Chapter 494: The Scapegoat Ghost Race

Although the scene of the black broken blade absorbing the Ghost Yin Wood was eerie, Hua Changxi's mind barely managed to maintain its composure.

But witnessing with her own eyes as the black broken blade literally drained a 'person' dry, a bone-chilling cold instantly shot through her entire body, making her scalp tingle and her spirit tremble violently.

What kind of blade had Tong Yao actually sold her?

Why did it feel so 'evil,' unlike a weapon that someone of the righteous path should use?

Gripping the black broken blade, Hua Changxi's expression was exceptionally grave.

She realized with alarm that every time she swung the black broken blade, an uncontrollable bloodthirsty impulse surged from the bottom of her heart. Because of this dense killing intent, even the black flames on her Nascent Soul began to show signs of losing control and burning wildly.

After absorbing the Ghost Yin Wood and the woman in red, most of the rust on the surface of the broken blade had faded, replaced by an increasingly deep and eerie black luster.

She could clearly perceive that this blade was 'awakening' and growing stronger.

This was only her second time swinging the blade; she could still barely suppress the bloodthirsty impulse generated during the swing. But as the frequency of use increased in the future, and once this blade fully recovered, would she still be able to control this broken blade?

By then, lest she accidentally end up being controlled by this broken blade instead!!!

The moment she thought of such a scenario, Hua Changxi felt a chill run down her spine, and she immediately decided that unless absolutely necessary, she should not use this black broken blade in the future.

Furthermore, once she returned to the human world, she must find Tong Yao and ask him exactly what was going on with this broken blade.

"Hmm?"

Sensing the five human Lingtai cultivators approaching, Hua Changxi's eyes narrowed sharply; she immediately sheathed the black broken blade, transformed into a lingering shadow, and swiftly vanished into the churning gray mist deep within the Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs.

By the time Chu Junyi and the other four caught up, nothing remained around them but vast gray mist; the figures of the ghost controlling the ghost fire and Lady Spider Lily had vanished into thin air, astonishingly fast.

"Such a fast escape technique! They actually slipped away!" Meng Ziyu cursed in frustration.

"Something's wrong!"

Ye Jingzhou shook his head, his expression grave: "It's one thing for that ghost hiding behind us to snatch the spoils and flee, but Lady Spider Lily... why did she run? She couldn't possibly be afraid of us, could she?"

"Lady Spider Lily did not run."

Detecting the lingering scent of Spider Lily in the air, Chu Junyi's eyes filled with unbelievable horror: "She was killed!"

"What?!"

Meng Ziyu and the other four exclaimed in unison, shocked.

Lady Spider Lily's strength was unfathomable; even if the five of them joined forces, defeating her would be no easy task, requiring at least half a day of fierce fighting.

Yet now, only ten-odd breaths had passed since she began her pursuit.

Ten-odd breaths!

To erase a peak-stage Lingtai realm expert in such time was simply like a madman's delusion!

Sheng Pengyun looked around, his voice tight: "There are no traces of a battle."

"Precisely because of that, it is even more terrifying."

Chu Junyi took a deep breath: "No struggle, no resistance, and Lady Spider Lily didn't even let out a single scream... This means it was an overwhelming instant kill!"

Staring fixedly at the churning gray mist ahead, his voice dry, he said: "That ghost just now... is absolutely no ordinary being. We have most likely stumbled upon an ancient ghost monster!"

As if to confirm Chu Junyi's speculation, the previously deathly silent flow of the Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs suddenly boiled over!

Rolling turbid waves shot straight into the sky, and mad yellow light from all over converged, instantly condensing high in the air into a formidable yellow illusory figure that directly illuminated the Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs.

The moment the yellow illusory figure manifested, Chu Junyi's pupils contracted sharply; he flipped his wrist, and an ancient black formation disk suddenly appeared.

Black light flashed, and in an instant, it enveloped him and the other four completely.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the five vanished into thin air, and even their surrounding auras were completely erased, as if they had never existed in this place.

