Chapter 80: Nether Whisper

Looking at the lifelike red wax statue, Lu Yang became even more interested. In his previous life, he had spent a full ten years studying the soul of a Foundation Establishment Perfected One.

Precisely because of this, he could see it.

“May I ask which Senior is present?”

Lu Yang cupped his hands, looking directly at the statue before him. In his eyes, a wisp of a Foundation Establishment soul was shockingly hidden within the red wax statue!

However, the statue did not respond, only continuing in its own way: “Offend my sect tradition, ten thousand deaths cannot redeem you.”

As the voice fell, it took a step forward, suddenly vanishing. The distance between it and Lu Yang was crossed in a single step. Clenching its five fingers, it raised a fist and smashed down!

Lu Yang didn’t dodge or evade, similarly punching out.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed Daoist was instantly overjoyed.

This Patriarch Statue was no ordinary item. It was a treasure for protecting the body and guarding the Dao that only someone of his high rank within the Nether Whisper Sect could obtain.

Carrying it on one’s body usually significantly delayed the speed of being devoured by Shaman-Ghosts. In times of need, one could also invite the Patriarch’s True Spirit to suppress enemies like now. Don’t be fooled by its red wax body; in reality, one punch was enough to split mountains and crack rocks, definitely not something a mortal body could withstand.

Therefore, in his view, Lu Yang was seeking his own death.

Boom!

The next second, a loud noise exploded between Lu Yang and the statue. Rolling airwaves swept in all directions. Then, Lu Yang’s body disintegrated directly.

Whoosh—!

Clouds rose and fell, Qi scattered and gathered. Rolling white smoke surged and boiled, rapidly widening the distance from the statue before quickly re-condensing into Lu Yang’s form.

“What is this thing!?”

The black-robed Daoist was dumbstruck, clearly shocked by Lu Yang’s ability to gather and scatter impermanently. His gaze towards Lu Yang became increasingly apprehensive.

On the other side, Lu Yang was full of admiration.

“What a statue.”

While admiring, he also confirmed in his heart: This so-called Nether Whisper Sect is nine out of ten the handiwork left behind by a reincarnated Foundation Establishment of the Shaman-Ghost Dao!

“I knew it. Since the Shaman-Ghost Dao wasn’t completely exterminated, they must have left behind some powerful backup plans… Although judging from the results seen in the previous life, this backup plan probably failed, but for me, it is still a behemoth…”

While Lu Yang pondered, the statue attacked again.

Still punching out. Lu Yang raised his fist to respond, but was still beaten back repeatedly, forced to disintegrate again and re-condense his form in the distance.

“Not an opponent…”

Lu Yang sighed. This Primordial One Qi Avatar of his specialized in the Martial Dao, but unfortunately, its physical body was inferior to the statue. With his biggest advantage gone, naturally, it was hard to win.

“…But, you can call for backup, do you think I can’t?”

The next second, Lu Yang suddenly pinched a hand seal.

Crack!

A fissure opened behind Lu Yang’s head. Magnificent golden light surged from the fissure, finally transforming into a large hand heavy as a mountain reaching out!

Outside the secret realm, Lu Yang’s main body took action!

The golden light hand spread its five fingers. In the palm was shockingly a formation covered in blood light. Slapping down, it instantly swallowed the statue into the formation.

“Heavenly River Massacre Sword Formation Diagram, rise!”

Lu Yang pinched a hand seal, and a miserable rain of blood immediately fell within the formation. Every drop of blood rain seemed like a sharp sword light, slashing down toward the statue.

“Junior, impudent!”

The statue stood sternly, surrounded by the roars of ten thousand ghosts, not fearing in the slightest. The wisp of Foundation Establishment soul within it also regained clarity, immediately sending out a voice transmission: “A mere Rank 7 formation cannot do anything to this Seat.”

“Disciple of which sect are you? If you can save this Seat, this Seat will surely reward you heavily. If you have the heart, come to the main altar of the Nether Whisper Sect to meet me…”

“Senior seems to have misunderstood.”

Outside the secret realm, Lu Yang’s main body gave a cold smile: “The formation is not used to deal with Senior, but only to temporarily trap Senior to prevent you from escaping.”

“…What?”

