiders, attempt to usurp my power, and lead an army to attack the Underworld?"

"How utterly ridiculous! Those outsiders are merely using you. How dare you even dream of such a thing? The Underworld is a sacred place. Even after I infiltrated Star Sand City for many days, the City God saw right through me. You bunch of clowns, how dare you covet it? You're simply courting death!"

"If we really follow your foolish ideas, the entire Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom will be dragged into an abyss of no return."

The Ghost Mother's words, devoid of any superfluous emotion, sent chills down the spines of all the Ghost Kings.

They knew better than anyone that the Demon Mother never wasted words; all she was saying was a death sentence for them.

Cries for mercy erupted instantly: "Mother Demon, spare us! We were bewitched!"

"I swear by blood that I will never dare to betray you again in this lifetime!"

"I have toiled for many years; even if I have not achieved anything, I have certainly endured hardship. I beg the Demon Mother to spare my life!"

The Demon Mother's eyes were filled with mockery, her gaze finally settling on the Crimson Prison Demon Emperor: "What are your thoughts?"

Having already seen through life and death, the Crimson Prison Ghost King decided to throw caution to the wind and sneered, "A bunch of fools! You've rebelled, yet you still dare to beg for mercy. The more lowly you are, the faster you'll die!"

The Ghost Mother nodded slightly: "Chi Yu, you have always been clever, but unfortunately, your cleverness has backfired. Considering that you have followed me for many years, I will grant you a quick death."

She never liked to torment people; when she did act, it was always with a fatal blow.

As his death approached, the Crimson Prison Ghost King suddenly raised his head, roaring to vent all his resentment: "I am not convinced! I am not reconciled! I have ended up like this entirely because of you! Since you were a Ghost Immortal, why didn't you say so sooner? Why were you willing to be trapped in this tiny place? If you had been willing to lead us to conquer the world, how could we have betrayed you?"

In his eyes, all the blame lay with the Ghost Mother. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well vent his anger.

The Demon Mother was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calm tone with a hint of detachment: "That's why I say, you have never truly understood me."

"Power and territory are like dirt to me; cultivation and realm are not what I seek. I established this Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom without any ambition to dominate; I merely wish to live in peace in this corner of the world and wait for someone..."

As she finished speaking, she sighed softly, her eyes filled with an overwhelming sorrow, a stark contrast to the cold and bloodthirsty ghost immortal she had just been.

The group of ghost kings were completely stunned. Only then did they realize that the leader they had followed for many years was actually the ghost mother they had never understood.

The sorrow vanished in an instant. The Ghost Mother, unwilling to linger any longer, flicked her finger, and a jet-black beam of light shot out, aiming straight for the Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor's brow.

A fatal blow, unstoppable!

The Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair. He had lost, lost because of the vast difference in strength, and had no one to blame but himself.

Just as the fingertip was about to strike his brow, a white chess piece engraved with mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas suddenly appeared, radiating a milky-white spiritual light that completely devoured the deadly black light!

"Who?!"

The Ghost Mother's expression changed drastically for the first time, her aura surged again, and her gaze, sharp as a knife, swept towards the dark corners of the hall.

The next moment, two figures stepped through the air, their auras powerful, heading straight for the main hall. They were none other than the Old Immortal of Penglai and Feng Xuanzi!

The Ghost Mother and the Old Immortal of Penglai locked eyes.

"A true immortal!"

"Ghost Fairy!"

The two instantly saw through each other's cultivation levels, and their auras collided violently, turning the hall into the eye of a storm, with tables, chairs, and furnishings instantly turning to ashes.

Taking advantage of the situation, the ghost kings grabbed the Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor and scrambled out of the main hall, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

"Fellow Daoist, are you well?"

Feng Xuanzi quickly tossed out a pill and handed it to the Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor.

This is a Soul Nourishing Pill, which can repair injuries to the soul; even ghost cultivators can use it.

The Crimson Prison Ghost King swallowed it whole, his soul power calmed down slightly, and his complexion improved somewhat. He quickly cupped his hands in gratitude, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for inviting a True Immortal to help us. Otherwise, we would surely be dead today!"

Feng Xuanzi shook his head with a bitter smile: "This true immortal was not invited by me. If it weren't for the old immortal of Penglai being skilled in divination and foreseeing the fatal danger here, and rushing to help, I would not have escaped death today. Who would have thought that the Black Mountain Ghost Mother was actually a ghost immortal, and could hide so deeply?"

Upon hearing this, the gratitude on the Crimson Prison Ghost King's face froze instantly, then turned into deep fear.

It turns out that my survival was nothing but luck.

Inside the main hall, the Ghost Mother stared coldly at the Old Immortal of Penglai, her tone icy: "Fellow Daoist, do you intend to meddle in the affairs of my Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom?"

The Old Immortal of Penglai sighed softly, his tone tinged with shame yet unusually firm: "This was not my original intention. It is only because I have to rely on the power of the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom to accomplish my goal that I can only apologize to you, fellow Daoist."

The Demon Mother sneered, her killing intent fully revealed: "Since that's the case, let's see who's the real deal!"

