"Truly worthy of being the number one in Magic in the human world..."
"..."
"...This still hasn't shown my real skill..."
At this very moment as well, the State Preceptor who had used three chopsticks in the human world to prop up a road of life for Hu Ma, his expression grew increasingly solemn. He joined his hands together, turned them lightly, and with a twist of the wrist a vermillion pen was already there.
He lightly held it in his hand, then the tip of the vermillion pen gently touched the center of Hu Ma's corpse's brows: "Master of Zhensui Mansion, I shall open your light!"
At this time, Hu Ma's human body was clearly already dead, yet with this one dot at the brow, there was actually a few more traces of vitality conjured out of thin air.
On the State Preceptor's face there was only cold indifference and arrogant pride.
How could he fail to sense the little schemes this Master of Zhensui Mansion was playing on him?
Yet he was still provoked, only because this descendant of the Hu Family had first severed his own bloodline to block the road to the Netherworld Palace.
To be able to pay such a price, even knowing full well the other was goading him to take action, he would still fall for it!
The vermillion dot was like the first rising of a blazing sun.
In the Netherworld Palace, Hu Ma vaguely felt as if his one body had already become three.
One in the human world, one in the underworld, one in the Netherworld Palace.
The one in the human world was his own corpse.
Though all vitality was cut off, yet because of this vermillion dot, it now appeared solemn and sacred like a treasure, with kind brows and benevolent eyes.
The one in the underworld was gloomy and vast, imposing without anger; a blazing sun at his brow pierced through layer upon shifting layer of the underworld's mists in an instant, so that within that underworld, endless little ghosts, great ghosts, Evil Ghosts, all saw where he was.
They were driven by the State Preceptor, surging and rolling, charging straight toward Hu Ma, which was as if following along the Naihe Bridge, like a vast flood pouring into the Netherworld Palace.
Not only these yin soul Evil Ghosts: as the State Preceptor was casting, even that vast, boundless City of the Dead was shaken because of this. Its massive walls were torn apart, and the pond god's dry bones hidden at the very bottom of the City of the Dead all surged forth, borrowing the Naihe Bridge to arrive.
And at this moment in the Netherworld Palace, Hu Ma was like an Evil God, baleful qi towering to the heavens, yet his expression could not help but be shaken. He only felt that behind him, in the underworld, who could possibly say how many Evil Ghosts, how many yin souls there were?
They actually squeezed into the Netherworld Palace all at once!
Like a giant wavecrest, in an instant it slapped the Netherworld Palace's Evil Ghosts away, sending them into despairing howls.
In the underworld as well, the existence of yin souls and Evil Ghosts has its fixed number. Those who died too long ago have usually been washed clean of memory, ignorant and senseless; even the more ferocious ones who live by devouring little ghosts last at most only several hundred years.
But now the underworld was packed to overflowing. The great majority of them were those who had entered the underworld during these more than two hundred years when Douyi ruled the realm.
And the fiercest among them were precisely those slaughtered when Douyi first took the world more than two hundred years ago.
As for the City of the Dead, with pond god bones as its foundation, those pond gods were slaughtered precisely because of the existence of Douyi.
Karma cycles, wondrous beyond words.
Who could have imagined that Evil Ghosts who died more than two hundred years ago would one day meet the very people who had once killed them?
Hu Ma did not even need to forcefully command them. These clashes between Evil Ghosts took the Netherworld Palace as their stage and karma as their threads, unfolding in full and bloody display.
...
...
"You—you're refining his corpse as a treasure?"
On Da'ai Mountain, Calculation naturally could not understand the State Preceptor's methods, but from that single stroke of vermillion he also guessed something.
He was so shocked his eyes bulged and his tongue knotted, utterly incredulous.
"Far from enough."
Facing his shock, the State Preceptor merely sneered: "Would the three Paths of the Daluo
Dharma Sect ever lose to the Emperor Ghost of the Netherworld Palace?"
If he did it at all, he would hold nothing back.
He only closed his eyes a fraction and his Divine Soul sank, arriving in the underworld. Wherever his gaze reached, the Naihe Bridge had already extended out from the underworld, pointing straight toward the Void Netherworld, that is, the Netherworld Palace where Hu Ma was.
Then he turned around and looked toward several other places, speaking in a deep voice: "The Eight Sceneries of Netherworld were enlightened and named by my Daluo
Dharma Sect."
"They were also divided out by me among you Seven Families. Now, I want you to return them!"
"As repayment, perhaps you can witness how the tiger blocking your road is broken!"
"..."
"..."
His body was in the underworld, his voice entered the human world.
At this moment the State Preceptor's essence, qi, and spirit were at their peak, as if he had returned to his days in Shangjing, suppressing the Ten Clans by himself.
"Whether we hand it over or not—what difference is there?"
The first to respond was actually the Impermanence Li Family. Back when this killing calamity had just been stirred, the two young ladies of the Li Family had already joined the Food Protection Army, serving under the King of Mingzhou as minor Vanguard Officers.
And Elder Mrs. Li had already exhausted her karma and reached the end of her lifespan, leaving only the Great Master of the Impermanence Li Family. Though he was one of the foremost capable men of this age, he could not find anything he could still do.
Until this moment, when he heard the State Preceptor's answer, he finally spoke with a bitter smile:
"The authority over the Bloodstain Pond was already taken from us; what harm is there in doing them of the Hu Family one more easy favor?"
"..."
He was the first to act. The white banner enshrined in the ancestral hall fluttered and drifted, flying toward Da'ai Mountain.
"Now my heart feels at ease..."
In a nameless small town, the Zhao Family Master heard that voice and actually showed delight on his face: "Facing this killing calamity, my Zhao Family's momentum is the greatest; we summoned the most people of the Path and built up this grand spectacle of a hundred plays, yet in the end my Zhao Family has made the fewest moves."
