The Myriad Ghosts Abyss.
A śarīra melted at the tip of her pale finger, shining with faint, golden light. It merged with her palm strand by strand like a golden thread, sinking into her white bones and turning into her bone marrow, circulating through her body.
The wind passed through the chasm and the Profound Yin Ghost Gathering Formation, immediately turning into surging, chilly winds, whistling like the wails of thousands of ghosts. The long banner fluttered violently.
Little Ann stood up and gazed at it. A crescent moon hung in the sky, as if she was submerged in a pitch-black river. The chilly winds were the river water, and the chasm was the riverbank. The moonlight was dim and unclear.
She took out an object that resembled a sharp awl. It was ghastly white, like an arcane artifact made of white bones. It seemed like countless ghouls were devouring and embracing one another. Although it did not glow, it seemed to possess a sharpness that could pierce through domains and the power to distort space.
This was the key to the Gate of Hungry Ghosts. With this Key of Hungry Ghosts, she could use the Gate of Hungry Ghosts with great ease, preventing all those who viewed her as an enemy of buddha from acting recklessly for fear of harming her.
The Dark Queen had given it to her. After learning that her death was a scheme of the Umbral Yin sect, she believed her without any doubt. Chu Lie King let out a long sigh. "Xuanyue, take care." He left by himself.
Thinking back to everything back then, she could not help but sigh gloomily. She was very much like a mortal with emotions. She refined the many śarīras she had obtained from Great Buddha mountain, injecting new power into the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty.
However, unavoidably, the intense clash between the thoughts of buddhism and demonic fostered a human heart. It began to feel many things and react emotionally to many matters.
For example, Li Qingshan was about to get married.
She did not care about these empty formalities, nor did she envy Han Qiongzhi. She was even less worried that Li Qingshan would be tied down by love. However, she just felt that it was rather strange.
She could not help but shake her head, purging her thoughts and preparing for the next step of cultivation. She obviously would not be going to the wedding, just in case she stole the bride's limelight. She would go to the Clear River prefecture after she killed the Soaring Locust King!
Now that the Profound Yin Ghost Gathering Formation had been reactivated, the Blood Sea Banner and the Skull Prayer Beads had been completely repaired, and the Buddha Slaying sword had undergone another round of refinement. Her cultivation of the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty had advanced as well. It could be said that everything was ready and only needed to open the Gate of Hungry Ghosts.
However, before that, she needed to refine a new white bone treasure — the Chaotic Soul Bell!
…
Thousands of miles of yellow sand. A lonely city.
The sandstorm swept across. It covered the stars and the moon.
This was the border between the Azure Province and the Scarlet Province. Storms raged on endlessly all year round, sometimes even causing astral winds in the sky to turn into terrifying tornadoes. It sucked in the sand like a yellow dragon, destroying everything in its path. Only powerful cultivators could survive here.
This isolated city was where the Sand Boat Sect was located. The Sand Boat Sect Leader had gone through the second Heavenly Tribulation and condensed a Gold Core with the help of the White Camel Technique. He was quite famous in the Red Prefecture.
However, at this moment, the Sand Boat Sect was silent. The disciples were nowhere to be seen. The great formation that had protected the sect for thousands of years had been broken. Camels carved from white stones were silently being battered by the sandstorm.
Shrill cries rang out from the Violent Sand Hall. Those were not human cries. Deep blue will-o '-the-wisps flickered within the wide open gate. All of the disciples had gathered in the hall, but they had all been turned into withered corpses. Their souls were being tormented in the will-o' -the-wisps. The Sand Boat Sect Leader was among them as well.
He cursed viciously, "There's no enmity between us, yet you actually did this … You'll die a horrible death!"
"Heh, enmity? Isn't there one now? "
Elder Ming sneered. It had been many years since he had seen something like this. As the Great Elder of the Umbral Yin Sect, the Gate of Hungry Ghosts had an endless supply of ghosts. There was no need for him to do something as heinous as "sacrificing living souls".
However, he had nothing to worry about now. As he watched the souls wailing in the flames, a twisted sense of pleasure rose in his heart. However, he recalled the white fire in the Ghost Abyss and felt a chill run down his spine. He urged the will-o '-the-wisps even harder.
However, he was not doing this to vent his anger or to cultivate. As the wailing grew louder and the will-o '-the-wisps grew stronger, he solemnly took out a black memorial tablet and walked to the altar in the hall. Behind the heavy yellow curtains stood the statue of an old man. His face was full of wrinkles and ravines. His unkempt beard and hair were all white. He was hunched over and held a poplar walking stick as he stared blankly ahead.
