Chapter 164

Jiuzhou, the water is too deep!

This is Mu Yi's feeling after holding the Ghost Gate fragment in his hand.

From the start this was a trap, only differing in that the big shot had a longer vision, burying more foreshadowing.

It's all scheming and calculation; Mu Yi feels his intelligence being pressed into the ground and rubbed back and forth.

Chilling!

Although he had myriad thoughts in his heart, Mu Yi still honestly activated the Ghost Gate fragment in his hand.

Under Mu Yi's guidance, netherworld qi erupted within the Ghost Kingdom, instantly forming a huge light that enveloped the entire Ghost Kingdom.

The light surged in the netherworld, instantly shot up into the sky, turning into a blurred gate that descended upon the entire Ghost Kingdom.

The surging power spread from the gate; the heavy divine might forced all ghost soldiers to crawl on the ground.

Two golden-armored divine generals closed their eyes and slowly walked out of the Ghost Gate; at the moment their tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.

Between heaven and earth, the winds and clouds shifted suddenly.

"Howl!" The fierce tiger beside Yu Lei roared toward the sky.

The Asura Path, bolstered by the Heavenly Human Path, burst forth with surging power; this power poured into their bodies, instantly causing a massive change in their appearance.

In an instant, a mighty breath surged out of the Six Paths Barrier like a flood, attaching to the body of each Asura warrior.

Blood-red Asuras crawled up from the Sea of Blood and gathered with the Three Thousand Yin Soldiers, forming a formation to await.

"In the end, I still have to rely on myself—is this your test?"

The mottled aura on his body also became, at this moment, an inviolable solemnity.

"This is my domain!" Mu Yi raised the Formation Blade above his head.

"I hate these bald donkeys!" Shentu pursed his lips and stamped his spear in the void.

The scattered Ghost Kings felt uneasy in their hearts, unable to tell whether they saw the terrifying vortex in the sky or were oppressed by divine might.

Heavenly and earthly elements fell into chaos; an apocalyptic sight left Lin Xuan stunned.

Suppressing the myriad ghosts of the Ghost Kingdom and the protection of the Destroying Buddha Light—this is the extent of their power.

Within the Ghost Kingdom's range, only a few people remained standing.

"Want to suppress me? Dream on!" The power erupting from the Rakshasa King opposed the gathered will.

Crimson light shot up from the Asura warriors; they turned into a pool of blood, spreading over the Three Thousand Yin Soldiers.

This vortex, possibly over dozens of li in diameter, turned slowly; though seemingly slow, it stirred terrifying power in the mortal realm.

When the light faded, all the Yin Soldiers underwent astonishing changes: not only did their bodies swell, but ferocious Asura armor appeared on their frames, their eyes glowed with blood-red light, and their aura more than doubled.

The Buddha Light on the Rakshasa King suddenly twisted, as if bearing an unbearable power, but ultimately the Buddha Light shattered; cracks appeared on many sarira, scattering from behind the Rakshasa King.

Mu Yi, relying on the barrier, combined all wills and then pressed forward against the Rakshasa King.

"This... this..."

The Rakshasa King spat blood; even after long cultivation of the sarira light ring, he could hardly block Shentu's power—one strike wounded him, his face pale as he fixed his gaze on Mu Yi.

As long as Mu Yi is killed, he can absorb the divinity of Shentu and Yu Lei's avatars, then ascend in a single step, possibly becoming equal to the Guardian God and Yaksha God.

Although he already stood at the pinnacle of this world, he still felt like an ant.

Shentu and Yu Lei had already cleared the obstacles for him; all that remained was his trial.

Shentu and Yu Lei observed the battlefield through the barrier; unable to help but exchange glances, they saw the shadow of an old acquaintance in Mu Yi.

Mu Yi drew the Formation Blade, took a deep breath, unfolded the Six Paths Reincarnation Barrier, and dragged the Rakshasa King into the Asura Path.

The Rakshasa King's heart filled with terror and dread, giving rise to a long-lost feeling of being an ant.

The two golden-armored divine generals are strong, but that's all.

"Really?" Shentu muttered to himself.

The heavy divine might pressed Lin Xuan's body down inch by inch; within a thousand-li radius of the Ghost Kingdom, all living spirits lay prone on the ground, as if in an abyss.

So now, his only opponent left is Mu Yi before him.

The prone living spirits trembled even more, daring not to move at all.

"Mu kid, this heaven and earth cannot bear our power; the rest is up to you!" Shentu's voice entered Mu Yi's ears.

The Rakshasa King's lips trembled, fearful and anxious.

At this moment, the Three Thousand Yin Soldiers bore an aura of dignity like that of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

Although disrespectful, he felt from the two golden-armored divine generals and the Ghost Gate an aura more terrifying than his own Guardian God.

