Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 454 - 365: Rightly Transforming into a Dragon (Peak Climax in a Major - , Seeking Votes)_1

Chapter 454: Chapter 365: Rightly Transforming into a Dragon (Peak Climax in a Major Chapter, Seeking Votes)_1

At the bottom level of the Dali Temple’s prison, the atmosphere was stagnant with chilling energy and the foul air was overwhelming.

At the easternmost cell of this level, the prisoner kept here, Li Hongjing, felt a chill down his spine as he witnessed the wall behind his room suddenly start to crumble. The red stones, once filled with talismans and coated with cinnabar, were now scattered all over the floor.

Then, a whitish chilling aura emerged from the layers of stone. After a loud ’boom’, what finally appeared before him was a strange creature with a vague and elusive appearance.

It was very tall, a full four zhang high — an existence seemingly pieced together from countless corpses. Its hands were composed of countless human hands; its two eyes were made from hundreds of human eyeballs; its hair was like human fingers, yet not quite; the skin had obvious signs of patchwork.

Li Hongjing’s consciousness was stunned, his limbs were soft and trembling uncontrollably as he slumped to the floor. Unable to move, he could only watch as the creature continued to draw nearer.

Until a hand reached out from behind and pulled him into a corner of the cell.

"Kid, don’t move. Don’t stand in their way. This level is home to death row convicts whom the court wants to execute. As long as you do not intentionally provoke them, they won’t harm you."

Only then did Li Hongjing realize that this phenomenon was happening not just in their cell. The walls of the surrounding cells were also gradually collapsing, and hundreds of different kinds of grudge ghosts were incessantly breaking out from within the walls.

However, these extraordinarily sinister and powerful presences, indeed, ignored them. After escaping the cells, they transformed into a chilling wind strong enough to freeze a person and blew towards the front gate.

The man who had saved him was an unkempt, old man with greasy, untidy hair. Notably, not only was he bearing numerous heavy chains, but he was also embedded with many Zhenyuan Nails.

"Master Cao." Li Hongjing gently steadied his heart but was unable to conceal his astonishment. "May I ask what’s happening? Why suddenly are so many ghosts appearing?"

"Jin Dynasty’s three law Divisions were built on the old sites of the former Yuan’s three law Divisions. The former Yuan was refurbished on the foundations of the Liao and Jin imperial capitals, so this place has always been eerie. Especially, the Esoteric Sect, who relishes in human sacrifices. The sacrificial offerings they select with nowhere to go would be temporarily stored in the three Divisions’ prison until they were needed," The elderly man with a surname of Cao answered nonchalantly.

"After Jin Dynasty’s internal strife, although the prison was refurbished and a few more layers were added, over the past three hundred years, it accumulated even more grudge ghosts. The Dali Temple oversees all major criminal cases in the world, so it is inevitable that some would be wrongfully convicted.

Even clear-cut cases, the convicts might not necessarily accept them. After several years, there are likely around ten to twenty thousand of them. The atmospheric pressure near Caishi mouth is very heavy, the imperial prestige suppresses them, they can’t stay, nor can they cause trouble, these ghosts only have to return to the cells where they lived before they died."

At this point, the elderly Mr. Cao lifted his gaze towards the top: "They probably want to harm someone. You see, all the jailers were evacuated in advance. I just do not know what kind of person they want to cause trouble for, to make such a big fuss, that they can’t help but stirred up the whole three law Divisions of the ghosts--"

At this moment, at the uppermost level of Dali Temple, Li Xuan was looking coldly outside his cell. At one glance, he could see, there was a thick death fog of black and white, hovering outside his cell door.

Li Xuan’s Divine Consciousness, felt this death fog, countless eyes were staring at him, chilling him to the bone.

But on the three sides of the wall, numerous faces jutted out, all observing him with their pale eyes.

These foul spirits, seemingly wary of something, refrained from rushing in. Only a thin tentacle-like of decayed mist extended in, then under Li Xuan’s surge of Hao Qi, it dispersed and disappeared.

Nonetheless, Li Xuan had no fear. He had the heavenly Tao Fruit with him, and surprisingly tough outside help that the enemies wouldn’t expect. His two Immortal Artifacts, also were specifically designed for exorcising ghosts, it is just on account of later consequences, they weren’t deployed yet.

With these hand cards, what is there to fear?

At this moment, Li Xuan laughed lightheartedly, took out the big wolf brush he took from the small Sumi Ring, and walked to the front of the stone wall and started to write.

"The world has Righteousness, randomly giving it forms. The lower it falls, it becomes rivers and mountains, the higher it climbs, it becomes suns and stars. In humans, it is vast, abundant and fills the boundless space —"

As the words from the Song of Righteousness sprung up on the cell wall one by one, the faces let out miserable cries, dissipating into countless black clouds.

At this moment, "The Song of Integrity" stored in Li Xuan’s scripture Box, also flew out. The text on the scroll emanated a purple-gold glow, harmonizing with Li Xuan’s Sweat of Haoqi, illuminating the entire cell.

Causing all the ghosts outside the cell to emit piercing screams, they huddled together and gradually retreated outside the one zhang area around Li Xuan’s cell.

Li Xuan, however, disregarded the many ghosts outside, he focused on applying brush strokes of cinnabar onto the wall.

Even the loud bell sounds coming from the direction of Wen Temple, went completely unheeded.

He was simply fully absorbed in imagining Li Zhetian’s ’Void Yi’, the only difference being that the core of this sword’s will was replaced by his Purity of Haoqi. Only by borrowing the gathering power of that Void Sword, gathering his own Sweat, Will, and Faith! Concentrating a stream of pure purple Hao Qi at the tip of his pen.