That gaze inexplicably made Elder Ming feel disgusted. It must be the first sect leader of the Sand Boat Sect. Now that his entire sect had been annihilated, he did not care about a statue at all. With a wave of his sleeve, the statue flew out and crashed into the wall, shattering into pieces. Then, he respectfully placed the black memorial tablet in his hand onto it. There was a row of small golden words written on it — Third Sect Leader of the Umbral Yin Sect, "Li Muzi".
Before the successive Sect Leaders and Great Elders of the Umbral Yin Sect entered the Hungry Ghost Realm — no matter if they ascended or turned into a ghost — they would leave behind such a memorial tablet. There was a bit of spirituality stored in it and it was kept in the "Ancestral Spirit Hall" of the Umbral Yin Sect. Elder Ming was responsible for guarding the Ancestral Spirit Hall. When needed, he was responsible for presiding over the ceremony, sacrificing living souls, and summoning the ancestral spirits.
However, the spirituality of most of the memorial tablets would be extinguished very quickly. Some would even be extinguished after just a few days of worship. These great cultivators who ran amuck in the Nine Provinces could not escape the fate of being devoured in the Hungry Ghost Realm. It was truly frightening. Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Elder Ming would never enter the Hungry Ghost Realm. If he wanted to enter, he would use the method of ascending to enter, just like this "Li Muzi".
The howling of the sandstorm became louder and louder. Elder Ming straightened his expression and knelt down to pay his respects. He muttered an incantation, which cleverly merged with the wailing of the souls, gradually repelling the sound of the sandstorm outside the hall. Then, he sent living souls into the memorial tablets one after another. Suddenly, an even darker shadow rose from the black memorial tablets. It was distorted, like a person, yet not a person. In an instant, it filled the entire hall.
"Disciple greets Sect Leader!" Elder Ming kowtowed deeply, feeling a bone-deep chill.
"What did you call me for? Did you find that White Bone successor? "The voice seemed to come from the depths of the cave, echoing in the darkness.
"Disciple was just about to report this matter …"
Elder Ming narrated everything that happened in the Xuanyin Sect in full detail. He pushed all the responsibility to the dead Xuanyin Sect Leader, saying that he was tricked by the White Bone successor, which led to the destruction of the sect.
The black shadow was silent for a moment, as if it did not expect such an unforeseen event. It suddenly approached Elder Ming and said eerily, "So you escaped by yourself? Why didn't you open the Hungry Ghost Gate?! "
"I did it to report this matter to you! That white flame is no small matter. A million ghost soldiers were ignited in an instant, and even dozens of ghost kings were not its match. If I opened the Hungry Ghost Gate rashly, I'm afraid it would provide her with food, which would be even more difficult to deal with! "Elder Ming lowered his body even more.
"I know you're afraid of death, but I forgive you. When we reach the Hungry Ghost Realm, I'll reward you. If … your soul hasn't been destroyed … Long time no see … Old hunchback, you're not dead yet …"
The black shadow withdrew back into the memorial tablet, and its voice gradually became faintly discernible. It contained malicious mockery, but the last sentence was not said to Elder Ming.
Elder Ming was stunned, and suddenly turned his head. A hunchbacked old man was standing outside the door with a cane, his eyes staring blankly ahead. If it was not for the faintly discernible demonic aura, he would almost suspect that this was still a statue.
"You are …" A name suddenly appeared in Elder Ming's mind, "White Camel Sand King!"
One of the Ten Demon Kings, the king of the Scarlet Province's demon race.
Unlike the Banyan Tree King and the Dragon King Of The Sea, who stayed in a stable place, the White Camel Sand King roamed the Scarlet Province's vast sea of sand all year round. His whereabouts were a mystery, and very few people had seen him.
Legend had it that he would transform into a white camel and guide the lost in the sandstorm. He would even guide the sandstorm to avoid the oases where living beings gathered. He was regarded as an auspicious symbol, and there were even fewer people who had seen his human form.
Elder Ming had only heard of the name "White Camel Sand King". Without hesitation, he transformed into layers of ghostly shadows and flew away. All the Ghost Kings in his hands had been lost in the battle with the Xuanyin Sect, and he was in his weakest state. Besides, even if his strength was undamaged, it would be difficult for him to contend against the Ten Demon Kings, but he was still confident that he could escape.
The White Camel Sand King did not move. He lightly tapped the poplar cane in his hand, and the sandstorm instantly became ten times stronger, a hundred times stronger, sweeping thousands of miles and devouring everything.
…
On the other side of the Hungry Ghost Gate, boundless black shadows descended. Countless Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings prostrated themselves on the ground, and there were even a few Corpse Emperors and Ghost Emperors among them. They all retracted their aura and went forward, shouting, "Welcome, Emperor Li!"
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