At the foot of the mountain, there was a greeting platform that emanated a gloomy aura. It was over ten thousand feet in both width and length, and in the middle of it was an unknown skull the size of a small hill. The eyes of the skull were burning with a ghostly fire, as if it had intelligence.
The Yin Mountain and the guest stand were connected by a stone path that was tens of thousands of feet long. Red lanterns made of paper were hung on both sides of the stone path. When the chilly wind blew, the red lanterns swayed and made a rattling noise.
At that moment, there were already four figures standing on the platform. The aura they exuded was no weaker than Old Ancestor Wuling's. However, just like Old Ancestor Wuling, these people were very old. Although their auras were strong, they seemed to be dying.
"These old guys are here too."
Old Ancestor Wuling's eyes flickered when he saw the four figures on the platform.
"Old Monster Wuling, since you're here, why don't you come over and have a chat?"
A skinny old man said to Old Ancestor Wuling with a hoarse smile.
"Old Yin Yang Monster, it's fate that I can see you every time." Old Ancestor Wuling laughed and instantly appeared on the platform.
The Old Yin Yang Monster he mentioned was a Quasi-Venerate of the Evil Spirit race called Yin-Yang Sou. He was older than Old Ancestor Wuling and had lived for nearly 110,000 years. The reason he could surpass the limit was that he had obtained two Netherworld Fruits, which increased his lifespan by 10,000 years. Yin-Yang Sou was proficient in the profound of Yin and Yang. His ultimate technique, Yin-Yang Extreme Change, was one of the most difficult ultimate techniques Old Ancestor Wuling had ever seen.
"Hehe, I'm lucky every time I see you. I hope it'll be the same this time." Yin-Yang Sou's eyes were dark, and the evil aura around him was not inferior to the ghostly aura in Hell.
"Ahem, Old Monster Wuling, since we can meet here, why don't we work together to pass the trial?"
The old woman standing not far away coughed with her walking stick.
Old Ancestor Wuling looked at her and said hesitantly, "This should be Night Ghost Granny!"
"That's right, it's me. What do you think?"
Night Ghost Granny was a Quasi-Venerate of the Yaksha race. She had lived for more than 14,000 years.
"Working together to pass the trial seems to be a good idea. As for these two, I don't know them. Please introduce them to me." There were too many old monsters of the various races. Old Ancestor Wuling did not know all of them, especially some of them who had been in seclusion for a long time.
Yinyang Sou sneered, "This is Ancestor Herculean of the Barbarian Tribe, and this is Ancestor Golden Light of the Demon Tribe."
Patriarch Hercules was tall and sturdy. He was more than two meters tall, but his back was a bit stooped. His eyes flickered with an aura of death, a sign that he was close to the end of his lifespan.
Patriarch Golden Light was the complete opposite of Patriarch Herculean. He was extremely short, clearly a midget. His murky eyes occasionally flashed with a golden light that was extremely sharp.
In the outside world, they were all mortal enemies. However, in here, everyone was here to survive. There was no point in fighting to the death. This was also the main reason why the four of them did not kill each other before this.
"I have long heard of Patriarch Wuling's name. Now that I see you, you are nothing special." Patriarch Herculean seemed to have some animosity towards Patriarch Wuling. His tone was unfriendly.
Old Ancestor Wuling wasn't a kind person. He put on a fake smile and said, "The Barbarian Race seems to be a bunch of arrogant people. However, the geniuses of the Barbarian Race are not bad. They were refined into puppets and their bodies are very strong."
"Humph!"
Patriarch Herculean snorted coldly. A ferocious glint appeared in his eyes as he said, "Let me ask you. Did you kidnap my old friend, Heavenly Wolf's seventh disciple? If you know what's good for you, you'd best return him to his original form. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
"The Heavenly Wolf you speak of should be Old Monster Heavenly Wolf, right? He is also quite a character. However, everything needs evidence. Did you personally see me kidnap his seventh disciple? "
Although Patriarch Wuling wasn't afraid of Patriarch Herculean or Old Monster Heavenly Wolf, he wasn't willing to form a death grudge with them. Thus, he absolutely wouldn't admit to it. Of course, he had indeed refined Old Monster Heavenly Wolf's seventh disciple into a puppet. Back then, that junior had also said that he was Old Monster Heavenly Wolf's disciple.
