Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 839: 858: Other Shore Flower

Chapter 839: Chapter 858: Other Shore Flower

“What do you want?”

The Chief Clerk frowned and turned to look at Ye Xuan. There was a hint of apprehension in his eyes, but not much fear. After all, this was the Underworld, and he did not believe Ye Xuan would dare to harm him.

“You insignificant ghost ant, how dare you show disrespect to this seat!” Ye Xuan did not move, his voice was low and hoarse, yet an extremely terrifying event followed.

Bang!

The void erupted into chaos, Buddha Light roared. A golden light suddenly flashed across the Chief Clerk’s body, leaving him in a daze, his mouth agape. However, at that moment, his body shattered into a wisp of black smoke, not even having the chance to scream before perishing in soul scattering.

Wooooo!

A gust of Yin wind blew past, and the Chief Clerk vanished without a trace, as if he had never appeared in this world. When this scene unfolded before the eyes of the Underworld’s crowd, sounds of gasping continued to echo.

“This…?”

Emperor Fengdu’s expression was uncertain and he suddenly looked at Ye Xuan, a great fear apparent in his eyes. Even he could not see how Ye Xuan made a move, and the Chief Clerk was already dead, his soul scattered—a method unheard of.

“You are…?”

Suddenly, Ye Yaoyue’s voice trembled, staring blankly at Ye Xuan, her eyes faintly red. When she saw Ye Xuan’s merciless action, it reminded her of someone.

The same decisive and ruthless nature, the same cold-blooded style. Even their way of doing things was very similar. Recalling Ye Xuan saving her previously, a guess she dared not believe floated in her mind.

Ye Xuan seemed to sense Ye Yaoyue’s emotional fluctuation. He slightly nodded and smiled at her, leaving Ye Yaoyue stunned, her eyes misted over, but she finally held it back.

“Daoist, you have indeed stirred up great trouble,” Emperor Fengdu sighed regretfully.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan paid no attention to Emperor Fengdu’s theatrics. Instead, he calmly looked at him and said, “I don’t want to get involved in Underworld matters, so don’t try to play any mind games in front of me. You can speak straightforwardly.”

Following Ye Xuan’s words, Emperor Fengdu’s expression froze. He did not expect Ye Xuan to be someone who bows to neither soft nor hard approaches, giving him no face whatsoever. Thus, he took a deep breath, not showing any anger, and instead smiled, saying, “Daoist is indeed a straightforward person, so I shall also be direct.”

“Since Ye Xuan’s battle with the Ancient Demon Court, countless beings have died among the heavens. This has caused the Netherworld to overflow with souls, filled with boundless resentment.”

“Get to the point,” Ye Xuan’s voice was low, clearly uninterested in wasting time with Emperor Fengdu’s chatter.

Emperor Fengdu showed no displeasure at Ye Xuan’s attitude. He had already regarded Ye Xuan as a figure akin to Meng Po.

“Listen to my account, Daoist…” Emperor Fengdu dared not delay and quickly spoke of the main issue.

It turns out, since Ye Xuan’s battle with the Ancient Demon Court, billions of miles of heavenly vault were shattered, countless beings in the Earth Immortal Realm perished, and an endless flow of spirits surged into the Underworld. Were it not for several fearsome figures stepping in to suppress them, the Underworld would surely have been thrown into chaos.

Yet this was not the most crucial issue. Although countless spirits were suppressed and the Underworld finally returned to normal operations, the number of deceased spirits was overwhelmingly vast, and the grievances they brought into the Underworld were endless.

The Underworld is inhabited by Ghost Immortals, who lack physical bodies and only have spiritual bodies. These grievances became an immense supplement, allowing numerous Ghost Immortals in the Underworld to achieve unprecedented strength, causing their power to grow terrifically.

Several at the Daluo Peak took advantage of these endless grievances to advance to the Quasi-Saint Realm, recruiting armies and breaking the Underworld’s power structure.

However, the grievances are a double-edged sword. Absorbing too much will cause one to completely lose their spiritual wisdom, birthing many fearsome vengeful spirits.

The just-vanished Chief Clerk was indeed a confidant of the Northern Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng, strategically placed beside Emperor Fengdu.

Speaking of the Five Ghost Emperors, although Emperor Fengdu is the strongest and the four ghost emperors follow his lead, they are not united as one. Zhang Heng is as powerful as Emperor Fengdu, and due to the endless grievances flooding the Underworld, Zhang Heng’s power has grown unimaginably, long surpassing Emperor Fengdu.

Man’s greed is proportional to ambition. This Northern Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng, whose cultivation is not inferior to Emperor Fengdu’s, absorbed infinite grievances, further surpassing Emperor Fengdu. Naturally, he was unwilling to continue under him.

A secret battle did indeed erupt between them, ending in Emperor Fengdu’s defeat. Zhang Heng then expanded his influence and within ten thousand years slowly gained control over the Five Ghost Regions.

Defeated, Emperor Fengdu felt disgruntled but had no solution. Such is the Underworld, where power dictates command.

Upon hearing Emperor Fengdu’s account, Ye Xuan frowned, interrupting, “Are you implying you want me to help you kill the Northern Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng?”

“No!”

Emperor Fengdu slowly shook his head, a hint of hesitation in his gaze towards Ye Xuan before finally gritting his teeth, saying, “Although my cultivation is inferior to Zhang Heng’s, the complexities of power in the Underworld mean that even if he ascends to lead the Five Ghost Emperors, he is just a puppet like me. I care not for such superficial titles.”

“Then what do you mean…?” Ye Xuan slightly narrowed his eyes, understanding the situation was definitely not so simple.

“All of you may retire now.”

Emperor Fengdu did not continue but instead waved the Underworld’s crowd away. This prompted Ghost Immortal Judges and others present to rise and take their leave, clearly understanding that the upcoming discussion was not something they could be privy to.

Witnessing Emperor Fengdu’s caution, Ye Xuan spoke gravely, “Can you tell me now?”

“The Other Shore Flower!”

Emperor Fengdu’s voice was oppressively low, his words coming out slowly. If one listened closely, a tremor could be detected in his tone.

“The Other Shore Flower?” Ye Xuan’s expression froze, muttering the name, his eyes filled with confusion.

Though Ye Xuan had never been to the Underworld, he knew the Other Shore Flower was unique to it, also known as the Nether Flower, growing along the banks of the Wangchuan River. It was not a heavenly treasure, so why such a heavy expression on Emperor Fengdu’s face?

“When the Other Shore Flower blooms, it blooms on the other side. The flower blooms without leaves; leaves grow without flowers; forever crisscrossed, never meeting.”

Emperor Fengdu intoned the lines, his face flushed red, his body trembling slightly as though trapped in an indescribable state.

“A millennium to grow, flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, unchanged since the ages.”

With a flushed face, Emperor Fengdu gazed at Ye Xuan, his voice extremely low and solemn, causing Ye Xuan’s expression to shift dramatically, recalling a legend about the Other Shore Flower. He stood up abruptly, staring intently at Emperor Fengdu, knowing the next things he would say could be related to that legend.