"I'm the Lord of Spirited Mountain, Qing Ming Buddha. I'm going to the Underworld. All of you can leave now," Ye Xuan said indifferently as Buddhist light bloomed around him.
"The Emperor of Feng Du has decreed that the Three Realms are in chaos and the Underworld is in a calamity. The Underworld has been sealed. Immortals, demons, and demons are not allowed to enter the Underworld. Buddha, please leave and don't make things difficult for us," the Yin General said.
"Amitabha!"
"The Western Sect sympathizes with the suffering of all living beings. I'm entering the Underworld to help the millions of souls who died unjustly. How can a mere Emperor of Feng Du stop me?"
"Or does the Underworld not care about the Western Sect?"
Ye Xuan said mercifully. He did not even look at the Yin General as he walked towards the Gates of Hell. It was obvious that to enter the Underworld, one had to follow the River of Forgetfulness and enter the Gates of Hell. Only then could one be considered to have entered the Underworld. .
Looking at Ye Xuan ignoring the decree of the Underworld, the Yin General's aura became chaotic. Then, he said gloomily, "Buddha, why don't you wait here for a while? I'll inform the Underworld first. Then, you can enter the Underworld."
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan was going to the Netherworld Blood Sea this time. He did not have the time to listen to the Yin General's nonsense. He did not care about the decree of the Underworld.
To put it bluntly, as long as the Saints did not appear, Ye Xuan was an invincible existence. Even if the Underworld was extremely mysterious and had many hidden terrifying figures, he did not care about them at all.
Unless a saint appeared in the Underworld, Ye Xuan wouldn't place the Underworld in his eyes at all. As for the so-called decree passed down by the Emperor of Feng Du, in Ye Xuan's eyes, it was nothing more than a joke.
As he walked forward, Buddhist light bloomed. Ye Xuan's actions made the Yin General's expression change. He held the Yaksha in his hand and blocked Ye Xuan's path. The Yin soldiers behind him took a step forward.
"Buddha, the Underworld and Spirited Mountain coexist peacefully. Are you trying to provoke a conflict between the two orthodoxies?" the Yin General growled. Obviously, he knew that he could not force Ye Xuan, so he could only threaten him with words.
"My life is like that of an ant. How lamentable!"
Ye Xuan spoke in a low voice. He did not move at all and continued to walk forward. However, something extremely terrifying happened.
"Ah!"
Weng!
The void was destroyed and everything disappeared without a trace. The Yin General let out a miserable howl and collapsed into a wisp of ash, strangely disappearing into the void. The thousand Yin Soldiers also turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared, as if they had never appeared in front of Ye Xuan.
A single thought could extinguish a soul, and a single word could shake heaven and earth. As a Half-Saint, Ye Xuan only needed a single thought to kill these ants, and he wouldn't have the slightest scruple.
Ye Xuan's thoughts were simple. He was now the master of Spirited Mountain, and his purpose was to stir up chaos in the Three Realms. It was fine if the people of the Underworld were killed, but if the Underworld were to start a conflict with Spirited Mountain, it would be to his advantage.
Ye Xuan walked slowly in the void, following the River of Forgetfulness towards the depths of the Underworld. Along the way, countless Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals appeared, and without exception, they all tried to stop him.
Ye Xuan's method was extremely violent. He didn't give these ants a chance to speak at all. He killed all the Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals in the void.
Ye Xuan walked forward slowly with narrowed eyes because he could feel that the Underworld was vast and boundless. The aura of the dead souls was endless. It was obvious that the living beings who died in the catastrophe had entered the Underworld. Although it had caused great turmoil in the Underworld, it had also imperceptibly increased the Underworld's power.
The Yin Soldiers retreated, and the dead souls wailed. Ye Xuan finally reached the end of the River of Forgetfulness, but Ye Xuan didn't see the Gates of Hell. Instead, an illusory scene appeared in front of him. A dilapidated inn was like a mirage, and it was emitting a dim, turbid light.
The pale paper lamp was dark and gloomy, and it kept swaying in the wind. This inn was slightly dilapidated, and the walls were pitch-black with a hint of dark red. In the howling wind, the slightly thin black wooden door creaked, adding a sense of terror to this inn that stood in the wilderness!
The wooden plaque was blood-red. Yellow Spring Inn!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Xuan's eyes were indifferent. He strolled to the door of this strange inn. It was also at this moment that he heard the miserable wails of many Yin Souls, and an extremely terrifying wind blew towards him.
If it were anyone else, they might feel terrified, but to Ye Xuan, the scene presented by this inn was just a trick.
The ghostly fire was eerie and looming. Several ghostly fires suddenly appeared, and their gloomy aura bloomed in the void. There were even ghostly cries that pierced one's eardrums!
"Yellow Spring Inn. Strangers are not allowed to enter!"
Creak!
The black wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a stooped old woman staggered out. Her pale white hair covered her face, and Ye Xuan couldn't see what she looked like!
"Kekeke!"
She laughed eerily and suddenly raised her head. The old woman's pale white hair fluttered in the wind, and her face finally appeared before Ye Xuan's eyes!
Her face was wrinkled like maggots, and there were no black pupils in her eye sockets. Instead, they were all pale white. If a mortal cultivator saw her appearance, they would have been scared out of their wits!
Looking at the old woman's terrifying appearance, Ye Xuan said indifferently, "Don't play tricks in front of me. Otherwise, your end will be miserable!"
As Ye Xuan's words fell, the old woman's face froze, and surprise flashed in her eyes. One must know that she was the owner of the Yellow Spring Inn, and was in charge of the road to the Gates of Hell. No matter which immortal or demon entered this place, they would be unusually respectful to her. This was because she was a Sage-to-be, a Ghost Sage that even the Ghost Emperors of Five Directions had to respect.
Her name was Grandmother Yellow Spring. Although her name was not well-known, she was an extremely terrifying person in the Underworld. Even among the Sage-to-be, she was an extremely difficult existence to deal with.
However, this Buddha in front of her actually ignored her, as if she was not worth mentioning in his eyes. This made her puzzled. Could it be that this person had some background? "Although the Western Sect was founded by the Two Sages of the Western Sect, the Underworld has its own rules. At this moment, the Gates of Hell does not allow outsiders to enter. Fellow Daoist, please go back," Grandmother Yellow Spring said gloomily.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not seem to hear Grandmother Yellow Spring's words. Instead, he strolled toward the Yellow Spring Inn. This made Grandmother Yellow Spring's face contort, and a fierce light appeared in her eyes.
"How dare you! This is the Netherworld, not your Western Sect's Spirit Mountain. You are courting death. "
At this moment, the situation in the Underworld was tense. The sudden arrival of a Buddha had already made Grandmother Yellow Spring feel puzzled, and her attitude was extremely cautious. However, now that Ye Xuan wanted to barge in, as the owner of the Yellow Spring Inn, how could she let Ye Xuan enter? How would she explain this to Meng Po?
Ghostly Qi was dense, and the void exploded. A pair of ghost claws appeared in the void. Grandmother Yellow Spring violently attacked, directly grabbing at Ye Xuan, and there was also the rumbling of the Yin Light Law.
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