Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 541 White Dragon Cave, "The Yellow Springs Corpse Control Scripture," Imperial Hometown Ancestor?
Yang Chen and the others escaped from the capital.

The six men did not control their movements; they moved so fast that they were out of the city tower in just a dozen breaths.

It landed in the mountains and forests outside the city gate.

The six of them settled in the mountains and forests outside the imperial city. The trees were tall and lush, but since it was autumn, there were few leaves left, leaving only bare trunks, which looked rather desolate.

The six of them, sharing a common understanding, did not return to the Fangcun Mountain camp, because they were worried that the demons in the imperial city would follow them and harm their fellow disciples.

Fortunately, the demon seemed to be firmly trapped in the imperial city and unable to escape.

The disciple from Feilai Peak plopped down on the ground, ignoring the mud, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"We're saved! We're saved!"

Among the best phrases in the world is "a false alarm".

The six of them felt like they had been reborn from the ashes, and they all smiled.

at this time!

Filled with curiosity, Yang Chen asked, "Senior Sister Lü, how did you know there would be a vacancy in the southeast? And what was that purplish-gold light just now?"

Xiao Wan'er did not answer. Instead, she turned around and gazed at the gloomy imperial city, her eyes filled with worry.

Lu Qingyu also felt that Xiao Wan'er seemed different today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Qin Shi suddenly looked up at the sky, his pupils contracted sharply, and he gasped.

"Look!" His voice almost changed.

As everyone followed his gaze, their blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Above the imperial city, a red-haired demon that blotted out the sky suddenly appeared!

The demon had a blue face and fangs, its blood-red fur like flames, and its enormous body was hidden in the surging black mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Most chillingly, it held the entire imperial city in its mouth.

And what's even stranger is—

Deep within the throat of the evil spirit, a majestic vermilion gate stands silently.

"boom--"

The world was completely silent, yet the six people's eardrums seemed to be throbbing painfully from some invisible roar.

The demon slowly shook its head, and the crimson gate slowly opened.

One by one, a dark blue hand reached out.

In an instant, the six of them felt dizzy and their vision suddenly became chaotic.

They all collapsed to the ground.

~

You follow this Demon Lord of All People into the heart of the imperial city.

You look up and see the crimson gate in the red-haired demon's mouth slowly opening.

[From within, illusory blue hands reached out to grab the demonic soldiers within the city.]

Like a large sack, everything was dumped into this vermilion gate, like food being poured out and dishes being filled.

You only felt an invisible pressure assail you, like a blow to the head. The refined "Taiyi Five Elements Luo" transformed into chaotic mist that enveloped you, having no effect on you.

Looking at the demons again, most of them immediately collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Thousands upon thousands of eerie blue hands, like vises, gripped the demon tightly and shoved it straight into the gate with swift and decisive movements.

The ghostly soldiers, however, seemed to be under some kind of spell, and actually walked towards the gate on their own, as if there was some irresistible attraction within.

The young man showed no reaction, silently watching as the demons and ghostly soldiers of the city were captured.

You gaze upon the mortal souls caught in the demonic portal, and understand—these souls have long since departed their bodies, with no possibility of returning to life.

Suddenly, the sound of wind whistling came from the four corners of the imperial city.

[Only in the four cardinal directions stood four small, dark banners, their surfaces swirling and releasing hundreds of thousands of ghostly spirits!]

The souls, swarming like locusts, blotted out the sky, emitting mournful cries, and relentlessly plunged into the crimson, eerie gate.

You are slightly puzzled; almost all the demons and ghostly soldiers in this city were devoured by this eerie gate.

What is it supposed to be?

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings explained, "An exchange, or rather, a sacrifice."

"My disciple is indeed a prodigy, especially in the art of controlling ghosts. From a young age, he was born with the ability to see ghosts, and he can see these ethereal and mysterious creatures with eight arms."

The disciples called him a freak, but he believed himself to be born with extraordinary abilities, a deity.

You asked, "Is this a tactic employed by the Demonic Sect's Chaoyin Cult?"

"I suppose so. He comes from the Chaoyin Sect, but he should have inherited a portion of the ancient White Dragon Cave's legacy."

[You do know about White Dragon Cave? It's one of the ancient sites for nurturing souls and refining corpses, a lineage on par with the Star Dou Sect and Ascending Dragon Path, which are now inherited from other sects.]

[Fourteen minutes later!]

[Look, the demons and evil spirits in the city are about to be completely devoured.]

The aura emanating from the demon-devouring child grew increasingly terrifying, as if some horrific being was about to appear behind the door.

You frowned slightly: "Aren't you going to stop it?"

