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

Chapter 399 The Ghost Army Passes By, and Living Beings Retreat!
“Fellow Daoist Styx, the Investiture of the Gods in the Xuanmen was ordained by the Dao Ancestor. Please release Zhao Gongming’s soul to avoid any misunderstandings…”

The Burning Lamp Taoist's attention was not on the moonlight. He looked at the Styx Taoist standing on Xing Tian's shoulder, clasped his hands together, and performed a Taoist salute.

If it were just Xing Tian alone, he would still consider fighting him.

Even if one or two Grand Luo Immortals of the Chan Sect couldn't defeat Xing Tian, ​​it wouldn't be a problem if they accidentally struck Zhao Gongming's soul during the battle, causing it to dissipate and his primordial spirit to be listed on the leaderboard.

Now that Daoist Styx has appeared, he dares not have such thoughts again.

There is an insurmountable gap between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint; it is common knowledge that a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot defeat a Quasi-Saint.

The Styx Daoist is an outstanding Quasi-Saint, and is currently the only Quasi-Saint with three corpses in the prehistoric world.

In addition, given the wicked nature of the Styx Daoist, if anyone dared to fight him, it's likely that all the immortals of the Chan Sect present would have their primordial spirits implicated.

Since force won't work, we can only try to get Daoist Styx to retreat on his own initiative.

Bringing up the Dao Ancestor is obviously the best option. Even if Styx is stubborn enough to attack a sage, would he dare to disrespect a sage?
However, before Daoist Ran Deng could finish speaking, Daoist Ming He interrupted him.

"Fellow Daoist? Who do you think you are, daring to call me fellow Daoist?"

The Styx Daoist shouted, and his gaze, as tangible as a physical object, fell upon the Burning Lamp Daoist, creating numerous cuts that instantly turned him into a bloody mess.

"I am a Quasi-Saint of the Three Corpses. What are you? You're not even a Quasi-Saint, yet you dare to call me a fellow Daoist? Is this the courtesy of the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect?"

Upon hearing this, both the immortals of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect showed a hint of embarrassment.

If anyone below the Quasi-Saint level is considered useless, then aren't they all useless? The area of ​​effect of this map-wide attack is truly enormous.

The key point is that they cannot refute it, nor dare they refute it, because the Styx Daoist is a Quasi-Saint, and currently the strongest Quasi-Saint in the prehistoric world.

The other immortals of the Chan Sect were only affected by the general attack, and they all felt ashamed and angry. Daoist Ran Deng was so embarrassed and angry by Daoist Minghe that his face turned red with rage.

Although his position as the vice leader of the Chan Sect was indeed somewhat dubious, Yuanshi Tianzun only gave him this position because he had visited Zixiao Palace during his third sermon there. He was not very well-regarded within the Chan Sect.

But he is, after all, the vice leader of the Chan Sect. Whether in Kunlun Mountain or in other parts of the prehistoric world, he should still be treated with the respect due to him.

He had never imagined that he would bring up a sage like this, only to be publicly humiliated by the Styx Daoist because of the word "fellow Daoist."

If it were any other time, and a Grand Luo Golden Immortal dared to humiliate him like this, he would not hesitate to use the Measuring Ruler to throw the others into the Spirit Coffin Lamp and refine them into some pills.

But Styx is a Quasi-Saint, a Three Corpse Quasi-Saint. No matter how dissatisfied Daoist Ran Deng was, he didn't dare to make a move, or even dare to refute him.

After a moment of silence and adjusting his mindset, Randeng bowed again with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Senior Styx, the Investiture of the Gods in the Xuanmen was a matter decided by the Dao Ancestor and all the saints. After a Xuanmen disciple dies, his primordial spirit will be listed on the Investiture of the Gods list, to be used for the future Investiture of the Gods.”

"If it is the Dao... if the senior were to imprison Zhao Gongming's soul in the underworld, preventing his primordial spirit from being listed, this would ruin Zhao Gongming's opportunity and disrupt the Investiture of the Gods. I'm afraid the Sage would be displeased."

When it comes to eloquence, the Taoist Ran Deng is truly outstanding, and his views are quite compatible with those of the Western religion.

His words seemed sincere, but in reality, he brought up the Dao Ancestor and the Sages, hoping to make Styx back down.

It was claimed that this would ruin Zhao Gongming's opportunity, implying that Zhao Gongming did not want this either, and that death and the dissipation of his Dao would be the best end for him, so that the Styx River would give up on its own initiative.

However, Styx has not come here today to engage in any verbal sparring with Dipankara.

No matter how eloquently Ran Deng spoke, unless a sage truly descended, the Styx River would pretend not to hear him.

Yang Xuan had already given instructions on how to deal with today's situation. All Minghe needed to do was make slight modifications based on the situation on the ground and then read the instructions aloud.

"Since the Investiture of the Gods was decided by the Sage, I will not break it."

