After waiting for several days outside the Netherworld Empire's Imperial Capital in Helplessness County, Shi Jinming finally arrived with a group of monks from the Great Lightning Zen Temple. He didn't expect Monk Jie Ding to be the leader this time. His cultivation had reached the early-stage Unification Stage. This kind of speed was not much different from his own.
Knowing Monk Jie Ding's background, Yi Tian believed that he would reach his current level of cultivation sooner or later. Therefore, he treated Monk Jie Ding as an equal. On top of that, his previous life's Precept Master had also guided him throughout his cultivation journey. Therefore, he naturally had a lot of respect for Precept Monk Yi Tian.
This time, after the Grand Lightning Zen Temple received his Trans-Realm Communication Talisman, they sent their elite troops, including Monk Jie Ding, a total of twenty-six monks who were proficient in transcendence, to assist in the battle. Although their cultivations were not at the same level, with the weakest only being at the Deity Transformation stage, Yi Tian could tell from their calm expressions that they were all ascetic monks who were proficient in Buddhist teachings.
The thousands of resentful souls in the Bead of Ten Thousand Resentment had been confined within the Imperial City by his Sealing Formation. They were only able to prevent themselves from exploding because of the Netherworld Dynasty's Emperor Aura.
Yi Tian had thought of many ways to deal with this. Moreover, he had learned that Wan Zhongliu had left behind an Imperial Army mobile squad as backup before moving out.
Most of these people were at the Divine Transformation Stage, but they were familiar with the internal structure of the Imperial City. Therefore, with their guidance, the group of monks from the Great Thunderlight Zen Temple would be able to avoid going astray.
Soon after, Yi Tian gave out fifty array formation jade talismans, allowing every monk of the Great Lightning Zen Monastery to choose a guide to enter the array formation together.
Yi Tian was surprised to see Ji Xingzhu at the end of the group of monks. He didn't expect her to have become a nun and blended into the group of monks. He turned to look at Monk Jie Ding and saw him smiling bitterly as if he couldn't do anything about this.
When Yi Tian enlightened Chi Wuji, he also tricked Ji Xingzhu into going to the Buddha Spirit World. At the end of the day, he was still giving face to his Eldest Senior Brother, Ji Xuanyuan, and didn't want his descendants to come to the sect and get involved in that muddy water.
When he saw Ji Xingzhu again, Yi Tian felt his scalp go numb and he didn't know how to react. Fortunately, she was willing to let bygones be bygones and speak her mind. This allowed Yi Tian to calm down a little.
For the sake of his Eldest Senior Brother Ji Xingzhu, Yi Tian generously took out a small bell and handed it to Ji Xingzhu, asking her to bring it into the formation.
After the twenty-five monks had chosen their respective guides, they descended from the clouds and arrived at the edge of the formation. After injecting spirit power into the jade talisman in his hand, he activated it and opened up several openings in the formation. The grey vengeful spirits inside seemed to have found an opening and rushed towards the openings.
Of course, the monks of the Great Lightning Temple weren't to be trifled with. They activated their Buddhist spirit weapons and immediately restrained the vengeful spirits that were rushing over. Then, they chanted and began to ferry the vengeful spirits at the entrance. In an instant, a large amount of golden light shone out from the twenty-five openings in the formation. The vengeful spirits that had been ferried directly shed their evil aura and entered the void of reincarnation.
Then, the monks entered the formation one after another. The entrances to the formation outside were closed one after another until everyone entered the Netherworld Imperial City after a short while.
Then, Yi Tian saw golden Buddhist light flashing around the Imperial City from time to time. Then, the true souls that had been ferried flew out of the formation's restriction boundary and into the sky.
Monk Jie Ding reached out to form a seal and opened up a ten-foot-wide opening in the sky above the Imperial City. The true souls that had been ferried flew into the opening and were reincarnated.
In the next hour, a large number of living souls flew out one after another. At this moment, Yi Tian saw that the grey spirit energy inside the Imperial City was getting fainter. Large amounts of golden light flashed around the Imperial City. It was the Buddhist cultivators who were ferrying the souls. However, there was still a large amount of dense grey spirit energy inside the Imperial City.
Yi Tian used the Heavenly Demon Eye Technique and stared at the place with the densest grey spirit energy. He saw a large amount of grey spirit energy appear in the Imperial City's main hall. It should be the place where the Ten Thousand Resentment Bead landed.
After a short while, many monks approached the Imperial City from all directions and almost cleared the grey spirit energy around the main hall.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the Imperial City's main hall. The sound was so miserable that it sounded like thousands of vengeful spirits were screaming at the same time.
