Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 832: 851: Netherworld Granny

Chapter 832: Chapter 851: Netherworld Granny

“I am the Qingming Buddha, master of Lingshan, seeking entry into the Underworld; you all step aside.” Ye Xuan spoke indifferently, surrounded by Buddha Light.

“Emperor Fengdu has decreed, amidst the chaos of the Three Realms and the great calamity, the Underworld is sealed, forbidding entry to immortals and demons alike. We ask Buddha to depart, and not make matters difficult for us.” The Yin General spoke solemnly.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

“Our Western Sect shows compassion for the suffering of all beings. This entry into the Underworld is to transcend the countless wrongful deaths’ souls into rebirth. How could a mere Emperor Fengdu block such a mission?”

“Or perhaps the Underworld does not regard our Western Sect at all?”

Ye Xuan spoke with compassion, without giving the Yin General a glance, and headed directly towards the Ghost Gate, clearly aiming to truly enter the Underworld, requiring a journey along the Wang River to reach the Ghost Gate, thus considered entry into the Underworld.

Ye Xuan’s disregard for the Underworld’s law left the Yin General disturbed, prompting him to speak gloomily, “Buddha, perhaps you should wait here while we report this matter, and then you can naturally enter the Underworld.”

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan’s journey this time was to the Netherworld Blood Sea; there was no time to listen to a Yin General’s idle chatter, and he looked down upon the so-called Underworld law.

Simply put, so long as no Saint intervened, Ye Xuan was invincible. Even though the Underworld was extremely mysterious and harbored many terrifying figures, they didn’t concern him at all.

Unless the Underworld could present a Saint, Ye Xuan wouldn’t consider it a threat, and the decree by Emperor Fengdu was nothing more than a joke to him.

As he strolled forward, Buddha Light shining, Ye Xuan’s actions directly changed the Yin General’s expression. He wielded his Yaksha, blocking Ye Xuan’s path, while the Yin Soldiers stepped forth from behind him.

“Buddha, our Underworld and Lingshan coexist peacefully; do you intend to ignite conflict between our two Daoist traditions?” The Yin General roared lowly, realizing a hard approach would not work on Ye Xuan, resorting to verbal threats instead.

“Life as insignificant as ants, truly pathetic and lamentable!”

Ye Xuan murmured, making no discernible movement, continuing to stride calmly forward, as terrifying events ensued.

“Ah!”

Buzz!

Illusion fragmented, all vanished; only the Yin General’s tragic howl was heard, disintegrating into a wisp of dust, disappearing mysteriously in the void, as the thousand Yin Soldiers dissolved into black smoke, as if they had never appeared before Ye Xuan.

With a thought, a soul extinguished, with a word, Heaven and Earth moved. Ye Xuan, being a Semi-Saint, required only a thought to slay such ants without a hint of hesitation.

Ye Xuan’s aim was simple; as the master of Lingshan, he sought to stir chaos in the Three Realms, slaughtering Underworld beings as he pleased. If this led to strife with Lingshan, it would serve his interests.

Ye Xuan ambled through the void, following the Wang River into the depths of the Underworld. Along his path, countless Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals appeared, all attempting to hinder him.

Ye Xuan acted with sheer brutality, giving these ants no chance to speak, eliminating Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals in the void entirely.

Amidst the great calamity, the Underworld flourished, Ye Xuan strolled onward, his eyes slightly narrowed, fully sensing the vastness of the Underworld, teeming with endless soul auras, clearly evidencing that beings deceased in the calamity flowed into the Underworld. Although this created great chaos, it inadvertently expanded the Underworld’s power significantly.

Yin Soldiers retreated, souls wailed, Ye Xuan finally reached the end of the Wang River, yet saw no Ghost Gate, only a surreal landscape ahead, a dilapidated inn like a mirage, exuding a dim, murky light.

Bleached paper lanterns, indistinct, swayed in the wind. The inn, somewhat rundown, had walls dipped in black with hints of dark red. Amidst the eerie wailing wind, the thin black wooden doors creaked ominously, heightening the inn’s terror outside the wilderness!

Blood-red plaque, Netherworld Inn!

Facing this sight, Ye Xuan’s eyes remained indifferent as he sauntered to the uncanny inn’s entrance, where the cries of countless souls reached his ears, accompanied by terrifying yin winds wafting towards him.

To others, this might invoke fear, but for Ye Xuan, the scene at the inn was merely a pretentious illusion.

Ghostly flames flickered, looming, as several ignited spontaneously, their chilling aura blossoming in the void, with soul cries piercing the eardrums!

“Netherworld Inn, living beings halt!”

Cre-aak!

The black wooden door creaked open, revealing a stooped old woman, as she staggered out. Her pale hair covered her face, obscuring her features from Ye Xuan.

“Jie jie jie!”

With a sinister laugh, she raised her head, her pale hair fluttering in the wind, finally revealing her face to Ye Xuan!

Her face wrinkled, filled with worm-like bumps, her eye sockets devoid of pupils, bathed entirely in pale; a sight that would frighten any ordinary cultivator into oblivion!

Faced with the old woman’s terrifying visage, Ye Xuan remained calm: “Don’t play tricks before me, or your fate will be miserable beyond measure!”

As Ye Xuan’s words fell, the old woman’s face froze, hints of surprise flashing in her eyes. She was the mistress of the Netherworld Inn, controlling the pathway to the Ghost Gate. No matter the deity or demon, respect was shown due to her identity as a Quasi-Saint, even the Five Ghost Emperors revered her greatly.

Her name was Meng Po, although not widely known, was a frightening figure in the Underworld, a formidable existence even among Quasi-Saints.

Yet, this Buddha before her disregarded her, seeming insignificant in his eyes, stirring doubt within her. Was there some origin to him, she wondered? “Though our Western Sect was founded by the Western Two Saints, the Underworld has its own rules. Currently, the Ghost Gate forbids outsiders’ entry; please return, Daoist,” Meng Po replied in a sinister tone.

But alas, Ye Xuan seemed to ignore Meng Po’s words altogether, as he ambled towards the Netherworld Inn, causing Meng Po’s face to twist, a fierce glow emerging from her eyes.

“Bold! This is the Netherworld, not your Western Lingshan, are you seeking death?”

The Underworld was under tension, the sudden appearance of a Buddha made Meng Po cautious, her attitude exceedingly careful. Yet at this moment, Ye Xuan intended to forcibly enter; as mistress of the Netherworld Inn, how could she allow this, how would she explain to Meng Po?

The eerie ghostly air churned, the void resounded, as a pair of ghost claws manifested, Meng Po surged forth, aimed directly at Ye Xuan, with explosive yin-light law clamors.