People in Conferred Gods: Rising from humble beginnings, I am the God of Wealth

Chapter 398 A Sea of ​​Blood Flows, the Dark Moon Hangs High!

Boom!Boom!Boom!
With heavy footsteps, a colossal figure tens of thousands of feet tall arrived at the Shang army camp, covering thousands of miles in a single step, and let out a deep shout.

"Zhao Gongming, your lifespan has come to an end. Come with me!"

As they spoke, a small golden banner appeared in the hand of the enormous figure.

The small banner swayed gently. The soul that had been hovering above Zhao Gongming's body, which had remained unresponsive to the actions of the Jie Sect immortals and could neither retract its body nor move its soul, trembled slightly and flew toward the small golden banner.

The tents inside the Shang army camp were not very tall. Almost the instant that figure waved the small banner, Zhao Gongming's soul flew out of the camp and appeared in everyone's sight.

If nothing unexpected happens, Zhao Gongming's soul will be absorbed into that small banner in just a few more moments.

"If Zhao Gongming's soul is taken away, can he still be considered as his primordial spirit and be included on the list?"

The brows of the Taoist Ran Deng furrowed slightly. If it wasn't for the primordial spirit to be on the list, and even the possibility of returning, then wouldn't all their efforts over the years have been in vain?

What's worse is that they've plotted against Zhao Gongming this time. If Zhao Gongming is resurrected and returns, they'll be in big trouble.

The Burning Lamp Daoist couldn't be sure what would happen to the others, but as the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, he would definitely be targeted.

He had a real understanding of Zhao Gongming's Sea-Suppressing Formation.

If Zhao Gongming disregards everything and insists on killing him, even with the help of other Chan Sect immortals, Zhao Gongming can risk serious injury to kill him on the spot.

"We must not allow Zhao Gongming's soul to be taken away. No matter what, Zhao Gongming must die today, and his primordial spirit must be listed on the honor roll!"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Taoist Ran Deng as he looked at the huge figure who was shirtless and holding a small golden banner. A look of fear crossed his face.

If he could, he really didn't want to offend this guy, but watching Zhao Gongming's soul slowly return to normal, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice:
"The Sage has decreed that during the Great Tribulation, the primordial spirits of Xuanmen disciples who die will be listed on the Investiture of the Gods, to be used for future deification. Xing Tian, ​​do you intend to defy the Sage's decree?"

This enormous figure was none other than Xing Tian of the Wu Clan.

According to the original timeline, Xing Tian should have rebelled against Heaven and had his head cut off by Haotian, becoming the headless war god.

But now Yang Xuan calls the shots in Heaven and Hell, so how could Xing Tian possibly defy Heaven? He had never even seen Haotian, and that's how he managed to keep his head.

Although the Wu tribe has terrifying physiques, even if they lose a head that will never grow back, they will not perish because of it, and they can still cultivate and comprehend the Dao.

However, without a head, the physical body is not complete, and it is basically impossible to advance further in cultivation and become a quasi-saint.

But now that Xing Tian has kept his head and become the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, a first-rank official responsible for the stability of the Underworld, there is no longer any need to worry about this.

Logically speaking, Xing Tian would not leave the underworld easily.

The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld is responsible for maintaining order in the underworld. If anyone is reckless and causes trouble in the underworld, they will be severely beaten by Xing Tian.

But what we're going to do today is to take away Zhao Gongming's soul in front of all the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects.

Ordinary ghosts and gods cannot do this kind of thing and are not up to the task. Only Xing Tian, ​​a great shaman who has reached perfection and is expected to become an ancestral shaman, can do it.

This was the solution Yang Xuan had come up with: once Zhao Gongming's soul entered the underworld, he would not be able to leave before the end of the Investiture of the Gods calamity.

If his soul does not die and his body does not decay, Zhao Gongming will not be considered to have died and his spirit will not be listed on the list. He will have survived this death calamity.

It is perfectly natural for the underworld to arrest souls; this is within the underworld's authority and does not constitute direct interference in the Investiture of the Gods.

Even if a sage knew, he would at most be dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything.

"I have no idea what orders the sage gave."

Xing Tian continued waving the small banner, intending to collect Zhao Gongming's soul into it. He turned to look at the Taoist Ran Deng, gathered his thoughts, and, after confirming he hadn't misremembered, said with an air of self-righteousness:
"Zhao Gongming's lifespan has ended, and his soul has left his body, so he is dead. Is there any problem with me taking him to the underworld to be judged?"

"Bullshit!"

The Taoist Ran Deng roared, "Zhao Gongming is a Great Luo Golden Immortal, what concept of lifespan does he have? Even if Zhao Gongming really died, it is his true spirit returning to the river of destiny, how could it be your place in the underworld?"

"Then I don't know."

Xing Tian shrugged, his hands still moving.

