This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 315: The Gate to the Other Shore

The white mist is thick and difficult to dispel.

The other side of the underworld was filled with evil, and the three Xiao brothers were hesitant, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Reason told them that this place was dangerous and they should not enter rashly. Reason also told them that this place was too dangerous and they must clear it out as soon as possible, otherwise the gods would be at peace and the Xiao family would be doomed to fail.

The three of them looked at each other and decided to find out what was going on.

Now that we are here, we should at least find out the details and test our depth.

Xiao Feng often walked underground. In addition to the unique skills inherited from the Xiao family, he also learned several skills to conceal his presence. He waved his hand to stir up the cold wind and clear away the thick fog in front of him.

He grabbed a handful of wind, sniffed it and smelled the salty taste, coughed repeatedly and said: "The death aura is thick, eliminating life, and living people cannot enter. You need corresponding skills or magic weapons to protect yourself."

It is not certain whether the river before us is the Forgotten River, but it is filled with the aura of death, and even goose feathers cannot float on it. Anyone who sets foot on it will sink to the bottom and be given a seat at the bottom of the river.

Xiao Qiu Shui didn't have any corresponding martial arts skills, so she jumped onto Xiao Feng's back, reminiscing about the past. When she thought of the game of riding horses that the two brothers played when they were children, she couldn't help but look nostalgic.

Xiao Feng also thought of it, because it was Xiao Qiu Shui who had always ridden on him and the memories were not very pleasant, so he threw the person to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Xiao Ling had the Tai'a Sword to protect him, so he was not afraid of the Yellow Spring's deathly aura, and it could even be called its nemesis. However, activating the sword would make too much noise, and he might alert the enemy and lure out the Yellow Spring's ghosts who had been sleeping for many years. He put away the Tai'a Sword and looked towards Xiao Feng eagerly.

The greater the capacity, the more passengers it can carry.

Xiao Feng cursed as he became a means of transportation. Because he refused to be the younger brother, he had to carry his two brothers across the river. Therefore, he raised his hands horizontally, with Xiao Qiu Shui standing on his left hand and Xiao Ling standing on his right hand.

This is his last bit of stubbornness!

Xiang Yuan was not so stubborn. His body shook and he used the formless seal to simulate the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. The true energy in his body was naturally transformed into the Three Yin true energy. His aura changed greatly and he had some of the style of Huangquan Zuo Shi.

He raised his hand and grabbed Xiao Lingyue and carried her on his back, muttering that the chest wrap was an evil object and was very unfriendly to a helpful young hero like him.

Xiang Yuan walked in front of the Yellow Spring Water. The biting cold came from below, making him shiver subconsciously, and his pace couldn't help but speed up by three points.

He was very sure that the river under his feet was definitely not the Forgetful River, and there would not be a group of old men and women waving at him on the other side of the river. But it was really weird, because he was cheating by carrying Xiao Lingyue across the river, so with every step he took, the weight on his shoulders increased by three points. When he reached the center of the river, Xiao Lingyue was as heavy as a mountain, pressing him down...

Feel nothing.

This is what innate supernatural power is like. The beauty of numbers is something that those who play with the mechanics will never understand.

Xiang Yuan makes light of heavy objects, but Xiao Feng is just the opposite, he feels heavy things are heavy when he lifts heavy objects.

Firstly, the Yin Qi technique he practiced was far less sophisticated than the Three Yin Book of Life and Death, and he could only protect himself on the surface of the Yellow Springs River.

Secondly, he did not have Xiang Yuan's natural strength, and he could not hold on when he reached the center of the river with two mountains on his shoulders. He had no choice but to walk and crawl, dreaming of the past, and climbed to the other side of the river carrying his two brothers.

As soon as he got ashore, Xiao Feng collapsed due to exhaustion. He was exhausted and had to take out several bottles of pills to replenish his blood and mana.

Xiang Yuan watched this scene, frowned slightly, and said nothing. He picked a red spider lily and studied it.

The yin energy penetrates into the bones, and there is no yang but only yin. It is said to be a living thing, but it is more like a dead object.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there were three checkpoints in a row, first the demonic array, then the illusion array and the Yellow Spring River. Each of them was designed to block outsiders from entering. Moreover, each of the checkpoints had powerful means, and even a group of Grandmasters in the Tongyou period might not be able to break in.

The pyramid ruins have seals, but they do not seal the inside, but block the outside world.