The young man chuckled upon hearing this, "I'd be happy to see it happen."

[You said no more, and observed the situation. After the last trace of yin energy was completely consumed by the vermilion gate, the red-haired demon slowly shook its head, and the giant gate began to close.]

A long-lost smile appeared on the Demon Lord of All Living Beings' face. "It's been a long time."

[Your eyes gleam with a jade-like luster; as you gaze intently, a figure gradually appears in the void.]

[Or perhaps, it couldn't even be called human; an eight-armed monster stood in mid-air, clad in black, its figure towering over two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) tall.]

Its face was distorted like a melting wax figure, indistinguishable between male and female, more like a dark statue in the city, yet possessing a more eerie vitality than those clay or wooden sculptures.

[His eyes were pure white, quite eerie.]

In an instant, the entire imperial city trembled.

[The black smoke from the statues of gods in the city all entered the strange man's body, causing his cultivation to rise steadily until he reached the Golden Core realm of the Great Dao.]

The strange figure slowly rose into the sky, looking directly at the red-haired demon across the void.

This must be the disciple the Demon Lord of All Beings spoke of, or perhaps the "Mysterious Yellow Responding Virtue Wheel-Turning King"!

[Aren't you worried about being discovered? This Demon Lord of All Living Beings has used some means that this strange man hasn't noticed the two of you. Even with the commotion you just caused, no one paid any attention.]

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings said, "Is the main event about to begin?"

[Upon hearing this,]

The vermilion gate slowly trembled and opened, and a large red coffin was pushed out, silently floating in the air.

The strange man wasn't pleased; instead, he said angrily, "It's not a promise, it's two bites!"

[Beyond the gate lay a dark, bottomless vortex.]

After a while, a sound came, a rustling whisper, like countless insects crawling: "These... my lord is not very satisfied."

The eight-armed monster fell silent after hearing this.

[But, stepping into the coffin, he gently tapped it.] [The coffin stood upright.]

[Your eyesight is excellent. Inside that coffin lay the skeleton of a middle-aged man, perfectly preserved. He wore a spotless Taoist robe with a blue hairpin, his skin was fair and delicate, and his features were so handsome they seemed otherworldly. He lay peacefully with his eyes closed, as if he had simply fallen into a light sleep.]

[The eight-armed monster, upon seeing the person in the coffin, began to gesticulate wildly and let out a hoarse, grinding laugh.]

The voice from behind the door spoke again, "I'm warning you, my Lord said... this person is dangerous."

The eight-armed monster shook its head, "When they die, their souls return to heaven and earth, becoming spirits, and thus my servants."

The eight-armed monster exhaled black mist, tightly enveloping the skeleton within the coffin. He chanted incantations, then took out chains, pierced the skeleton, and affixed talismans to them.

The voice from behind the door sounded again.

"Just so you know... I smell life."

The eight-armed monster abruptly stopped. It slowly straightened up, its distorted face twitching unnaturally—though you couldn't discern any expression from its face, you could clearly sense that its eyes had become dangerous and sharp.

【"who?!"】

The eight-armed monster roared, its eight arms tensing simultaneously, the chains clanging in the air.

"Are they rats from Fangcun Mountain? How dare they!"

【"come out!"】

Surprisingly, the Demon Lord of All Living Beings did not remain in hiding.

He rose into the air with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, revealing the aura of a grandmaster.

You had no choice but to follow closely behind, traversing the air in mid-air.

When the eight-armed monster saw who it was, its distorted face froze—even on such a terrifying face, fear was clearly visible.

"How...how is this possible?" Its voice suddenly turned sharp and piercing. "Shouldn't you be trapped in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury? Even Bao Hong and the heavenly beings are trapped there, how could you possibly have escaped?"

[You frowned. The "Bao Hong" mentioned by the eight-armed monster was actually the real name of the current number one righteous person, the Nine Yang Daoist.]

[And the celestial beings are the kings of heretics.]

These three are the only three unparalleled grandmasters in this world!

[Three people are trapped in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury? This news will shock you.]

"Surprised?"

The Demon Lord of All Beings chuckled lightly, "My dear disciple, have you forgotten that your master has already cultivated an indestructible demonic body?"

"Impossible!" the eight-armed monster roared hysterically. "This place is hundreds of thousands of miles from the East Sea. Even if it were an avatar, there would be no way it could cross such a distance to control it."

The young man smiled and said, "I really like your expression."

The eight-armed man also noticed and said, "You've become younger? You've truly advanced to a realm above the Saintly Heaven."

