Chapter 427

Chapter 427: Yin Shape vs. Black Banner

Li Hui attacked the mountain and eliminated ghostly creatures, showcasing numerous fierce techniques. This elderly woman dared to come alone, clearly relying on something. So rather than wait for her to make a move, he decided to strike first to probe her foundation.

The four artifacts burned brightly, and the evening energy expanded violently. The elderly woman screamed as she attempted to break out. Unfortunately, the Evil Bell and Evening Drum Symbol was far too wicked; once touched, it clung on, turning ghostly beings to ashes, let alone a half-human, half-ghost creature.

“Ah!”

The scream echoed far away, and the elderly woman’s body shattered as if thousands of years had passed. With a gust of wind, she instantly turned to dust, leaving no bones behind, while the six-tailed Ghost Fox dashed away in the distance.

Trying to escape? Not so easy!

The evening energy pierced a line, transforming into a pillar that chased after her. Li Hui felt heart-stopping terror, with cold sweat running down his back, unable to believe how devastating the explosion of four artifacts could be.

“Devastating it may be! I once swore to eliminate every practitioner of the Ghost Fox Sect I encounter, even if I cannot search their souls; I must clean them out, leaving no future troubles.”

Having drained the sixth Xuan Yin Pool, Li Hui stepped upward.

Just as he was about to cross a barrier, a thunderous sound filled the air, and the six-tailed Ghost Fox appeared oddly, half of its body already collapsing inward. It shrieked in rage, “Die!”

Full of hatred and fury!

“Impressive, still alive…” Li Hui’s form faded, and when he reappeared, he found himself at the seventh Xuan Yin Pool. There, a mass of blazing fire rose from the mountainside, scorching through time and space, accompanied by overwhelming thunder sounds that could not be described in words; this was the Ghost Fox’s lethal move.

With time and space in chaos, how could flesh and blood survive? Even if one’s External Transformation was not a flesh body, falling into that chaos would not bode well.

This six-tailed Ghost Fox underestimated Li Hui. Since leaving the Jade Symbol Sect, he had been grappling daily with life and death.

Enduring through struggles without dying, he had become astute! Every disturbance from the enemy, every breath of energy, every glare etched itself into his mind, turning reaction into instinct.

In this life-and-death confrontation, the immense pressure he had endured made him incredibly difficult to deal with. Yuan Ciheng and his Master, Li Maocai, referred to him as a Hundred Tribulation Cultivator. Now fused with the essence of calamity power, becoming his External Transformation made killing him no easy feat.

“Ah, I see! Phantom Mountain overlaps with this part of Sleepy Moon Ridge, acting as the post the Yin Moon Dynasty used to insert itself into the mortal realm. This place resembles a Yin-Yang barrier.”

Li Hui gazed far and wide, observing the ghost mist covering everything. The dark energy jar absorbed the dark energy, causing the mist to thin out, revealing boundless ghostly shadows swirling around.

Even if the outside world returned to normal, the dark moon still hung overhead here.

The dark moon was the sun of the ghostly realm, breeding countless ghostly beings. The vast Black Mountain beneath his feet was just a small slope in the ghostly maelstrom; summoning more ghosts from beyond the mountain was not a challenge for the ghost king atop it.

Suddenly, a black banner wider than two zhang rose at the summit, displaying the laws of the forest. A voice spread out in all directions: “All ghostly beings of Sleepy Moon Ridge, heed my commands: Destroy the human practitioners! This is the decree; do not disobey!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…” With the chilling winds, the ghost mist grew dense, and countless dark clouds enveloped ghostly figures flying towards this place. Among the clouds, ghosts howled and wailed, filling the air with a heart-stopping dread.

Li Hui laughed loudly at the sky: “Hahaha, thank you for your assistance! Today, my ranking surely will rise.”

“Boom, boom, boom…” Dozens of large black clocks soared into the sky, burning fiercely and unleashing talisman power, exploding outward to expel the evening energy.

