The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 144 - 115: Legacy of the Ghost God

Chapter 144: Chapter 115: Legacy of the Ghost God

"Senior, what do you mean?"

Li Yan frowned and said in a deep voice, "I’ve heard that the Cold Altar Wanderer only needs to refuse, and that means the fate is not sufficient, the incense can only be interrupted. Why can’t it be resolved?"

The old woman looked towards the coffin and shook her head, "Because, he is not the Cold Altar Wanderer at all!"

"This obsession of Hook Paper Mountain is so deep, it’s rarely seen in the world, he has lived until now with just a mouthful of resentment, and he was already reluctant in life, after death his obsession is probably even deeper..."

Li Yan only felt a headache, "What should we do then?"

The old woman was silent for a moment, "I don’t know much, nor do I want to deal with these worldly matters anymore, what to do is up to you to decide."

With that, she actually turned around and left.

Li Yan was somewhat speechless,

This was too irresponsible, wasn’t it!

However, looking at the old woman’s manner, it seemed that no matter what he said, she would not bother with this matter.

Could it be that cultivation has made her foolish?

Li Yan couldn’t help but criticize in his heart, and then he stepped forward to investigate.

This time, he saw more clearly.

Inside the stone coffin, the skeletal remains were pitch-black and smooth, emitting a cold chill and had started to petrify; this was the appearance of a zombie’s bones after absorbing Yin Evil Qi.

As for the muscles, bones, and organs, they had all turned to black ash, giving off a stench of decay and cold mold.

Li Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly cupped his hand in salute and said, "Senior, let’s make a deal, I’ll return the Hook Paper, and you can find another successor, how about that?"

However, there was no movement from the remains in the coffin.

Li Yan let out a self-deprecating laugh, "I’m also foolish, how can I negotiate with a dead person, the problem is that I can’t shake off this identity as the Cold Altar Wanderer..."

He had already asked Luo Mingzi in private; the Cold Altar Wanderer was not an Evil Spirit, but a wisp of thought entrusted to the Divine Soul.

It was somewhat like a spell, solvable only by addressing the root of the problem.

Hiss—!

Just then, the Hook Seal on the palm of his hand suddenly became hot, as if it were on fire, causing Li Yan to inhale sharply from the pain.

Then, a white mist began to rise around him.

The entire cave quickly became blurred.

Li Yan had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly pinched the Yang Jue, trying to activate his Divine Skills, while his left hand pressed towards the hilt of his knife.

However, his Divine Skills could not be activated, and the Demon Suppression Coin was nowhere to be found!

I’m in a dream!

Li Yan immediately realized his situation.

He suddenly remembered that the first time he saw the Cold Altar Wanderer, it was also in a dream.

Suddenly, the Cold Altar Wanderer appeared again.

No, it should be said it was the obsession of Hook Paper Mountain.

Still that ghostly figure, with his head lowered, his right hand pointing forward.

"Hey, talk to me!"

Li Yan’s anger rose, and he strode forward.

However, the figure was like a segment of light and shadow, always a short distance in front of him; no matter how far he walked, it would retreat just as far.

It seemed he could never touch it.

Li Yan, resigned, clenched his teeth and followed the direction pointed by Hook Paper Mountain.

At this point, he could only do as instructed and see what sort of tricks the figure wanted to play!

In the actual cave, Li Yan had already fainted next to the stone coffin, with the Hook Seal on his left hand intermittently flashing, emitting a faint blue glow...

...

Amid the murkiness, Li Yan didn’t know how long he had walked.

Everything had become strange.

He actually felt tired, as if he had walked a great distance.

Yet, this was in a dream!

Li Yan’s face turned very unsightly.

He remembered some of the things Wang Daoxuan had told him; powerful demons and evil spirits can lure people into dreams and suck away their vitality.

Could he have fallen for such a trap?

Just as he was perplexed, a stone hall appeared in the thick fog in front of him, with a simple design that did not resemble architecture from any known dynasty.

And above the divine hall, there were several large characters:

"Daring to bind the Thoroughfare Heavenly Palace"!

The Heavenly Palace... Li Yan was astonished.

Shouldn’t the Heavenly Palace be splendid with gold and adorned with flowing celestial energy?

Hmm~

As the thought arose, the white mist suddenly surged, and the original stone hall dissipated like sand before quickly condensing into a resplendent golden palace.

It even looked a bit like the Heavenly Court he had seen on television in his previous life!

Li Yan instantly understood.

This thing was likely to change with the mind.

Indeed, several thoughts passed through his mind and the palace changed accordingly, one moment a Tang dynasty palace, the next is the Forbidden City’s palace...

He had hardly played a few times before an even stronger wave of tiredness struck.

Li Yan was startled and quickly stopped.

He vaguely understood that both the journey in the dream and the changes in the palace consumed energy.

During all the changes, only the characters "Daring to bind the Thoroughfare Heavenly Palace" remained motionless.

And the Hook Paper Mountain obsession appeared once again.

This time, he did not raise his hand to guide the way but stood by the side of the palace with his head bowed, motionless.

Li Yan, helpless, had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the palace.

To his surprise, there was nothing else in the palace, only a swirling mass of pitch-black chains moving up and down, much like a black serpent.

The moment he entered the palace, the mass of chains, as if attracted by something, shot towards him with a clatter.

Li Yan had no time to dodge and the long chains flowed into the palm of his left hand.

Simultaneously, a vast amount of information flooded his mind:

The Soul Hook, the Heavenly Palace of Sinful Energy, Divine Skills of the Yin Bureau...

The "North Emperor’s Scripture," the Taiyin God, the Northern Ghost Emperor, Hui Qingjia...

The "Luo Feng Scripture," Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, Great Court Family, Hui Qing Jia. The progenitor of all ghosts and deities, governing Luo Feng Mountain, with six palaces on the mountain, the first palace known as Dark Eclipsed Yin Heavenly Palace...

"Ah—!"

Li Yan cried out in pain, as the volume of information was enormous. More terrifying was the power it seemed to contain, like cold, sharp needles frenetically stirring within his Divine Soul.

An ordinary person encountering this would either die or become a fool.

And at that moment, his Daluo Dharma Body began operating, repeatedly substituting for the severe damage to his Divine Soul, and cracks started to appear on the Divine Statue.