Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Infinite Cycles

Guang Jin stood in front of Mu Qianyun, and the two exchanged glances.

Mu Qianyun furrowed her brow and asked, “Who are you?”

“Who I am is not important; what matters is, do you know who you are? Hehe, you are too deep into your role, thinking you are Mu Qianyun when you are actually a ghost,” Guang Jin replied with a smirk.

“No, I am Mu Qianyun,” the female ghost insisted stubbornly.

“Is that so? Then take a look at this.” Guang Jin pulled out a wooden Buddha statue and smiled slightly, “Mu Qianyun has a Buddha in her heart.”

“Buddha? Yes, I carved the statue myself. I have a Buddha in my heart, yes, yes…” Mu Qianyun suddenly froze, trembling all over.

“Ghosts, oh ghosts! If you wish to worship the Buddha, much must be let go. It is said that if you put down the butcher’s knife, you can become a Buddha. Are you ready?” Guang Jin’s voice echoed in the air.

Suddenly, Mu Qianyun looked up, revealing a strange cold smile, “So you are a demon, using persuasion as your skill.”

“Hahaha!” Guang Jin laughed, “Indeed! I am a demon, with persuasion and deception. I discovered that you are merely an actress; you want to perform your role perfectly. The biggest difference between you and Mu Qianyun is that she has aspirations to offer a transcendent Tathagata Buddha.”

“Are you probing into my depths?” The female ghost erupted in anger, filled with wariness. The demon was an anomaly of heaven and earth, causing her to fall prey without realizing it. She thought she would only expose herself when she encountered Li Yingjun, not expecting her true form to be revealed now.

Guang Jin suddenly said, “No need to connect the dots anymore. The fighting in the Buddhist temple is intense. Those ghost kings can barely protect themselves. An Yun City has surrounded Zhuque Temple with thirteen walls, and the arrow towers from the Ancient City of Yin Ruins are launching fierce assaults. All we need to do is organize our forces for a ranged attack to eliminate them.”

“What a grand ambition, swallowing the entire An Yun City.” The female ghost said coldly, “Does your master no longer wish to save Mu Qianyun?”

“Of course he wants to; my master returned to Dalong to assist Mu Qianyun and eliminate Cheng Yuyan and your master in the process. You all have your souls divided and hidden in different places within the city. This trick won’t work against me.”

Guang Jin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, fragrant aromas rising around him as he said, “I am a demon! Everyone in this city who smells my fragrant Buddha scent, only the ghosts frown at it. Over the past two days, we have investigated everyone and finally located the seal.”

“Damn it!”

The female ghost decisively unleashed a pitch-black dagger aimed at her brow, but the blade halted half an inch away.

“Tsk, tsk!” Guang Jin shook his head and spoke slowly, “How mischievous! Since I stand here, I’m not afraid of your tricks. I was very clear when I said to put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha. Since you sensed my ability is persuasion, regardless of how high your cultivation is, you won’t harm Mu Qianyun in the slightest. Demons, we typically do not abide by logic.”

“Then I will kill you first and then her.” The female ghost attacked Guang Jin.

“This is endless hell!” Guang Jin was no match for the female ghost and was quickly overwhelmed. However, suddenly, he found himself back at the beginning, standing once again in front of Mu Qianyun, staring at her.

Mu Qianyun frowned and asked, “Who are you?”

“Who I am is not important; what matters is, do you know who you are? Hehe, too deep into your role, thinking you are Mu Qianyun when you are really a ghost.”

“No, I am Mu Qianyun,” the female ghost insisted again.

“Is that so? Then take a look at this.” Guang Jin pulled out the wooden Buddha statue and smiled slightly, “Mu Qianyun has a Buddha in her heart.”

It seemed the female ghost forgot what had just happened. They resumed their conversation, and once more, Guang Jin was killed, repeating the scene…

Li Hui pulled back his gaze and asked, “So this cycle keeps repeating due to the endless hell built on the Ancient City of Yin Ruins? Isn’t that a bit childish?”

