“I am the Grand King of Black Water Salvation, the Supreme One, destined to save the multitudes, rectify chaos, restore order to the realms of the living and the dead, and liberate all from the sea of suffering!”
Wu Ming’s voice echoed not only in the world of the living but also penetrated into the underworld, transforming into waves of thunder.
This was not only the dying wish of the Black Platform City God but also Wu Ming’s fundamental duty and mission, and furthermore, it was the great aspiration of the entire universe!
“What is called ‘cultivating truth through falsehood’—half the authority of an Emperor, combined with the celestial merit of aiding souls in reincarnation, along with the prayers of hundreds of thousands of living souls, has truly forged such a divine position!”
At this moment, the deity was also marveling inwardly: “Among the 3,000 great Dao paths and countless other schools, cultivation ultimately converges into one—grasping the primal forces of the world, or rather, attaining authority over this universe…”
Previously, Wu Ming had not clearly understood the various systems of martial arts, Daoism, sorcery, Confucianism, Legalism, and so on, but now, with a panoramic view from above, everything became immediately clear.
What does rank mean? It is merely the difference in the power one controls!
Therefore, the classification of cultivation ranks can be simply represented as Level One, Level Two, Level Three, and so on, with the only distinction being the external manifestation of one’s cosmic fortune.
Though cosmic fortune is but an external factor, it is indeed the embodiment of power!
“And the primal essence of the world manifests as purple within cosmic fortune… higher levels, however, are beyond what I can currently perceive.”
Wu Ming looked upon himself and saw golden and cyan cosmic fortune towering like clouds, within which a thread of purple energy stood proudly, like a king commanding all other energies.
“Now, I too am a deity who controls the primal essence of the world! According to the classification I just deduced, I must be a being of at least Level Six… by the same token, Heishan Jun (Black Mountain Lord) must also be at this level!”
“And yet, his experience far surpasses mine. Even with the merits of salvation compensating somewhat, it’s still insufficient!”
“However… even if activating my last resort previously was not enough to defeat him, things are different now…”
The deity’s eyes peered into the underworld when suddenly they met a gaze burning with azure fury within golden eyes.
“Heishan Jun, is it? Or rather, the embodiment of resentment from the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak?”
Wu Ming sneered, turned his palm, and in an instant, a blazing white light pierced into the underworld. Vast power reverberated through heaven and earth, merging with the faint white glimmers above the underworld.
…
In the underworld, on the outskirts of Heishan Ghost Kingdom’s capital city.
“Charge!” Qing Mangzi gazed at the towering city walls, dozens of zhang high, and roared.
At this point, most of the cavalry behind him had been decimated, but a burning force drove them to give everything they had, striving for even a sliver of survival.
At this moment, within Heishan’s capital city, the yin souls were also affected, dying in droves, yet scaly, monstrous creatures kept emerging—these were Heishan Jun’s followers, brimming with deathly aura and a thirst for destruction, resisting furiously.
Not far away, more and more ghosts and deities who still retained their clarity gathered and joined the assault on the city.
“The foundation of Heishan’s realm in the mortal world is the Black Mountain Range, while its root in the underworld lies in Heishan Ghost Capital! If you don’t want to die… destroy this city!”
Qing Mangzi roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
The cavalry roared in agreement, truly embodying unity in purpose.
Unfortunately, if mere willpower sufficed, what need would there be for slaughter? Within Heishan Ghost Capital, the power of the Lord of Mount Tai’s ritual continuously drew upon the yin souls of the underworld, transforming them into monsters to defend the city.
Moreover, as long as the realm persisted, it would keep draining the army’s spiritual energy until their total annihilation.
At this moment, despite being protected by the “Precious Sutra of the Earth God,” Qing Mangzi’s spiritual flame atop his head was visibly shrinking.
“I have only a few more strikes left, and my soldiers below are even worse…”
Qing Mangzi’s heart sank: “Savior of the Suffering… will you abandon us too?”
After a while, the tide of battle turned increasingly against them. One side was continuously replenished, fearless of death, and supported by the power of formations, while the other was constantly weakened—the outcome was painfully obvious.
“Revenge! Revenge!”
On the battlefield, a young ghost soldier roared, only to be devoured by a monster, his essence dissolving into black vapors that were absorbed away.
Qing Mangzi recognized him—an imprisoned ghost once held by the Five Spirits, bearing a blood feud with Heishan Jun—but now, he too returned to dust.
“Surrender? No! Even if my soul is scattered to oblivion, I will let this tyrant know that the force of resistance and the light of salvation shall forever endure…”
Gritting his teeth, Qing Mangzi saw the monsters charging toward him and drew his long saber: “Charge!”
Hua la!
Just then, an extremely brilliant white light suddenly tore through the underworld’s sky, accompanied by a thunderous voice echoing:
“I am the Grand King of Black Water Salvation, the Supreme One, destined to save the multitudes, rectify chaos, restore order to the realms of the living and the dead, and liberate all from the sea of suffering!”
The mighty voice reverberated back and forth. Qing Mangzi felt his spiritual energy returning, while the Heishan Jun’s followers cried out in pain, and joy filled his heart: “Praise the Grand King of Black Water Salvation!”
“Praise the Grand King of Black Water Salvation!”
