Chapter 145: Sacrificing to the Ancestral God

At the summit of Qianyuan Mountain, Lady Qingyuan arrived quietly under the cover of night.

"This junior, Qingyuan, pays her respects to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"

As her voice echoed through the mountains, the unremarkable mound of dirt slowly extended a wooden arm, and then the entire wooden figure stood up from within it.

"This junior has already collected the seven items you required, Senior, and has come specifically to present them to you!"

Seeing the wooden figure appear, Lady Qingyuan bowed slightly, then placed the various items she had brought before it, waiting for the wooden figure to inspect them.

Lin Feng took a look through the wooden figure and discovered that the items the other party had brought this time were not few in number.

Four underworld pottery bowls, two coffins made from century-old sunken Yin wood, a thousand-year-old god-offering stele, two piles of dragon vein grave soil, and a bundle of ghost-nurturing incense.

Aside from the ghost-nurturing incense, Lin Feng was quite in need of the other items, so he directly controlled the wooden figure to nod.

"Click, click."

"You may exchange this for one opportunity for me to take action, and one hundred heavy-armored Zhiren."

At the same time, a line of blood-red text gradually appeared before her eyes, which made Lady Qingyuan feel a slight sense of relief in her heart.

"This junior is willing to make the exchange!"

Lady Qingyuan did not hesitate to agree, as she did not know how much worse the situation would become.

Only by obtaining those items could she be considered to have a protective talisman; even the heavy-armored Zhiren would become a symbol of status. After all, she could not use that hard-won opportunity for every little thing.

"Agreed!"

The wooden figure nodded, a line of blood-red text appeared, and then all the items were swallowed by filthy blood.

Next, a shadow rippled, and over a hundred heavy-armored Zhiren walked out from the darkness in perfect unison. In the hand of one of the heavy-armored Zhiren, there were two items.

They were a black token and a small wooden puppet, respectively. As this heavy-armored Zhiren arrived before Lady Qingyuan, she bowed to the wooden figure once more to express her gratitude.

"Many thanks, Senior. May I be so bold as to ask if there are any other items you require?"

Hearing the other party's words, Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned. Aside from these things used for nurturing ghosts, he didn't seem to be lacking much else right now.

He could say he had food, drink, and shelter; according to Lao Quezi, aside from lacking a wife, his little life was more comfortable than those of the government officials.

However, to say he lacked nothing would be nonsense. He also wanted certain secret lore regarding the Guiyi, such as information related to the Yinjian, things related to ancient times, and various crafts of the hundred artisans.

So, after thinking about it, Lin Feng controlled the filthy blood to transform into a line of blood-red text on the ground.

"If there are secret rumors regarding the Yinjian, various inheritances of the hundred artisans, or ancient historical secrets, you may bring them. If they are useful to me, you can similarly exchange them for heavy-armored Zhiren or an opportunity for me to take action."

Seeing this, Lady Qingyuan couldn't help but frown; clearly, she did not know much about these aspects.

"This junior understands. Many thanks, Senior!"

However, just because she didn't know didn't mean others weren't clear about it, so Lady Qingyuan thanked the wooden figure once more.

Seeing that she had no further business, Lin Feng controlled the wooden figure to bury itself once again.

"This woman certainly has many schemes, but will she be able to get the things I want?"

In the graveyard, Lin Feng withdrew his consciousness. He understood Lady Qingyuan's performance to some extent, but whether she could satisfy his requirements was hard to say.

"Forget it, better to get back to work!"

Lin Feng had not forgotten his main task, but he did not rush to open the Gui Men. Instead, he summoned the Qianmian Zhi Gui.

"The potential of this ghost has been exhausted, but it is related to my arrangements in the Yinjian; its importance is self-evident."

"I must make this ghost's strength stronger. Only then can my arrangements in the Yinjian proceed more smoothly!"

Back then, when Lin Feng defeated the Grandmaster of the Tattoo Sect, he not only obtained a Fierce Ghost but also received that Ancestral God Map.

He took out the human-skin scroll; the portrait of the old man on it had his eyes tightly shut, looking lifelike.

"Even my ghost fire couldn't scorch it, which is enough to show the power of this Ancestral God Map. This old man was very likely a true Saint while alive, but after death, only a portion of his power remained."

Lin Feng had pondered repeatedly on how to use this Ancestral God Map. Based on the old man's performance back then, he was clearly an existence with a relatively deep understanding of the Yinjian.

Now, combined with the problem that the Qianmian Zhi Gui was difficult to improve further, Lin Feng intended to use it to turn the Qianmian Zhi Gui into a Disaster Ghost in one fell swoop.

"Begin!"

After thinking it over, Lin Feng immediately began preparing for the sacrifice. Peach wood nails, copper coins, and incense were quickly set up.

As the incense burned, a certain special power began to descend, and the old man on the Ancestral God Map, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly opened them.

It seemed that this old man, who had been dead for who knows how many years, realized his end was near and began trying to break free from the human skin.

The originally thin layer of skin now began to bulge with a vague human silhouette. Unfortunately, as the sacrificial ritual progressed, the entire Ancestral God Map began to disappear bit by bit.

"Earth Book..."

Finally, the old man in the portrait had already poked a small part of his head out of the human skin. At this moment, he stared with wide eyes at Lin Feng standing in the distance and said those two words with extreme difficulty.

But immediately after, the entire Ancestral God Map completely vanished. Lin Feng was also startled when he saw the old man crawl out.

However, the ability of the Corpse-Planting and Ghost-Nurturing Scripture was even more powerful; this old fellow ultimately did not escape the fate of being sacrificed.

"It was indeed the right choice not to use this thing directly!"

"The old thing inside wasn't dead at all!"

Startled, Lin Feng couldn't help but curse a couple of times, and then he saw the changes in the Qianmian Zhi Gui.

This ghost, which was originally an old man wearing paper clothes and layers of paper masks, now began to have a large number of complex, eerie patterns appearing on its paper clothes.

At the same time, with this ghost as the center, a large amount of paper began to continuously extend outward. These papers were not white paper, nor were they toilet paper.

They were papers painted with various evil ghosts, majestic cities, white-bone mountains and rivers, and rivers of blood.

As these papers spread, a large number of strange and bizarre evil ghosts began to take shape, cities rose directly from the ground, the majestic white-bone mountains and rivers were crazily growing larger, and the red paper river began to extend into the distance!

At this moment, Lin Feng felt as if he were seeing a world made of paper taking shape, and its scale was still growing larger and larger!

"It has ascended!"

Lin Feng was no longer surprised by this performance; this was the unique manifestation that only a Disaster Ghost possessed—the uncontrolled, crazy expansion of the Ghost Domain.

The entire graveyard was quickly filled with paper, and it was still continuously extending in all directions, as if the whole world had turned into paper!

Among these papers, evil ghosts of various forms could fight one another; within the massive city, countless paper figures were slaughtered by the evil ghosts, their heads piled into mountains and their bones built into walls.

These scenes looked exactly the same as the situation when that old man dealt with Lin Feng and dragged him into the Yinjian!

This city had four city gates on its four sides; seeing these four gates, Lin Feng immediately recognized them.

"It's the Ghost Gate! And there are four of them!"

The scenery outside the city did not seem to be much different from the scenery of the Yinjian; the only difference was that these scenes were manifested from paper.