"What do you want?"
Wang Zhubo frowned and turned around to look at Ye Xuan. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but he wasn't too afraid. After all, this was the Underworld. He didn't believe that Ye Xuan would dare to do anything to him.
"How dare you disrespect me, you little ant!" Ye Xuan didn't move. His voice was low and hoarse, but an extremely terrifying thing happened.
Bang!
The void was chaotic, and the Light of Buddha roared. A golden light suddenly slashed across Wang Zhubo's body, causing him to be stunned on the spot with his mouth wide open. However, at this moment, his body suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke. He didn't even have time to scream before his soul was scattered and he died.
Whoosh!
A gust of cold wind blew, and Wang Zhubo disappeared without a trace. It was as if he had never appeared in this world. When this scene appeared before the eyes of the people in the Underworld, all kinds of gasps could be heard.
"This …?"
The Emperor of Feng Du's expression was uncertain. He suddenly looked at Ye Xuan with great fear in his eyes. This was because even he didn't see how Ye Xuan attacked, and Wang Zhubo's soul was scattered and died. This kind of method was simply unheard of.
"You are …?"
Suddenly, Ye Yaoyue spoke with a trembling voice. She stared blankly at Ye Xuan. Her eyes were already faintly red. This was because when she saw Ye Xuan attack mercilessly, it made her think of a person.
The same decisiveness in killing, the same indifference, and even the style of doing things were extremely similar. When Ye Yaoyue connected it to Ye Xuan saving her previously, an unbelievable guess emerged in her heart.
Ye Xuan seemed to feel Ye Yaoyue's emotional fluctuations. He nodded slightly at Ye Yaoyue and smiled. This also made Ye Yaoyue's expression turn sluggish. A hint of moisture appeared in her eyes, but in the end, she endured it.
"Fellow cultivator, you've gotten yourself into big trouble." The Emperor of Feng Du let out a long sigh.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not care about the Emperor of Feng Du's pretentious act. Instead, he looked at the Emperor of Feng Du calmly and said, "I don't want to get involved in the matters of the Underworld. Don't play any tricks in front of me. If you have something to say, just say it."
As Ye Xuan's words fell, the Great Emperor of Feng Du's face stiffened. He did not expect Ye Xuan to be someone who would not be swayed by force or persuasion, let alone give him any face. This also made him take a deep breath. There was no anger on his face. Instead, he smiled and said, "My friend is indeed a straightforward person. In that case, I shall get straight to the point."
"Since the battle between Ye Xuan and the Ancient Demon Court, countless living beings have died miserably in the world. This has caused my Netherhell to be overcrowded and filled with boundless resentment."
"Get to the point," Ye Xuan said in a low voice. Obviously, he did not want to listen to the nonsense between him and the Emperor of Feng Du.
The Emperor of Feng Du was not dissatisfied with Ye Xuan's attitude because he had already regarded Ye Xuan as someone like Meng Po.
"My friend, listen to me in detail …" The Emperor of Feng Du did not dare to be negligent and quickly got down to business.
It turned out that since the battle between Ye Xuan and the Ancient Demon Court, hundreds of millions of miles of the sky had been pierced through. Countless living beings in the Earth Immortal World had died, and countless dead souls had poured into the Underworld. If it were not for a few terrifying figures who took action to suppress them, the Underworld would definitely be in turmoil.
However, this wasn't the most important thing. Although countless souls had been suppressed and the Underworld had finally returned to normal, there were simply too many souls that had died. Moreover, the resentment that flowed into the Underworld after their deaths was endless.
Everyone in the Underworld cultivated the Ghost Immortal lineage. They did not have a physical body, only a spiritual body. The resentment was a great supplement. It had helped countless Ghost Immortals in the Underworld, and in a short period of time, the power of the Underworld had increased tremendously.
There were also many Peak Grand Heavenly Immortals who relied on the endless resentment to ascend to the Quasi-Sage Realm. They had even recruited soldiers and bought horses, breaking the power structure of the Underworld.
The resentment was also a double-edged sword. If one absorbed too much of it, they would completely lose their spiritual wisdom and even create many terrifying ghosts.
The Registrar Wang just now was the confidant of the Ghost Emperor of the North, Zhang Heng. He was someone who had been placed beside the Emperor of Feng Du.
Speaking of the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions, although the Emperor of Feng Du was the strongest and the Ghost Emperors of the Four Directions looked to him as the leader, they were not united. Zhang Heng's cultivation was on par with the Emperor of Feng Du. Moreover, due to the endless resentment pouring into the Underworld, Zhang Heng's cultivation had increased beyond imagination. He had long surpassed the Emperor of Feng Du.
A person's greed was directly proportional to their ambition. The Ghost Emperor of the North, Zhang Heng, was not inferior to the Emperor of Feng Du in terms of cultivation. When he absorbed the endless resentment, his cultivation had far surpassed the Emperor of Feng Du. He was even more unwilling to submit to him.
There was even a secret battle between the two of them. However, it ended with the Emperor of Feng Du's defeat. Zhang Heng even expanded his power without restraint and within ten thousand years, he had secretly taken control of the Ghost Regions of the Five Directions.
Although the Emperor of Feng Du was unwilling to admit defeat, he had no other choice. The Underworld was like that. Whoever had the stronger cultivation would have to listen to the orders of that person.
As the Emperor of Feng Du spoke tirelessly, Ye Xuan frowned and interrupted, "You mean you want me to help you kill the Ghost Emperor of the North, Zhang Heng?"
"No!"
The Emperor of Feng Du shook his head slowly. Hesitation flashed across his eyes as he looked at Ye Xuan. However, in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Although my cultivation is not as good as Zhang Heng's, the forces of the Underworld are intricate and complicated. Even if he becomes the leader of the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions, he's just a puppet like me. It's fine to give him this kind of empty title. I don't care about it."
"Then you mean …?" Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. He knew that things were definitely not that simple.
"All of you, leave."
The Emperor of Feng Du did not continue speaking. Instead, he turned around and dismissed the people of the Underworld. This also allowed the Ghost Immortal Judge and the others to stand up and leave. Obviously, what happened next was not something they could know.
Looking at how cautious the Emperor of Feng Du was, Ye Xuan said in a deep voice, "Can you tell me now?"
"Bi — An — Lily!"
The Emperor of Feng Du's voice was extremely soft. If one listened carefully, they would notice that there was a trace of tremor in his voice.
"An Lily?" Ye Xuan was stunned. He muttered with a puzzled look in his eyes, "An Lily?"
Although Ye Xuan had never been to the Underworld, he knew that the Lily was unique to the Underworld. This flower was also known as the Flower of the Underworld. It grew on both sides of the River of Forgetfulness. It was not a treasure of heaven and earth. However, why did the Emperor of Feng Du have such a solemn expression?
"An Lily blooms. The flower blooms on the other shore. The flower blooms without leaves. The leaf blooms without flowers. The flowers and leaves intertwine and never meet again."
The Emperor of Feng Du muttered softly. His face was already flushed red. Even his body was trembling slightly. It was as if he had fallen into an indescribable state.
"It grows for a thousand years. There are flowers but no leaves. There are leaves but no flowers. It has never changed since ancient times."
The Emperor of Feng Du looked at Ye Xuan with a flushed face. His voice was unusually low and solemn. This also made Ye Xuan's expression change drastically. He suddenly remembered a legend about the Lily of the Lily. It made him stand up abruptly and stare at the Emperor of Feng Du. It was because what the Emperor of Feng Du was about to say next might be related to this legend.
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