Outside the ancient graves, a wild wind swept in, dispersing the black mist and revealing the true appearance of this place.
Thousands of ancient graves, thousands of ghostly spirits.
In the very center, a reddish-gold True Dragon dozens of zhang tall coiled, its roars shaking heaven and earth. Opposite it stood a humanoid behemoth pieced together from countless skeletons.
Wang Xuanyi's aura surged violently as magic power welled up within him. Countless secret runes swirled around his body, radiating a clear, bright light. With Yin and Yang alternating in his eyes, he looked like a True Immortal descending—sacred and indescribable!
“So these are the Netherworld Immortal Eyes—an eye technique of taboo that astounds, deceives, and defies the heavens, feared by all cultivators.”
The Immortal Phoenix took a sip of wine, her heart filled with complex emotions.
The history of the Netherworld Immortal Eyes was ancient, tracing back several epochs.
They were a pair of taboo eyes that could see through all illusions in the world and govern the life and death of all things, an existence tolerated by neither heaven and earth nor the three thousand Great Daos.
According to legend, those eyes had only appeared once from ancient times to the present day, and that single occurrence had become a nightmare for all cultivators.
They ignored karma, bypassed laws, and feared not the three thousand Great Daos. Existing as their own entity, they could suppress an entire generation and deceive the grand power of heaven and earth.
That era had once been rewritten; only by transcending the world and looking down upon the river of time could one uncover even a few whispered secrets about them.
“Boy, those eyes of yours... this seat will take them!”
The ghost immortal spat out bloody light as a blood-colored ghostly figure gradually coalesced at its chest. Under the illumination of the bloody light, thousands of solitary graves and thousands of ghostly spirits dissolved into a bloody mist, continuously merging into the blood-colored ghostly figure.
Seeing this, Wang Xuanyi frowned, a sudden sense of danger rising within him.
“Go!”
With a wave of his hand, Wang Xuanyi's magic power surged, and runes gathered to form a palm print that shot straight toward the blood-colored ghostly figure.
Next, golden lotuses bloomed from Wang Xuanyi's palms, Dao fire ignited in his eyes, and several wisps of immortal qi coiled around him before transforming into a fiery lotus, which he hurled at the ghostly figure.
Two great techniques were unleashed in quick succession as taboo divine abilities manifested. Be it immortal paths or runes, Wang Xuanyi threw everything he had at the enemy, with only one goal in mind—to suppress and slay!
“Hehehe...”
Unafraid, the ghostly figure, formed from tens of thousands of streams of bloody energy, stared coldly and ruthlessly with its pitch-black eyes. It reached out a small, blood-colored hand, and countless streams of bloody energy swirled, forcefully devouring both attacks.
Boom!
Right at that moment, the humanoid skeleton dozens of zhang tall collapsed. Its bright red heart stopped beating, turning completely ash-gray, and the blood vessels on its ribs were absorbed by the blood-colored ghostly figure, losing all vitality.
“Is this your true form?”
Covered in blood vessels all over, it had no other facial features besides that pair of black eyes. It was truly a faceless ghost immortal.
“This seat does not like to show my true face to others, but for the Netherworld Immortal Eyes, I believe it is worth it,” an ethereal and sinister voice echoed from within the ghost immortal's body.
“Heh, take them if you have the ability!”
Wang Xuanyi pressed his index and middle fingers together, his eyes shining with brilliant light. Pairs of heterochromatic eyes instantly blanketed the entire space, enveloping the blood-colored ghostly figure within.
“Boy, you cannot unleash the true power of the Netherworld Immortal Eyes. Why not hand them over to this seat for safekeeping? I can guarantee you a seat as a True Immortal. How about it?”
The blood-colored ghostly figure attempted to negotiate.
The Netherworld Immortal Eyes were taboo eyes, after all. Reaching the mere True Immortal Realm would be nothing more than a matter of time for their owner; it was no obstacle at all.
Otherwise, it would be a disservice to the heaven-deceiving power of these eyes.
“Cut the crap and take my punch!”
Wang Xuanyi soared into the air, gravel flying beneath his feet. His fist glowed with fierce, unstoppable power as he charged straight ahead like a rampaging beast.
The ghost immortal said nothing. Its black eyes stared coldly at Wang Xuanyi as the thousands of blood vessels coiling around its body flew out like living creatures, quickly raising a barrier in front of it to block him.
Boom!
The fierce fist print smashed directly through the blood-colored barrier, driving straight toward the ghost immortal's head.
“Hehe, boy, you have merely received the inheritances of a few minor immortals. Did you really think this seat would be as weak as them?!”
