In Lingshu Mountain, the calm lake surface suddenly showed a slight ripple, and strong winds blew in the lake and the forest, sweeping up ripples and waves in the lake.
A drop of black ink fell into the center of the lake, then spread out with the waves, instantly covering the entire surface of the lake.
An old man with a cane who had been waiting by the lake was none other than the mountain god of Lingshu Mountain. He was also the third generation disciple of Lingshu Mountain. When he saw the commotion, he was so excited that he disappeared on the stone.
Not long after, Jia Yi, the founder of Lingshu Mountain, also appeared here and looked towards the center of the lake.
The black lake water rose as if boiling, and then turned into a shadow made of water and stood up.
It was a ghostly figure wearing a Taoist robe but with divine patterns on its face. Its body was squirming, just like the shapeless flow of water.
He stepped across the lake, walked closer and closer, and stood in front of Jia Yi.
The two of them stood in the lake, one on the shore, and met in the depths of this misty fairy mountain. Jia Yi looked at this old friend whom he had not seen for hundreds of years: "Tianshi!"
Heavenly Master Zhang Heming said with a smile: "There is no way out of the gate of hell. We can only meet in this way. Fake Qi Refiner, I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, you, a Qi Refiner, have become a real one. You are worthy of the title of Qi Refiner. Perhaps next time we meet, you will have achieved the great way of the Heavenly Immortal and I will call you Immortal Lord Jia Yi."
After saying this, Zhang Heming said with some regret: "As for me, I don't know if I will still be there at that time. Maybe I will have been eliminated and disappeared in this turbulent era."
Jia Yi said, "Perhaps you can also catch up with the waves and become one of them, along with the gods, immortals and Buddhas."
The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha!"
Jia Yi took out a small tripod from his sleeve. It was the Donglong Tripod. This tripod had been continuously tempered by Emperor Yama for nearly seven hundred years. It had added countless natural treasures and consumed a lot of cultivation. Now, after Jia Yi's re-refining, he incorporated his own five elements of yin and yang Taoism into it. It could be called a truly important spiritual treasure. For ordinary cultivators, it could be directly used as a treasure to rely on.
"I sealed my full strength in it with a Taoist technique called the Five Elements Mountain and River Seal. Although it can only be used once, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist."
Jia Yi looked at the small tripod, as if it brought back many silent memories, and handed it to the Heavenly Master Zhang Heming with a slightly vicissitudes of life.
Neither the living nor the dead are allowed to enter or leave at will. Even those gods from the world of the living who break into the underworld without permission will have a heavy mark recorded in the Book of Life and Death. After the reckoning, the lighter punishment may be just the reduction of merits, while the heavier punishment may be directly stripped of the status of god, and some may even be thrown into purgatory.
However, those gods have become indifferent when faced with the relics of that god.
But it is much easier to get dead objects. Before this, many things from the underworld have been passed on to the world of the living. However, the cost is huge and it is not something that ordinary underworld gods and powerful beings can use.
Zhang Heming looked at Jia Yi, as if he knew he had something else to say: "Is there anything else?"
Jia Yi nodded and blurted out: "Indeed, there is one more thing, and it is also an important enemy of your trip. That is to help me kill the mountain god Bai of Siqiong Mountain!"
Zhang Heming's eyes narrowed: "Mountain God of Siqiong Mountain?"
Jia Yi waved his Five Elements and Eight Diagrams Taoist robe, snorted coldly and said, "He has been suppressed at the bottom of Mount Siqiong for nearly a thousand years. We thought he would die soon, but he unexpectedly broke free and went to the underworld, trying to fight for that glimmer of hope."
"Do you remember? In the past, I, Zhu Liu, Qingyang and Emperor Longqiu led thousands of troops to rush into Xuanyuan Country, destroying the city and the country."
Zhang Heming nodded, as if he knew what Jia Yi was going to say: "Zhu Liu died in Siqiong Mountain that time."
