Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 535: Chapter 295: Five-Colored Fire Cloud, Soaring Straight Up to the Ghost Gate! (Part 2)

"The Ghost Messengers favor the Life Souls of humans, are indifferent towards Beast Souls, dislike Insect Souls, and detest Grass Souls.

"However, the sacrificial priests of the Array Kingdom will sing and dance to soothe, tempt, and plead with the Ghost Messengers, urging them to lead away Beast Souls, Insect Souls, and Grass Souls to quell their desires.

"Once they are barely pacified, the souls will be sent back to the Yellow Springs, and the Ghost Gate will be shut once more, until next year!"

...

Inside the auction house’s private box.

Bai Mo suddenly understood... No wonder during the Ghost Gate Festival, the Array Kingdom shuts its doors, and everyone lies still. It’s to feign death to deceive the Ghost Messengers?

But how is this feigned death achieved?

Can ordinary breath-holding and hibernation fool the Ghost Messengers?

While he was puzzled, Fang Xiaoyu handed him a phone, showing him a trending forum post.

"It seems like a hacker pinned the post, tagging the Celestial Palace Heir."

[@Celestial Palace Heir]

[The Ghost Gate is opening, the Ghost Messengers are returning, Celestial Palace Heir, can you perform once more, the Drunken Dream State?]

Drunken Dream State?

What is this?

The secret medicine or Great Immortal Technique that puts the entire Array Kingdom into feigned death?

Bai Mo frowned; he’d never heard of this name.

Is it a secret passed down from the Celestial Palace?

...

Inside a rented room.

A scruffy man, sitting with a finished bowl of instant noodles, stared blankly at his phone.

"This... Ghost Gate Festival?

"Drunken Dream State?"

He saw numerous comments under the post.

[Hahaha, what arrogance?]

[Do they think we’re easily scared?]

[The Immortal Committee already warned us to stay indoors]

[This means that this so-called Ghost Gate is within the Immortal Committee’s expectations!]

[With the West State Boss, there’s nothing to fear]

[I invested three million on a house in the West State for this sense of security]

The Celestial Palace Heir rubbed his eyes, his throat constricted, his voice hoarse.

"Master... if we are willing to pay any price, even if you turn me into a puppet, can we perform the Drunken Dream State..."

In his mind, the voice of the Ancient Immortal echoed.

"It is gracious of you to have this heart.

"But... it’s impossible.

"You are not capable enough yet.

"Moreover, the Fallen Immortals are waiting for you, waiting for you to reveal yourself with the Drunken Dream State.

"The moment you appear, you’ve fallen into their trap!

"Focus on your cultivation, stay in this rented room, work harder, dedicate yourself to cultivation!

"It’s not yet time for you to emerge!

"This time, everyone in the West State is likely doomed.

"Even that West State Boss can’t escape.

"His death will significantly weaken the Alchemy Path.

"The future will rest on your shoulders!

"One day, you will save the world from chaos, and rescue all beings from suffering!"

Tears streamed down the Celestial Palace Heir’s face.

"Save the world from chaos?

"Rescue all beings from suffering?

"Me?

"Am I worthy?"

...

Atop the Celestial Universe Building, on the Celestial Platform.

Professor Zhang answered a call, hearing Gu Lingtong’s voice, though it sounded muddled, as if he had a mouthful of water... or blood.

"Tell Guan Yuexi, Su Ruhua, to leave... cough cough...

"All forces not belonging to the West State, leave!

"With the Ghost Gate opening in the West State, the people here are inextricably linked with fate, they cannot escape.

"But their ties to the West State are weak, leave quickly, and perhaps they can escape this calamity.

"This disaster isn’t enough to destroy the entire Human World... cough cough...

"Let them go, leaving behind those who are useful!"

Professor Zhang nodded, voice raspy.

"You should leave quickly too, I’ll arrange it for you."

...

Inside the auction house’s private box.

The businessmen watched their phones, various live streams, and posts, clicking their tongues in wonder.

"No wonder the Immortal Committee told us to stay indoors. There’s a big show coming."

"Is it to prevent us from getting caught in the aftermath?"

"Hahaha, there’s nothing to fear!"

"The West State Boss can handle everything!"

In the box, Fang Xiaoyu scrolled through his phone, sometimes showing it to Bai Mo.

"Someone saw helicopters flying past from the balcony.

"Someone else saw from the balcony, there was a sword light flying away.