Guang Jin replied, “For now, it’s the only way. Han Wu’s memory is incomplete, and he is using treasures to recall the secret techniques of the endless hell. Only then will the Ancient City of Yin Ruins be useful for us. We can use various powerful structures to set up formations, and if we combine it with my master’s talisman methods, we can make endless hell however we want. Right now, I’m just sealing my power within a minute time and space, in cycles, letting her kill me ninety thousand times to see if she has any strength left.”

“If we can truly construct endless hell, it would indeed be terrifying!” Li Hui nodded. After two hours of waiting for Han Wu and the guardians to clear the ghostly beings from Zhuque Temple, he finally set off.

The female ghost occupying Mu Qianyun’s body was quite a tricky opponent, so they used this bizarre way to gradually wear down her power, even using the Time-Flowing Talisman to accelerate the flow of time, cycling hundreds of times in a brief moment to see how she would respond.

Guang Jin sealed his power within the endless hell, supported repeatedly by the Golden Shell Buddhist Nation and the Ancient City of Yin Ruins, currently sustaining it for ninety thousand cycles without issue.

Initially, it was easy for the female ghost to kill Guang Jin, but after just a few thousand cycles, she began to tire. Eventually, there were methods to draw her out of Mu Qianyun’s body little by little; soon, there would be no obstacles in the ghostly den…

In the distant mountains, in the Spirit Stream, at the thirty-fifth branch of the Ghost Fox Sect,

The nine-colored divine deer appeared overhead, swiftly moving down toward a pile of golden liquid, which fluttered down to the ground, transforming into golden veils that covered the entire Spirit Stream, outlining various formations and secret placements.

“The Wind-Setting Spirit Water is truly useful; everything is clear at a glance, even how many Ghost Foxes there are can be seen clearly.”

A voice echoed from the main hall of the branch, “What kind of high-level demon cultivator comes to cast spells here?”

“It is I! Li Yingjun.” Li Hui raised his hands, launching a series of ceramic jars, each filled with fire seeds nurtured by spirit talismans and treasure talismans. Once the jars shattered, they would burn fiercely, and the different flames would quickly blend to create talisman flames that could burn anything.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The flames surged higher, and earlier, using the Wind-Setting Spirit Water to broadly check the layout of the Ghost Fox Sect branch was just so that he could throw the ceramic jars and maximize the effects of the talisman flames.

“How dare a cultivator infiltrate our territory? Kill!” Hundreds of Ghost Foxes soared into the sky, suddenly illuminated by a great red glow, revealing a large rooster in the center, crowing incessantly.

“Ah! The Morning Rooster Yang God!”

The Ghost Foxes shrieked, and the red glow poured down like a waterfall from the sky. Although the lethality was not as strong as expected, it scattered them into disarray.

“This is the pure Yang energy accumulated over the years from the Meridian Ancient Tomb, which I incorporated into the decree and can be used twelve times.” Li Hui commanded the decree to explode in succession, and by the time the Ghost Foxes hit the ground, they had already lost more than half of their number.

The decree consumed the pure Yang energy, and the vast sky transformed into swarms of insects, “Crackling” sounds erupting as black thunder fell upon the hordes of Ghost Foxes, marking their doom.

Suddenly, a Ghost Fox with six black-purple tails leaped into the air. Li Hui narrowed his eyes, for this was the Fox King he had been waiting for. He quickly pulled out a bamboo tube and activated its mechanism.

With a “bang,” the Fox King stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his body plummeted to the ground, his ghostly form rapidly dissipating.

“The Yin Bone Spike produced from the Earth Palace of the Celestial Divide, a deadly weapon prepared for the successors by predecessors of the Haotu Sect, specializes in harming ghostly souls and spirits. I’ve inscribed runes on it to greatly increase its lethality.”