Since Wang Siyuan abandoned the foundation and possessions of the Jiangdong Wang Clan in a frenzied manner, stepping out of the chessboard and attaining the True Body of Yi Dao, Meng Qi had no longer encountered the dreamland underworld. Even if he had the intention to go there, there was nowhere to be found. Moreover, the so-called “King Yama” ranked at the pinnacle of the “Ghost and God True Spirit Chart,” possessing legendary strength within His home territory, far beyond what Meng Qi of the past could confront. Thus, he had no choice but to temporarily set aside the matter of Luo Shengyi and wait for an opportunity.
Now, having entered the legendary realm in the most perfect condition, achieving uniqueness and surpassing some great beings who returned early but were not at their peak, Meng Qi carried the Hegemon’s Supreme Blade and controlled the Yellow Spring Skeletons. He had enough confidence to challenge the seasoned legend “King Yama,” even if the deity received support from the underworld and could not be completely overwhelmed. At the very least, he could stir up chaos and unrest within the underworld.
For the reincarnation of Luo Shengyi, a trivial figure, how great a price would King Yama be willing to pay?
As long as Meng Qi demonstrated his determination, the matter should not be difficult.
Deep within Meng Qi’s eyes, the Dao Yi Glazed Lamp emerged, its light shifting between black and white. Compared to before, these lights seemed capable of illuminating countless universes and myriad worlds, increasingly embodying the essence of the “Cause of All Results.”
The light of cause and effect shone upon the “Yellow Spring Skeletons,” stirring up blood-yellow mist and weaving countless faint, visible threads of connection. These threads, intricate and detailed, could be traced back to reveal complex and winding stories.
No matter which faction attempted to establish the underworld, the Yellow Spring River—symbolizing death and demise—was indispensable. They would either imitate and create it themselves or divert a tributary from the true Nine Nether River. As their foundation grew increasingly complete and drew closer to the Nine Nether and the Immortal Realm, they would eventually integrate the genuine Yellow Spring River, achieving perfection. Thus, Meng Qi could use the Yellow Spring Skeletons to sense the dreamland underworld!
As the “Cause of All Results” rotated, recalling the connections obtained earlier, Meng Qi examined the countless threads of karma extending from the Yellow Spring Skeletons. He seemed as if seated in a dark and chaotic void, exuding an aura akin to that of a Celestial Venerable. Gu Xiaosang chuckled softly and fell silent, seemingly observing her new body internally, comprehending the Virtue of the Primordial, and devoting herself to focused cultivation.
Unknown how much time had passed when, suddenly, the Hegemon’s Supreme Blade beside Meng Qi trembled and emitted a faint cry. Several threads of karma on the “Yellow Spring Skeletons” soared upward, glowing brilliantly with a blood-yellow hue, piercing through the void.
Found it! Electric beams shot from his eyes as his right hand reached forward.
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Within a faintly discernible, chaotic void containing all things, a hazy world was pierced by a long, blood-brown river, sinking countless drowned ghosts and wronged souls. On the river stood majestic stone bridges, while beside it bloomed fragrant, forgetfulness-inducing flowers. Deep within, six bridges symbolized reincarnation, and dark grand halls spread throughout, connecting to the myriad universes. The bustling, orderly yin soldiers and ghostly attendants gave the place an air of posthumous tranquility, yet the occasional piercing wails revealed the terror of death.
At that moment, the previously gloomy and sinister dreamland underworld suddenly turned pitch-black. A pure, jade-lit white hand descended from above, fingers spread wide, covering the entire underworld. It brought a feeling of the heavens overturning, making the grand halls seem as small as eggs, seemingly destined to collapse into ruins before the hand even touched down.
“Su Meng!”
An enraged roar erupted from the Yama Hall, snapping the trembling yin soldiers and ghost attendants from their terrified stupor. They watched as a surge of energy pierced the sky, transforming into successive black suns, each immense, vast, and chilling.
These filled half the sky, linking into dark starry rivers, forming a cosmic star chart.
The star chart rotated, transforming into a massive fist with clearly defined knuckles. Laden with the aura of death pervading the dreamland underworld, it rushed forth to meet the sky-shaking hand!
Bang!
The colossal hand, nearly exuding the aura of a Celestial Venerable, struck the fist with a dull, heavy sound. The black suns shattered, the Milky Ways disintegrated, and the star chart was smashed into pieces. The heavens collapsed and the earth split, unstoppable until the remaining Nine Ghost Emperors jointly halted the devastation near the grand halls and reincarnation bridges.
In ancient times, the Celestial Venerable Guangcheng wielded the “Sky-Flipping Seal” to dominate the ancient eras, defeating countless legendary cultivators of the Dao of Creation. Today, this single imprint finally displayed a fraction of its former might!
Inside the grand hall, the screen behind Yama and the surrounding floor tiles suddenly exploded. The massive Ghost Emperor’s body seemed to shrink as if by magic.
With the advantage of home ground and the accumulated power of countless years, he could only achieve a stalemate.