In moments, the Evil Bell and Evening Drum Symbol were exhausted, and ashes poured from the sky. With a cold, sharp gaze, Li Hui stepped onto a black stone by the Xuan Yin Pool and waved to release a flurry of ink-black treasure talismans.

These were the Dirty Soil Yin Shape Talismans, corresponding to the vile contrasted against the pure. The entire mountain was covered in ashes, and with the dirty soil present—with the evil and evening energy—this environment was perfect for these talismans to unleash their power.

Next, a strange scene unfolded: The ground emitted a “gurgling” sound as all the ashes vanished, and the evil and evening energy followed suit, frightening the six-tailed Ghost Fox to keep its distance from Li Hui.

Atop the mountain, the black banner waved incessantly, urging the ghostly beings to attack.

Above, the dark clouds spiraled rapidly as yakshas, asuras, zombies, and blue ghosts all dashed down. Even though those large black clocks had incredible power, Sleepy Moon Ridge concealed countless ghostly beings; for every batch he eliminated, another would come, appearing endlessly.

Li Hui suddenly shouted, “Command!”

From his back, two hazy black shadows rose, resembling two massive doors. No, they were not doors but a pair of giant palms, which clapped together with a “smack.”

The plunging ghostly beings felt deeply uneasy, and not just them; all the ghostly beings in the sky sensed it too, even the black banner at the summit swayed dangerously, nearly falling to the ground.

Where were the ghostly beings? All were crushed to pieces by the giant palms.

This one strike used up all the Dirty Soil Yin Shape Talismans, but Li Hui deemed it worth it. The Jin Tian Sect command token displayed fluctuating numbers, ranking climbing wildly, nearing forty before it finally halted.

The six-tailed Ghost Fox was also crushed; there was no way it would survive.

At this moment, having drained the seventh Xuan Yin Pool, Li Hui retrieved the dark energy jar and continued his ascent.

Li Hui sensed lightly, discovering that the Impermanence Gu had reached a critical moment. It had progressed from spirit talismans to the treasure level, and crossing this threshold caused a massive surge in energy, allowing the dark energy to rise to its peak and quickly recede—eliminating any worries about bursting the dark energy jar or storage talisman.

Upon reaching the eighth Xuan Yin Pool, he spotted two ghost kings approaching together. The first, a blue-faced, fanged ghost king, stood six zhang tall. The second, the Young Ghost King, was handsome and youthful, a ghost cultivator.

It was easy to discern from their auras that the ghost king could form a strange ghostly realm around him, making him a formidable presence among ghostly beings of similar levels. Therefore, one needed to tread carefully when facing him.

The Young Ghost King held a jade flute and smiled faintly, “Today, I have witnessed your prowess and learned that Wutu indeed has talents; it is not a matter of green and yellow failing to connect.”

“Clang…” The Young Ghost King’s expression changed immediately, unable to believe what he saw next.

The blue-faced, fanged ghost king was abruptly severed at the waist; before he could let out a cry, the wound burned fiercely, so he couldn’t make a sound as he sank silently to the ground, with no time for aid.

Li Hui spoke coldly, “The ghost king is slain; my heart feels very well.”

“Outrageous!” The Young Ghost King was shocked and responded immediately. Despite his cultivation, he could not determine how his companion had been dispatched.

What trick was used? A guillotine shattered in the dark.

This guillotine came from the Myriad Forms Stage demon cultivators and was designed to slay large prey. It was adorned with many Talisman of Obstinacy, allowing it to attack without hesitation. Indeed, it managed to kill the blue-faced ghost king; who could blame him for being so massive?

The Young Ghost King transformed the jade flute into a skeletal sword; wherever it went, black flames erupted, forming a first-class yin fire.

Once exposed to such black flames, the outside may appear intact, but the insides would be annihilated. Just as it seemed he would burn Li Hui, a loud bang interrupted, and a Xuanwu Divine Beast emerged on the scene, shaking its head and tail to defend against the attack.

This was the Turtle Mountain Seal; the yin bone sword sliced upward, unleashing icy rays of darkness that penetrated layers of barriers, executing a massive assassination weapon…