Chapter 78: Entering the Shaman-Ghost Realm Again

One month later, Skull Mountain.

Lu Yang rode his escape light, unobstructed all the way. After all, with his current strength, he no longer cared about ordinary Great Perfection of Qi Refining cultivators.

Even though he now only remained as a Yin Spirit refined from his soul, relying on his higher stature, dealing with a Great Perfection of Qi Refining cultivator was merely a matter of waving his sleeve. Unless the opponent, like Yun Miaozhen of the past, mastered a Great Divine Ability or possessed a rare treasure, only then could they possibly fight Lu Yang.

Of course, this was limited to crushing newbies.

After losing his physical body, Lu Yang’s state was actually at its lowest point. If he encountered a cultivator of the same stature, he would have no choice but to flee.

Soon, Lu Yang stopped his escape light.

In the distance, a black mountain range with Yin Qi soaring into the sky came into view.

“Very good. It seems Perfected One Yin Shan has not arrived yet…”

Lu Yang sensed karma and confirmed that the Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm had not yet emerged, nor had the people from the Divine Martial Sect arrived. Only then did he transform into a breeze and disappear into the mountain.

When the Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm emerged in his previous life, Lu Yang noted its location, so it was easy to find in this life. Not long after, Lu Yang arrived in front of a mountain cave. He paced in. At first, it was extremely narrow, but after walking dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up, revealing a vast underground lake.

“This is the place…”

Lu Yang looked at the lake, sensing a strong void fluctuation, but he didn’t enter directly. Instead, he hovered at the entrance of the secret realm.

Although he was different from the past, his Dao Heart remained firm.

Things done slowly are done well; people who are calm are safe… No rush, play with it first.

Lu Yang took out the Myriad Spirits Banner and shook it gently. Chen Xin’an’s figure immediately emerged, and was then thrown by Lu Yang into the entrance of the Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm.

He hadn’t forgotten that there was a Golden Core Sword Qi inside the secret realm.

In his previous life, he hadn’t cultivated Saint Sect techniques, so he wasn’t slain by the Sword Qi. But in this life, he cultivated the Saint Sect’s body-refining technique, The Sage Steals.

Under these circumstances, heaven knows if that Sword Qi would still let him off.

Just in case, better let Senior Brother Chen scout the path first.

Chen Xin’an: “…”

Boom!

The next second, ripples appeared on the underground lake before his eyes. Borrowing Chen Xin’an’s perspective, Lu Yang quickly saw the scene within.

What came into view was shockingly a brilliant Sword Qi.

However, the Sword Qi didn’t slash down. Instead, it locked onto Chen Xin’an from a distance, seemingly marking something, then actually allowed him to enter the secret realm.

“So straightforward.”

Lu Yang looked surprised, then pinched a hand seal to recall Chen Xin’an…

Clang Clang—

Almost simultaneously, the Sword Qi that had already fallen silent suddenly shook. Chen Xin’an, who was just about to leave the secret realm, instantly turned into a cloud of white Qi and dissipated.

Lu Yang raised his eyebrows upon seeing this. He first checked Chen Xin’an’s True Spirit inside the Myriad Spirits Banner to ensure he could summon him again after a while before breathing a sigh of relief. He then took out another Banner Spirit and threw it into the secret realm. After experimenting several times, he finally reached a conclusion:

“Easy to enter, hard to leave, huh…”

Lu Yang was thoughtful: “That’s right. The purpose of this Sword Qi is to exterminate the Dao tradition of the Shaman-Ghost Dao, so it won’t allow anyone to leave the secret realm.”

“As for why it allows entry… Damn, this is chumming the water!”

Thinking of this, Lu Yang’s eyelid twitched: “This is clearly using the secret realm as bait to lure Demonic Path cultivators in to hunt for treasure, then bury them all together!”

The heart of the Orthodox Path is too black!

Although Lu Yang wasn’t sure if this guess was correct, if it were him, he would definitely do this. Judging others by himself, he felt the truth wasn’t far off.

Thinking of this, Lu Yang became even more cautious.

