Chapter 633

Chapter 633: Extreme Radiance

In the north of the Yin Moon Dynasty, at the residence of Prince An, near the northern foothills of the Ghost Mountain.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"

In this ghostly vale, a gentle breeze unexpectedly blew, and amidst the swaying shadows, a young Daoist soared through the air.

In an instant, the Daoist disappeared from view. Thousands of ghosts roamed the night, and it was rare to see a ghost king leading carts and steeds, even more impressive than the grand display of Prince An when he traveled.

Some ghostly beings quietly communicated, “This convoy has come from the wild ghost vale. I wonder who could command a hundred ghost kings to bow down.”

“Look quickly, Prince An received the news and sent his army!” The chattering ghosts scattered like birds and beasts.

The dark army surged closer, filled with a deadly aura, but in a flash of light and shadow, where were the hundred ghosts now? Only a little Daoist stood in the air.

A voice echoed from afar, “Who are you, ghost cultivator? Why do your hundred ghosts emit such erratic auras? You have entered the territory of the Yin Moon Dynasty, daring to put on such a show—how bold…”

Just then, “Crack!” A bolt of Yin Thunder struck down, shaking the surroundings.

“Is that tribulation thunder? Did a ghost king just advance to ghost emperor?” The voice sounded puzzled, but soon ominous sounds rumbled from the sky. Red clouds gathered, and terrifying Yin Thunder crackled down one after another.

The young Daoist laughed heartily as he flicked his Daoist robe. The sky was engulfed by red clouds swirling into a vortex, and millions of purple lightning bolts cascaded down. All the red clouds and Yin Thunder vanished into his Daoist robe.

“Good! The last ghost king has also become a ghost emperor now. I hope they transform into heavenly ghosts quickly; then this Daoist robe will be truly remarkable.”

The young Daoist was none other than Li Hui. This body was reborn from the Dragon Child Bi Lan. After traversing the chaotic dualities of Yin and Yang and spending three hundred years nurturing his spirit, he had forged a Chaotic Dao Body. He had transitioned from death to a new life, akin to living a second life.

Of course, it was Li Hui who lived this second life. This Chaotic Dao Body resembled a Dao Fruit and had a strong connection with his Legal form. Given some time, he could achieve significant accomplishments. This Chaotic Dao Body had been tempered by Yang fire for fifty-five years, reaching the standard of a Pure Yang Body, far surpassing the strength of a late-stage Traveling Realm cultivator.

Now, Li Hui’s Legal form was extremely refined. The nurturing from Initial Yang Fire had benefits for his spirit, though these benefits were incredibly hard to bear.

Having consumed two treasures from the crystal palace meant for soul nurturing, he still took a lengthy three hundred years to recover, illustrating the severity of the damage. If he relied solely on his spirit to recover, he might not awaken even upon the invasion of the Demonic Essence World.

Currently, the dark army was surrounding him. Li Hui glanced around, and suddenly a loud bang erupted from his waist.

The sound of the Soul Crushing Drum spread out, and waves of the dark army turned to dust, scattering their formations. The defeat was overwhelming and unstoppable.

Those powerful ghostly beings had long since fled; being strong and bullying the weak was the foremost rule for their survival. Why would the little Daoist, so formidable, stay put and await annihilation?

Li Hui shook his head. He was in a hurry and had no time to linger and slay these ghostly beings.

Prime Minister Turtle knew the operational trajectory of the Extreme Huan Continent like the back of his hand. Not long ago, he calculated backward three hundred years, pinpointing the exact time when a spatial rift would appear at Ghost Mountain. Not only could he use this rift to return to the human realm, but he could also visit the Extreme Huan Continent to experience its local customs. Thus, he hastened from Chongguang with great speed to arrive here.

The Extreme Huan Continent was very mysterious. Extreme Huans would appear quietly and then disappear just as quietly. Their exploration of the timelines was far ahead of other continents. Various signs indicated that Extreme Huans were better prepared for calamities than Nine Maangs Practitioners.

