The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 538 - 383: Meeting of the Ghosts

Chapter 538: Chapter 383: Meeting of the Ghosts

The true master of Ghost Street is not the Yin God of the Meng Family, but a thousand-year-old ghost god.

Although the Yin God of the Meng Family resides in Ghost Street, he only manages it temporarily and cannot make decisions on many matters, let alone big issues like Li Yi taking over Ghost Street. If the thousand-year ghost god is not killed, taking over Ghost Street would be nothing but a joke.

"I have come to Ghost Street today to discuss this matter, and naturally I am prepared to face the thousand-year ghost god. You just need to tell me where this ghost god is, and I will take care of exterminating it," Li Yi said straightforwardly, his words exuding confidence.

He had also estimated in his mind that the strength of a thousand-year ghost god at most would be in the Spirit Power Realm on Earth, but definitely not stronger than the cultivators at Golden Academy who cultivate dual methods, since the ghost gods of the Four Seas and Eight Continents definitely suffer a significant decline in combat power under this lack of cosmic energy.

Plus, without the support of a physical body and relying only on soul power, their strength would decrease further.

After all, ghost gods are not into Immortal Cultivation, there isn’t a law that living longer translates to growing stronger.

Upon hearing Li Yi put it this way, Meng Fanxing’s pale face showed a trace of joy: "Good, with Mr. Li’s words, that’s enough. The ghost god entrenched in Ghost Street is named Tian Xiong. If Mr. Li can kill him, it means that not one of the ghost gods from the Four Seas and Eight Continents can oppose Mr. Li, and today this thousand-year predicament surrounding martial artists will crumble."

If Li Yi can kill one ghost god, it means he can kill the second, the third.

Indeed, the Four Seas and Eight Continents are about to see a change.

"Just lead the way and stop talking," Li Yi said calmly, neither pleased nor angry.

"In that case, I will lead the way for Mr. Li," Meng Fanxing spoke no more, and immediately got up to summon the Yin General to prepare the carriage and horses.

Soon.

Eight Yin Horses dragged a luxurious carriage galloping forth, stopping inside the restaurant, and it was unknown how a road wide enough for eight Yin Horses was available in the restaurant.

"Mr. Li, please get on the carriage," Meng Fanxing gestured.

Li Yi didn’t waste time; with Sky Tipping approaching, he needed to quickly settle the matters here, thoroughly clear the cross-world channel, and then secure an escape route for the people by his side.

After boarding the carriage.

Meng Fanxing, the towering Yin God himself, took the reins for Li Yi, accompanying the whinnying of the eight Yin Horses, the carriage sped out of the restaurant instantly, and even before getting close, the door disintegrated, creating a broad path to the sky for the carriage to pass, smooth and unimpeded, with no ghost daring to obstruct.

As the speed of the eight Yin Horses increased, the scenery around blurred.

Li Yi felt as if he was passing through the Netherworld, the surrounding aura was gloomy, chilling the flesh, yet this aura was friendly towards the soul, not eroding it, allowing the soul to exist for a long time.

After the carriage left Ghost Street, it sped towards a certain deep underground location.

Only at a certain moment when his vision suddenly cleared, did Li Yi realize this place was a majestic underground palace, the size of which was not inferior to a city.

"This is the underground palace where the ghost god resides; Tian Xiong lives right up there," Meng Fanxing pointed towards the very top of the underground palace.

"Just drive directly there," Li Yi stated calmly.

Meng Fanxing hesitated slightly.Li Yi continued, "Once I make a move, can the Meng Family really stand by idly? Once the battle begins, there are only two outcomes: either from today onwards the Four Seas and Eight Continents will be led by the four major clans, or all of you will be purged by the ghost gods."

"Makes sense, can’t worry about that much at this point," Meng Fanxing nodded, a hint of resolve showing on his pale face; he then drove the carriage forward towards the palace with a loud shout.

With this Yin God leading the way, although there were ghost soldiers and Yin Generals, they dared not to obstruct in the slightest, only watching helplessly as the carriage sped past.

Finally, when the eight Yin Horse-drawn carriage arrived at the grand entrance of the highest palace, two nearly ten-meter-tall Yin Gods clad in armor, wielding axes and halberds, stopped the carriage.

"Meng Fanxing, what boldness you have to storm the palace in a carriage, seeking death, perhaps?" a Yin God holding a large axe roared, his voice like thunder rumbling through the palace, scaring nearby ghosts into fleeing.

However, before this Yin God could finish speaking.

From inside the carriage, a brilliant silver Sword Gang instantly slashed out, illuminating the dark palace with its radiance.

The Sword Gang was too swift; although the Yin God wielding the large axe detected it, it was already too late.

The blade instantly cleaved off the immense head of the Yin God, while also forcibly splitting open a massive gap in the palace doors behind, and its force unabated, flew hundreds of meters before finally settling into the wall behind, calming down completely.

Gurgle!

The head rolled on the ground, this Yin God’s eyes showed an expression of disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend that one day he would be beheaded by a Gang Qi.

After rolling for several turns, the huge head suddenly shattered, with no blood pouring out nor any bones left, merely transforming into a dense cloud of Yin Qi that scattered around, while this Yin God’s towering body immediately collapsed, the armor on his body falling heavily to the ground and the giant axe clanging beside.

"Dead?"

On the other side, another Yin God wielding a halberd looked terrified, his ten-meter-tall massive body uncontrollably retreating backwards, filled with fear.

Being able to kill a Yin God in one strike indicates that a ghost god is sitting inside the carriage.

No.

Not a ghost god.