The three Xiao brothers were by no means fools. After crossing the river, they had some guesses in their minds. Each of them looked solemn and vowed to find out the truth of this place.

Regardless of whether this place is related to last week, last week is gone, and Shendu is now the Xiao family’s base, which cannot be lost.

The five people walked forward again, and the inside of the pyramid was like a netherworld, with a red moon in the sky, pale green phosphorescence everywhere, and a smell of decay in the air. From time to time, ghosts appeared and shuttled through the phosphorescence.

"Hiss--"

After walking for a while, the five people stepped into a place that was probably a mass grave. There were many tombstones standing in rows and the wind was cold. Thousands of white skeleton snakes emerged from the gaps between the tombstones. Their bodies were white, their eye sockets were empty, and they emitted a harsh hissing sound.

On the tombstone, a ghost figure appeared, sitting cross-legged, looking at Xiang Yuan and others gloomily. This person had dark eyes, pale skin, and dark blue veins under the skin, which were glaring and conspicuous. He was lifeless. With the help of the dense yin energy around him, his transparent body condensed into a solid entity, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the underworld and disrupt the order of the underworld!" The ghost spoke coldly, his voice cold and harsh.

He was very pretentious and had a very powerful aura. With his cultivation level at the Spirit Transformation Stage, he couldn't defeat any of the five people present, so his words sounded rather timid.

Seeing that Xiang Yuan and the other five were not frightened by the name of the underworld, he raised his hand and a dark chain shrouded in death emerged from his palm and sank into the ground. The chain was like a snake, winding and moving, controlling countless white bone snakes, rumbling and reorganizing, and turning into a thirty-foot-long white bone python.

The giant python had a huge body, with dark green phosphorescent fire burning in its eye sockets, and a gloomy deathly aura emanating from the cracks in its bones. Its head was raised high, looking down at Xiang Yuan and the others. With the help of the surrounding terrain, its aura continued to rise, and within a few breaths it had reached the threshold of the Grandmaster level.

Xiang Yuan had seen many underworld scenes and operations, but this was the first time he had seen such a pure one. He slapped Xiao Feng on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. It's just a speed bump. Go over it."

Xiao Feng did not refuse either. He transformed his body into armor of heaven and earth and made a move with murderous intent, blasting the bones in the sky to pieces and breaking the giant skeleton python in half.

Xiao Feng said that he could beat ten of these weak Tongyou stage masters at a time.

Just as Xiang Yuan said, the giant bone python is just a larger speed bump. The only thing to see is that it relies on the terrain advantage, its endless death energy and indestructible body, making it an excellent sandbag.

"It doesn't look like an ordinary ghost..."

Xiao Qiushui muttered to himself, and soon slapped his forehead and came to Xiang Yuan: "Brother, you are in Southern Xinjiang, and you are the Left Envoy of Huangquan Dao. Have you ever heard of the Other Shore Gate?"

"Nonsense, who hasn't heard of the Other Shore Gate, one of the Eight Evil Paths?"

"Have you ever seen a monk from the Other Shore Sect?"

"Never."

Xiang Yuan shook his head readily. The eight great evil demons in the world are Huangquan Dao, Bi'an Gate, Xingxiu Palace, Jile Dao, Wangmo Palace, Xuehai Dao, Shouling Sect, and Huanmie Dao. Except for Bi'an Gate, he has dealt with the other seven evil demons to a greater or lesser extent.

Xiang Yuan had never seen the Other Shore Gate and had very little information about it.

The Other Shore Gate is similar to the Yellow Springs Gate in that it also practices the cycle of life and death. The difference is that there are few living people in the Other Shore Gate, and they are purely ghost cultivators.

As we all know, yin cannot grow alone, and yang cannot exist alone. Pure ghost cultivators have no future. They either live in a muddle-headed way or become puppets of others. It is difficult for them to achieve great things, and their status in the Qianyuan world is at the bottom of the contempt chain.

The Other Shore Gate is definitely an exception.

Xiao Lingyue once gave Xiang Yuan a brief introduction about the Other Shore Gate. The ghost cultivators within the gate were extraordinary, and the masters within the gate were all disciples of the world's top sects. They did not want to reincarnate, did not want to cultivate again, and they huddled together for warmth, gradually forming the present-day Other Shore Gate.

Simply put, the number of masters in the Tongyou period within the Other Shore Gate is astonishing.