Before she finished speaking, she pointed her finger, and nine blood-red vortexes suddenly appeared around the Old Immortal Penglai. Within the vortexes, the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling were deafening, and a terrifying aura of ferocity swept out. Nine colorful leopard souls stepped out of the vortexes, their eyes bloodshot and filled with bloodthirsty madness, rushing straight at the Old Immortal Penglai!

The Old Immortal of Penglai remained unmoved, gently tossing two chess pieces into the air. The black piece aimed directly at the Ghost Mother's head, while the white piece hovered in front of him. His voice was calm: "How about we play a game? I'll play black, and you'll play white."

The moment the chess piece landed, an immense force suddenly erupted, and the two figures instantly shifted and switched positions!

The Ghost Mother's pupils shrank as she saw a white piece flash past her eyes, while the nine leopard spirits she had summoned opened their blood-red maws and bit at her throat!

"What a wonderful game of Othello from Penglai!"

The Demon Mother's eyes blazed with fury, but she remained calm. She pointed her fingers like a sword, and a jet-black sword light shot out, instantly turning the leopard soul she had summoned into ashes with a hiss.

Even when caught in a scheme, the might of the Ghost Immortal remains unchallenged!

With her killing intent fully unleashed, the Ghost Mother formed hand seals, and a jet-black lotus slowly emerged from behind her head. Black mist swirled around the lotus, radiating a terrifying pressure.

The old immortal of Penglai finally became serious. He could clearly sense that the grade of this black lotus was comparable to his own black and white chess pieces, and even his natal magic weapon was faintly giving him a warning.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to risk your life. I have no intention of harming you; I merely need to borrow the Ghost Kingdom's army."

The old immortal of Penglai waved his hand, and dozens of chess pieces fell from the air like a torrential rain. "Fellow Daoist is too agitated. Why don't you enter my chessboard first to calm down? Once this matter is settled, I will make amends and release you."

The moment the last word was written, dozens of chess pieces suddenly burst forth with dazzling spiritual light, and an ancient and enormous chessboard emerged from the void. On the chessboard, black and white pieces intertwined, containing the essence of the great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

"not good!"

The Ghost Mother felt a strong sense of alarm. She put away the black lotus behind her head and turned to escape, but an invisible force had already locked her firmly, making her unable to move. Her spiritual energy and soul power were all imprisoned!

A white light illuminated the heavens and the earth. The chessboard trembled violently, and a powerful suction force erupted. The Ghost Mother struggled in vain and was ultimately sucked into the chessboard.

With a swift wave of his sleeve, the old immortal of Penglai instantly retracted the chessboard and pieces into his sleeve.

The ghosts were overjoyed at the sight, and the Crimson Prison Ghost King couldn't contain himself any longer, urgently asking, "Has she already been killed?"

Being targeted by a Ghost Mother of the Ghost Immortal level, the Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor felt like he had a thorn in his side and only hoped that she would die without a burial place.

But the old immortal of Penglai slowly shook his head: "I cannot kill her. The black lotus in her hand is extremely powerful. If she had been allowed to unleash it just now, we would all be in danger. I could only trap her in the chessboard space."

The Demon Mother didn't die?

The ghost kings' hearts sank, their faces turned deathly pale, and panic was palpable.

The Crimson Prison Ghost King himself was panicked, but as the Ghost King, he could only force himself to rally the troops: "What's the panic? She's entered the chessboard space, never to emerge again. What difference is there between that and her soul being scattered?"

Upon hearing this, the ghost kings calmed down slightly and began to clamor, "Senior, you must not let her out!"

"Lock her up for life!"

"We should just kill her!"

The old immortal of Penglai frowned, his heart filled with extreme disgust for these ghosts. If he hadn't been driven to desperation, how could he have stooped to associate with such scoundrels?

Seeing this, Feng Xuanzi quickly smoothed things over: "Fellow Daoist, the Ghost Mother has been eliminated, and the power of the Ghost Kingdom is entirely in your hands. Now is the time to send troops!"

send troops?

The Crimson Prison Ghost King hesitated. He was still recovering from serious injuries, and the solemnity of the Ghost Mother when she mentioned the Underworld made him feel apprehensive, and he even considered retreating.

Feng Xuanzi, being extremely shrewd, saw through his retreat at a glance. He sneered, placed his large hand directly on his shoulder, and said in an icy tone, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you send troops? When will you?"

The Crimson Prison Ghost Emperor raised his eyes and met the piercing coldness in Feng Xuanzi's eyes, causing him to shudder.

We have already offended the Demon Mother; if we offend these two as well, we will surely die!

Gritting his teeth, he sternly ordered, "Pass down the order: mobilize the entire nation's troops, sweep through Nanling Province, and raze the City God's Mansion to the ground!"

The order spread throughout the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, and countless ghosts roared and transformed into dark light, swarming out with cries of ghosts and howls that shook the heavens and the earth, displaying a chaotic dance of demons.

The old immortal of Penglai was too lazy to look any further, and with a flash, he broke through the air and disappeared.

The ghosts are advancing slowly. He needs to hurry to join forces with the powerful figures from various sects to deal with the City God of Xingsha. As long as he can trap the opponent with the Penglai Black and White Chess, the matter will be half accomplished.