As the city lord of Mufeng City, Li Hui had already encountered the high-level secrets of the Nine Maang Continent. He knew many sects there were attempting to fish out one or more Dark Immortals from the river of time for their disciples to trial and kill.

According to the beliefs of most sects on the Nine Maang Continent, these Dark Immortals were the root causes of chaos in the world. Slaying Dark Immortals could cleanse the world of calamity.

Li Hui had come to realize that the prolonged calamity on the Nine Maang Continent was the reason why, after three hundred years, someone on the Wutu Continent had improved the treasure cabinet, inadvertently prying into their matters. Yet so many high-level cultivators could not spare the effort to exterminate a mere low-level cultivator.

Killing Dark Immortals was too advanced; it was like ants trying to take down an elephant. On the Nine Maang Continent, it would take all the experts to suppress it, so how could Li Hui, the Brother, dare to provoke a powerful force? He was eager to reach the Extreme Huan Continent to find a solution for the existence at Wan Nest Island, seeking not to slaughter, but to discreetly lure it out.

“Three hundred years have passed! There are regrets; Senior Chen Mengde should have returned to the Wutu Continent long ago, and the silver snake bracelet has already entered the scripture hall of the Jade Symbol Sect. History has returned to its original track, or perhaps it never changed; everything was predestined.”

Li Hui sighed as he finally found the time-space rift. Due to the layers of barriers set up by the Extreme Huan Continent, it was as if it didn’t exist in the human realm, making it nearly impossible for outside cultivators to enter.

Occasionally, if a cultivator managed to enter, they would quickly be expelled and forget everything they experienced, making it quite mysterious and unfathomable.

Information about the Extreme Huan Continent was passed down from Void Riding Cultivators; only those at that level could catch a glimpse of its secrets. However, in recent two to three thousand years, news had become increasingly scarce. Extreme Huans had evidently anticipated unforeseen events and were gradually hiding the Extreme Huan Continent away in hopes of surviving the greatest calamity of the Dharma Demon world.

Li Hui stepped inside, and underneath his feet was a stretch of orange-yellow, while overhead appeared like the bottom of a lake, with rippling waves sparkling.

Understanding was one thing, but experiencing it was another.

This time-space rift was a ripple produced by the movement of the Extreme Huan Continent, perfectly overlapping with the timeframe of the Yin Moon Dynasty. The next time the rift would appear would be in one hundred twenty years.

Thus, missing this opportunity meant waiting for another one hundred twenty years—Li Hui could not afford to be careless.

Before long, he felt himself beginning to plummet as the surroundings brightened suddenly. He welcomed the long-lost sunlight with a pleasant mood as mountains and rivers rushed toward him amidst the roar.

“Eh?”

Li Hui was taken aback and widened his eyes. Through Bai Ze’s divine eye, he discovered that the Extreme Huan Continent was unbelievably populated. Massive cities with millions of cultivators were abundant, and mega cities with tens of millions of cultivators were even more clustered.

“How is this possible? How could there be cities with such a massive population? Hundreds of millions of cultivators gathering? Are all cultivators on the Extreme Huan Continent breeding like livestock? Is there a super enormous city further out with billions of cultivators? What are the Extreme Huan cultivators up to? How much Miao Jade do so many cultivators consume each year?”

Suddenly, a barely perceptible spiritual sense swept over.

Although it was not easy to detect, it was not undetectable. At least, Bai Ze’s divine eye could spot the signs.

Li Hui hurriedly suppressed all his auras and accelerated his movement. He truly wanted to see the Extreme Huan Continent and uncover how it could nurture so many cultivators.

However, the situation became grim. Just as he shifted to a new location, dozens of spiritual senses appeared, as if they were searching like oracles.

“Am I exposed? No, it should not be yet. It seems I need to find a suitable identity to blend into the Extreme Huan; otherwise, I risk exposure wherever I go.”