Because it was Xiao Lingyue who was doing the popular science presentation, Xiang Yuan turned to look at Xiao Lingyue and asked her to say a few more words.

The relationship between the two has been warming up recently, and they have developed a lot of tacit understanding. With just one look from Xiang Yuan, Xiao Lingyue understood what he meant. While watching Xiao Feng remove the bones, she repeated what she had said before, and then said, "My understanding of the Other Shore Sect all comes from Master's teachings. She doesn't think highly of the Other Shore Sect. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. If you force yourself to stay in the world, you will be bound by the laws of heaven and earth, which will only add to your troubles. It's better to start over in this life."

After a pause, he continued, "Master also said that when one reaches the state of transcendence, one must have dreams of the three thousand worlds. If a ghost cultivator is unwilling to leave, nine out of ten times he is waiting for something."

Bai Wuyan did not tell Xiao Lingyue in detail what they were waiting for, but the people present were either masters or had entered the heavens and myriad worlds with the help of the Yama Gate. They were all knowledgeable people, and based on their own understanding, they all had some guesses.

Xiang Yuan thought of rebirth through a shell, taking over the body of "himself", but this method requires an important prerequisite, that is, to be able to travel through the heavens and the worlds and see another self.

This condition cannot be met even by a Grandmaster of the Tongyou Stage when he is alive, let alone after he dies and becomes a ghost cultivator.

Xiang Yuan thought for a long time and there was only one possibility. The upper realm of Qianyuan Realm made a comeback, and the ascension channel was reopened. The lower realms were connected one by one, and the master-level ghost cultivator was able to meet "himself" and naturally completed his rebirth through a shell.

It’s a good idea, but who knows when the upper realm of Qianyuan Realm will return, a thousand years, or ten thousand years? If they have the time, wouldn’t it be better to just find a passerby to take over their body?

Since you are already a master, it is not difficult to take over someone else's body.

With this thought, Xiang Yuan immediately extinguished the possibility of rebirth through a shell. The ghost cultivator was unwilling to leave, and it was definitely not waiting for him. The other side of the gate was able to be established and developed to its current scale, there must be a reason why a master was willing to wait.

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boom!
Xiao Feng pressed the giant skeleton python in various ways, and every time he punched, large pieces of bones and death energy exploded. He charged forward, as strong as a god of war.

The ghost knew he had hit a wall, and tried to escape, but Xiao Ling cut off his lower body with a sword and captured his upper body alive.

"What's your name? Which sect did you belong to?"

"..."

Facing Xiao Ling's questioning, the ghost was very tough. It was not until he was hit by two more swords that he happily explained his origins.

Southern Jin Dynasty, Luzhou Cao family, Cao Zhongling.

According to Cao Zhongling, he had a near-death experience in his early years, but he didn't die. After he came back to life, he had a tattoo of a red spider lily on his body. At first, he didn't understand why, and thought he had just walked through the gates of hell and was branded. Later, he really died, and his soul was reborn with the red spider lily, and he joined the Other Shore Sect without knowing why. The solitary yin cannot last long, and ghost cultivators cannot use conventional means to cultivate, and most of the methods they used in their lifetime cannot be used, and they have extremely harsh requirements for the living environment.

Cao Zhongling fell into a pit and couldn't get out, and was driven by the Gate of the Other Shore in a daze.

He had no idea where this place was, nor why he was staying here. He just followed orders from his superiors, like a typical gatekeeper.

"Besides you, are there any other ghost cultivators here?"

"..."

Just as Cao Zhongling was about to answer, suddenly large amounts of phosphorous fire spewed out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes. In just a moment, his hazy body turned into ghost fire and dissipated, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

After Cao Zhongling's death, the giant bone python lost its immortality and was blown into pieces by Xiao Feng.

Seeing the way Cao Zhongling died, the four people with the surname Xiao thought of the way the outer disciples of Huangquan Dao died without leaving any body left. They all looked at Xiang Yuan and asked the left emissary of Huangquan Dao to comment on it.

"There's nothing much to say. Huangquan Dao doesn't like this anymore. We've already given up on it."

Xiang Yuan shrugged. Not to mention that the Huangquan Dao had turned over a new leaf under his wise leadership, even as the left-hand man, he didn't know much about the original Huangquan Dao.