Just as the Rakshasa King was on the verge of collapse, the halo of sarira behind him suddenly emitted a mild, peaceful Buddha Light, enveloping him and completely shielding the heavy divine might.

Unless the other side descends heedlessly, which would collapse the world; then the karmic backlash would be unbearable even for the Eastern Ghost Emperor Shentu and Yu Lei.

Mu Yi looked at the sole Rakshasa King still standing in place and already understood Shentu's meaning.

——Six Paths Reincarnation·Heavenly Human Path

The divinity entrusted in the Heavenly Human Path suddenly erupted.

"Pfft~"

But he who had received the Yaksha God's revelation had already stopped trembling; this world ultimately has a carrying capacity limit.

Lin Xuan and the East Dao Prefecture troops, who were in the Netherworld Mountain Range, instinctively raised their heads; through the shielding of the Netherworld Mountain Range, they saw the sky darkened by heavy clouds, the thick cloud layer forming a vortex.

"Just keep watching and you'll find out..." Yu Lei said, suddenly turning his gaze toward the Netherworld Mountain Range.

"How could there be humans here?"

"It must also be Mu Xiaozi's doing! By relying on the power called Zongwang!" Shentu was unfazed; he has dealt with Zongwang Players more than once or twice, and he also has some understanding of Zongwang.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, Shentu's gaze pierced the void to look toward the other end, letting out a cold snort.

"Little yaksha, dare to stretch your claws, get lost!"

The void suddenly trembled; the Yaksha God's silhouette, which was about to descend via the pagoda, shattered in the trembling void.

Inside the barrier, the Rakshasa King, whose connection to the Yaksha God had been severed, was struck as if by lightning; the Rakshasa King, who had still been able to resist the collective will, was suppressed in an instant by the imposing aura of three thousand Yin soldiers.

If the earlier clash could be called evenly matched, then the upcoming situation would be total devastation.

In a single instant, the Rakshasa King felt a surging force descend from the heavens, as if layers of iron chains were coiling around his body, binding him tightly.

Depriving the Rakshasa King of any time to adapt, Mu Yi swung his formation blade, and the three thousand Yin soldiers surged like a tide to encircle the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King's grimace turned feral as he drew his weapon—a strange trident of extraordinary quality.

Even though the Rakshasa King stood at the pinnacle of level 20, he had not yet entered Legend; he was in the transition from Transcendent to Legend, a process that usually proceeds very quickly.

But some always prefer to be a chicken's head rather than a phoenix's tail.

The Rakshasa King chose to linger in this world; after encountering the Buddhist Sect, he deeply realized that Legend was merely a slightly larger ant.

Even the Yaksha God he worshipped was just an insignificant guardian deity on Spirit Mountain, whose name could not even be passed down.

Yet there is a chasm between Legend and Transcendent—a complete transformation of life form; before that shift, even a being at the apex of Transcendent cannot break the mortal shackles left behind.

"By the name of Reincarnation, I sentence you! You are guilty! You shall receive the punishment of blazing fire!"

——Six Paths Reincarnation·Hell Path

Mu Yi's formation blade pointed to the ground, and infernal flames from Hell surged forth, igniting the Rakshasa King completely just before he took a step.

Upon claiming a divine seat and touching the truth of Reincarnation on the paths of Celestial, Asura, and Hell, Mu Yi could already coordinate the abilities of the Six Paths with one another.

The Six Paths, previously usable only separately, could now be employed in an overlapping state.

"Break!"

The instant the Rakshasa King was ignited by the infernal flames, Mu Yi slowly raised his formation blade and then struck down heavily at the Rakshasa King.

The sound of crystal shattering spread from where the blade fell; the Rakshasa King suddenly froze in place, unable to move, and the Buddhist prayer beads hanging around his neck emitted a strange noise that grew louder until they finally shattered and exploded.

Mu Yi's attack, gathered from the whole army's will, was completely nullified by the force unleashed from the prayer beads.

A burst of Buddhist light enveloped the Rakshasa King, blocking all the infernal flames outside.

Then the Rakshasa King moved.

At a speed beyond Mu Yi's ability to track, the Rakshasa King surged into the formation of three thousand Yin soldiers.

The red-haired zombie was the first to meet the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King's face broke into a feral grin as he whirled his trident at blinding speed, striking precisely at the red-haired zombie's neck.

"Bang!" the red-haired zombie's head was blasted away by the trident; its diamond-hard body instantly lost all strength and collapsed to the ground.

Even though it was only a brief encounter, the toughest red-haired zombie under Mu Yi was crushed by the Rakshasa King.

One rider equals a thousand; there was no opponent that could match him.

The Rakshasa King activated an unrivaled mowing-down mode among the three thousand Yin soldiers.

"Bang!"

The trident struck a Yin soldier's chest; the heavy force exploded instantly, the soldier's body bursting like a lit powder keg.

"Throw spear!"