"Ghost King!"

A furious shout, like thunder exploding from the ninth heaven and carrying supreme authority, instantly swept across the entire Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs.

Wherever the sound waves passed, like invisible sharp blades sweeping across, the ghosts on both banks of the Yellow Springs who were intoxicated by the fragrance of the Spider Lily flowers didn't even have time to scream before they shattered on the spot amidst the sonic oscillations, turning into wisps of black smoke and having their souls completely scattered.

This terrifying sound wave even reached the Ghost Realm Fortress, causing all the low-ranking ghosts inside to tremble with fear.

The next moment, black mist churned above the Ghost Realm Fortress, and a black giant shadow, deeper and more terrifying than the yellow illusory figure, slowly emerged, facing the Lord of the Yellow Springs from across the void as two overwhelming pressures collided fiercely in the firmament.

"Lord of the Yellow Springs."

From within the black illusory figure came a low, lazy voice, inherently carrying an unquestionable domineering tone: "Disturbing This Emperor, what is the matter?"

"Stop pretending to be ignorant!"

The Lord of the Yellow Springs' voice was distorted by extreme rage, his surrounding yellow light vibrating violently: "The ghost race and the Yellow Springs have long had a pact of non-aggression; yet now, someone of your ghost race dares to destroy the clone of my beloved wife. Are you openly tearing up the contract?!"

The black illusory figure swayed slightly, and cold, sinister gaze pierced through the layers of black mist of the Ghost Realm Fortress, scanning the gray-mist-shrouded Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs below.

To destroy the clone of Lady Spider Lily, one's strength must be at least above the Ghost Marshal realm.

However, scanning all the way through, he did not detect any aura of a powerful expert.

"Lord of the Yellow Springs."

The Ghost King's tone sank slightly: "Could you be mistaken?"

"Mistaken?!"

The Lord of the Yellow Springs roared, the sound waves making the waters of the Yellow Springs churn: "The one who destroyed my wife's clone emitted a strong aura of Ghost Yin Wood; do you dare say it wasn't someone from your ghost race?"

Staring fixedly at the silent black illusory figure, his killing intent piercing, he said: "Ghost King, could it be that you intend to shield the culprit?"

Seeing the Ghost King remain silent, the Lord of the Yellow Springs' voice grew even more ruthless: "My wife is at a critical moment of breaking through to a new realm; with her clone destroyed, her breakthrough has failed. If you do not give an explanation and drag out the culprit to serve as fertilizer for the Spider Lilies on the Ancient Path of the Yellow Springs... this matter will absolutely not end!"

As soon as the words fell, that towering yellow illusory figure suddenly dissipated, leaving behind only residual ferocious energy filling the sky.

Above the Ghost Realm Fortress, the Ghost King frowned tightly, clouds of doubt arising in his eyes.

A ghost of the Ghost Marshal realm capable of destroying Lady Spider Lily's clone would not be unaware of the agreement between the Ghost Realm Fortress and the Yellow Springs; even if coveting the Spider Lilies, they would not act so blatantly.

Could it be that other forces from the Nine Netherworlds are trying to frame the ghost race, intending to provoke a conflict between the ghosts and the Yellow Springs?

Harboring various speculations, the Ghost King's illusory figure also vanished.

"The ghost race has been seeing one dramatic event after another recently."

"Not long ago, the forbidden grounds of the Ghost Domain suffered such a massive devastation; how much time has passed since then, yet now they are in conflict with the Lord of the Yellow Springs again?"

The Ghost King and the Master of Yellow Spring's shouts across the void stirred up other powers in the Nine Netherworlds.

"It is not just the Ghost Domain that is lively; the Soul Domain has been extremely bustling lately as well. I wonder if the Nine Netherworlds' Soul Realm is truly about to manifest?"

"The Nine Passes Auction in the Demon Prison is also about to begin; all this excitement has converged at once."