Chapter 783: 328: Ghost King of the Netherworld in the Nether Spring!
Mini Array Spirit One Spirit _2 Chapter 783: 328: Ghost King of the Netherworld in the Nether Spring!
Mini Array Spirit One Spirit _2 Therefore, the matter of revenge was temporarily shelved a decade ago.
Ghost Monarch clearly needed time to contemplate as well.
Now, Ghost Monarch’s uncontainable roar echoing once more seemed to signal that the moment for a firm resolution had truly arrived.
The Ten Great Ghost Generals and the two Ghost kings listened with reverence to their leader’s intentions.
A cold, hoarse voice echoed from within the Underworld Dynasty.
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“King Qianluo, you are to pay respects on my behalf to the Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch.
Inform him that I wish to borrow his Nether Spring channel for a single use.”
The strong Ghost Creatures present slightly changed their expressions upon hearing this.
The Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch, although not a titled Ghost Monarch, was an incredibly powerful Ghost King, in possession of a Nether Spring of his own and was immensely powerful.
But that was not the primary concern.
The key was the rumor that Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch had established contact with the forces that had invaded the Mortal World over twenty years ago.
Of late, he had been using the resources of these forces to open the Nether Spring channel, sending some troops into the Mortal World.
It seemed like the Ghost King of the Netherworld also wanted to borrow the Nether Spring channel of the Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch to send people out.
Could it be that he intended to take this opportunity to meddle in the wars of the Mortal World?
However, this was not a simple task nor could it progress quickly.
Every opening of the Nether Spring channel required a lot of preparation, even a decade or so could only be regarded as a brief period of time.
A powerful ghost character, with full head of red hair and wearing antique armor, deep in contemplation upon hearing these words, bowed his head in acceptance of the command while sitting in a chariot.
“King Qianluo will strictly abide by Ghost Monarch’s command.”
“Very well!”
The gloomy majestic gate in front of the group suddenly ‘rumble’ opened a crack.
Thick smoke, accompanied by the eerie ghost gas, emanated from the gate.
A storage bag and two beautiful ghost ladies in a deep sleep, floated hazily in the ghostly gas, flying in front of the Red-Haired Ghost King Qian Luo.
“This is my sincerity, which you must personally hand over to Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch’s hands.
If he agrees, I hope that you will personally go to the Mortal World and execute the thief on my behalf and retrieve the treasure.”
Some Ghost Generals gave the sleeping, incredibly beautiful ghost ladies envious looks, coveting the good fortune of Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch.
“Yes!”
The Red-Haired Ghost King Qian Luo grabbed the storage bag, then loaded the two sleeping ghost brides onto the chariot without a second glance, quickly took the reins and drove away, quickly leaving the mountain area.
At the periphery of the Ghost Town Mountain Area, was a moat akin to the Underworld River.
Many bone ships were floating on the surface, patrolled by a number of spirits, all of their faces engraved with pain and sorrow.
They rapidly moved past, leaving behind a strange ripple on the surface of the water.
White mist would occasionally rise from the water, vaguely revealing a despairing pale face underneath.
Further into the darkness, there seemed to be numerous beams of light like auroras that cut through the sky, carving out clearly defined areas.
Those were naturally the radiance given off by the Nether Spring connecting to the Mortal World, signifying the territory of each Ghost City.
This place was simply an underground Netherworld forgotten by the Mortal World, with its own order, completely overturning people’s imagination of life and death.
Countless soul ghosts and Ghost Cultivators resided here, never seeing daylight or sunshine.
Everything was shrouded in darkness and terror, causing a feeling of oppression and despair from the depths of one’s heart.
Could it be that the Cultivator He Dao, who once had the ambitious aspiration to establish the Underground Mansion, had actually succeeded?
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In a blink, nine years later.
Inside the dwelling at Hazardous Peak of the Longevity Sect, the faint smell of incense refreshed the mind.
In the centre of the quiet room, on an ice-cold bed of thick mist, was a delicate meditation mat.
A man with white hair at his temples was seated on the meditation mat, a censer by his side emitting plumes of smoke, contributing to the strong fragrance in the air, aiding his deep concentration in cultivation.
A set of embroidered bed curtains was placed next to the burner, revealing an elaborately carved bed with various jade pendants hanging from the four corners.
Bead curtains of various colors lightly swayed back and forth.
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Two long legs clad in pearlescent silk stockings lightly swung from behind the bead curtains, rather captivating to the eye.
After He Yingyu dressed up elegantly inside her hole dwelling, she satisfiedly hopped off the bed, daintily walked to the kitchen, having estimated Chen Dengming’s timeframe for exiting his seclusion, and prepared a lavish meal of spiritual food herself.
When Chen Dengming finished his cultivation, a steaming hot meal of spiritual food would be ready to serve.
In the battleground on the other side, the third generation Mini Array Spirit, the Dark Spirit, was bullying Old Zhu Chu Xun.
With superior strength, it kept beating him under the pretense of training his combat abilities, but in truth it was venting its frustrations.
Ever since nine years ago, when Chen Dengming’s counteracting Spiritual Root flaw was repaired, he no longer needed the Soul Snatching Array as assistance for his cultivation every day.
The Mini Array Spirit thus faced unemployment at that time.
Although, for a while, Chen Dengming still asked the Mini Array Spirit to perform a dance to entertain him out of habit.
But once the need for the Soul Snatching Array for cultivation was no longer there, Chen Dengming wouldn’t wake up halfway through his meditation like in the past.
It would be normal for him to stay in a deep state of cultivation for a long period of time.
Consequently, his watching of performances slowly decreased, and the Mini Array Spirit was neglected.
Dispirited, it hid within itself for cultivation and let the naughty and charming Three Soul Dark Spirit out to create chaos.
As Chen Dengming wasn’t lecherous and couldn’t stand the overly flirtatious Dark Spirit’s harassment but was unable to wake up the fetal light that was the first generation Mini Array Spirit, he had no choice but to sacrifice his fellow from the flag to temporarily distract the Dark Spirit’s attention.
Unfortunately, this meant that Old Zhu had to suffer.