Chapter 504

The Netherworld Underworld is exactly the existence corresponding to the human world; the two depend on each other, yet they are clearly distinct.

Every mortal who dies in the human world will eventually enter the Underworld, and every ghost in the Underworld will eventually be reincarnated and return to the human world.

Sun Wukong had powerful strength, so he naturally would not sneak into the City of Wrongful Death like Yan Chixia and the others in the original Liaozhai world.

This time, Sun Wukong walked into the Ghost Gate Pass in a grand manner, then walked along the Road to the Yellow Springs and crossed the Naihe Bridge.

However, on the Naihe Bridge in this Liaozhai world, Sun Wukong did not see the figure of Meng Po, but instead encountered a group of ghost soldiers.

Teams of Yin soldiers and ghost generals were actually able to use formations, so that the original group of rabble, under the enhancement of the formation, faintly had the appearance of an elite army.

However, for Sun Wukong, there was no difference between a rabble and an elite army; they were all things that could be solved with one strike of his rod.

On the other side, for the demons, monsters, and ghosts of the City of Wrongful Death, Sun Wukong entering the Underworld so openly meant that even if their reactions were slow, they had now discovered the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Moreover, Sun Wukong had now entered the territory of the Black Mountain Old Demon.

In this situation, he naturally encountered the demon soldiers and ghost generals under the Black Mountain Old Demon.

This group of demon soldiers and ghost generals still wanted to capture Sun Wukong to seek a great merit before the Black Mountain Old Demon.

However, before they could even get close, Sun Wukong gently exhaled a breath, causing them to scatter into nothingness.

After this, Sun Wukong continued to advance toward the direction of the City of Wrongful Death.

Along the way, the demon soldiers and ghost generals blocking Sun Wukong became more numerous, and their strength became stronger.

However, none of them could withstand a single strike from Sun Wukong, and under such circumstances, the Black Mountain Old Demon, who had been in seclusion, was alarmed.

"For thousands of years, no one has ever dared to be so reckless in my territory. It seems that because I haven't taken action for thousands of years, the world has forgotten me."

"Very well, let your life be the sacrifice for my exit ceremony."

The Black Mountain Old Demon came out of seclusion, and immediately there were ghost generals carrying a palanquin to welcome him.

Subsequently, the Black Mountain Old Demon headed in the direction of Sun Wukong.

Just as Sun Wukong was advancing, he suddenly felt a rich demonic aura.

This demonic aura was exactly what was being emitted by the Black Mountain Old Demon.

Before the Black Mountain Old Demon had even arrived, his voice had already reached Sun Wukong's ears.

At this moment, the originally silent Underworld, with the arrival of the Black Mountain Old Demon, resounded with the sound of gongs and drums.

Ahead, suonas led the way, playing music that was extremely tragic in the human world.

But for the Underworld, the tragedy of the human world was exactly the joy of the Underworld.

And following this sound, teams of ghost shadows gradually appeared in the black mist.

In the lead was a group of musicians, wearing white mourning clothes, playing various musical instruments.

Behind them, there were several beautiful female ghosts with fair skin, following them, like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, constantly grabbing handfuls of underworld money and throwing it into the air.

Seeing this way of making an entrance by the Black Mountain Old Demon, Sun Wukong could not help but laugh out loud.

After all, Sun Wukong was a cultivator from the Primordial world; when it came to ways of making an entrance, let alone the Saints of the Primordial world, even any Taiyi Golden Immortal could crush the Black Mountain Old Demon.

Therefore, watching the Black Mountain Old Demon forcing a display of power, Sun Wukong could not help but chuckle.

"Trespassing in my City of Wrongful Death, you are truly seeking death!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon sat cross-legged in the palanquin, shrouded in a ball of black mist, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

However, everything the Black Mountain Old Demon did was useless in front of Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes.

"Just a Yin Mountain that accidentally cultivated into a spirit, yet you are able to become the master of the City of Wrongful Death. This Liaozhai world is truly worthy of being a place where the demonic path holds the upper hand!"

"Otherwise, a demon who attained the Dao from a Yin Mountain would probably see 'kind and amiable' Underworld ghost officials as soon as you were born. If you were useful, you would be reduced to a small pawn of the Underworld; if useless, you would likely be scattered into nothingness."

"It is a pity that in this world, you are actually able to occupy the City of Wrongful Death!"

Sun Wukong shook his head and sighed. Unlike the Sun Wukong in original history, the current Sun Wukong had seen the Journey to the West and often communicated with Ksitigarbha.

He was very clear about the power of the Primordial Underworld. Not to mention the existence of the Great Emperor of Fengdu and Ksitigarbha, and not to mention the Ten Yama Kings, even the Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were beings that could crush the Black Mountain Old Demon.

Regarding this, Sun Wukong could only say that the Underworld lacked strong experts, allowing a small Black Mountain Old Demon to actually reign supreme.

One must know that the Black Mountain Old Demon, who occupied the City of Wrongful Death, had already become the true master of the Underworld.

It was just that because there were many demons, monsters, and ghosts in the Underworld, it had split up, so the Black Mountain Old Demon only controlled the Underworld in name; in reality, the Underworld was now divided into several territories.

However, the Black Mountain Old Demon clearly occupied the largest piece of territory!

"Where did this hairy-faced, thunder-god-mouthed monk come from, daring to speak such wild words in front of me, the Black Mountain Old Demon."

"Today, I will let you see my power. Watch as I devour your flesh and blood, extract your soul, and torture you severely for a thousand years!"

"Then I will see if your mouth is still as hard as it is now!"

Although the Black Mountain Old Demon could not understand the meaning behind Sun Wukong's words, there was one thing the Black Mountain Old Demon was very clear about, which was that Sun Wukong clearly looked down on him.

As the master of the Underworld, even if only in name, facing such provocation from Sun Wukong, the Black Mountain Old Demon was clearly enraged.

One must know that since the Black Mountain Old Demon occupied the City of Wrongful Death, he did not know how many years it had been since he had encountered someone who dared to provoke him.

In the Underworld, everyone who saw him, the Black Mountain Old Demon, was respectful; no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

But at this moment, Sun Wukong was provoking him to his face. If he did not take Sun Wukong down, he feared that the Black Mountain Old Demon's reputation would be completely lost from now on.

Therefore, as soon as the Black Mountain Old Demon's words fell, he inhaled toward Sun Wukong like a whale swallowing water. The huge suction force seemed as if it wanted to extract Sun Wukong's soul from his body.

This was the Black Mountain Old Demon's soul-absorbing technique. When the Black Mountain Old Demon was still a small demon, he relied on this move to absorb passing mortals to strengthen himself.

It could be said that this move was the foundation of the Black Mountain Old Demon's existence.

Now, not to mention how many mortal souls the Black Mountain Old Demon had absorbed, he had already been in charge of the City of Wrongful Death for over a thousand years.

In such a situation, in the Liaozhai world, anyone who passed through his suction would end up with their soul leaving their body.

But who was Sun Wukong? Even if the Black Mountain Old Demon inhaled until his own lungs came out, he would only be able to blow the corner of Sun Wukong's clothes.

"Who exactly are you?" The Black Mountain Old Demon looked at his foundational ability failing to take effect, and his heart was very surprised.

And after this, the Black Mountain Old Demon sitting on the palanquin straightened his body slightly and began to take Sun Wukong seriously.