Dozens of long spears formed from nether energy had not yet descended when the Rakshasa King's whirling trident shattered them in midair.

Almost every Yin soldier failed to block the Rakshasa King even for a second; even the strongest few demon generals were knocked away by a single strike.

Mu Yi's expression did not change at all; he loves his soldiers as children, commands them as if they were mud—this is a basic quality a commander should possess.

He mercilessly sacrificed the Yin soldiers blown up by the Rakshasa King, then transferred their power onto the remaining Yin soldiers.

He was betting that the Rakshasa King could not sustain his burst, betting that the Rakshasa King would grow weary.

"Die!"

The Rakshasa King's figure, which had been wreaking havoc among the Yin soldiers, suddenly vanished; Mu Yi's alarm bells rang—this was Divine Foot Technique.

——Time Confusion·Divine Foot Technique·Tenfold Speed

The moment Mu Yi's form vanished in place, the Rakshasa King's trident struck the phantom left behind.

——Military Strategist Divine Art·Deceiving the Heavens

Blending among the Yin soldiers, Mu Yi directly relied on the whole army's will to overlay his own image onto every Yin soldier, giving the Rakshasa King no chance to approach him a second time.

The more urgently the Rakshasa King acted, the more it proved he was doing the right thing.

After nearly seven hundred Yin soldiers fell, the Rakshasa King's speed began to slow, and his whirling trident no longer sliced through effortlessly.

The arrows condensed from nether energy also began to continuously strike the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King, once grand and unrivaled in mowing down foes, started to become increasingly disheveled.

"Break!"

Mu Yi seized the opportunity, gathering the legion's will to slash a blade, but the Rakshasa King twisted, swinging his trident to block the strike.

"Boom—!"

As if two meteors collided, the trident and the blade of will exploded the instant they touched, a barbaric force roaring, its thunder echoing through the barrier.

The Rakshasa King staggered back three steps, a slash scar appearing across his chest.

Before the Rakshasa King could erupt, Mu Yi slipped back among the Yin soldiers, awaiting the next opening.

He was not only waiting for the Rakshasa King to show a flaw, but also for his own wounds to heal.

In this Frenzy duel, the bones in Mu Yi's arms seemed about to shatter, his palms cracked open, blood dripping from the blade's hilt onto the ground, his internal organs boiling.

The disparity in physical quality between the two was immense; even in an Inner Qi burst duel, Mu Yi's own body was the first to be wounded.

Nevertheless, the innate spirit's constant regenerative power was taking effect; Mu Yi's injuries healed at a visibly rapid rate, and all he needed to do was keep pressing on.

"Cough~"

The Rakshasa King, forcing his power to erupt, coughed a mouthful of fresh blood, too busy to wipe it away, continuously searching through the thousands of Yin soldiers for Mu Yi's silhouette.

The injuries to his body could no longer be suppressed; he could not drag himself forward.

The infernal flames ate away at his body, and the omnipresent will suppressed his recovery; he was like a leaking sailboat, gradually being pulled into the deep sea.

He wanted to make a desperate last stand, but he could not lock onto Mu Yi's true body no matter what, so he could only wave the trident in his hand uselessly, trying to wipe out all the ghost soldiers that had become Mu Yi.

But his power continued to ebb away bit by bit.

Clang!

At the moment the trident was first blocked, his strength had already weakened to the point where he could not crush a ghost general with a single blow.

Just as the Rakshasa King was about to unleash his power and take down Cao Ming before him, he suddenly felt uneasy, and in the next instant, several soul‑hook chains lashed at him from all directions.

The moment the soul‑hook chains bound him, a soul‑locking cangue was placed on his head.

As he struggled to break free of all his bonds, Mu Yi's figure appeared before the Rakshasa King.

The formation blade, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, came down heavily upon his face.

The attack, condensed with the will of the entire army, left the Rakshasa King's mind dazed for a moment.

When he came to, Mu Yi's hand was already pressed firmly against his face.

The divine power of the Deva Path, Asura Path, and Hell Path completely gathered in Mu Yi's hand, then pressed down upon the Rakshasa King.

A low voice sounded in his ear, clear and steady, yet filled with the majesty of non‑resistance and questioning.

"Hungry Ghost Path, suppress!"

In an instant, the Rakshasa King's body plummeted, falling straight into the deepest part of the Six Paths that Mu Yi had constructed.

Unwilling to be sealed, the Rakshasa King frantically struggled, trying to break out of the barrier.

The next moment, countless chains extended from the phantom of the Ghost Gate, dragging the still‑struggling Rakshasa King completely into the Hungry Ghost Path.

"No, this is impossible!"

"High God, save me, save me!!!"

The Rakshasa King suppressed by the Ghost Gate could only roar to vent his anger, then had his power drained bit by bit, becoming part of the embryonic Hungry Ghost Path.

This process might take a long time, but for Mu Yi it already counts as finished.