"Old Monster Wuling, don't try to deny it. I know you did it."
Patriarch Herculean was seventy percent certain that Old Monster Heavenly Wolf had done it. As long as Old Monster Heavenly Wolf admitted to it, this matter would be easy to handle.
"Old Monster Herculean, do you think I'm afraid of you? I'll say it again. This matter has nothing to do with me. If you want to fight, then let's fight. Even if I have to get injured, I'll kill you."
"Alright, the two of you. This is the Infernal Realm. You are not allowed to mention anything that happened in the outside world. We can talk about our grudges after we leave the Infernal Realm. I'll say the ugly words first. If anyone dares to cause trouble again, please mind your manners."
Old Yinyang didn't want to bother with Patriarch Wuling and Patriarch Herculean. However, these two were quasi Exalts. If they caused trouble, they might alarm some of the nearby powerful Mountain Ghosts.
"Old Yinyang is right. I came to the Infernal Realm for the Abyssal Fruit, not to listen to your quarrel," Granny Night Ghost spoke up as well.
Patriarch Herculean had always had a fiery temper. Just as he was about to speak, Patriarch Golden Light stopped him with a glance.
"Don't be rash. We'll talk about this later."
Patriarch Golden Light sent a voice transmission to Patriarch Herculean.
Patriarch Herculean clenched his fists so tightly that they creaked. Then, he snorted coldly and turned to the side, not looking at Patriarch Wuling.
"This old fellow is truly despicable. If I have the chance, I must kill him. Otherwise, he will only be a scourge," Patriarch Wuling thought coldly.
At some point in time, the reception platform had fallen silent. The five Old Monsters were all silent. Granny Night Ghost even sat cross-legged on the platform, meditating and adjusting her breathing.
About three days passed. The ghostly fire in the eyes of the giant skull on the reception platform suddenly expanded. It opened its mouth and let out a sinister voice. "Welcome to the Weeping Ghost Mountain. Each person who enters the mountain must pay ten Ghost Stones. Otherwise, you will suffer a calamity."
Granny Night Ghost opened her eyes. With a flip of her palm, she tossed ten pitch-black stones into the skull's mouth. Patriarch Wuling and the others did the same.
Ghost Stones were the currency of Hell. They were equivalent to the primordial stones of the outside world, but they were countless times more precious. The Weeping Ghost Mountain was rather strange. If one didn't hand over the Ghost Stones, they would indeed suffer a series of misfortune. One of the Old Monsters who traveled with Patriarch Wuling refused to hand over the Ghost Stones because he didn't believe in this. As a result, he heard the sound of ghosts crying from the moment he entered the Weeping Ghost Mountain. In the end, he had a mental breakdown and disappeared inside the Yin Mountain.
As people from the outside world, the five of them naturally didn't have any Ghost Stones. However, they could rob in Hell. Some of the more powerful ghosts would always have one or two Ghost Stones. Accumulating them, it wasn't difficult to get ten Ghost Stones. After handing over ten Ghost Stones, Patriarch Wuling still had fourteen Ghost Stones. It was enough for him to do it again.
"You are all generous people. Please enter the mountain."
The skull cackled. The red lanterns on both sides of the stone path leading to the reception platform lit up one by one.
"Let's go!"
Old Man Yinyang led the way and walked on the stone path.
The moment the five of them walked on the stone path, the mournful sound of a zither rang out. It was as if there was a large band performing around them.
"Damn, this is strange."
Patriarch Herculean cursed.
The five of them walked further and further away. Finally, they disappeared at the end of the stone path.
On the reception platform, the skull cackled. "Thirty-eight more. Thirty-eight more. Not far."
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