Instantly, numerous illusions of hells emerged around him, transmitting vast energy into his right hand.
“Su Meng!”
He roared furiously again, clenching his fist and striking once more. The black suns reappeared within the hall, reforming the star chart into a colossal palm.
Wailing!
With this punch, the yin soldiers, ghost attendants, wronged souls, and malevolent spirits throughout the dreamland underworld cried out in unison, as if recalling the terror and resentment of their deaths.
One by one, the flowers of oblivion withered. The blood-yellow river slowed in its rush. The bridges leading to the Six Paths creaked, channeling all their strength into the colossal palm of the star chart.
From the beginning, there must be an end. Since the birth of life, death has always been inevitable. Though the myriad worlds seem eternal, even they have their final era.
This punch embodied the end of all things!
The mighty fist, formed from the dark star chart, surged upward, striking against the slowly descending colossal hand.
Meng Qi’s palm, white yet tinged with darkness, embodied the division of yin and yang, the cycle of life and death. It seemed to contain the great mysteries of the universe and the source of immortality, harmonizing suddenly with the dreamland underworld.
Bang!
As fist met palm, yin gave rise to yang. Ghost attendants and wronged souls suddenly felt their energies revitalized, as if they had regained physical forms.
Bang!
Yama’s body trembled. Dark qi surged around him, and screams never ceased.
Then he saw Meng Qi’s hand grasp downward. The blood-brown river, which pierced the dreamland underworld, suddenly quivered, as if transformed into a living entity—a true dragon or a giant serpent—about to be seized, skinned, and stripped of its bones, returning to its source.
Boom!
The entire dreamland underworld violently shook. The blood-brown river was forcibly pulled out, arching upward as if unable to resist. Within it, countless drowned ghosts and wronged souls screamed piercingly, beginning to dissipate into smoke.
Seeing the blood-brown river flying toward the sky, Yama instinctively reached out to stop it.
Once the self-created Yellow Spring was lost, the underworld would suffer a severe blow, taking an unknown amount of time to recover!
Therefore, it was time to summon the Emperor?
While struggling with Meng Qi over the river, he shouted, “Su Meng, what exactly do you intend to do?”
His tone carried a hint of weakness. If the Emperor were to descend with power merely to interfere with his slumber over trivial matters, he would certainly face punishment. More importantly, if the Emperor did not awaken fully but only sent a fragment of power, as during the Jiangdong Wang Clan incident, it might not be enough to stop a true legend unhesitatingly wielding his might.
The jade-like colossal hand halted. The blood-brown river paused midair. A distant voice came from afar:
“Send Luo Shengyi to reincarnate.”
Was that all? Yama nearly cursed aloud. After you attained legendary status, couldn’t you have simply discussed it? Would I, the King, really oppose you over such a trivial matter?
Yet you actually attacked head-on!
How arrogant! How audacious!
Cursing inwardly, he clearly understood that Meng Qi sought revenge for past grievances. However, while preserving the underworld was within his capability, stopping Meng Qi from seizing the obviously suppressed blood-brown river might not be possible.
Would he risk causing massive damage to the underworld over such a trivial matter?
Reflecting calmly and suppressing his emotions, Yama slightly hesitated before waving his hand. Within the hells, Luo Shengyi was seemingly cast into the dark vortex corresponding to the Bridge of Humanity, while a brilliant beam of starlight descended from the heavens, enveloping Luo Shengyi’s three souls and seven spirits.
“Do you also wish to know of Zhang Yuanshan and Fu Zhenzhen’s reincarnations?” After completing these actions, Yama asked.
With Su Meng’s power now established, it was wise to avoid conflict before the Emperor’s return. Setting aside his resentment, turning hostility into peace with him was the prudent choice.
Meng Qi’s voice, distant as if from beyond the skies, replied with a faint smile: “There’s no need for Yama to concern yourself. After advancing further in the ‘Cause of All Results,’ I’ve already found a lead.”
As he spoke, the blood-brown river slowly descended, returning to its original place.
Afterward, all was silent. The river flowed on, as it always had.
Yama stood in the hall, gazing upward for a long time.
…
In the Jiangdong Sun Clan, the clan head paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting his wife’s childbirth. The screen could block sight, but not perception.
Though it was noon, the sky was dark and gloomy, as if a storm were approaching, making the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, briefly dispelling the darkness.
Crying sounds of an infant echoed. The midwife emerged holding the child, her face beaming: “Congratulations, Master! Congratulations! The main lineage has an heir!”
The clan head took the child into his arms. Looking closely, the baby was fair and plump, adorable and endearing, causing him to laugh involuntarily.
Just then, a servant burst in, his eyes wide with shock and confusion:
“Master, Master! Big news, big news! ‘Emperor Yuan’ Su Meng has arrived to pay a visit!”
“‘Emperor Yuan’ Su Meng? The ‘Emperor Yuan’ Su Meng from the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain?” The clan head stood frozen, sharing the same bewildered and stunned expression as the servant.
A legendary cultivator had come to visit him?
What kind of situation was this?
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