The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 212 News of the Burial Pit of the 108 Underworld Generals of the Underworld Army

At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end, and the underworld is the final resting place of all souls.

After descending to the underworld for several months, he found the remains of a Buddhist supreme being from the chaotic ancient era in the Netherworld. Even after millions of years, a trace of his lingering obsession remained, which transformed into a ghost monk, wanting to return to the world.

"My lord, is he really dead?" Even though the ghostly figure's remains had turned to dust, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon was still somewhat unsure.

In the past few months in the underworld, all sorts of strange things have happened, not to mention that there are now several relics here.

Relics are the highest achievement of a Buddhist monk's lifelong practice. If passed down in an orderly manner, they can even allow the next generation to inherit many magical powers and supernatural abilities.

Ning Qingyi stroked the relic in his hand and said calmly, "Dead."

Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.

The relics of today are no longer as colorful as they were when they were first discovered. They have become dull and lifeless bone relics, and are covered with cracks, indicating that their supernatural powers have been lost and their divine power has been exhausted.

Fortunately, Ning Qingyi was not without means, and restored the old order.

"Let's go."

Ning Qingyi carefully put away the bone relics and rode the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon to prepare for the return journey.

During this time, the several huge caves that had been discovered earlier had changed their appearance, with wisps of black mist rising from them, and a slight smell of decay wafting through the air, making even the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Could it be that the ghost monk below is gone, and the anomalies at the ends of these passages can no longer be suppressed?" the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon couldn't help but say.

The cave was deep and dark, and no one knew how deep it was or where it led. Even Ning Qingyi didn't have much interest in exploring it.

The underworld is vast, and countless secrets are contained within it. No one can be sure whether the ends of these caves might hold ancient relics from several eras ago.

They rushed toward the entrance of the crevice, only slowing down when they were a thousand feet away.

Ning Qingyi swept his divine sense across the area, revealing a cold smile. Without much hesitation, he directly unleashed a Primordial Boundary-Stabilizing Divine Light.

boom!
A dazzling divine light filled the thousand-foot-long crack with a will that froze everything, solidifying eternity. Moreover, it directly solidified all the ghostly creatures at the exit within it.

brush!
As soon as the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon carried Ning Qing out, it saw figures standing near the crack. Upon closer inspection, there were more than a dozen corpses, ghosts, and yakshas at the Saint King level. Their already unpleasant faces were now even more ferocious.

But when it saw the ghost that had been ambushing it earlier, it couldn't help but feel a burning rage.

"Alright, this time you didn't get away!"

With a single thought, Ning Qing's divine light transformed from eternity into a fleeting moment, vanishing along with a group of ghosts, leaving only the ancient corpse behind.

With a cold face, he reached out and pointed a finger into the ancient corpse's Sendai Secret Realm, using the "Former" character to search its soul and thoroughly uncover its memories.

"it is as expected……"

The ancient corpse's memories were hazy and fragmented, mostly consisting of a few memories. It was awakened inexplicably and struggled in this underworld, relying on instinct to cultivate step by step until it accidentally stumbled into this great rift and ingested a relic, at which point it gained some intelligence.

At the same time, an old Buddha inexplicably appeared in his mind, chanting scriptures from time to time, which made him different from ordinary ancient corpses and allowed him to cultivate much faster.

"However, it actually came into contact with the Yama's Palace, and even witnessed a group of ghost soldiers escorting living beings away... 108 underworld generals..."

Clearly, Ning Qingyi obtained many secrets from the ancient corpse's memories.

boom!
The Golden Heart Lamp of the Dao Tribulation appeared, and wisps of immortal fire fell, igniting the entire ancient corpse and burning it to ashes, leaving only a relic emitting a faint golden light.

"It was precisely because of the lack of this relic that the supreme Buddhist master was corrupted by the Netherworld Qi. He even secretly guided it, causing it to bring along a cultivator who had mastered the Buddhist Golden Body Technique, so that it could easily possess another's body and be reborn."

Ning Qingyi took out the bone relics he had previously obtained, totaling six. Using some rare and precious materials, he refined them and obtained a very magical holy weapon bracelet.

"Let's go find a Underworld General. If he's not mistaken, the place I'm looking for should be there."

Ning Qing rode the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon towards the Yin Earth.

Another year passed as they traveled. Along the way, they encountered ghosts occasionally, then saw pairs of ghostly soldiers passing by, and finally arrived at a city.