God have mercy on him, every time he goes to Huangquan Road, he is busy suppressing the saint and has no time to spare!
"The way this person died is indeed somewhat similar to the method used by Huangquan Dao to control his subordinates. Moreover, both the Other Shore Sect and Huangquan Dao practice reincarnation, but this does not mean that the two families are connected..."

At this point, Xiang Yuan couldn't help but wonder whether Huangquan Dao and Bi'an Men were just pseudonyms.

If there is really a relationship, the two left and right envoys are excluded. The six envoys do not have the strength to do so, and they are not qualified. The saint is just a worthless person, a standard mascot, and can be ignored.

Among the top leaders, only the Taoist master, who is mysterious and has been sitting in the cycle of reincarnation, is a major suspect.

Xiang Yuan was not very clear about the Taoist master's methods. He only knew that she was dead and met the qualifications to be a ghost cultivator of the Other Shore Sect. She also had amazing skills and was a strong man in the upper three realms, along with Quxinyan and Menchuang Sword Master.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat. If this place was really arranged and planned by the Taoist master, he would definitely be the leader.

It’s not a question of whether the Taoist master is strong or not, it’s really a question of who can beat her.

"Brother Zhuwei, the situation here is quite strange. In my opinion, we should go to the capital and call our friends to come back..."

Boom! !

Xiang Yuan was halfway through his words when six figures came towards him from afar. A grandmaster-level sense of oppression hung in the sky, with the red blood moon behind them, and their momentum continued to rise.

Although the four men and two women are dead, they still retain their physical bodies. They are cleansed by the death energy and look lifelike. They retain most of their methods in life, which is completely different from the cannon fodder-level Cao Zhongling.

An old man with a white beard was in the middle, with a haggard face and sunken eye sockets. He held a black cane with a blood-red gem inlaid on the top, emitting a strange light.

Seeing the Taia sword in Xiao Ling's hand, the old man's face changed suddenly. He skipped the part of making harsh remarks, pointed the black crutch in the air, and wrote a large spell with Yin Qi, reversing life and death and bringing down the breath of reincarnation.

"The Curse of Reincarnation!"

Xiang Yuan read out the name of this move on the spot. This method is a great move that has been successfully practiced in the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. When the curse is cast, it can control the cycle of life and death. The soul of the person who is cursed will be forcibly separated, and he will either never be reborn or become a puppet of the caster.

After the Three Yin Book of Life and Death was perfected, this method also ranked among the top powerful killing moves.

Seeing this, Xiang Yuan became even more certain that this place was closely related to the Taoist master.

The methods of the Three Yin Book of Life and Death are too strange, or it can be said that the methods of the Yellow Springs Dao are too powerful. They are often closely related to the cycle of life and death. Ordinary cultivators, even if they are at a similar level, will be badly injured if they do not die when they first see the methods of the Yellow Springs Dao.

Xiang Yuan did not dare to be careless. He took a step forward, pointed his finger into a sword and pointed it toward the sky, attracting the surrounding yin energy and turning it into a ghostly lamp.

The guiding light of the underworld!
The candlelight was dim, like a typical candle burning in the wind, but wherever the light illuminated was the road to the underworld, with the same aura blocking the curse of life and death.

Seeing this move, the old man's face changed again, and he said in a fierce voice: "Young man below, what is your relationship with Lingguang?"

"Young man in front, what is your relationship with Lingguang?"

"I am from Yinbie Palace, the Left Envoy of the Underworld." The old man's face looked extremely ugly.

"So you are the former Left Envoy of Huangquan, the Master Tongyou who was defeated by the old demon Lingguang and took away the position of Left Envoy. I am sorry, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to be alive."

Xiang Yuan suddenly realized and clasped his hands together, saying, "I am Li Xianyuan, the Left Envoy of Huangquan."

Xiang Yuan's mouth was smeared with honey, and when he opened his mouth, he was furious. Yin Biegong was furious after hearing the first half of the sentence, and was immediately confused after hearing the second half: "You are Huangquan Zuoshi, where is the spiritual light, where did it go?"

"The old man has been dead for too long, and we don't have any news anymore."

Xiang Yuan glanced at the left and right, and said cheerfully: "I treated you like Lingguang did, killed him, and took away his position as the left envoy. Speaking of which, Lingguang's skills are just mediocre. He fell down before I even used any strength. Is there really no one who can't beat him?"

"How dare you, junior, be so presumptuous!"

