Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 847: 866: Grand Banquet of Thousands of Ghosts

Chapter 847: Chapter 866: Grand Banquet of Thousands of Ghosts

“My words are the law, my actions are the standard, my will is the will of Heaven, my heart is the heart of Heaven. What do the so-called Heavenly Dao accusations mean?”

Ye Xuan spoke coldly, raising his eyes to look at the Six Paths of Reincarnation. His Dharma Eye pierced through endless illusions, and a force that seemed to suppress the heavens and the universe erupted with a thunderous roar.

“If you are not convinced, you can stop her from leaving, dare you?” Ye Xuan spoke coldly, not giving this person the slightest face, his murderous intent piercing the sky with his words.

Time seemed to freeze, space seemed to solidify, and when Ye Xuan’s words fell, the all-encompassing Six Paths Law stagnated. The black figure standing with hands behind his back in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation held his breath.

“Meng Po, don’t you wish to say something?”

After three breaths of time, the black figure spoke in a deep voice, looking at the direction of Naihe Bridge.

“Let her go!”

Meng Po held a mottled ancient bowl, still feeding Meng Po soup to the deceased souls. Her hunched figure hesitated for a moment but eventually calmed down, giving the black shadow such an answer.

“Fine, since even you, Meng Po, dare not meddle in his affairs, why should I, the Wheel Turner, be the villain?”

The black shadow swept the space with his hand, and the Six Paths Law in heaven and earth collapsed and disappeared. He sat cross-legged again in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, no longer moving a muscle.

“Go.”

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice hoarse and deep, making Ye Yaoyue nod heavily. Finally, she entered the whirlpool portal, returning to the Mortal World.

Buzz!

The whirlpool portal closed, heaven and earth returned to peace, a hint of a smile curved at the corner of Ye Xuan’s mouth, though his eyes remained extremely gloomy, with a hidden sense of urgency.

Although Ye Xuan told Ye Yaoyue that as long as Nuwa did not personally intervene, the Heavenly Court would temporarily not face great danger, he also bestowed upon Ye Yaoyue three Buddhas Golden Pills, enough to heal the injuries of the three Quasi-Saints.

But even if he doesn’t fear ten thousand possibilities, he fears the one possibility. If Nuwa truly acts against the Heavenly Court, how could it possibly withstand it?

Time, Ye Xuan knew he needed time now, time to survive the Heavenly Dao Third Tribulation, because only by surviving the Heavenly Dao Third Tribulation could he qualify to challenge Saints.

“Daoist friend, with your vast Divine Skills, although you seem to be a person from the Buddhist Sect, there is not a hint of Buddha thought in your heart. I do not know which deity you are, but I ask you to leave the Underworld and not participate in its disputes, so the Three Realms may regain peace.”

On Naihe Bridge, Meng Po humbly addressed him across the boundless void.

Alas, Ye Xuan only glanced faintly at Meng Po with his Dharma Eye, then flicked his sleeve and strode away without any intention to converse with her.

“It seems he truly is my great tribulation!”

On Naihe Bridge, the Netherworld Water surged endlessly beneath. The turbid waters seemed capable of devouring all spirits. Meng Po, filled with sorrow, stood on the bridge, letting out a long, mournful sigh.

…

The Ghost Banquet is a grand event in the Underworld. Countless Underworld dignitaries attend, ostensibly to discuss the future development of the Underworld, but in reality, it’s about dividing up interests.

Fengdu City!

The four city gates stood open, Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals were on high alert. Every now and then, beams of Yin light crisscrossed the void, each beam filled with terrifying aura, indicating these were formidable figures in the Underworld.

Roar!

The Yin Dragon roared, Ghost Cars traversed the sky, Ghost King Jade Chariots flew up to Changtian, and a Ghost Saint stepped across the heavens. Dense ghost fog filled the eight directions, ripples trembled through the void, making Fengdu City appear both real and illusory.

