Above the Great Dao
Chapter 722 - 321: Yuan Chen Palace, Little Yaksha

Chapter 722: Chapter 321: Yuan Chen Palace, Little Yaksha

In the underworld, the rumble of thunder reverberated. The ghost god with a green face and fangs, transformed from Chen Shi, crawled out from the top of the Black Pot, looking around, only to see billowing smoke and a massive black volcano spewing lava and Demon Fire.

The flames illuminated his face, casting a dark red hue on his green skin.

A heat wave rushed over them; even though they were far from the ground, the heat wave could steam a person alive.

This volcano was simply too massive, far larger than the Black Pot, almost obscuring his vision. Among the rolling smoke were also flashes of lightning—Yin Thunder, not the thunder of the Mortal World.

The thunder of the Mortal World is called Yang Thunder, Pure Yang, extremely strong and unyielding, capable of destroying everything without exception; a single thunderbolt can strip away all yin energy.

But this Yin Thunder is different.

The thunder contains sinister energy; when it strikes a living being, flesh and bone melt away. When it hits a cultivator, it also damages the Dao foundation, reducing cultivation!

Cultivators with low cultivation will be directly soul-stricken and die an unnatural death!

The most insidious thing is that Yin Thunder can also damage talent and perception. Even extraordinarily intelligent individuals, when struck by Yin Thunder, will become obtuse; both perception and memory will deteriorate to the level of a stubborn stone.

Chen Shi glanced at the boat aunt beside him, only to see that the ghost god she transformed into was also a Yaksha, with a green face and fangs, bald on top but with red hair near the neck, and red whiskers along the cheeks and mouth. She was a head taller and more robust than the Yaksha he transformed into.

The boat aunt was a female Yaksha, wearing a black bellyband that covered her bosom, with a black tattered pair of shorts at her waist, frayed and tattered, holding a three-pronged fork in her hand, with a ragged cloth bag.

Chen Shi looked down and saw himself shirtless, with worn-out red shorts at his waist, looking no better than a refugee.

Chen Shi touched his chin, also with flying red whiskers, and felt his forehead, where not a single hair grew, very clean.

"In the future, combing hair would only require doing my nape and whiskers, saving the trouble of tying up hair," he thought to himself.

The boat aunt tugged at her bellyband, lifted it upwards, pointed into the distance, and said: "Master Top Scorer, the Immortal City is in the north. It should take about a month for us to reach the Immortal City."

The human speech from her mouth turned into gibberish ghost talk, which Chen Shi originally thought he wouldn’t understand, but surprisingly, he could.

Following her finger’s direction, Chen Shi saw mountain after mountain, giant volcanoes stretching as far as the eye could see, spewing steaming Demon Qi, flowing lava converging into a long river heading northward.

"These volcanoes, in the Mortal World, are the Yellow Stone Mountain Range, extremely vast. Even at Senior Black Pot’s speed, passing through would take more than twenty days, after which we’d enter the Northern Ice Field."

The boat aunt said, "Once we reach the Northern Ice Field, we’ll be close to the Immortal City. But this journey is fraught with immense danger; the Yaksha ghosts we’ve transformed into hold a low status in the underworld as low-level ghost gods, easily conscripted for labor. If we encounter powerful beings, they might even capture and devour us."

She looked around cautiously and said, "There are many ghost gods within this volcano, who prey on Yakshas."

"No need for such trouble."

Chen Shi smiled and said, "Let Black Pot cast a spell to take us directly to my Yuan Chen Palace, saving us a month’s journey and avoiding danger. Black Pot, I’ve prepared a stove for you."

He leapt off Black Pot’s head, arriving at the bank of the lava river, took out a rural stove from a small temple, and looked expectantly at Black Pot.

Black Pot’s figure was towering, yet the stove seemed pitifully small, causing Black Pot to doubt whether it could fit inside.

The boat aunt also jumped down, saying, "Go to your Yuan Chen Palace? You’re a fugitive; your Yuan Chen Palace is probably guarded by ghost gods! Better to go to Senior Pot’s Yuan Chen Palace."

Chen Shi shook his head and replied, "There are even more ghost gods at Black Pot’s Yuan Chen Palace."

The boat aunt looked at Black Pot, eyes shining brightly.

Unexpectedly, Senior Pot was also a great accomplishment.

She thought to herself, "Heaven bless us; after borrowing corpses to return souls, we’ve consecutively performed great feats! When young King Yan returns, he will definitely be promoted three levels!"

Black Pot muttered incantations, and the gigantic body slowly began to shrink.

However, judging by Black Pot’s expression, it looked quite laborious, likely still unfamiliar with this spell.

Chen Shi and the boat aunt quietly waited on the side.

In the distance, a thunderous roar was heard; a gigantic ghost god emerged from a volcanic crater and stood up from the lava, appearing much larger than Black Pot.

It stepped on fire clouds and whistled away, with flames billowing across the sky.

In the distance, another strange ghost god had an enormous upper body and a lower body that grew into the volcano. It had three arms; the left and right arms, as well as one growing from its navel, used a mountaintop as a basin to ladle lava from the volcano, splashing it everywhere, chuckling sinisterly as it did so.

The lava poured out by this ghost god formed a red lava river. Numerous small red-skinned, fanged devils came to the riverbank, ladling the lava with iron pots and basins, then pouring it into their mouths.

They drank like it was strong liquor, each drinking until they staggered drunkenly, then knocked on each other’s heads with the iron pots and basins, making a clattering noise.

Some drunken little devils were bitten by ghostly creatures with six legs, carrying heads resembling rough-cut dogs, then carried away swiftly to the volcano.

These creatures sacrificed the drunken little devils to the three-armed ghost god, praying for its protection.

Chen Shi also saw, even further away, a strange flower, about several hundred miles wide, with petals spreading in all directions, spewing out Demon Qi.