The next second, outside the formation, the ‘Sage Aspect’ cast by Lu Yang’s main body moved with a boom. The golden light hand grasped the grand formation. He urged the stature of The Sage Steals to the extreme, then pressed his palms together forcefully, like an eraser wiping away a line of text on a book, instantly erasing everything in his palm.

When the golden light hand opened again, the statue had already been crushed into powder.

Only a remnant glow remained, caught in the hand of Lu Yang’s Primordial One Qi Avatar. It was shockingly that streak of light from [The Mysterious Nether Lord-Commander of the Ghost Wardens] Divine Ability.

As for Lu Yang’s main body, he simply severed one of his own arms.

After all, this hand had already reached into the secret realm. With the Golden Core Sword Qi present, he couldn’t pull it out, so keeping it was a waste. Anyway, he could grow it back.

Immediately after, Lu Yang manipulated the avatar to put away [The Mysterious Nether Lord-Commander of the Ghost Wardens]. After examining it carefully for a moment, he sighed with some regret: “Still incomplete… at most one percent. That makes sense; this statue looks mass-produced at a glance, so it couldn’t possibly possess too strong a divine ability.”

While Lu Yang sighed, the black-robed Daoist beside him went mad.

He stared blankly at the statue crushed by Lu Yang. Only after a long time did he come back to his senses. His eyes looking at Lu Yang instantly turned blood-red: “You dare destroy the Patriarch Statue of my sect?”

Lu Yang raised his eyebrows upon hearing this: “So that person was Patriarch Nether Whisper… Foundation Establishment really can live. Has he been reincarnating continuously, dragging out a feeble existence for a thousand years?”

The black-robed Daoist completely ignored Lu Yang’s words. The Nether Whisper Sect was deeply rooted in the secret realm, admired by ten thousand people. Now that the Patriarch Statue was destroyed, for him, it was as if his faith had been blasphemed. He instantly lost his reason: “Destroying the Patriarch Statue… my sect will definitely not let this go with you in the future!”

Before his voice fell, he roared and pounced toward Lu Yang.

Lu Yang sneered upon seeing this: “Things having reached this stage, I am the one who won’t let this go with you!”

After speaking, he waved his wide sleeve. The Primordial True Qi transformed into a large hand that grabbed the black-robed Daoist, then slammed him onto the ground, smashing both man and ghost into powder.

However, Lu Yang didn’t leave immediately afterward but waited patiently for a moment.

Soon, the Yin Qi in this place gathered again, and a brand-new Black-Clothed Ghost emerged. It was shockingly the Shaman-Ghost ‘Name Call Death’ he had just smashed!

Lu Yang observed the entire process of the Shaman-Ghost’s revival, clicking his tongue in wonder: “Sure enough, this is the reason the Shaman-Ghost Dao could drag out its existence until now…”

Shaman-Ghosts cannot be killed!

The Shaman-Ghost Secret Realm is deeply rooted, almost bound to the earth veins under Skull Mountain, integrated inside and out to form a sealed circulation system.

After a Shaman-Ghost dies, it turns into Yin Qi and merges into the earth veins. Then, the Yin Qi in the earth veins re-condenses into a Shaman-Ghost and enters the secret realm, achieving immortality in an alternative sense. To crack this, one must either uproot the secret realm along with the Skull Mountain earth veins or make the secret realm emerge actively.

The latter was Perfected One Yin Shan’s method, simply because no one would do the former.

Not that they couldn’t do it, but they wouldn’t. Because uprooting earth veins severely damages merit, directly affecting future reincarnation.

One must know that even a Golden Core Perfected Lord is not immortal.

When their lifespan ends, they must also reincarnate to recultivate. And if they did too many things that damaged merit, they would inevitably encounter more tribulations after reincarnation.

“So this Golden Core Sword Qi stayed in the secret realm, choosing to boil the frog in warm water instead of flipping the table directly…”

“From this perspective, my act of collecting ghosts is actually also inadvisable. It will gradually cause the Yin Qi of the earth veins under Skull Mountain to be drained…”

“…But, so what?”

Lu Yang reached out and grabbed. The newly revived Black-Clothed Ghost was thrown into the Myriad Spirits Banner by him, completely disregarding whether it would affect the earth veins of Skull Mountain.

Merit? If it’s gone, it’s gone.

Low in this life means there is room for improvement in the next life.

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