"Anyway, the Book of Life and Death suddenly shows that Zhao Gongming's lifespan has ended. I'm just doing what the rules say. Are you going to obstruct the underworld's soul-collecting process?"

Xing Tian's voice was deep and resonant, his tone calm and slow, but towards the end, a hint of murderous intent crept into his words.

The task of capturing Zhao Gongming's soul was assigned by Yang Xuan, and it was one of the few orders Yang Xuan had given since the establishment of the Underworld.

Regardless, Xing Tian must take Zhao Gongming's soul away today and bring it back to the Netherworld.

If anyone dares to obstruct him, Xing Tian will tear them to pieces and take them back to the underworld as a dessert.

The Witch Clan has never been a pushover or an easy target. Once they decide to do something, no one can make them back down, not even in the face of death!
"According to the Sage's decree, during the Great Tribulation, the primordial spirits of Xuanmen disciples who die will be listed on the Investiture of the Gods. If you take away Zhao Gongming's soul, you will be violating the Sage's decree and showing disrespect to the Sage."

The Taoist Ran Deng did not back down either. "Xing Tian, ​​you should think this through. Disobeying the decrees of the sages is a great disrespect. It will not only bring disaster to you, but also to the Wu Clan."

If it were any other time, Xing Tian, ​​with his fiery temper, would probably have retorted with "None of your business" after being provoked like that by Daoist Ran Deng.

In that case, it would truly be disrespectful to the sage, and even if the disciples of the Chan Sect rose up to attack him, there would be no problem with it.

Even if Xing Tian is strong and has a powerful physique, he is still within the realm of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. How could he withstand the siege of a group of Great Luo Immortals from the Chan Sect?

Even if Xing Tian could withstand it, in a battle of this magnitude, if the Chan Sect's Great Luo Immortal were to be careless and his supernatural powers or magical treasures were to miss their mark, Zhao Gongming's soul would be shattered and his spirit scattered.

But Xing Tian came to Da Shang today on Yang Xuan's orders. Given Yang Xuan's cautious nature and understanding of Xing Tian, ​​how could he not take precautions?

After Yang Xuan summoned Xing Tian to the Ghost Palace in Fengdu, he gave him various targeted training sessions.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, at least Xing Tian remembered the key information.

To sum it up in one sentence, don't engage with the immortals of the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect. No matter what they say or how they say it, just insist that Zhao Gongming's lifespan has ended and that he is simply following the rules of the underworld.

If Xing Tian were to use Yang Xuan's words flexibly in a dialogue, that would be somewhat difficult, but if he grasped some key points and read them aloud, it wouldn't be a problem.

Xing Tian remained silent for a moment, then composed his speech. His voice was still deep and his tone was calm, but his pace was rather slow, giving the impression that he was reading from a script.

"Zhao Gongming's lifespan has come to an end, and he should go to the underworld to be judged. I am just doing what is required. If you have any questions, please go to the underworld to consult."

Xing Tian scratched his head; these words were really damn hard to pronounce.

He looked troubled, pondered for a moment, and then added a sentence.

"If you still dare to obstruct the Underworld from carrying out its duties, I won't be so polite!" Xing Tian's gaze swept across the faces of the Chan Sect immortals, eager to try and add, "Hit me then, come and hit me!"
Under other circumstances, even if Xing Tian directly provoked them, the immortals of the Chan Sect would not easily become their enemies.

The Witch Clan was one of the strongest races in the primordial world, possessing naturally powerful physiques. Divine abilities and spiritual treasures of the same level could hardly cause effective damage to their physical bodies.

Moreover, the Wu tribe does not have a primordial spirit, so attacks targeting the primordial spirit are ineffective.

To defeat them, their physical bodies must be destroyed, which is easier said than done.

But today is different. No matter what, Randeng and the others must send Zhao Gongming to the list. If Xingtian takes Zhao Gongming's soul away, all their efforts over the years will be in vain, and it will also leave a huge hidden danger.

"After a Xuanmen immortal dies, his primordial spirit should be listed on the list. This is the decree of the sages. Since you insist on doing so, you are going against the decree of the sages and showing disrespect to the sages."

"Those who disrespect the sages shall be executed!"

With a shout, the group of Chan Sect immortals split into two: a small group focused on the Jie Sect immortals, while the majority of the rest used their supernatural powers and magical treasures to fly towards Xing Tian.

Seeing this situation, the immortals of the Jie Sect were at a loss for what to do.

If you stop Xing Tian and try to seize Zhao Gongming's soul, wouldn't that be helping the immortals of the Chan Sect?

Even in a battle of this magnitude, it's not guaranteed that the soul can be retrieved. In the process of trying to retrieve it, Zhao Gongming's soul might be attacked, causing it to dissipate and his body to perish.

But if they don't try to steal it and just let Xing Tian take Zhao Gongming's soul back to the underworld, Zhao Gongming might be thrown into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and reincarnated.

Moreover, if they don't try to steal it, Zhao Gongming's soul might still be accidentally struck by the immortals of the Chan Sect during the fierce battle.