The Styx Daoist withdrew his gaze slightly, and seeing that no new wounds appeared on Randeng's body, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ah!
No matter what kind of quasi-saint or sub-saint you are, you are all ants in front of a saint. How could you ants possibly control the matter of my Xuanmen conferring gods?
You call me useless? But aren't you useless in front of sages and the Chan sect?
But before Randeng could be smug for long, Styx chuckled softly.

"If Zhao Gongming's soul is scattered and his body is destroyed, his primordial spirit will naturally be listed on the list, and no one can change that."

"However, Zhao Gongming's soul is still here, but his primordial spirit has not been listed. His lifespan has been exhausted, so he should return to the underworld to be judged. This is the duty of the underworld and is not a matter of disrupting the Investiture of the Gods."

"To be honest, Zhao Gongming's lifespan was exhausted more than a hundred years ago. His Majesty gave you a chance because of the Xuanmen's conferment of gods, allowing us to come and take Zhao Gongming's soul away today."

"If we can defeat Zhao Gongming and destroy his soul within the next hundred years, we will leave Kyushu after collecting the spirits of this place."

"Who would have thought that more than a hundred years have passed and you still haven't managed to scatter Zhao Gongming's soul."

“Since Zhao Gongming’s soul has not dispersed, he should enter my underworld. This is the rule. If I remember correctly, your Chan Sect also had immortals whose souls returned to the underworld a few years ago.”

"We have acted in accordance with the rules. If you still want to cause trouble, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Having said that, Daoist Styx gently waved his sleeve, directly taking Zhao Gongming's soul into the projection of the Emperor's Banner in Xing Tian's hand.

Crash-!
Then, the sound of flowing water was heard, and the Styx Daoist took a step forward, landing on the blood river on the ground and disappearing.

Xing Tian also started walking at this moment, shaking the projection of the Human Emperor Banner in his hand to gather the surrounding Yin spirits, and walked towards the place where the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect were fighting.

When the immortals of the Jie Sect saw Xing Tian approaching, they all stepped aside to make way for him.

They all knew that Zhao Gongming had at least a glimmer of hope in the underworld, and even if he were to reincarnate, it would be better than having his primordial spirit listed.

After all, Zhao Gongming has a divine position in both Heaven and the Underworld, and he doesn't need to rely on the Investiture of the Gods to ascend to Heaven. There's no need for him to go through the Investiture of the Gods. Once he's on the Investiture of the Gods, it won't be easy for him to get off.

As the immortals of the Chan Sect, including Randeng and Yunzhongzi, watched Xingtian approach, their expressions were somewhat grim.

What the immortals of the Jie Sect knew, they could naturally also think of.

Once Zhao Gongming's soul enters the underworld, not only will all their efforts over the years be in vain, but they will also completely offend Zhao Gongming, an outer disciple of the Jie Sect.

But what the Styx Taoist said was also true. If Zhao Gongming's soul was scattered and his primordial spirit should have been on the list, but was intercepted by the underworld, then it was indeed disrupting the Investiture of the Gods.

However, if Zhao Gongming's soul was intact and not on the list, then he should indeed go to the underworld to be judged, just like Jiang Ziya back then. He was not disrupting the Investiture of the Gods.

If the immortals of the Chan Sect do not approve of this, then according to the rules, Jiang Ziya should also have his soul scattered and his primordial spirit listed on the list. Although Jiang Ziya's cultivation level is not high, and he is not even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he was born in accordance with destiny and is the one destined to hold the list.

If the person in charge of the list were to be on the list himself, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face; it would also severely damage the fortune of the Chan Sect in the upcoming Investiture of the Gods.

However, if we just watch Xing Tian take Zhao Gongming's soul away, it will definitely become a huge hidden danger.

After much deliberation, Daoist Ran Deng looked at Xing Tian, ​​who had already walked up to him without slowing down or going around him, and finally gritted his teeth and stepped aside.

"Let him go!"

The other immortals of the Chan Sect also understood the stakes, and no matter how unwilling they were, they still stepped aside and did not block Xing Tian's path.

Firstly, if they were to stop Xing Tian, ​​they would be breaking the rules of the underworld, and the River Styx could descend at any time, which they simply couldn't defeat.

Secondly, if they still believe Zhao Gongming deserves to die, then Xing Tian and the Styx will definitely put Jiang Ziya on the list.

From any perspective, blocking Xing Tian's path was clearly not a wise choice.

"Hell……"

As Randeng watched Xingtian walk past him, he looked up at the dark moon hanging high in the sky and realized that the Underworld was not an empty shell at all, but a behemoth that could force the Chan Sect to compromise.

The underworld has countless ghost messengers and generals, including many Golden Immortals and Great Luo Immortals, as well as two Quasi-Saints, Styx and Twelve Moon.

Both the Chan Sect and the Underworld have sages in charge. If they were to fight, even if Styx and Twelve Moon, the two quasi-sages, didn't intervene, the Chan Sect would probably still be no match for the Underworld.