So he waited patiently for another few months until his Primordial One Qi Avatar cultivated back to the level of a Martial Dao Celestial again before sending it into the secret realm.

This time, he no longer thought about leaving but went deeper into the secret realm.

Soon, buildings appeared in Lu Yang’s vision. Most had turned into white bones, with only broken spiritual artifacts scattered on the ground.

Lu Yang looked around. The entire Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm was different from the outside world; surprisingly, no Spiritual Qi remained. There was only an extremely dense Earthly Baleful Yin Qi. Without a corresponding technique, ordinary cultivators couldn’t even meditate here. Over time, even their physical bodies would be eroded by the Yin Qi.

“Would there be cultivators in a place like this?”

Lu Yang pondered in his heart but didn’t stop moving, looking around with interest. He could already tell he seemed to be inside a city.

Just then, a suppressed cry suddenly came from not far away: “Bastard… what are you doing?”

Lu Yang turned his head and saw a human face poking out from a corner of the ruins, roaring in a low voice: “Do you want to die? It’s already night!”

Immediately after, that face showed hesitation and struggle, then gritted its teeth and crawled out from the ruins. It was a youth of no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He walked quickly to Lu Yang’s side, grabbed his hand, and roughly tried to drag him away directly.

Lu Yang raised his eyebrows upon seeing this and didn’t resist.

However, the next second, the youth’s expression suddenly froze. Turning his head, a look of despair appeared on his reasonably handsome face: “I shouldn’t have saved you… Dead… We’re all dead…”

Tap, tap tap…

Almost simultaneously, footsteps sounded in the empty ruins. Lu Yang looked towards the sound and saw an old man dressed in yellow with dead eyes.

The old man’s eyes were gray and white, pupils dilated and completely unfocused, yet they stared straight at Lu Yang and the mysterious youth. As his gaze fell upon them, a visible darkness slowly approached the two, accompanied by a strong stench of rotting corpses.

“Yellow Clothes! How could it be Yellow Clothes!?”

Following Lu Yang’s gaze, the youth also noticed the old man’s existence. However, seeing the color of the old man’s clothes, his face instantly turned pale.

Behind the youth, Lu Yang watched all this with interest.

Actually, he didn’t understand what the youth just said at all, but this didn’t hinder his interest in the sudden appearance of the Yellow-Clothed Old Man.

The next second, Lu Yang had already placed his hand on the youth’s head.

He had no interest in wasting time talking to people to slowly gather intelligence. As a Saint Sect disciple, direct Soul Searching fit his preferences better.

“You!?”

The youth never expected Lu Yang would ‘repay kindness with enmity.’ He let out a scream on the spot, and then Lu Yang’s Spiritual Sense pierced directly into his mind.

In a short while, a massive amount of information reflected in Lu Yang’s heart.

Language, culture, worldview, and even all intelligence regarding this “Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm”—all were searched out by Lu Yang in minute detail.

Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, the human world like a prison!

Inside the secret realm, Sword Qi hangs overhead, so no one can step into cultivation. All are mortals. Only by swallowing ghosts to serve Yama can one seek a glimmer of survival…

White-Clothed Ghosts, Yellow-Clothed Ghosts, Black-Clothed Ghosts, Red-Clothed Ghosts… Nether Whisper Sect, Ghost Messengers…

Massive amounts of information were digested by Lu Yang one by one, making him click his tongue in wonder while also raising doubts: “The secret realm in the previous life wasn’t like this.”

In the previous life, the Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm was almost empty. Until Perfected One Yin Shan destroyed it, not a single living thing was seen. Yet in this life, there was clearly vitality within the secret realm. The cultivators of the ancient Shaman-Ghost Dao not only survived but also found an alternative path of cultivation.

“Could it be because of that Sword Qi?”

Recalling the Golden Core Sword Qi occupying the secret realm, Lu Yang felt a bone-chilling coldness in his heart: “Could it be they were all killed by that Sword Qi?”

But on second thought, Lu Yang felt that wasn’t right.

After all, the Golden Core Sword Qi had been peaceful in the secret realm for so many years. What exactly had to happen to make it directly slaughter the entire secret realm in the future?

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