The dazzling silver Sword Gang just now had the scent of Qi-Blood, a unique aura of martial artists; therefore, the person is not a ghost god but a powerhouse at the Dharma Manifestation Realm?

Heavens.

For hundreds of years, no Dharma Manifestation Realm powerhouse has appeared in the Four Seas and Eight Continents, could today mark the breaking of this impossibility?

Thinking this, the Yin God grew even more terrified, now he immediately wanted to flee, not willing to die here in confusion.

The longer one lives, the more one fears death, completely lacking the courage of a martial artist from before.

But before the second Yin God could hesitate, another silver Gang Qi flew out, just as dazzling, like a beam lighting up the underground palace.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The second Yin God was pierced through the head with a silver Long Spear and nailed to the palace gates behind him, dying instantly.

This scene made Meng Fanxing’s eyelids twitch, his pale face showing a hint of horror.

The two long-standing Yin Gods, were they so easily slain by Li Yi?

"Too weak. Without their bodies and relying solely on the soul, they really are frail," Li Yi said as he rushed out of the carriage, his body surrounded by swirling Gang Qi, soaring mid-air, and delivered a punch directly at the palace gates.

The heavy gates were instantly blown into pieces.

Li Yi advanced alone, fearless of the millennium-old ghost.

However, the inside of the grand hall was dark and empty, with only oil lamps lit in the corners, exuding a faint green glow resembling Ghost Fire.

The sound of Li Yi’s footsteps echoed left and right, his silver vertical pupils shining, ignoring the dim surroundings and directly looking towards something on the main seat.

It was a coffin about a zhang in size.

The coffin was neither golden nor silver, but crafted from ancient wood, carved with the landscapes of the Four Seas and Eight Continents, the sun, moon, and stars.

Moreover, this wooden coffin gave Li Yi’s soul a pleasurable feeling, as if lying in it would nourish and protect the soul, preventing erosion by other cosmic energies. Clearly, this ancient coffin was extraordinary, a rare treasure.

Just as Li Yi was examining it.

The wooden coffin slightly shook, and accompanied by the sound of wood friction, the lid of the coffin slowly opened up.

A decayed aura permeated the air.

"Has this day finally come?"

An old voice of lament echoed, and a dry hand slowly extended from the coffin, followed by a skinny figure sitting up from within.

"After hundreds of years, the fate of the ghost is finally coming to an end."

Regarding Li Yi’s arrival, this ghost did not seem surprised. After all, whether human or ghost, there comes an end to longevity. Even if the ghosts tried to maintain their rule, preventing the emergence of Dharma Manifestation Realm experts, sooner or later someone would break their restrictions and end the era of ghosts.

"Is it you, you Mud Horse-selling fellow?"

However, when Li Yi saw the ghost emerging from the coffin, his silver pupils slightly contracted, visibly surprised.

This ghost was actually the old man who was selling Mud Horses on Ghost Street back then.

That dead and almost wooden state, still so familiar, made it hard for Li Yi to mistake.

"Oh, so it’s an old customer." The old man stepping out of the coffin also revealed a hint of surprise as he looked into Li Yi’s cloudy eyes.

He remembered Li Yi.

Back when Li Yi first entered Ghost Street, he was just an ordinary person, yet now, in such a short time, the unlucky young man already possessed the strength to challenge him.

"Why would it be you, you old thing? A thousand-year ghost selling Mud Horses on Ghost Street?" Li Yi said.

"Why couldn’t it be me?"

The old man squeezed a smile on his ancient face: "I am a millennium-old ghost, having my own hobbies isn’t strange. Setting up a stall to pass time, otherwise what do you think a thousand-year ghost usually does? Your growth is astounding, now a single strike can kill a Yin God, really incredible. Go ahead, let me see if your strength can kill a thousand-year ghost."

Li Yi’s expression shifted slightly, he stared at the old man for a moment, then said: "You’re too old, filled with decay, you’re really not my opponent, surrender, leave Ghost Street, retire, you continue setting up your stall, I’ll give you a peaceful twilight years."

He had thought the thousand-year ghost would be a formidable being, yet unexpectedly it was just a decrepit old man setting up a stall.

It seems, prolonged existence had already decayed both body and mind.

Is this the poison of eternal life?

"Enjoy your twilight years? A ghost who has plagued the Four Seas and Eight Continents for a thousand years deserves to enjoy twilight years? Young man, don’t pity me. A few hundred years ago, I was the merciless Ghost God Tianxiong, just aged into this shape by time, and besides, ghosts do not perish, how can a new era begin?"

"Moreover, I have lived long enough, I also hope someone is qualified to send this old fellow on his way."

"So come on, give me your strongest punch."

The old man issued an invitation, then shakily walked down from the high platform onto the grand hall floor.

He said no more, but took up an ancient Boxing Stance, his skinny body instantly bursting forth with astonishing Boxing Intent.

Within this Boxing Intent, Li Yi felt the Martial Artist’s sorrowful roar, wishing to contend with the heavens.

"Excellent Boxing Stance, excellent Boxing Intent, wanting to compete with the Heavenly Lord?" Li Yi’s eyes widened, his vertical pupils shining brightly.

"Let me see your Boxing Intent." The old man shouted this moment, shaking the grand hall.

Li Yi didn’t speak, but took a step forward, his Boxing Intent instantly gushing forth.

Like a Furious Vajra manifested in the world, at this moment Vajra in rage, wishing to uproot all beings with Divine Power.

The old man first looked stunned, then laughed again: "Good, a Martial Artist in rage destroys all beings, your Boxing Intent is not simple either, come, throw a punch for me to see."