Back when Yang Xuan first established the Underworld, Randeng was so disdainful, thinking that Yang Xuan was just lucky to have found this loophole and gained some merit.

After the establishment of the Heaven and Earth Bank, Randeng began to think that perhaps the Underworld could become a first-class power in the prehistoric world.

The outcome was unexpected. Only a few years have passed, and the Underworld has grown to its current state, with two Quasi-Saints presiding over it.

Moreover, it seems that these two quasi-saints joined the Underworld not because of Houtu, but because of Yang Xuan.

Looking back now, Randeng still finds it somewhat unbelievable that Yang Xuan was able to lead the Underworld to this level in such a short time.

Ran Deng stopped thinking about it and looked at the Jie Sect immortals in front of him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Zhao Gongming can leave, but you can't!"

Having said that, Randeng urged the Measuring Ruler in his hand to charge forward.

Because of the intervention of the underworld, the Chan Sect has lost face big time. No matter what, they have to get revenge on these Jie Sect immortals.

The other immortals of the Chan Sect were in the same boat, and the immortals of the Jie Sect were not to be outdone. The arrival of Xing Tian and the Styx disrupted the Chan Sect's surprise attack and gave the Jie Sect immortals time to prepare.

The Jie Sect excels at formations; given enough time to set up their formations, their strength can be greatly enhanced.

Although the immortals of the Jie Sect are not as strong as those of the Chan Sect, and they do not know how to set up a grand formation, they cannot do so in such a short time.

However, this extra time allowed them to set up numerous formations, which were enough to compensate for some of their disadvantages. At least they wouldn't be overwhelmed by the enemy and would increase their chances of escape.

Without this buffer period, at least half of them would probably have perished here.

But as the battle raged on, the immortals of both the Chan and Jie sects frowned slightly and eventually chose to retreat, leaving only the soldiers of the Shang and Xiqi to fight.

They discovered that the surrounding black mist did not dissipate after Xing Tian left.

The Yin messengers in the black mist did not leave either. They continued to wave the projection of the Emperor's Banner in their hands, controlling the surrounding Yin spirits, who formed a long procession behind them and walked across the battlefield.

In a battle between Great Luo Golden Immortals, a single strike can cover an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld on the battlefield are naturally within their attack range.

Even the attacks of Taiyi Golden Immortals can cover these underworld ghosts and gods.

Logically speaking, they were engaged in a magical battle, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld barged in on their own, which was tantamount to courting death. They wouldn't care, and even if they accidentally killed these people, they would deserve to die, and no one could find fault with them.

However, whenever their supernatural powers affected these underworld spirits, a beam of moonlight would block their power.

At the same time, they will feel a flutter in their hearts, and this flutter will become more and more intense each time.

As their supernatural powers spread more frequently, they noticed that the surrounding moonlight became increasingly pale, the black mist became increasingly dense, and specks of blood began to appear on the ground, gradually converging into a river.

Such changes sent chills down their spines and filled them with unease.

Later, they had a strong premonition that if they dared to attack the ghosts and gods of the underworld or interfere with the underworld officials' efforts to capture souls, whether intentionally or unintentionally, disaster would befall them.

This calamity may come from the dark moon in the sky, or it may come from the blood river that is about to form on the ground.

Finally, the immortals of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect exchanged a glance, tacitly withdrew from the battlefield, and returned to their respective camps.

With their departure, the underworld officials were no longer attacked, the surrounding moonlight gradually dimmed, the blood river ceased to form, and the black mist returned to its original state.

The soldiers of Da Shang and Xi Qi, seeing this change and then looking at the seemingly indifferent underworld messengers who were collecting souls throughout the battlefield, all felt a chill run down their spines.

They had a vague feeling that if they dared to interfere with these underworld messengers who were collecting souls, they would be severely punished, and their souls might even be forcibly taken away.

In the end, both sides called a retreat, choosing to leave the battlefield to these underworld officials and let them take the spirits away first.

The immortals of the Chan and Jie sects have all fled, so what are they still fighting for?
What they didn't know was that this scene wasn't just happening on this battlefield, nor was it just happening in Kyushu; it was happening all over the prehistoric world!

If you stand outside the primordial wilderness and look down, you will find that black mist permeates all parts of the wilderness. The pale moonlight shines on the black mist, making it look unusually silver.

Their intuition was not wrong; anyone who interferes with the spirits of the underworld in capturing souls will be severely punished, ranging from minor soul damage to the complete extraction of their soul.

Those who block the path of these underworld officials will be punished most severely.

Whether intentional or unintentional, anyone who blocks the path of the underworld officials will have only one outcome: their soul will be imprisoned in the Emperor's Banner, even if they are a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would perish, and for a time, all living beings in the prehistoric world developed a fear of the Underworld. The influence of the Underworld was increasing at a slow but steady pace.

The ghostly army passed through, and all living beings retreated!
(End of this chapter)