Chapter 270

Chapter 270: The Ghost Formation Crumbles

“Pfft…” The Ghost Blood Dress spat out blood wildly, and no one remained near the high platform; they all transformed into blood mist and scattered. Her head split open as she screamed frantically, “The calamity has come! No, please! Just a step away! I won’t accept it! Just one step and I could be revered for generations, a mother to the world!”

The scene above the altar was chaotic. The experts from the Hongmo Sect used their powers to cover the sky, while the red magic cultivators unleashed destructive divine thunder that nearly shattered the palaces below.

Did the Grand Xuan Dynasty think they could set up a private underworld without consulting the Hongmo Sect? Although the Hongmo Sect had inadvertently spared this place while capturing cultivators, it was because the sheep were not fat enough—not time to shear the sheep yet.

When the experts from the Hongmo Sect discovered that this sheep was stepping out of line, they immediately moved to destroy it without hesitation. This matter was far more important than chasing down any fish that slipped through the net; they had to handle it properly to prevent this sheep from escaping the pen.

At this moment, the various sects from the sea began to stir up trouble. The Grand Xuan Dynasty had played a trick on them today, and no one knew if the disciples who stepped onto Xuantian Road were still alive! How could they let it go? Many disciples were the future of their families! If anything went wrong, how would they explain it to their families and sects?

Li Hui set up a contingency plan, signaling the major sects to stir chaos. But the overwhelming entry of the Hongmo Sect threw everything into even greater disarray, surpassing expectations.

It seemed life was not yet finished with him; in the depths of fate, Li Hui took Qinan as a scapegoat, and he would surely offer prayers for him later.

Li Jiner and the others were stunned, not knowing how to respond; where had they seen such a grand scene before? Li Hui, however, remained calm throughout.

He cautiously assessed for a moment, detecting no immediate danger, and moved to fly up to the high platform. A quick glance revealed that the Ghost Blood Dress’s purple teapot and Feng Du’s wooden mask were shattered, leaving behind terrifying blood handprints.

These two items must not be touched; moving them would spell disaster!

Li Hui waved a hand to move the Ghost Blood Dress aside and took her seat quietly, feeling the atmosphere. He secretly formed hand seals, but the Five Ghosts Transportation Talisman showed no reaction.

“Could it be because the Ghost Formation beneath our feet isn’t complete?”

While pondering this, he heard countless explosions as carriages rushed out from the distant shadows. Li Jiner took a deep breath and quickly brought the other four to the platform, standing behind Li Hui.

“Creeeak, creeeak…” Nearly one hundred carriages surrounded the high platform, arranged in a staggered yet orderly manner, with minimal gaps in between.

At the command of an officer, the black cloth covering the carriages was removed. Each carriage carried a blade shaped like a dragon’s head, with bright guillotines firmly binding the man in the dragon robe with magical ropes.

Li Hui’s eyelids twitched violently at this sight. All the men, from gray-haired elders to youthful strapping lads, were unmistakably princes. The soldiers turned back, seeing a holy decree floating toward Xuantian Road, bearing only one word: “Execute!”

“His Majesty commands: Execution!”

The princes screamed, “Ah! Zheng Jinlin, you didn’t keep your word! You promised to spare us, yet here you are, planning to kill us and confine us in the Ghost Formation, so our souls can never escape!”

“I hate it! Why didn’t I strangle you back then?”

“Heaven, are you blind? How could you allow such a parricide to ascend the throne? Calamity, calamity, calamity! I curse you—may you have a wretched death!”

The mass fury was futile as the guillotines went “chop, chop!” and ninety-nine heads tumbled and rolled, blood spraying from their necks, horrifying the six on the high platform.

Qinan’s overweight master and lanky uncle approached, holding Buddhist artifacts, followed by eighteen cultivators wearing fierce ghostly masks, chanting around a large pool of blood and occasionally scattering golden powder.

Li Hui understood—this was an emergency backup plan, ready to act if something went wrong.

By executing ninety-nine princes, he had effectively slaughtered ninety-nine brothers. The New Emperor of the Grand Xuan was indeed ruthless. Feeling that the six on the high platform posed no threat, they proceeded with their tasks without even glancing their way.

In the depths of fate, the connection between Yin and Yang summoned an indescribable force.

Screams erupted from the carriages as the soldiers responsible for executing the princes all bled from their seven orifices and died. The fat monk and the thin monk bled from their mouths and noses, yet dared not stop, frantically spreading golden powder to ward off misfortune.

“Calamity power re-emerges!” Li Hui looked around. His fingers moved rapidly, and the high platform was immediately engulfed in thick mist. The Yin-Yang Nine Heads quietly burrowed into the ground, merging silently into the Ghost Formation, waiting to blend in with the changes in Yin-Yang.

About two incense sticks later, dark energies gathered, black smoke swirling, hinting at the formation of a Ghost Gate, as if thousands of troops were charging through, returning from the underworld to the mortal realm.

Even Li Hui felt a shiver down his spine, let alone the five beside him. Suddenly, a roar came from above: “Still not giving up? The new ruler of the Grand Xuan acts stubbornly; do not blame us Hongmo Sect for being ruthless!”

“Crack…” A gigantic palm print pierced through layers of barriers, crashing down.

“Bold madman!” The high-level demon cultivator from the Grand Xuan Dynasty struck back, heavy sounds resounding above, but the terrifying palm print continued its relentless approach. The two monks let out shrill cries, lifting their arms in defense, their backs illuminated with brilliant light as they unleashed all their Buddhist artifacts to resist.

The eighteen ghost-masked cultivators exerted all their strength to protect the Ghost Formation from being destroyed by the terrifying palm print, but little did they expect that the massive palm print concealed a secret thunder stone, which detonated with a force equivalent to a full attack from a late-stage practitioner of the myriad forms.

Demon cultivators never played by the rules. The two monks and the eighteen masked cultivators all had cultivation at the Bosa stage, yet they could not escape from the terrifying might of the secret thunder stone. Their bodies collapsed, their flesh and blood mangled, becoming part of the Ghost Formation.

In a heartbeat, thousands of troops seemed to burst forth from the Ghost Gate, and the power of the Ghost Formation soared, colliding with the overwhelming demon energy.

Li Jiner released a dazzling golden pagoda to withstand the impact, but the next moment, the pagoda crumbled, and she was thrown off, losing consciousness instantly.

Luo Benchu and Chen Changsheng simultaneously activated their life-saving measures, but the storm of attacks from all directions was too strong, causing both to spit blood as they fell from the high platform. Rouran and Cui Ranran were even worse off, having no time to defend, collapsing to the ground, unaware if they lived or died.

Only Li Hui remained, as behind him rose a six-armed golden body Arhat. A circle of talisman light quickly intertwined into a talisman formation, constantly slicing through the impact and force. When the Ghost Formation finally regained a slight advantage, it barely managed to endure the most difficult moment.

“Goodness, how shameless! Sending such high-level experts to hunt me down, using a siege hammer to swat a mosquito. I can’t believe the Hongmo Sect would do this.”

Li Hui was unaware that the order to hunt him down came directly from the sect leader of the Hongmo Sect, far more potent than any decree from the Emperor of the Grand Xuan. It wasn’t just about using a siege hammer—a previous ancestor had even been sent personally to hunt him down; this was already a downgrade in seriousness!

The high platform crumbled, the Ghost Formation revealing hundreds of wide cracks.

Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Nine Heads sent forth vague light and shadows. Li Hui’s heart stirred, and he quickly formed hand seals, sensing a reaction from the Five Ghosts Transportation Talisman.