"or……"

"To protect Senior Brother Gongming's soul with all our might?"

After much deliberation, the group of immortals from the Jie Sect felt that this plan was more reliable.

Compared to being completely destroyed, returning to the underworld at least offers a glimmer of hope.

Shen Gongbao thought the same thing, and he thought even more deeply than the other immortals of the Jie Sect.

As early as when Zhao Gongming arrived in Kyushu, Shen Gongbao asked Yang Xuan for instructions, and the answer he received was just two words—"It's alright."

When Zhao Gongming was hit and lost consciousness, he consulted Yang Xuan again and received the same reply: it was alright. Yang Xuan also told him that he would know what to do when the time was right.

Now that he saw Xing Tian appear, intending to take away Zhao Gongming's soul, he immediately understood that this was the opportunity Yang Xuan had mentioned.

Once Zhao Gongming's soul enters the underworld, whether he returns to life, is reincarnated, or is imprisoned there is entirely up to Yang Xuan.

The only problem now is how to get Zhao Gongming's soul to the underworld.

Xing Tian was indeed very strong; even three or five Great Luo Immortals of the Chan Sect were no match for him.

However, Zhao Gongming's soul was far too fragile. Any divine power from a Great Luo Golden Immortal would cause it to scatter, making it virtually impossible to protect him.

Shen Gongbao's mind raced, and he quickly made a decision.

To save Zhao Gongming, they need to find a way to get Xing Tian to take his soul to the underworld. As for how to bring him back to life and have his soul return to his body, that's up to Yang Xuan.

"With the Emperor's cultivation, this is probably not a problem at all."

Shen Gongbao nodded secretly and immediately ordered that some of the Jie Sect immortals entangle the Chan Sect immortals, while another group of Jie Sect immortals set up an array to protect Zhao Gongming's soul.

Crash-!
But just then, a sound of flowing water suddenly came, and a blood-red river had appeared on the surrounding land without anyone noticing.

A blurry figure slowly walked across the river.

The figure was very small, only as tall as one of Xing Tian's toes, but his entire body contained a terrifying Daoist aura.

His every step can travel billions of miles forward.

With each step he took, a crimson killing intent surged forth from the surroundings.

By the time he took the third step, he had reached Xing Tian's shoulder, and the killing intent around him seemed to have materialized.

"The River Styx?!"

Everyone present stared in horror at the figure standing on Xing Tian's shoulder, dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, and dared not even breathe loudly.

The Styx Daoist is currently the only Quasi-Saint with Three Corpses in the Primordial World!
Back when Styx was still a Quasi-Saint of the Second Corpse, he dared to provoke Houtu and draw his sword. No matter how unscrupulous the Jie Sect immortals were, or how arrogant the Chan Sect immortals were, they wouldn't dare to provoke such a stubborn brat.

Moreover, Styx is now a Quasi-Saint with Three Corpses, and the Blood Sea has already flowed into the Netherworld. Without Houtu's approval, even the Heavenly Saints cannot do anything to him.

Unless someone really doesn't want to live, absolutely no one would want to mess with this guy.

Why did Daoist Styx suddenly come here? Did someone provoke him?
Just as everyone was tense and uncertain, Daoist Styx's gaze swept over the group of Chan Sect immortals, and he said with a smile:

"What do you mean by this? Do you intend to interfere with the underworld's work of capturing souls?"

His gaze was like a sharp blade, stinging the entire body of the Chan Sect immortals, as if they would be sliced ​​to pieces by his gaze if they nodded.

This is the absolute crushing of a Quasi-Saint of the Three Corpses by a Great Luo Golden Immortal!
Upon seeing this, Shen Gongbao breathed a sigh of relief. With the Styx Daoist here, which of these Chan Sect immortals would dare to stop the Underworld from collecting souls? And who could stop the Underworld from collecting souls?

Lighting a lamp? He dared not!

Yun Zhongzi? He wouldn't dare!

Daoist Lu Ya? He wouldn't dare either!

"No wonder the Emperor was so calm; it turns out he invited Daoist Styx over, and there's a Quasi-Saint among them..."

As Shen Gongbao was feeling sentimental, he suddenly noticed that on this battlefield filled with black mist and murderous intent, a pale white light had appeared out of nowhere.

Looking up, I saw that tonight's moon was no longer its usual silvery white, but a deathly pale white.

No, it seems there aren't just two Quasi-Saints!

"In order to save Senior Brother Gongming, the Emperor sent two Quasi-Saints. Is that... reasonable?"

Shen Gongbao frowned slightly. He knew Yang Xuan well. He knew that Yang Xuan was always cautious in his actions, but he also knew that Yang Xuan never did anything meaningless.

Sending two quasi-saints, Styx and Twelve Moon, to rescue Zhao Gongming was clearly redundant, unless…

Yang Xuan had other plans!
(End of this chapter)