This is an ancient and enormous city, situated on a vast and boundless dark red land. It stretches endlessly in all directions, and occasionally a pair of ghostly soldiers emerge from it, their footsteps echoing. Apart from this, there is no other noise.

This was the first time they had seen a city in the underworld, and they were very surprised. They walked around the city from a great distance, using their pupil magic to observe and spy on the scene in front of the city.

Soon, their pupils contracted, and when they circled around to a different location, they saw an incredibly horrific scene. Near the city, everything was crimson, with countless corpses lying around and limbs and dismembered bodies scattered everywhere on the ground.

So many lives have died?!

There were human bodies, as well as the skeletons of various ferocious beasts and birds of prey. Some were crows like black suns, which remained standing even after they fell, their black light shining brightly. There were also many races that were unheard of and unseen before.

These corpses must have been left behind countless years ago, yet they have not decomposed, are still bleeding, and still have a sheen; there are countless remains.

It was a scene of carnage, as if a mad massacre had taken place here!
This scene made the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon change color. It should be noted that divine beasts and sacred birds are rare in the universe and are rarely seen. Unexpectedly, one of them died here.

Next, the two circled around to other parts of the city, where they saw various plants.

Black dandelions took root in the flesh, devouring light and distorting space.

The eerie peach tree, having absorbed fresh blood, was entirely covered in a glossy green.

There were also beautiful, nameless, and alluring flowers, with half a dragon's body remaining in its petals, having absorbed most of its flesh and blood, with the remaining part still undissolved...

This place is terrifying, with piles of corpses, but what's even more eerie are the plants!
"A Saint of the Dragon Seed!"

The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon gasped. The flesh and blood devoured by that alluring flower was definitely a dragon saint, yet it had died here.

Next, they arrived at the third location, where all they saw were heads, nothing else—peacock heads, white elephant heads, Taotie heads… and countless human heads. The scene was horrific, densely packed, piled together, numbering in the millions!
This is just one city, yet in one particular spot, so many lives have been severed and displayed.

Ning Qing sighed inwardly. This was practically a city of flesh and blood paved with blood mud and corpses. In just tens of thousands of years, the Underworld had created such an atmosphere. No wonder it dared to attack the Western Queen Mother and the Great Accomplished Holy Body.

He was extremely cautious and had no intention of entering the city. Instead, he waited patiently for a long time, captured a group of ghost soldiers and generals who came out, and seized their memories.

"The thirty-third underworld general among the 108 heroes! This is actually a formidable pass!" Ning Qingyi exclaimed in surprise, having learned that the ruler of this dead city was the thirty-third underworld general.

The Underworld, known as the realm ruled by the Three Sovereigns, has three main halls: the Prison Hall, the Yama Hall, and the Underworld Emperor Hall. Below them are 108 Underworld Generals, each with the cultivation of a Saint, and the strongest of them may even be on the verge of reaching the Quasi-Emperor realm.

The one guarding this ghost city is the thirty-third Underworld General, a Heavenly King in cultivation. He looks like a pale-faced middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe, possibly a former emperor who has been resurrected for 4,500 years.

"Recently, the thirty-third Underworld General will escort a group of living beings to the burial pit! And not just one Underworld General will be dispatched, but at least four Underworld Generals will escort them together."

Ning Qing was taken aback to receive this news.

The underworld is not truly isolated from the world; it is active from time to time, but it is little known to the public.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Emperor Wushi was born and fled to the underworld, resulting in only the bloodline of the ancient emperors and some descendants of the underworld generals surviving. All the other ghosts stationed in the underworld were wiped out, a massacre that brought the underworld to an end.

Fortunately, the Underworld is gone, but the Netherworld will not. Even though the Underworld has retreated from the world, there are still endless corpses crawling out from the depths of the Netherworld. There are also some cultivators who mistakenly enter the path of the Underworld, which led to the reappearance of the Underworld 30,000 years ago and the rapid reconstruction of the Underworld system.

These 108 Underworld Generals were born one after another during this period, and their quality improved over time. Most of them were Saint Kings, and there were very few ghosts at the Saint level.

Ning Qingyi and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon waited patiently for half a month. Sure enough, one day, the formation he set up was triggered, and they saw pairs of Yin soldiers carrying coffins from the east, thousands of miles away.

Meanwhile, above the procession, three bronze coffins followed, covered with various rust marks, and some stone carvings of ghosts and groans could be vaguely seen.

Clearly, these were the three underworld generals who had been escorted earlier, arriving with the procession.

