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Chapter 683 - 583: Ghost House Forbidden area? [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 683: Chapter 583: Ghost House Forbidden area? [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Wang Zijia’s expression subtly changed, his thoughts rapidly churning, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Instantly, Wang Zijia moved with a thought.

The Five Ghosts transformed into five peculiar small flags that emerged and formed a spherical shield of ghost fog around him. In the blink of an eye, the crystal mana shield disappeared.

The Furious Ghost Pile returned to calm, again treating Wang Zijia as one of their own, and constantly swarmed him.

Any ghostly beings that touched the ghost fog were sucked into the small flags and disappeared without a trace.

Gradually, Wang Zijia’s surroundings became empty. On the black small flags created by the Five Ghosts’ Transformation, densely packed patterns of evil spirits began to surface.

The Five Ghosts, in their small flags, were frantically devouring these resentful spirits and mad ghosts.

Previously, the Five Ghosts were Detrimental Mutated Ghost Babies, primarily feeding on flesh and blood; they were not adept at soul devouring.

But the integration of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner not only brought about a transformation of the ghost flag for the Five Ghosts, but it also strengthened soul devouring and growth.

It even gave the Duobao World an additional characteristic of nurturing souls and reincarnating Ghost cultivators.

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During the continuous absorption of vengeful spirits by the ghost flag, Wang Zijia was falling continuously without any attempt to stop it.

Because he clearly perceived that he hadn’t entered the Forbidden Mysterious Land yet. These resentful spirits were the protective layer of this forbidden area!

The seemingly unguarded forbidden area was enveloped by countless evil spirits.

The entire forbidden area stood as though it was in the core of a sphere of resentful spirits!

It was evident that most creatures in Qinglian, presumably, had perished.

Even their souls were confined here to endure torment life after life, provide incense and mysterious fog, ensuring that even in the End of Dharma Era, the peculiarity here still remained!

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After a long while, Wang Zijia suddenly felt lighter.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, he knelt on one knee and a large pit formed on the ground where he had landed forcefully.

Clearly, he had finally entered the forbidden area.

This was a sect building complex with an area not smaller than the Inner Door Seven Peaks of Wanyu Sect, it was beyond his field of vision.

The style was very traditional and ancient, with carved beams and painted rafters, and jade-like pavilions everywhere.

The occasional wooden pavilions were all built with some unknown type of spiritual wood.

Looking up, the place he had fallen from had closed again.

From the entire sky, he could clearly see countless ghost beings enveloped. Countless arms, bodies, and ghost faces were writhing in the sky like mud.

Someone with a phobia of dense crowds would get goosebumps just by looking at it.

What surprised Wang Zijia was that the space in this forbidden area had become independent, as if it had become its own world, completely separated from the Qinglian World in terms of space.

No wonder during the initial exploration, they lost all perception once they proceeded in, not even a slight perception was possible.

It was evident that it was not only because the target had died, but also because he was unable to perceive the Demon Seeders across worlds at that time.

However, this situation, for the current Wang Zijia, had its advantages and disadvantages.

On the bright side, he didn’t have to suppress his cultivation to the peak of Perfected anymore.

But the downside was considerable. The Qinglian World was originally an intermediate thousand world, hence Crossing Tribulation Big Shots shouldn’t be omnipresent. However, being a world for cultivating disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect, there were undoubtedly quite a few God Monarchs existing.

This raised the danger level of his exploration considerably.

Of course, given his current cultivation, he should still be able to escape if necessary!

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His expression subtly changed. The aura of the Time Concealment Technique fluctuated persistently, and his cultivation gradually rose. After a moment, it reached the Infant God level.

After pausing and attentively sensing, he confirmed that there were no problems, he continued to climb further until he completely let go of his suppressed cultivation, and still there was no backlash. Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, his mood also became a bit heavier.

After all, if he could reach the Primordial Spirit level, then the ghostly beings in this forbidden area would not all be at the Perfected level.

With a slight flux in his mana, Wang Zijia rose into the air.

A strong pulling force was simultaneously produced, it seemed as though the prohibition against flight and the arrays had been merged into the space here.

But Wang Zijia, being at the Primordial Spirit level, could still withstand it.

Hovering not too high in the air and looking at the whole territory, he found it to be very large, at least several tens to hundreds of millions of square kilometers.

At a glance, it was all architecture from the ancient times. To Wang Zijia’s surprise, many of the words he saw were all in Chinese!

It was apparent that this place was not turned into a mysterious domain in this epoch, that is, during the Sixth Era. It should have become a Mysterious Domain during the previous, Fifth Era, or even earlier.

What was peculiar was that despite the ruins scattered everywhere showing that there had been significant unrest in the past, the buildings seemed not to have been severely eroded by time after enduring countless years?

Moreover, unlike the resentful spirits teeming in the sky, the entire space seemed deserted?

There were no resentful spirits wandering, nor were there any strange beings prowling?

In any case, from a glance, Wang Zijia saw no living beings.

After carefully observing for a few moments, Wang Zijia, now certain he had seen no living beings, drifted towards a building complex.

The room was a bit messy, indicating a brief period of chaos before the destruction of the sect.

