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Chapter 1017 - Chapter 1017 Chapter 636 Lords of the Five Halls

Chapter 1017: Chapter 636: Lords of the Five Halls Chapter 1017: Chapter 636: Lords of the Five Halls Faintly discernible.

As the golden little figure was taken out of the river of time by the mysterious man who claimed to be The Master of Liu Village,

the Flame Emperor felt the scene before his eyes suddenly undergo a massive change.

The dense, rolling black fog that had been billowing intensely vanished in an instant, replaced by a vast expanse of white that resembled falling snow.

Looking all around, apart from the pure and flawless white, no other stray color could be seen.

The sky was no longer azure, the clouds no longer pristine white; even the afterglow of the setting sun had been devoured, no longer casting down its golden warmth, and everything had disappeared into this colorless world.

In a daze, amidst the rolling white light, he saw an enormous gateway that seemed to prop up the sky.

The Stone Gate was majestic, towering into the clouds, like a natural colossal barrier standing between heaven and earth.

On the arch-shaped Stone Gate, three huge black characters were engraved as if etched with iron and painted with silver: Gate of the Ghost.

They conveyed an air of immense grandeur, as if there was some indescribable power hidden behind these three characters.

Transcending all, reigning supreme among all beings.

As he gazed at it,

those three characters seemed to come to life, as if slowly awakening within their seals, emitting a strange and mysterious aura.

They were no longer just a simple arrangement of characters, but as if endowed with life, they began to wriggle, twist, and even leap about in the air.

Yet at the same time, there was an overwhelming chill that hit him, more piercing than the frost-lash winds of a biting cold winter.

And then…

There was no ‘then.’

Because as the sky-filling brilliance reached its peak blinding intensity, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

However, before he completely lost all sensation,

a figure clothed in garments whiter than snow emerged through all the illusion, entering his sight.

Strikingly dazzling.

Like an ink-washed landscape painting, the figure was as if a towering mountain piercing the heavens, majestic and steep.

It was like a true Great Emperor had descended, transcending everything.

Unparalleled, with a formidable stature, as if he were the sole sovereign between heaven and earth, capable of piercing through thousands of stars, discerning all things in the world.

In his presence, all things paled in comparison.

Even he, before losing consciousness, could not help but find his breathing accelerate, feeling an incomparable sense of oppression.

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With every step Jiang Hui took, it seemed to cause the heavens and the earth to tremble, the currents to surge, and the stars to shift positions.

The ancient stone path, like a kite with its string cut, swiftly retreated from view.

To be honest.

The return trip was much faster than the journey here.

And with deliberate haste,

soon, the ancient road had completely disappeared from sight.

The massive embankment reemerged within the field of vision, extending from an unknown distance, like a piece of the Ancient Continent crossing over.

Having arrived here, there was naturally no need to travel the usual way step by step.

With a single thought, his figure instantly vanished on the vast embankment.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the beginning of the embankment.

Looking backward from here, he saw The Boundary Sea, whose end could not be seen at a glance.

Vast and boundless, with waves soaring to the skies.

Jiang Hui, standing on the embankment, looked back, watching the fog between black and grey rise in billows over the sea, enveloping everything within it.

Amidst the roiling fog, everything seemed to become illusory.

He sighed, feeling somewhat melancholic as if something was missing.

It was like watching a beautiful woman dressed in gossamer, whose charming smiles and glances tantalizingly revealed glimpses of spring’s radiance, giving the impression of a pipa half-hidden behind her, at her most alluring. Yet, if she were to undress completely, it would somehow lose its appeal.

However, this thought was quickly dismissed by Jiang Hui himself, and immediately afterward, a smile appeared on his face.

Although he hadn’t found anything useful in the dark Heavenly Court, this visit was certainly not without significant gain.

Firstly, he had found out the content of those garbled sounds.

Secondly, and most importantly, he had obtained a remnant of the Quasi-Emperor’s Primordial Spirit.

To be honest, Jiang Hui had not expected Footprint Brother to have remnants of a conscious God Soul wandering on the ancient road.

After all, there was no mention of such content in the original text.

It now seems that it wasn’t his fault.

The most likely reason was that Shi Hao arrived here way too late. The Flame Emperor’s residual consciousness had already spanned an unimaginable long period, and was now akin to a spent force.

Fortunately,

relying on the powerful strength of the Emperor Realm and transcending karma, he had forcefully brought out a fragment of the Flame Emperor’s consciousness.

With the power of his own body, combined with many Longevity Immortal Medications, Jiang Hui was confident he could fully consolidate the other’s God Soul.

Once the God Soul was firmly established, setting aside how much it could be restored, at the very least, it would no longer have to worry about the possibility of dissipating at any moment, like the Lord of the Forbidden Area.

With that in place… he could then convert it into one of his believers.

Reap a harvest of Experience Points.

And then…

Send it directly into The Underworld.

Yes.

Jiang Hui had gone through all this trouble, not hesitating to sever a strand from the river of time, mainly to send Footprint Brother into The Underworld.

The Underworld had already been established for quite some time now, but besides Old Man Tu, it was virtually empty, like a commander without an army.

But this was inevitable.

There was no shortage of Wraiths.

Not to mention in a time of turmoil.

Even in peaceful times, people died, and there were always dark corners.

In time, once he linked the Netherworld Underworld with the Three Thousand Paths and added the power of Karma Qi, and after its official opening, there would naturally be a continuous flow of wraiths entering into the cycle.