"Yes, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu... Zhu Liu!" Jia Yi repeated this name over and over again, his eyes becoming more profound.
"At that time, the three of us were full of vigor and vitality. We were promoted to generals and made marquises, and we controlled the magic of the universe. We thought that no one in the world could do anything to us."
"The Xuanyuan High Priest was defeated and committed suicide, but he used the blood of the Xuanyuan clan to awaken the sleeping ancient ancestor god, Bai, the mountain god of Mount Siqiong."
Jia Yi's sight seemed to have traveled through thousands of years, and he once again saw Dongzhou in the barbaric era before the establishment of the Great Huan.
He, together with his two good friends, cooperated with shamans and priests, and rode on ferocious beasts to charge into the Xuanyuan Kingdom.
In the sky of Xuanyuan Kingdom in Siqiong Mountain, a column of light rushed up to the clouds, and the sea of clouds spun with it. A shadow like a god or demon rose into the sky, with the posture of a half-human, half-dragon, ancient god or demon. It let out a sharp scream, and the dark red sacrificial robe with divine patterns moved with the light, fluttering and swaying.
The diffused light circles of the light column swept across the earth, and the forests within a radius of dozens or hundreds of miles, all the flowers and trees withered. The beautiful blooming flowers instantly turned gray, then disappeared into black, and dissipated into ash.
The world turned into darkness, and the fallen leaves covered the sky, revealing a kind of vanishing beauty.
In the horrifying death storm, Zhu Liu desperately placed the Donglong Ding on top of him and Qingyang, holding it down tightly. In the end, the black wind turned the Donglong Ding, along with his flesh and blood skeleton, into ashes.
"The scene on that day was a spiritual light rising into the sky, a half-dragon, half-human god-demon figure, rotten leaves everywhere, and people dying like ants."
When Jia Yi reached this point, he suddenly stopped talking and did not speak for a long while.
He looked up at the sky, as if he saw again the falling leaves and the wailing of tens of thousands of people in fear that day, as well as his own cowardly self. His eyes slowly lowered before he finally spoke.
"We destroyed nations and cities, and there is nothing to complain about with this outcome!"
"But hatred is hatred. It cannot be eliminated and will never be forgotten."
Jia Yi looked at Zhang Heming with a pair of sharp eyes: "Kill him for me!"
Zhang Heming said solemnly: "Okay!"
As the black vortex rolled up and swallowed everything, the black color also continued to shrink with the vortex, and sank to the bottom of the lake along with the ghost shadow carrying the Donglong Ding. In an instant, it seemed to pass through the land of insects and disappear into another world.
At this moment, at the edge of the dark world, more and more ghosts, gods and monks gathered around the ruins of the gods that were about to be opened.
As the gates to the underworld opened one after another, people in the world of the living rushed here desperately, and powerful auras appeared here one after another.
Some people had powerful spiritual aura bursting out of them, some carried magical weapons given by their elders and engraved with spiritual patterns, some used Shinto tokens to summon millions of ghosts and gods, and some came with millions of zombies and ghosts.
When people arrived here later, they were stunned not only by the space rift that had collapsed at the end of the day, but also by the vast and overwhelming ghosts and gods, the aura of the immortal realm masters that could be seen everywhere, and the powerful magic weapons that dominated the world.
At this moment, Heavenly Master Zhang Heming arrived late, bringing with him many disciples from the Heavenly Master's Mansion in the underworld and more than 100,000 ghost generals and soldiers who fell from the sky.
However, it did not fall into the army camp of Emperor Changyue, but fell into the position of Chang De, the judge of the Soul-Catching Department. A large number of ghost generals, ghost soldiers and chariots rushed into it and gathered with it.
Suddenly, he saw a man wearing an imperial robe on the altar in the distance. Pan Xi, the son of Emperor Changyue, shouted angrily, "Traitor! Traitor!"
The angry voice was heard dozens of miles away, attracting a lot of attention. In the distant camps, some people sneered for unknown reasons.