This army of tens of thousands, escorting more than a dozen coffins, swaggered into the city, completely ignoring the various prying eyes on both sides of the road. Clearly, the underworld held absolute power in this land of the dead.

"What a terrifying army! The underworld is indeed unfathomable."

As they explored over the past few days, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon gradually glimpsed the entirety of the Underworld, realizing that it was undoubtedly the most powerful force in the entire universe, and that it would take the combined efforts of multiple races to rival it.

"Let's go, let's make some more noise, I'm going to devour them all."

Ning Qingyi did not act rashly, but continued to stir up trouble in the vicinity. In the previous half month, in addition to sitting and gathering information, he used the various spiritual objects from the underworld and the rare medicines that only existed in the mortal world as bait to mobilize almost all the ghosts within tens of thousands of miles of this city.

Now, they are all scattered along the path ahead of this team, preparing for his assassination.

Three days later, the dead city opened its doors.

The army set off again, but unlike before, the number of bronze coffins in the sky had increased from three to four, and four more coffins were being escorted. Moreover, the army below had grown even larger, with hundreds more creatures that had bat wings and bodies like demonic apes.

This is a Corpse Demon, a creature that can only be born in the most yin and desolate places of antiquity. It is extremely evil and can be called a fierce ghost, the most ferocious of all.

Clearly, the thirty-third Underworld General, though unaware that someone was causing trouble, also noticed that things were getting strange around the four cities.

boom!
The Yin army marched forward, carrying an overwhelming aura of death, roaring past and causing the entire underworld to tremble. Crimson lightning danced wildly, and even yellow rain fell, causing the army to roar in silence.

This scene terrified the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon. If it weren't for Ning Qingyi following it, it might have even tried to run away.

Ning Qingyi remained silent, trailing far behind the army for a full day before finally making his move.

brush!
A figure flew past in a panic, clutching a ghost flower that emitted a strong, alluring fragrance, causing the entire army to erupt into chaos.

Being inanimate objects, they lack intelligence and rarely consider whether something is a trap.

"when!"

A deafening metallic clang rang out, and the rusty bronze coffin lid was lifted. A tall figure sat up straight and took a step out.

The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon stared intently at the figure. The person was dressed in ancient divine and demonic robes, wearing a mourning crown, and was tall, but his face was completely obscured.

Its appearance immediately made the malevolent energy in this underworld even more sinister, chilling, and bone-chilling.

"boom!"

He reached out his hand, and the wide sleeve of his robe billowed up, revealing a hand covered in black hair, like that of a giant ape.

The ghostly creature opposite did not back down at all. It was a flying yaksha, shrieking and emitting a powerful aura of yin energy, as if it had summoned the real underworld, sending chills down one's spine.

Clearly, it had no intention of yielding and competing with the underworld general who appeared in this bronze coffin!

The two sides fought a fierce battle in the sky above the army without any regard for anything else. As a result, one-tenth of the army below was destroyed. It wasn't until the area where the coffins were being carried was almost affected that the other three coffins stepped in to protect them.

However, they were soon overwhelmed, as a dozen ghosts attacked from all directions, some already engaged in a fierce battle over a strange object, others arriving unexpectedly.

This sparked a chaotic battle in the area.

With three loud clangs, the underworld generals in the remaining three bronze coffins could no longer sit still and emerged one after another.

"Roar……"

These three underworld generals had strange appearances, each resembling a thunder god, with their hair shimmering with a faint golden light.

This was flesh and blood born from the corpse energy, which then transformed into Yin Gods and others, each one extremely terrifying, their eyes tearing through the void, and together they were not even afraid of Great Sages.

“Lonely ghosts and wandering spirits dare to provoke the underworld? Capture them all and make them war slaves.” One of the underworld gods uttered these words stiffly.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the universe collapsed, the Yin spirits clashed, and a fierce battle raged against numerous ghosts. The most terrifying killing blow came right from the start, instantly slaying two ghosts at the Saint King level.

"Something weird..."

After a brief period of chaotic fighting, a Yin deity looked down and suddenly his eyes trembled.

The army below had somehow lost control, and several precious herbs had appeared among them, causing the ghost soldiers to fight over them. In particular, some of the ferocious creatures turned on each other and began killing one another.

Just as it was pondering, a sword's cry appeared beside its ear.

Zheng!
At some unknown time, a celestial sword appeared within its celestial platform. With a gentle stir, it shattered the primordial spirit, leaving it utterly dead!

(End of this chapter)