Yin Biegong was so angry that his face was distorted. He didn't believe that Lingguang was killed by Xiang Yuan. His body flashed and he transformed into hundreds of Yin ghost shadows. He set up the 'Yinming Soul Devouring Formation' and enveloped Xiang Yuan and others in the death formation.

This formation devours the soul and corrodes the body. It is an upgraded version of the Blood-Transforming Palm and the Bone-Eroding Finger.

Yin Biegong shook the crutch in his hand and was about to turn the group of people into pus and blood.

At this moment, two sword shadows broke out of the formation, one was golden and righteous, with the might of a flying dragon in the sky, and the other was broken and bloody, with a mighty demonic energy. Wherever they passed, the red light lingered, filling the sky and earth with a large area of ​​dark red light.

Xiang Yuan didn't want to meet the Taoist master and wanted to leave, but the three Xiao brothers were determined to remove the nail under the Divine Capital. They jumped up and turned into three lightning bolts that shot up into the sky.

Among the three, Xiao Ling, who held the Tai'a sword, was the most powerful. The heaven and earth were filled with murderous intent, the sword was shining with golden light, and the stars were moving, attracting golden light from the sky that turned into a golden dragon. There were also dragons and snakes rising from the land and running side by side. With such a powerful blow, the six ghost masters had to join forces to fight back.

At this time, Xiang Yuan had already retreated five miles away with Xiao Lingyue. Looking from afar, he found that out of three against six, it was actually the three Xiao brothers who had the upper hand.

"What's going on? Actually, the three of them are very strong, but they only seem weak when they meet me?"

Xiang Yuan was confused, seriously doubting that he had not walked out of the illusion. He raised his hand and pinched Xiao Lingyue's face: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, then it's not a dream."

Xiao Lingyue slapped the claws on her face and complained, "Can you be more reliable? You're so out of touch all day long."

"It's difficult. I don't understand music, so sometimes I'm unreliable and sometimes I'm out of tune."

"..."

Xiao Lingyue was speechless, looking at the battlefield and said: "It is difficult for ghost cultivators to achieve anything. They may be very strong when they are alive, but their strength is greatly reduced after death. Moreover, as evil spirits, there are many ways to restrain them. My Wushuang Palace has a method that can make ghost cultivators nowhere to hide."

She pointed and a big sun slowly rose into the sky.

The sun is high in the sky, with a golden crow flapping its wings inside. The surging heat is unstoppable, distorting the surrounding air. The majestic power makes people's mouths dry.

The sun is extremely masculine and strong, restraining evil spirits, burning heaven and earth to dryness, dispersing the thick deathly aura around it, replacing the blood-red full moon, and becoming the new source of light between heaven and earth.

Seeing the blood moon overwhelming the Yellow Springs, Xiao Lingyue was greatly encouraged. With some personal grudges, he increased the output of magic weapons, making the sun shine brightly and its power surge again, illuminating the world like daylight.

The mighty sun emitted golden waves, and the six ghost masters screamed in agony. Black mist rose from their bodies, and their lifeless bodies seemed to be turning into ashes.

"Tsk, ghost cultivation really has no future..."

Xiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly, wondering what kind of promises the Taoist master had made for them that made these Tongyou period masters give up their bright futures and insist on being his dogs.

After much thought, the only thing they could think of was that the Taoist master's fist was too big and they couldn't refuse.

"Ho ho ho——"

The waves are raging and the dark curtain is rising.

In the black fog, there are many ghost shadows and the wind is howling.

The Yinbie Palace was attacked by dark wind and black fog. It did not dare to face the bright sunlight and rushed towards Xiao Lingyue, choosing to take a detour and destroy the magic weapon by killing its owner.

When he saw Xiang Yuan stepping forward to block his way, his eyes suddenly turned colder and his momentum increased by three times.

The pitch-black crutch stirred the black and white colors, like two intertwined dragons. The yin and yang edges tore through the air and cracked the ground. The momentum was terrifying, as if it was going to pierce through Xiang Yuan and Xiao Lingyue together.

A scabbard tattoo appeared on the back of Xiang Yuan's hand, and he threw an ordinary punch with the beauty of numbers, touching the edge of yin and yang, causing a brief stalemate, breaking the black and white, and the remaining force hit Yin Biegong's chest heavily.

boom!
The fist was raised, and a cloud of ash flew up.

"It's just ordinary stuff."

(End of this chapter)