Many of the monks present were shaken and hurriedly retreated. Those with weaker cultivations directly crushed the formation jade talisman in their hands and teleported out.
Yi Tian and Monk Jie Ding's expressions changed slightly. After looking at each other, they teleported forward. When they arrived, they saw that the disciples who were teleported out of the formation had reddened faces, as if they were injured by the whistling sound.
Monk Jie Ding hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to check the condition of his disciple's body. After three breaths, the nervous expression on his face finally relaxed. He then said, "Fortunately, he was only injured by the whistling sound. He'll be fine as long as he circulates his power and regulates his breathing."
Hearing his words, the disciples' expressions relaxed. Monk Jie Ding hurriedly asked for more details. Yi Tian listened quietly at the side. It turned out that after the monks entered the formation, everything went smoothly. However, when they began to surround the Imperial City's main hall, they suddenly realized that the vengeful spirits inside were extremely powerful. They were at least in the Spirit Severing Stage, or even higher.
Hearing this, Monk Jie Ding's expression changed slightly. He then turned to Yi Tian and said, "It seems that the vengeful spirits here are extraordinarily powerful. I might have to do it myself."
Yi Tian nodded and hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, Master. I'll hold the fort for you. If you have any problems, you can send me a message."
Hearing this, Jie Ding hurriedly clasped his hands together and thanked him. Then, he arranged for his disciples to retreat to the mountain peak from earlier to rest. He chanted, "Amitabha, if I don't enter hell, who will?" Then, a golden halo appeared around him and he strode toward the Netherworld's Imperial City.
Yi Tian led the group of monks back to the peak of the mountain and settled them down properly. However, he did not pay any attention to the formation in the distance.
At this moment, a large number of Great Lightning Zen Temple's disciples came out of the formation. Their cultivations were mostly in the Spirit Severing Stage. After expiating the vengeful spirits, they could not go any further. Therefore, they decided to leave for the time being and leave the most troublesome matters to their seniors in the sect.
To be honest, most of the monks who came this time were proficient in Buddhism. Naturally, their skills in expiating vengeful spirits were second to none. After this experience, many of them benefited greatly. If it were not for the restriction of their cultivations, they might have improved even more.
Yi Tian's gaze swept across them. He realized that these monks had more or less accumulated a large amount of negative karma. This was the result of expiating the vengeful spirits. As long as they continued to cultivate after this, their cultivations would definitely increase by another level.
After a short headcount, a total of twenty-four monks came out. Now, only Monk Jie Ding and Ji Xingzhu had entered the Imperial City. Among the reinforcements this time, the two of them had the highest cultivations. However, Yi Tian's heart trembled for no reason. He turned his head and looked at the Imperial City in the distance. It seemed to be calm. However, he did not know what had happened inside to cause Monk Jie Ding and Ji Xingzhu to be entangled.
Just as he was thinking, a sharp howl suddenly came from the Imperial City's main hall. Then, a large amount of gray vengeful spirit qi flowed out. However, in less than three breaths, it was stopped by a golden Buddhist light. However, there was a sudden flash of spiritual pressure in the Imperial City. Its strength seemed to have reached the late Combination Stage.
When Yi Tian saw this, his expression changed slightly. He knew that something was wrong. He turned his head and gave some instructions. Then, he leaped up and flew toward the formation below. At the same time, he used his divine sense to sense the position of the bell in Ji Xingzhu's hand. It seemed to be trapped in the Imperial City's main hall.
Yi Tian secretly said in his heart, "Something is strange." After opening the formation restriction, he directly flew in. He waved his hand and took out the Fire Dragon Flag.
When he arrived at the entrance of the Imperial City's main palace, he was greeted by a gray resentful spirit aura. The spirit aura transformed into a three feet tall giant skeleton that looked like it was going to swallow him whole.
Yi Tian waved the Fire Dragon Flag in his hand and transformed it into a purple-red halo that protected his entire body. He strode forward and walked straight ahead.
Wherever the spirit light of the Fire Dragon Flag went, the gray vengeful spirit qi was forced to retreat.
After walking into the main hall, he saw that the main hall was a thousand feet wide. There were scattered pillars all around. The ground was also a mess. Needless to say, this was caused by the Netherworld Emperor's Ten Thousand Resentment Bead and forcibly killed a large number of Netherworld guards.
After taking a few steps, Yi Tian's divine sense sensed that there were three figures above and below the golden throne in the depths of the main hall. To be exact, there were two cultivators and a high-level vengeful spirit.
At the bottom of the steps, Monk Jie Ding was protecting Ji Xingzhu. At this moment, Ji Xingzhu seemed to have fallen into a coma. He should have been hit.
