He was a Ghost King, so it was not difficult for him to open the space door and send his loyal followers into the Ghost World. It just took some time to deploy them.
Decades had passed, but he had not found a chance.
The subordinates he had deployed in the Ghost World had already infiltrated the Cold Yin Region and were even in high positions. As long as he gave the order, his loyal followers would rise up in revolt.
Mu Qingxiao's appearance in Fengdu made him know that his chance had come.
This was a huge gamble. If he lost, he would fall into the cycle of reincarnation forever with his clan. If he won, he would have a foothold in the Ghost World.
In the end, he won, and it was an easy win.
Winners were kings and losers were bandits. Which hero in history did not gamble?
At this time, the Netherworld Boat had slowly reached the shore. Standing on the small deck of the Netherworld Boat was a figure wrapped in a black robe. He was thin, and his face could not be seen clearly.
This person was the owner of the Netherworld Boat.
Glancing at the black-robed figure, Mu Qingxiao's eyes narrowed. The latter gave her the feeling of a cloud of fog that she could not see through.
Retracting her gaze, Mu Qingxiao's eyes fell on the Sky Ghost Emperor. She frowned and could not help but ask, "Did you deploy this person as well?"
"No, but don't worry, this person is trustworthy. Let's get on the boat first."
The Sky Ghost Emperor shook his head frankly and took out five ghost elixirs to give to the black-robed figure.
A white arm stretched out from the black robe and quickly retracted after receiving the ghost elixirs. Then, it stood on the small deck like a puppet.
A strange look flashed across Mu Qingxiao's eyes. The Sky Ghost Emperor thought it was normal and got on the Netherworld Boat first.
Retracting her gaze, Mu Qingxiao also got on the Netherworld Boat. However, the moment she walked past the black-robed figure, she narrowed her eyes and paused.
In that instant, he clearly felt a gaze flashing past him. The other party was spying on him.
However, the figure was still in a daze. Mu Qingxiao remembered that fighting was forbidden on the Netherworld River. She did not know who set the rule, so she got on the Netherworld Boat.
The Netherworld Boat was like a farmer's boat, except that it had a canopy.
The space under the canopy was not big, only enough to accommodate four people. There were armrests on both sides, but in the endless Netherworld River, there was no sense of security at all.
There were no energy fluctuations, nor were there any traces of wind. However, the Netherworld Boat strangely started to move. It slowly left the shore and stepped onto the Netherworld River.
Sitting on the stool, Mu Qingxiao was somewhat speechless. She glanced at the Heavenly Ghost Monarch and thought, Finding a boatman that I don't know, this fellow is really daring.
If the latter was a spy planted by another Ghost King or even the upper echelons of the Ghost Realm, the Heavenly Ghoul Clan would probably be wiped out soon.
With a wave of her hand, Mu Qingxiao isolated the space. She looked at the Sky Ghost Emperor and said, "Can you tell me now? If the heavenly ghoul race goes extinct, it's your fault. "
"Impossible."
Waving his hand, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor looked calm and composed. "The highest level of the Ghost Realm is the Ghost Clan. Whether it's the Ghost King or the Reincarnation Road, they are all under their control. Only the Netherworld River is an exception."
Mu Qingxiao raised his sword-like eyebrows, not understanding what he meant.
As if seeing Mu Qingxiao's confusion, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor slowly spoke.
"When I boarded the ship, I said that the Netherworld River's time in the Ghost Realm is very vague. It seems to be even longer than the Great Divine-Demon War. The upper echelons of the Ghost Realm once launched an investigation on the Netherworld River. After the Ghost Immortal died, this matter was left unsettled."
Speaking of this, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor sighed. Even someone as strong as the Ghost Immortal was so weak in front of the Netherworld River.
Mu Qingxiao listened attentively. He knew more about the Netherworld River than the Heavenly Ghost Emperor. The only thing he wanted to know now was the identity of the black-robed men.
"I don't know when they appeared. They are very mysterious, and their cultivation is unfathomable. They gallop above the Netherworld River, and the Ghost Realm calls them 'Guides'."
Saying this, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor subconsciously glanced at the black-robed men at the bow of the ship.
"They?"
"That's right. Others can't cross the Netherworld River even if they have the Black Netherworld Wood. Only the Guides can. There are more than one of them, and they seem to have always been above the Netherworld River."
The information that the Heavenly Ghost Emperor knew was limited.
Mu Qingxiao kept thinking in his mind, but he had never heard of the Guides. In the end, he threw his complicated emotions to the back of his mind, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.
The moment Mu Qingxiao activated his cultivation method, the black-robed men at the bow of the ship trembled and finally calmed down.
Neither Mu Qingxiao nor the Heavenly Ghost Emperor noticed this scene.
The Netherworld Boat sailed on the endless Netherworld River at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. It took a total of one week to reach the Fire Ghost Realm at the bottom.
There were no signs of life in the Netherworld River, and he had never heard of any danger. Mu Qingxiao didn't need to worry about it.
During this week, other than meditating and cultivating, he would brew tea with warm water and chat with the Heavenly Ghost Emperor.
He didn't know how long they had traveled. In short, after entering the Netherworld River, Mu Qingxiao hadn't seen the shore. All he could see was the unchanging dark red river water.
Although the Netherworld River was a river, it couldn't be compared to a river. He couldn't see the end of it.
It seemed that this wasn't the first time the Heavenly Ghost Emperor had entered the Netherworld River. Other than chatting with Mu Qingxiao, he spent the rest of his time in deep thought. Perhaps he was planning something in the Cold Yin Region.
As for the black-robed men at the bow of the ship, they had been standing there all along. They hadn't moved at all, as if they were a wooden stake.
After a few days, Mu Qingxiao didn't find it strange.
At this moment, the Netherworld Boat started to drift to the south. The Heavenly Ghost Emperor opened his eyes and said, "We're about to reach the entrance to the Fire Ghost Realm at the bottom."
Mu Qingxiao nodded slightly, and light flashed in her eyes. They were finally about to reach the Fire Ghost Realm.
About four hours later, something finally appeared in his line of sight. What came into view was a towering mountain range with white smoke rising from its peak.
It seemed to be a group of volcanoes. As soon as they entered this area, they could clearly feel that the surrounding temperature had increased significantly.
Not long after, a piece of land appeared in Mu Qingxiao's sight. There were black trees growing on the shore. They seemed to be the Black Netherworld Wood under their feet.
The Netherworld Boat slowly approached the shore. The black-robed men finally turned around and extended their pale arms, making a gesture of invitation.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Ghost Emperor cupped his hands and took the lead to step onto the land. However, when Mu Qingxiao was about to go ashore, she was stopped by a pale arm.
Mu Qingxiao didn't sense any malice, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed. Her eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at the black-robed men.
The black-robed men waved their hands, and the surrounding space instantly froze. Although the Heavenly Ghost Emperor was two meters away, he couldn't hear anything.
"The Primordial Chaos has not been determined, and the Chaos has not been opened … Yin and Yang become the Sun and the Moon, and the Sun and the Moon become the Primordial Chaos."
Shrouded in the black robe, a hoarse voice sounded. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but the voice revealed endless vicissitudes of life.
Mu Qingxiao's eyes narrowed, and she said, "I don't quite understand."
As soon as she finished speaking, the black-robed men extended their arms again. This time, there was an additional token in their hands. The token was black and had mysterious patterns on it.
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