…
Numerous cavalrymen, along with recently subdued ghosts and deities, sang praises together, chanting scriptures. The redemptive white light instantly connected into one, radiating holy power, forming a colossal sword stretching from earth to sky, which suddenly crashed down.
Boom!
After a cataclysmic earthquake and a roaring whirlwind, the former location of Heishan Ghost Capital’s gate was left as a massive crater, with tens of thousands of monsters instantly reduced to ashes.
“Praise the Grand King of Black Water Salvation!”
Seeing this, Qing Mangzi’s face lit up with joy, almost shouting with his last ounce of strength: “Charge! Break in and destroy everything!”
…
In another valley.
“Master, the defenses at the valley entrance are getting weaker and weaker. What should we do?”
This was a gathering point in the underworld, where desperate living souls discovered that the “Precious Sutra of the Earth God” possessed redemptive power capable of resisting Heishan’s realm. They immediately gathered together, chanting the sutra. Each character formed a talisman, sealing the valley entrance, barely surviving.
However, now they were horrified to find that as the power of the Lord of Mount Tai’s ritual grew stronger, the valley’s seal also became increasingly unstable.
The one addressed as Master was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. Upon hearing this, his face turned as dark as storm clouds: “Our deity is compassionate, saving multitudes, and will certainly not abandon us! Call everyone who can be mobilized to pray together!”
He was well aware that if the life-sustaining barrier were lost, the elderly, women, and children within the valley would perish instantly, with no chance of survival.
Given the critical situation, all the yin souls, from the elderly to the young children, gathered.
Wave upon wave of chanting echoed through the valley:
“With utmost reverence, we prostrate before the Azure Radiance Realm, the Eastern Paradise Palace. Beneath the fragrant seven-jeweled forest, upon the nine-colored lotus throne, countless immortals gather within, surrounded by a hundredfold auspicious lights. The Black Water Earth Deity, emanating from the Primordial Origin. In ages past, He mercifully descended, opening the gates of sweet dew to the vast world. The wondrous Dao’s true form, the golden-purple countenance, responding instantly to all calls, with boundless vows. Great Sage, Great Compassion, Great Mercy, and Great Vow. Manifesting throughout the ten directions, delivering innumerable souls. Across countless kalpas, saving immeasurable beings. Hearing cries and hastening to aid, the Supreme Savior of Black Water, the Jade Sovereign!”
This chanting was no simple act; it required vibrating yin energy to establish a connection.
Now, several elders and children, overwhelmed by the pressure, collapsed after several rounds of chanting.
The valley entrance’s seal also wavered precariously, with dangerous glimmers threatening to invade.
Just then, a blinding white light tore through the sky, showering redemptive brilliance below.
In an instant, the valley’s scriptural seal seemed to receive powerful reinforcement, stabilizing instantly like an immovable mountain.
Witnessing this, the middle-aged scholar couldn’t help but weep.
…
“Foolishness!”
Heishan Jun gazed at several ghosts and deities before him, a mocking sneer appearing in his eyes: “Don’t you realize you’re being used as cannon fodder?”
Before him stood Huang Weiqing and others. Though their power was as insignificant as ants, their martyr-like radiance was particularly irritating, provoking his fury.
With a mere wave of his hand, several roaring ghosts and deities were reduced to dust. Heishan Jun raised his finger, and the remaining Huang Weiqing was seized.
Green flames immediately engulfed him, causing Huang Weiqing to scream in agony.
These were infernal flames, specifically designed to burn souls, against which even ordinary deities could hardly resist.
“What say you? If you now submit, I might spare your life…”
This was not mercy, but a matter of choice!
Seeing these tiny insects daring to obstruct his path at the cost of their lives, Heishan Jun couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.
It seemed like thousands, or even tens of thousands of years ago, he had seen such martyr-like radiance before. Who stood before him then?
“Where righteousness leads, nothing can stop me; sacrificing my life to fulfill duty, I have no regrets in this life!”
A faint voice struggled to emerge from the ghostly flames, causing Heishan Jun’s pupils to contract, and the green fire instantly surged tenfold.
Huang Weiqing’s consciousness gradually blurred, and scenes from the past resurfaced in his mind.
He had always known he was being used as a pawn.
Was there regret? Was there remorse?
From the moment he arrived in the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom and saw the first vengeful spirit, he knew there was no other choice. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and he felt no regret!
Boom!
Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he saw a blazing white light flash by, carrying redemptive brilliance.
“Confucius spoke of fulfilling righteousness, Mencius of upholding justice. Only by exhausting righteousness can one attain benevolence. From this day forth, I shall bear no shame… truly the genuine seed of Confucianism…”
A palm glowing with golden-cyan flames reached out and retrieved Huang Weiqing’s soul, extinguishing the ghostly flames.
Wu Ming softly chanted, sighed again, and with a casual toss,
A surge of righteous and majestic energy shot upward, merging into the white redemptive light.
Instantly, across the underworld sky, the white light of redemption grew even stronger, connecting piece by piece, gathering the prayers of all living souls, expanding relentlessly, and for the first time, overpowering the black smoke of the Lord of Mount Tai’s ritual.
“The Grand King of Black Water Salvation?”
Heishan Jun’s golden eyes, ablaze with azure flames, fixed intently on Wu Ming.
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