The tower pierced through the layers of clouds and reached the sky!
The sun shimmered in the aura of death. Even the sunlight seemed lifeless. Everything within a range of one thousand five hundred kilometers had been reduced to a land of death.
Perhaps this was the tallest structure in the history of this world. Ghostly flames flickered as souls of the dead wandered around the tower, making it seem even more deathly still.
The Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings built the tower without any complaints, silently enduring the harsh scoldings of the overseers like lowly laborers. They suppressed all of their resentment and waited for the day the tower was completed.
By then, there would be a sumptuous feast, using all the creatures in this world as food to satisfy their insatiable hunger.
This day would not be too far away.
At this moment, at the boundary of this land of death, in the dense forest that was eternally shrouded in mist, a green sprout burst out of the earth. In the beginning, it was very young, making it impossible to tell what plant it was, but it swelled up very quickly, growing into a great banyan tree that required several people to wrap their arms around.
However, it still extended its branches towards the sky as if it was not satisfied. Aerial roots as thick as dragons stabbed deep into the ground to support its body that was growing more and more majestic.
The laws hidden under the heavens and in the thick earth began to circulate silently. It was like a pair of invisible hands were holding this newborn child.
Yes, it was the child of the world.
When the great banyan tree grew to be bigger than any tree or mountain in this world, it was already big enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the tower thousands of miles away. The milky white fog spread under his feet like a thick and soft carpet, dark green patterns embedded in it.
At the end of the "carpet" was a deathly grey floor. Scattered with many sharp, black nails, it was also like a chopping board — a forest of withered leaves stood where it was in despair.
A pair of dark green eyes opened on the great banyan tree, staring at the tower in the distance. The rugged tree bark was like a furrowed brow, and the drooping leaves were like a beard, vaguely forming a face. It was the Banyan Tree King.
With his control over most of the world, he used all of his ten thousand years of cultivation and all of his strength to prepare for a great battle.
This battle. It would decide the fate of the world. And his fate.
He obviously was not alone. Daemon qi surged into the air and gathered behind him. It was not just the Daemon Kings of the Mist province. There was also the Green province, the Scarlet province, and so on. The White Camel Sand King was among them. There were also his other old friends. He had started preparing a year ago and sent out the summons three days ago!
Not just the Demon Clan. When the Silver Dragon King flew over, the great cultivators appeared with him. The King of Southern Yue led them, but it was not just the honoured guests of the King of Southern Yue's estate. The Dauntless monk and the Unraging monk were among them too.
A white cloud descended from the sky, sweeping away the layers of gray haze. It still maintained its original white color. In the sky above this world of death, it emitted a dazzling white light. Layers of white feathers clustered around Li Fengyuan. He cupped his hands towards the Banyan Tree King from afar, displaying the bearing of a king.
Who here was not a king? Without undergoing three heavenly tribulations, one wouldn't even be qualified to participate in this battle.
All the connections were used and all the power was gathered, waiting for the arrival of one person.
The Hungry Ghost realm's true target — the enemy of Buddha, Little Ann!
Apart from Li Fengyuan, who knew how many times older than she was, but no one felt displeased. In the past few years, she had basically killed her way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She had stepped on the corpses of countless Daemon Kings and great cultivators, living up to the name "enemy of Buddha". She was even more terrifying than the Daemon King of the North Moon in the past!
The entire Ghost Tower fell into an uproar. Under the supervision of the overseer, the Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings were on standby. An aura of death surged into the air as they stood as equals.
It was like a siege. There was no such thing as a sneak attack. There was no such thing as a siege between the living and the dead.
The ghouls instead seemed even more orderly. The Corpse Kings roared and bellowed furiously. Their morale was even higher. It was not just because they had an absolute commander behind them, emperor Li. It was also because they had no path of retreat. They would either die here, or they would be devoured.
The Daemon Kings and cultivators belonged to over a dozen camps of various sizes. Even if they failed to take down the tower, they could retreat from this land of death. The Banyan Tree King was only their convener. There were not many powerful cultivators who had undergone three heavenly tribulations who were accustomed to following the commands of others, as they already stood at the apex of the nine provinces.
However, there were many battles of this scale in the Hungry Ghost realm. The Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings also had to obey their superiors.
The Banyan Tree King's frown deepened. This battle would definitely be fraught with danger. But why had the Dragon province not responded at all?
In his original plan, the Great Xia empire was supposed to be the main force in this battle. This had nothing to do with personal grievances. According to his predictions, once the Ghost Tower was completed, this world would be anchored down by the Hungry Ghost realm, unable to break free. That would be a hundred times more terrifying than an invasion from the Demon domain.
If the Demon domain wanted to invade, it would be completely up to the demonfolk to fight. At most, they would have the convenience of demon caverns, but that would only be equivalent to a secret path.
However, behind these ghouls was the Hungry Ghost realm. The six realms of saṃsāra had always been closely connected to the various worlds. Once a passageway was opened, it would be a broad path. Countless ghouls could swarm in, which was why the Umbral Yin sect treated it as a trump card to perish together with the world.
And, the Hungry Ghost realm's "offensive power" was extraordinarily powerful. They were basically the natural enemy of the various worlds. Several decades ago, a mere Corpse King had almost ripped off a piece of the nine provinces in the Green province.
The Hungry Ghost realm did not immediately launch a large-scale invasion and instead built the tower here painstakingly because of Little Ann's existence. They were greatly restrained.
Once the Ghost Tower was completed, they would probably be able to use the Hungry Ghost realm to break through the restraints of the laws of the world and send in existences that had surpassed the third heavenly tribulation. Even if that emperor Li descended in person, the Great Xia empire would be nothing.
However, under such dangerous circumstances, the Dragon province actually showed no signs of activity at all. Recently, they simply ignored the chaos in the world, allowing the Ghost Tower to constantly rise and defend the Dragon province. This had completely exceeded his expectations. He had sent out a signal to work together some time ago, but it had vanished completely like a rock sinking into the ocean. Now that the Ghost Tower was about to be completed, he was finally forced to take action.
That was because if he still did not take action, she would take action.
"Ding!"
The ethereal sound of a bell rang out in everyone's ears. It was so clear that it seemed to be right next to their ears. Their hearts rippled, basically unable to calm down.
The White Camel Sand King's wooden face twitched. Before Pearl City was burnt down, this was the first bell that rang out.
Even if everyone present had never heard the bell in person, they had heard of the legend.
"She's here!"
"Ding!"
The entire Ghost Tower fell into an uproar. The impact was far greater than the cultivators and Daemon Kings. The overseers swung their whips and maintained order, but fear flashed through their eyes. Clearly, they knew what they were about to face. Their morale immediately plummeted.
When the white sacred flames descended, the Hungry Ghost realm would be annihilated.
They had come here to end a legend, or to bear witness to a legend! Drifting Astronomy.
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