"But it didn’t seem to be resisting... they’re all heading away from West State?

"Sigh, the post was deleted?

"What’s going on?"

Bai Mo had a blank expression, only nodding occasionally.

The Flying Electric Claw snuggled in this "Bai Mo’s" arms, feeling the embrace still warm, but actually not very comfortable... because this wasn’t the real master. The figure sitting on this big sofa now was already a wooden dummy, just too realistic, able to fool everyone’s eyes.

"Awoo..."

The Flying Electric Claw lay in the dummy’s arms, hugging its big tail, waiting for the master to return.

...

A fleet of helicopters flew away from West State.

Beams of sword light also flew outward from West State.

Armored vehicles, filled with fully armed members of the Immortal Technique Committee, quickly left through streets and alleys.

"Squad leader, aren’t we staying to fight?"

"No! The order received is that the support mission is over, now we need to retreat! Retreat quickly! As fast as possible!"

Some brave residents ran to their balconies, craning their necks, seeing the planes flying away in the sky, each sword light, all causing doubt in their hearts.

Hearing a chilling ghostly howl carried by the wind, as if a whisper from the deepest part of Hell, they couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

They looked up and saw in the night sky that the crack was wide enough, and numerous ghostly shadows were emerging from it! One after another, the ghost shadows were diving from high above towards the human world!

"This...

"What’s that?"

Neighbors upstairs and downstairs suddenly shouted.

"Look at that cloud!"

"A five-colored cloud!"

"So fast!"

At that moment, thousands upon thousands of residents on balconies, millions following live broadcasts online, all astonishingly discovered, in the night sky, a five-colored fire cloud was soaring upwards!

...

On the Celestial Universe Building’s rooftop, Professor Zhang and others also saw it from afar, witnessing that fire cloud soaring upwards, riding the night wind, heading towards the Ghost Gate, towards the crack in the door, towards the densely emerging ghostly shadows from the crack!

"Is that the West State boss?"

"Is it his true form?"

"He... he wants to try closing the Ghost Gate?"

In Professor Zhang’s mind, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal laughed loudly, sitting by the bonfire, clutching his stomach in laughter.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!

"Young people after all!

"What does he want to do?

"Since they’re going to die anyway, he wants to make a last stand?

"Flying towards the Ghost Gate, does he want to weigh his own weight?"

Not just the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal, in the minds of every Immortal Technique Master present, the laughter of the Ancient Immortal reverberated.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahaha."

But Professor Zhang and others didn’t laugh, they just stared fixedly at the distance, at the soaring fire cloud.

Vaguely visible, on top of the fire cloud, a tall person stood, looking up to the heavens.

Four Immortal Beasts, pure white with big tails, stood guard around.

Thus rising with the five-colored fire cloud, flying into the night sky, flying towards the Ghost Gate.

Suddenly, Professor Zhang and others surprisingly felt that their previously ice-cold chests were getting warm, as if hope was reinvigorated.

...

On the rooftop of the Golden Emperor Mansion.

The white-haired youth and a dozen companions all shut their mouths, quietly, even instinctively shrinking into the shadows.

Only when they saw the five-colored fire cloud fly high enough, far enough, did they step out from the shadows.

"This... the Pill Fire of the Alchemy Dao, can it actually ride on clouds?"

"Is there such a saying?"

"Never heard of it."

"This guy is really inhuman."

"Luckily he’s about to die."

"Does he actually want to challenge the Ghost Gate?"

"Hahaha, quite funny."

"Is he a bold fool?"

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

The white-haired youth turned around and slapped a companion hard.

"Keep your voice down!

"Laughing so loudly, what if he hears you and kills you with a flick of his wrist!"

The companion felt very aggrieved.

"He’s flown so high, how could he hear..."

The white-haired youth tugged at the corner of his mouth.

In fact, he suddenly guessed a possibility... perhaps the West State boss already discovered them? Just couldn’t be bothered to deal with them?

By now, killing them truly doesn’t matter, it can’t stop the opening of the Ghost Gate.

"Perhaps... he already discovered us, leaving us alive, just to see the usefulness of this Bitter Leaf?"

The white-haired youth thought, looking up at the night sky, at the five-colored fire cloud already flying before the Ghost Gate, suddenly breaking out in cold sweat.

Even if the West State boss can’t escape the Ghost Messenger, erasing a few of them before dying would still be very easy!