The ghost immortal chuckled softly and slowly extended a finger. With just a gentle tap, ripples spread through the void, and the fiercely powerful fist print shattered into pieces.
Hands clasped behind its back, the ghost immortal strolled through the air, its black eyes fixed intently on Wang Xuanyi. It sneered, “Even if this seat's strength is far from what it used to be, I am still not an existence that a mere insect like you can hope to touch.”
“Just a mere remnant soul, yet you talk so big.”
Paramita flower patterns bloomed beneath Wang Xuanyi's feet as he paced through the void. Just like the ghost immortal, he stared back intently, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
The two faced off for several seconds before striking simultaneously as if by instinct. Their movements were so fast that the naked eye could barely track them.
Boom!
They collided, fist meeting fist, eyes locked in a fierce clash of wills. The void tore open, revealing a crack born of their sheer, unadulterated power.
“Not bad, not bad. To think you possess power rivaling the Nascent Soul Realm. This seat truly underestimated you,” the ghost immortal nodded in appreciation.
It made its decision: rather than just taking the Netherworld Immortal Eyes, it would directly possess his body. This would save it the trouble of reconstructing a physical form. Afterward, it could worry about whether they were a perfect match.
Even if they weren't, it had ways to force a perfect adaptation.
“Too bad I won't be returning the compliment.”
Wang Xuanyi sneered, his eyes opening wide. Several immortal eyes within the barrier snapped open, and an immeasurable pressure instantly flooded the entire space.
“Haha, a mere supp—ression?!”
Before it could finish its words, Wang Xuanyi's chest swelled as several streams of immortal qi flowed into his mouth. Four words burst forth: “True Dragon's Fury!”
A dragon's roar struck directly at the soul, raising a wave of air that swept through the space. The resonant sound cleansed all evil and shattered tens of thousands of large graves.
The wandering ghostly spirits also shattered under this roar, completely dispersing.
The close-range dragon's roar struck the ghost immortal directly, causing it to fall to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing into a crater dozens of meters deep.
“Hah—”
Wang Xuanyi breathed out hot air, white smoke drifting from the corners of his mouth. Then, repeating the trick, his abdomen rose and fell as a violent fire surged into his throat.
“Dragon Flame!” he bellowed.
Roar!
The True Dragon's breath spewed from his mouth, the golden flames striking the ground directly. Immeasurable suppressing runes filled the air as several chains of magic power shot out from all directions of the barrier, binding the ghost immortal in the crater and forcing it to face the strike head-on!
“Ahhh!!!”
The fire burned intensely, filled with dragon majesty. The ghost immortal let out a sharp, agonizing shriek. Within the flames, a blood-colored figure could be seen struggling, its countless blood vessels trying to break through the chains, only to be incinerated by the True Dragon's fire.
“Boy, this seat will not let you off!”
Enraged, the ghost immortal released black runes. The resentment and deathly energy of this place converged toward the crater, and the long-dispersed black mist swept in once more, also gathering toward the ghost immortal.
This time, it was truly furious.
Be it during the era of the ten thousand immortals or throughout its tens of thousands of years of imprisonment here, this was the first time it had been pushed to such an extent, reduced to a pathetic state.
“Extreme Transformation!”
The ghost immortal roared, and a black phantom of a Buddha materialized within the crater. With just a single swing of its sword, the magic power chains shattered and the True Dragon's flames were extinguished.
With all the blood vessels coiling around its body burned away, the ghost immortal finally revealed its true form: a hunched, skin-and-bones monster with a pitch-black body, sharp horns on its head, and a mouth full of fangs.
Behind it stood the black Buddha phantom, its eyes wide with rage, its mouth full of fangs. Wearing a black-gold crown and wielding a sharp weapon, it looked like a demonic creature straight out of hell.
“Tsk, tsk. I thought you were something special, but you're just a fallen Buddha. No wonder you didn't dare show your true face and set up a fake path of Samsara here. You were just trying to cheat your way into earning merit,” Wang Xuanyi said disdainfully.
A so-called fallen Buddha was exactly what it sounded like: a fallen Buddhist cultivator. Instead of delivering salvation to the world with compassion, they loved slaughter and feasted on flesh and blood.
Fallen Buddhist cultivators typically shared certain characteristics: they grew demonic horns on their heads, were as thin as skeletons, and had pitch-black bodies, teetering on the edge of becoming true ghostly creatures.
The one before him could no longer even be called a fallen Buddha; it had completely become a ghostly creature. It had even deceived heaven and earth to conceal its Buddhist nature, transforming itself into a ghost to cultivate the ghost path and taking the title of ghost immortal.
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