The Netherworld Arena is situated in the heart of Fengdu City, covering millions of miles and it is where the Ghost Banquet opens.

Rows of black jade desks stood tall across the space, adorned with Spirit Fruit and Yin brew. Ghost maidens danced gracefully while music of zithers and se dressed the Netherworld Arena.

Central seat of honor.

Emperor Fengdu sat high, crowned with the Emperor’s Crown and dressed in a Yin Dragon Python Robe, exuding the majesty of a generation’s Ghost Emperor. Below him were the civil and military Judges and numerous Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals.

Ye Xuan and Minghe Ancestor sat to one side, occasionally raising their glasses for a slow toast.

“Daoist friend, how do you find our Underworld brew?” Minghe Ancestor put down his cup, smiling at Ye Xuan as he asked.

“Excessive Yin Qi, impure Spiritual Energy. Although the taste is excellent, it’s just low grade after all.” Ye Xuan smiled slightly, drained his cup, and exhaled a breath of cold air.

“Two Daoist brothers, after the Ghost Banquet ends, I will certainly treat you well, but today you should refrain from indulging too much.” Emperor Fengdu quietly advised.

“No worries, there are not many in the entire Underworld who can matter to the ancestor, so you can be at ease.” Minghe Ancestor laughed coldly.

“The Ten Palaces Yama have arrived!”

Suddenly, the welcoming Yin Soldiers called out loudly, and nine beams of Yin light streaked across the distant sky, accompanied by the sound of a Yin Dragon’s roar piercing the Heavenly Vault.

“Greetings, your Majesty.”

The void shimmered, Yin light filled the sky, and the Nine Yama quietly appeared in the Ghost Banquet. They first saluted Emperor Fengdu, then surveyed the surroundings, but upon seeing Ye Xuan and Minghe Ancestor, the Nine Yama held their breath, their eyes filled with awe.

The Nine Yama did not recognize Ye Xuan, but they recognized Minghe Ancestor. They never expected that the seldom-seen Minghe Ancestor would attend this Ghost Banquet.

“We greet Senior Minghe.”

“We pay respects to Senior Minghe.”

…

The Nine Yama dared not be disrespectful, hastening to pay their respects to Minghe Ancestor. Noticing Ye Xuan seated as an equal with Minghe Ancestor, they exchanged glances and bowed to Ye Xuan as well, not forgetting their manners.

Clearly, the Nine Yama were shrewd individuals who understood that anyone on par with Minghe Ancestor was certainly no ordinary person, and they dared not provoke them.

“Take your seats.”

Emperor Fengdu spoke with authority. The Nine Yama smiled obsequiously and took their seats at the Ghost Banquet, though each wore a different expression. A trace of doubt flickered through their eyes before they became silent, making the atmosphere somewhat eerie.

In fact, ever since the great tribulation of Heaven and Earth began, an endless stream of souls has flooded into the Underworld. Led by Northern Ghost Emperor Zhang Heng, the entire Underworld is now under control, including the Nine Yama.

In truth, the Ghost Banquet today was Zhang Heng’s plan to assert control over the Five Ghost Regions and declare himself the true master of the Underworld, consolidating all forces to seize the soon-to-bloom Other Shore Flower.

The Nine Yama were aware of this, but the unexpected presence of Minghe Ancestor and Ye Xuan changed the dynamics of the Ghost Banquet today, making it somewhat strange.

“The Senluo Ghost King arrives.”

“Ghost Mother Yaksha arrives.”

“Nine-eyed Ghost Child arrives.”

…

As time slipped by, the welcoming Yin Soldiers continued to announce arrivals, and many figures of the Underworld gathered at the Ghost Banquet.

Yet, as these individuals entered, they all felt an oppressive atmosphere. Everyone remained silent, taking their places in silence, the dark crowd making no sound, rendering the Ghost Banquet’s atmosphere even more eerie and heavy.