Wang Zijia stretched out his hand to touch some objects in the room. The next moment, the objects touched by Wang Zijia disintegrated and vanished right before his eyes.

As if a domino effect had been initiated, the majority of the items in the room were all blown into dust.

As if it were an illusion, everything disappeared without a trace.

Only a few chairs remained.

"Crack!"

In the next moment, the seat surprisingly opened a ghost mouth, lunging at Wang Zijia with a snap.

Wang Zijia slightly furrowed his brows, pointing his finger like a sword.

"Shush!"

A streak of sword light passed through, splitting the only remaining mutated seat directly into two under Wang Zijia’s attack.

The seat twitched for a moment, disintegrated, and disappeared with wisps of black fog rising.

This instantaneous mutation seemed to have shaken the entire forbidden area.

The surrounding environment began to change, the light in the sky dimming slightly, casting a gloomy glow across the room that was eerie with ghost Qi.

The room began to squirm minutely, as if he were not in a house but inside the stomach of a demon, with jagged ridges forming on the main gate as if about to close its mouth.

Wang Zijia was not complacent, he dashed out of the room before the mutation completed, floated back into the air, and once again took stock of the surroundings.

Just one glance shocked him to his core.

No trace was left of the relics from the Immortal Sect. Looking across, at least two-thirds of the once densely packed building complex down below had vanished.

The remaining buildings had all transformed into hellish constructions, harboring deep demonic Qi and filled with eccentricity.

Each of the main gates had turned into giant open mouths, the doors growing bulging eyes as big as lanterns, some of which were darting around in all directions.

Some mouths were continuously opening and shutting, spurting out eerie chairs that were swirling around the room, while blood-red lanterns bobbed up and down like demon beings that had plucked off human heads.

The unidentified light in the sky had darkened considerably, casting a dull shadow over everything. With ghost fog encircling, it was the spitting image of hell emerging in the human world.

What shook Wang Zijia most was that he could sense minute threats emanating from certain ghost buildings.

Evidently, these mutated things were far from simple.

After countless years of silence, where had the Fragrance of Detrimental Mutation, continuously offered by the Sea of Resentful Souls in the sky, gone?

It couldn’t possibly have disappeared without a trace, right?

Clearly, the numerous ghostly objects strewn about the ground were the result of countless years of erosion.

Just like when he had first entered, he was frenziedly infected.

If he hadn’t resisted, he might have already become a member of the resentful souls in the sky.

Of course, he could also have fallen below, transformed into a table or chair, or even a Ghost Door Evil House.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario had not occurred. At least these ghostly objects were not surging towards Wang Zijia incessantly.

Even though they had all been awakened, transforming the scene into one of devils dancing chaotically, they still stood steadfast within their own territories.

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After roughly figuring out the situation, Wang Zijia briefly muttered to himself.

He first threw several anchor utensils into the ground, and then five dark red swords materialized into existence.

One of the swords transformed into a streaming light, instantly slashing towards a rather shabby ghost house.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several sword lights swept across, shattering the ghost house.

In the pandemonium all around, the commotion suddenly ceased. The house-like ghost beings all looked towards Wang Zijia in unison, causing him to tense up, feeling as though he was treading on eggshells.

However, after the house was shattered, no more black smoke rose again.

Instead, the broken materials jumped about, quickly reassembling themselves to restore the previous look of the ghost mansion.

No, it looked even more broken, as the influence of the Primordial Magnet Sword had prevented the house from fully healing, clearly visible cracks still remained at the joined places.

"Da da!"

"Kacha!"

As the house was fully reassembled, the surrounding chaos resumed, and the eyes that had been focused on Wang Zijia also diverted their attention.

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, his brows knitting together tightly.

A thought emerged, and a page of a book flew out. A corpse was casually thrown out by Wang Zijia.

Suddenly, chaos ensued.

One of the house’s ghost mouths opened wide, a large blood-red tongue, covered with barbs, extended directly, rolling the corpse into the room.

"Zhe zhe!"

"Kacha!"

The sounds of chewing, squirming, and shattering bones resonated.

The ghost mansion seemed satisfied, its appearance even more pleasing than before.

Wang Zijia had a cold look in his eyes. He made another mental prompt, and another page from the book flew out. This time, it wasn’t a dead object, but a living one.

A small fierce beast.

The moment Wang Zijia set it free, the fierce beast visibly twisted and swelled right before his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a run-down shack typically found in slums.

The shack was originally in the middle of the street, but after the transformation was complete, it surprisingly extended several blood-red tongues from the bottom. Moving like tentacles or legs, it ran to a vacant place beside the street and settled down.

It became a part of the ghost houses.

’Even if one passes through the resentful spirits that fill the sky and comes into this world, will they still be infected and mutated?’

’Is it because I have withstood the threshold and was recognized by the Mysterious Domain as something akin to a stone, or is it because of my own special influence?’

From his thoughts, Wang Zijia had already roughly figured out the situation.

These ghostly houses should be a manifestation of the powers of the Mysterious Domain, but they certainly weren’t its core.

Looking at the endless resentful souls in the sky subconsciously, Wang Zijia fell into deep thought for a moment, identified the direction, and flew towards the core area of the entire Ghost Devil Building Complex.