[This reminder brings to mind that although the Demon Lord of the Common People is one of the three supreme grandmasters, he is actually over a thousand years old. Even a grandmaster as powerful as him cannot escape the shackles of lifespan. In comparison, Daoist Bao Hong of the Nine Yang Sect is only a little over seven hundred years old, and the Celestial Being is only around nine hundred years old.]

"The Holy Heaven is dead," the young man murmured. "The people shall rise."

The eight-armed monster finally became frightened, and the voice from inside the vermilion gate rang out again, "He... is not a real living person."

Upon hearing this, the eight-armed monster slowly stopped trembling, its eight arms closing like lotus flowers, and its distorted face gradually regained its composure: "I almost fell for Master's trap."

It sneered, "With Bao Hong and the Heavenly Beings' abilities, how could they possibly allow Master to leave the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury alone?"

"We devised a plan to trap the three of you in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, which perfectly fulfills our scheme."

"The Heavenly Emperor's Treasury is not so easy to escape from."

The young man remained noncommittal. "My dear disciple, why did you betray me and join the Mortal Immortal Sect?"

[The Immortal Sect of the Mortal World?]

You were slightly taken aback. This sect was the reclusive sect that the previous peak master of Little Green Peak had betrayed his sect and joined, with ascension as its ultimate goal.

The eight-armed monster laughed maniacally, "Haha, betraying you is betraying our master!"

"The Holy Gate should be a sacred place for cultivation where nature selects the best and the strong are respected! But instead, you're trying to establish some kind of 'Path of the Common People,' taking those monsters from the Southern Frontier as your disciples."

"On the contrary, all the senior and junior brothers and sisters of my Red Dust Immortal Sect have only one goal: to ascend to this realm and see the wonders beyond the heavens. We would not regret it even if it meant dying a hundred times."

The young man gently shook his head, a look of pity in his eyes: "Foolish child, you are walking a dead end. Only my path to the common people is the true path to heaven."

The eight-armed monster seemed to have found his confidence. "Now, I'm not afraid of you anymore. If your true form were to come, I would be somewhat afraid."

"You old fool, let me show you what I'm capable of."

The young man remained unperturbed, his eyes still narrowed, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Ren Gui, if you beg for mercy, I will spare your life."

"Shut up!" The eight-armed monster suddenly roared in fury, all eight arms clenching tightly. "I am no longer the benevolent ghost you could command—"

It roared, enunciating each word clearly, "Call me the Xuanhuang Yingde Wheel-Turning King!"

You silently stepped back, standing behind the Demon Lord of All Living Beings. Although this eight-armed monster didn't seem to care about you, after all, he was only at the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao.

[The eight-armed monster didn't attack; instead, it frantically spewed out black smoke from its body. Its eight arms held various magical implements: a soul-summoning bell, a leather drum, and a golden gong, which it seemed to be striking.]

Yellow paper fluttered down like snowflakes.

Your gaze is fixed on the upright coffin, amidst the strange blowing sounds.

The corpse's long, slender fingers seemed to tremble slightly.

The corpse is slowly waking up.

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings did not intervene; instead, he watched quietly from the sidelines.

Finally, the person in the coffin gently twitched their eyelids and then opened their eyes.

Those were calm, narrow eyes. He slowly looked at his hands, his fingers gently curling and then gently opening.

[Those eyes showed only a slight flicker of emotion.]

However, the middle-aged corpse was covered in talismans and bound by chains.

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings said, "You've actually learned the secret of the White Dragon Cave—the 'Yellow Springs Corpse Control Scripture'—which allows the dead to be resurrected and used for your own purposes."

"However, who exactly is the person in this coffin? And why is it necessary to offer so many unseen offerings to the Ghost Kingdom?"

You looked up, and the enormous red-haired demon still had its mouth wide open, but it showed no emotion whatsoever, like a lifeless object.

The crimson, eerie door remained wide open, revealing a bottomless abyss of utter darkness beyond.

At this moment, the eight-armed monster began chanting scriptures; his voice was deep and mysterious, seemingly capable of communicating with the netherworld.

As the scriptures were chanted, the gaze of the person in the coffin gradually faded, replaced by an emotionless indifference, like a manipulated puppet, devoid of self-awareness.

The middle-aged corpse slowly emerged from the coffin, then extended its slender hand.

[You immediately feel a sense of familiarity upon seeing this.]

A black dot appeared in the palm of the middle-aged corpse, and then slowly formed a white dot.

The black dots absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, while the white dots repel everything around them.

"The Taiyuan One Yang Sword?!"

You suddenly thought of someone, "The Ancestor of the Imperial Capital!!"

(End of this chapter)