His face was gloomy and uncertain. He was extremely angry looking at the army going away. He wished he could mobilize the army immediately to kill them all here, but at this moment the ruins of the gods had not been opened, so he could only endure it.
Above the underworld, guarded by a vast army of ghosts and gods, inside the Yin Palace Temple formed by magic weapons, the Soul-Catching Judge Chang De had already been waiting at the door.
Chang De looked at Zhang Heming: "You are finally here."
Heavenly Master Zhang Heming laughed and said, "I am called Heavenly Master Zhang Heming, so of course I have to open a Heavenly Master's Mansion in heaven. I don't deserve to be the Heavenly Master of the underworld!"
Judge Chang De looked up at the sky and said, "The entrance to the Tai Sui Shrine is becoming more and more unstable. It could open at any time. You've arrived just in time."
Its eyes looking into the distance seem to be waiting for something: "But there are still people who haven't arrived yet!"
Tianshi Zhang Heming asked doubtfully: "There is someone else? Who is it?"
At this time, a tall tower with heavy fluorescent light appeared from the end of the sky. It was divided into seven floors, one connected to the other. The wheels at the connection were rotating, making clanging sounds. The speed of the tower was extremely fast and it came from the sky in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, further away, a white light crossed the sky, leaving a long white tail and rainbow light.
The light illuminated thousands of miles away. Its powerful and shocking force startled all the ghosts and gods wherever it passed, and at the same time suppressed them so that they could not raise their heads.
Then all the ghosts, gods, monks, and earth gods who were waiting at the gate of the ruins of the gods moved, looking at the preaching jade slip in the sky that was as huge as a mountain, and the academy carried on it.
"What is that?"
"How is that possible? Xundu Academy!"
“They’re here too!”
"It's not like the Xundu Academy doesn't intervene in matters like this. This time, they even came out for the sake of the God's Relics."
"This is a relic left over from the ancient heaven. Who wouldn't be tempted? Even these hypocritical disciples of the academy and the so-called saints."
Finally, the vast white light stopped above the camp of Chang De, the judge of the Soul-Catching Department, intimidating everyone like the sun.
Chong Bai of the Longqiu Emperor's Palace and Pan Xi of the Changyue Emperor's Palace both showed heavy expressions. The mountain god of Siqiong Mountain and gods from all sides in the distance, as well as the monks of various sects gathered here, all looked solemnly at the arrival of Xundu Academy.
At this moment, the various forces here are divided into different camps because of interests and alliances.
Although these camps have their own conflicts, they also know that in a place like this, they can only stick together. Otherwise, facing a place where so many powerful people gather, they will only perish and get nothing in the end.
Now it seems that the most powerful forces are naturally three parties. One is the Palace of Emperor Longqiu and the Palace of Emperor Changyue. The two are determined to clear the area together. They originally wanted to divide up everything within the ruins of the gods.
On one side are the mountain gods of Siqiong Mountain, the water gods of Fengyang Lake, and many earthly gods. At this moment, they also have to include the Soul-Catching Judge Chang De and Heavenly Master Zhang Heming. At this moment, they also have to include the Xundu Academy and the alchemist who hurried over with a fifth-level alchemy tower.
Other weaker ones include the coalition forces of many Yang world sects led by the true disciples of Tianjian Mountain who hold the magic sword and Liang Ren, the leader of Huangliang Sect, the God of the Underworld of Nanzhou and his army of undead ghosts, and the Nanming Jellyfish Yuanjun.
Finally, there are the many ghosts, gods and monks who are idle and hiding in the dark.
“Bang… Bang… Bang… Boom!”
At this moment, just as everyone was shocked by the arrival of Xundu Academy, they were suddenly startled by a loud bang.
Everyone turned around and saw that the entrance to the god's ruins had finally collapsed, and the barrier that separated the underworld and the entrance to the ruins had finally collapsed.
Now, the legacy and shrine of Tai Sui Star Lord left over from the ancient times were completely exposed to everyone.
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