Yi Tian's expression changed slightly. He turned his divine sense and scanned the high-level vengeful spirit. After three breaths, he was shocked. This vengeful spirit actually looked like Martial Uncle Wu Xiang. No wonder he could fight Monk Jie Ding. It seemed that Monk Jie Ding had met his match today. Moreover, he was acquainted with Martial Uncle Wu Xiang in his previous life. Things would probably become more difficult today.
However, what made Yi Tian surprised was why Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's vengeful spirit was in the Ten Thousand Resentment Bead in the Netherworld Emperor's Ten Thousand Resentment Bead. He walked quickly to Monk Jie Ding's side. Then, the corner of his mouth moved slightly as he asked, "Are you alright? How's Ji Xingzhu?"
Monk Jie Ding nodded with a solemn expression and replied, "I'm fine. However, Xingzhu seems to have been hit by the vengeful spirit's spirit attack. She's now unconscious. Fortunately, her original body is fine. I'll think of a way to wake her up after we get out."
"I didn't expect Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's vengeful spirit to be hidden in this Ten Thousand Resentment Bead. I've really miscalculated." Yi Tian turned around and said with a guilty expression, "I've really implicated you this time, master."
"Brother Yi, you don't have to blame yourself." Monk Jie Ding's expression softened a little. He turned to look at Wu Xiang who was on the steps in front of him. Then, he sighed and said, "I've received guidance from Senior Wu Xiang in my previous life. The fate that we formed back then is naturally the cause of our confrontation today. Speaking of which, it's also fate that allowed me to see senior's figure here today.
"I've always had a question in my heart. Martial Uncle Wu Xiang was in charge of the sect for the first half of his life. However, after the battle between Patriarch Miao Di Zi and Daoist You Xuan, he became too stubborn. What was the reason for him to leave the sect and abandon his orthodoxy to go to the Buddha Spirit World, only to fall into the Demon Realm in the end? "Yi Tian asked.
"Senior Wu Xiang has never mentioned this reason to my previous life." Monk Jie Ding shook his head and said, "However, according to my guess, the reason for him to make such a decision must be extraordinary."
"Could it be?" Yi Tian said. He could not help but think of something. He turned to look at Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's remnant soul who was standing on the steps. Then, with a flash of spiritual light, his clothes changed.
After three breaths, he appeared in the Lifire Palace's Sect Master attire. He kept the 'Fire Dragon Flag' in his hand and took out the 'Purple Heaven Lamp' with his left hand. He flicked it gently. After a purple spark landed on the 'Purple Heaven Lamp', a faint flame appeared. Then, he slowly walked forward with the Purple Heaven Lamp in his hand.
This appearance was exactly the same as Patriarch Miao Di Zi whom he had seen in the Spiritual Realm. Then, he raised his head and glanced at Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's remnant soul. He saw that Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's expression changed slightly. He stared at him for a long time without looking away.
Then, Yi Tian extended his right hand and saluted, "The current Sect Master of the Luotian Immortal Palace, Yi Tian, greets the sect's senior, Martial Uncle Wu Xiang."
After ten breaths of silence, Wu Xiang suddenly said, "Good, good, good. You're indeed the successor of the sect. I didn't expect my Luotian Immortal Palace's orthodoxy to be passed down."
"My master is Wu Ye of the Distant Fire Temple. He should be Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's junior fellow apprentice." Yi Tian explained, "I'm the last disciple of Wu Ye's master. Now I'm in charge of the sect. In terms of seniority, I'm one generation younger than Martial Uncle, but in terms of identity, the sect master is still the most respected."
Unexpectedly, Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's remnant soul hurriedly replied with a solemn face, "That's right. In terms of seniority, I'm twice as senior as you, but in terms of identity, I can only be regarded as an elder at most."
After that, he cupped his fist and said, "Greetings to the sect master. I didn't expect that I'm just a remnant soul. It's really too much for you to come in person. "
In front of him, only Martial Uncle Wu Xiang and his group could call themselves old man. Hearing this, Yi Tian asked without changing his expression, "Why is Martial Uncle's remnant soul living here? As far as I know, your original body has fallen into the demon path and become Demon Saint Bao Chi."
Martial Uncle Wu Xiang's remnant soul smiled miserably and said, "I'm so obsessed. I've really embarrassed myself in front of the sect master. In fact, Bao Chi is also a pitiful person. The obsession in his heart made him become more and more extreme, more and more unreasonable. In the end, it was inevitable that he would fall into the demon path. "
"What obsession?" Yi Tian asked in confusion, "Could it be related to Grandmaster Miao Di Zi?"
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