Chapter 609: The Remnant Soul

Today was an absolute nightmare for the Rat-Headed Man. He had no idea where that damned fellow had popped out from; originally, he had assumed the other party was just some minor character.

He never expected that the more they fought, the more alarmed he would become, and the worse the situation would get. The Three Sages of the Underworld had roamed the Cangming Jie for thousands of years and had never encountered such a situation!

However, as long as he could escape, he would be able to make a comeback!

They were not lacking in resurrection methods; at worst, they could just perform a few more blood sacrifices to recover their strength!

At this critical juncture, the Rat-Headed Man used his innate divine ability to transform into a swarm of rats, fleeing in all directions. Although many of his rat avatars were killed, as long as one could escape, he would be able to recover quickly.

Yet, just as he was about to escape the entrance of the Xian Gong, a figure he least wanted to see stood there.

"I never imagined that the dignified Three Sages of the Underworld would flee in such a pathetic state. This posture is far less majestic than before!"

Lin Feng's gaze was like lightning as he looked at one of the fleeing rats, sneering before mocking him.

These three fellows had previously acted as if they were high and mighty, slaughtering at will.

"Hmph! You little thief, you win today, but do you really think we are easy to bully?"

"Hehe, just wait. When the time comes, I will surely make you die and your soul be extinguished!"

Seeing Lin Feng appear here, the Rat-Headed Man understood that the other party would never let him go. Thus, he stopped fleeing, screamed a reply, and then directly exploded into a pool of rotten meat.

"Sigh, troublesome!"

Seeing the other party do this, Lin Feng could only shake his head, then collected the surrounding flesh and blood fragments, wondering if this stuff could still complete the corpse-planting process.

The battle inside the Xian Gong had also ended; the Black Pig and Black Wolf had both been killed, and Lin Feng's avatars had suffered heavy losses as well. In a short time, only two of the seven avatars remained.

However, such losses were nothing to Lin Feng; he was already quite satisfied with the harvest from coming to the Xian Gong this time.

Next was to open the great hall in the center of the Xian Gong and see what exactly was inside!

Harboring such thoughts, Lin Feng walked step by step to the front of that great hall again. After glancing around slightly, he placed his hands on the great doors and began to exert force to push them.

"Hmph!"

However, these doors were even heavier than he had imagined. With his current strength, he was actually unable to push them open. Helpless, he could only call his clones to work together and push the doors with force again!

"Click, click, click."

This time it clearly had an effect. The heavy doors began to emit a teeth-grinding sound, and then the two doors began to open a crack.

But immediately after, an indescribable feeling emanated from behind the doors, and Lin Feng's heart began to beat wildly and uncontrollably.

"Click, click, click—Bang!"

Finally, the two great doors were pushed completely open, and the scene inside the great hall was presented directly before Lin Feng's eyes.

Inside was an exceptionally vast space. From the entrance to the other end, there were sixteen thick pillars lined up. In front of the pillars were special stone figures that looked like sculptures; they must be some kind of puppet.

At the end of these things sat a stone table, upon which several items were scattered; behind the stone table was a stone chair, and sitting upon it was a person wearing a black mask.

But when Lin Feng walked into this great hall, that person wearing the black mask moved suddenly, and then a weak voice reached Lin Feng's ears: "You have come."

"Who are you?"

Hearing this voice, Lin Feng tensed up instantly. He had never expected that there would still be someone alive inside!

"No need to be nervous. I am merely a person who has already died; apart from being able to speak, I can do nothing."

Seeming to see Lin Feng's vigilance, the other party's voice reached Lin Feng's ears again, though Lin Feng did not quite believe it.

"Are you the ancient source Ghost Immortal who escaped when the Underworld was destroyed back then?"

Although he felt it was impossible, Lin Feng still couldn't help but ask him.

"No, he already died thousands of years ago, and I am just a shadow left behind, a fragment of memory."

However, after the other party shook his head, he said such a sentence. If put that way, it could still be explained.

"I see. Then why did he leave you behind? What is the purpose?"

Lin Feng continued to move forward while his gaze swept across the surroundings, finally arriving in front of the stone table to continue asking the other party.

"Purpose? There is no purpose. The Underworld has been destroyed, reincarnation has been extinguished, and from now on, all living beings in the world will never be liberated. He wanted to die completely, which is why he completely separated all his memories."

"And I am merely waiting here for someone to arrive and hand over all the things in my hands to him."

The other party still appeared very natural, as if nothing could cause a change in his emotions, merely narrating to Lin Feng in an extremely flat tone.

"In other words, you were waiting for me?"

Lin Feng associated this with the *Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture* on his body and couldn't help but continue to ask the other party.

"Yes and no. To me, it doesn't matter who comes, as long as he carries that book and opens these doors."

"Now you have done it, so that person is you."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh speechlessly. He always had the feeling that the other party was like someone who had lived enough, now having no interest in anything, merely executing his own orders mechanically and numbly.

"Alright then, I happen to have some things I want to ask. What exactly happened during the destruction of the Underworld in the ancient era? What is the origin of this *Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture*? And what are the uses of the things on the table?"

Lin Feng was not polite either; he pulled over a chair and sat directly opposite the other party, then asked a pile of questions.

"What happened? Things change from prosperity to decline; there is no need for a reason. Human hearts change, and the pursuit of power, desire, and strength is endless. The declining Underworld became prey for all sides, and in the end, it was swallowed and carved up by a pack of wolves. Only some important things were taken away, that is all."

"As for that book, it has no special origin. Some call it the Earth Book, some consider it the foundation of the Tianzun's enlightenment, and some think it is a supreme treasure, but how to use it is your business."

"The things on the table are even simpler. One brush is named the Mountain and River Brush; controlling this brush allows one to sketch the landscape, changing the flow of the earth veins in a region. The other brush is named the Life and Death Brush; combined with the book in your hand, it can change a person's life and death. However, changing fate does not change the heavens; once some things are done, one will pay an unimaginable price."

"The last item is the Underworld Treasure Seal. Only by holding this seal can one mobilize the Underworld's troops and command the various sides of the Underworld. However, the Underworld has long since vanished into smoke; it is nothing more than a special stone."

The words spoken by the other party still had no ripples, as if everything in his mouth was nothing more than that, but Lin Feng had detected some abnormalities. ===== CHAPTER 610 =====