The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 217 Birth
The lightning struck, and the Pit of Ten Thousand Souls boiled!

In an instant, the calamity intent merged with the chaotic energy, transforming into calamity fire, calamity thunder, and calamity light within the abyss, rising and falling in waves, causing terror to all.

Yan Luozi, leaning on the chariot shaft, gazed out from the ancient war chariot, a hint of longing flashing in his scarlet eyes.

He is a descendant of the Supreme Being of the Underworld. However, after so many years of inheritance, his bloodline is no longer as good as that of the first generation. Moreover, the price of entering the Underworld is too high. Not only are his offspring not thriving, but his bloodline has also been polluted by death energy.

However, if one could obtain the fortune within the Myriad Spirits Pit, with the power of the Immortal Pill, one could not only revert one's bloodline power back to its ancestral form, but even break through to the Quasi-Emperor realm!

Thinking of this, Yan Luozi couldn't help but clench his fingers, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

"A great calamity is imminent, and even the underworld may not be safe..."

Rumble!
The strange phenomena within the Pit of Ten Thousand Spirits grew increasingly magnificent, with various wondrous sights emerging, all rarely seen in the world.

There is a chaotic world, there are peerless gods and immortals, there is the descent of Buddha, there is the roar of a true dragon, and there are also many strange figures of flying immortals!

Meanwhile, the strange fragrance wafting from the bottom of the pit grew stronger and stronger. Many of the ghost soldiers and generals, upon smelling it, gradually became alert and their bewildered eyes became bright, as if they had been enlightened.

The thirteenth underworld general was shocked to see this.

The experts in the underworld are born with impaired minds. Not to mention the ghost soldiers, even the underworld generals are far inferior to the living in terms of wisdom. Now, just one whiff of it has such a miraculous effect. It is hard to imagine what kind of miracle the elixir must have.

In the following days, strange phenomena continued to occur in the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit, but the chaotic energy in the burial pit became increasingly thin. Everyone in the underworld understood that the elixir was about to be born.

brush!
A ghostly figure darted out from the army. It was a phantom, formless and intangible, with extremely high cultivation, and had remained undetected for a long time while blending into the army.

Not only this vengeful spirit, but also several other figures rushed out from the army. They were all ancient corpses, unfathomable and covetous of this treasure. Now that the time was ripe, they all came to compete for it.

"You dare!"

Enraged, Yama, along with several underworld generals, charged down to kill these ghosts who dared to compete with him for creation.

At this moment, within the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit, the chaotic energy was thin, the Yellow Springs Waterfall had ceased, and even the omnipresent Yin and death energy of the Netherworld had dissipated completely, replaced by vibrant life and spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Unlike the underworld, it resembles a celestial realm, where various exotic fragrances bloom.

This made the group of ghosts feel uneasy, and they did not take action immediately, but instead looked around.

"That's it!" The thirteenth Underworld General's pupils contracted.

The chaotic lake at the bottom of the pit had vanished completely, revealing a vast expanse of pitch-black underworld soil. Scattered among the bones, having lost all their divine essence, they turned to dust with the slightest tremor.

That rocky island has now become a pillar-like formation, with ancient trees and lush greenery, where one after another sal tree grows, and a golden pearl floats on it, attracting everyone's attention.

The golden elixir slowly rotated, and in a trance, one could hear chanting. The phantoms of gods and Buddhas surrounded it, supremely divine and holy. One could also vaguely see a person sitting cross-legged within the golden elixir, which was extremely mystical.

"An elixir of immortality! Is that a celestial life?!"

Yama could no longer contain himself and charged down, cleaving away a demonic corpse that was trying to seize it with a single palm strike. The aftershock destroyed a large area of ​​greenery.

Roar!
A drought demon appeared, its eyes filled with chilling killing intent, its fist surging with pure heat, burning and twisting cracks in the void, as it charged towards Yama's son.

boom!
The thirteenth Underworld General quickly intervened to stop them, and the other Underworld Generals also charged towards the other monsters that were rushing down. Instantly, a fierce battle broke out at the bottom of the Myriad Spirits Pit, with gusts of cold wind, surging Underworld mist, and furious roars rising and falling. The three blood-red palaces were also intertwined, creating chaos and frenzy, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

Yama's face was icy cold, and his chilling killing intent shook the Netherworld. He moved his hands, and the void was shattered, with mountains of corpses and seas of bones appearing. One after another, large stars formed from skulls appeared, trapping a Yin Corpse.

"Roar!"

The wraith roared, shaking the sea of ​​withered bones. Its eyes were empty, and then suddenly two gray beams of light shot out, exuding an intense death aura, triggering a massive collapse.

"The true form of Yama, who rules over the underworld!"

Undeterred, Yama Zi unleashed a forbidden killing move, and a Yama Emperor appeared behind him, clad in a dark robe, with countless evil spirits roaring within his body, shaking the heavens and the earth.

This is a secret technique for commanding all ghosts, capable of devouring the power of ten thousand ghosts for one's own use. As the Yama King extended one hand, countless law runes flashed, suppressing all the Yin and Netherworld energy.

The Yin Corpse resisted desperately, but Yama's forbidden killing move was too terrifying. He reached down with one hand, blocking out the sun and moon, as if he could suppress the underworld, and directly refined the Yin Corpse, integrating it into his robe.

A Yin Corpse of the Great Sage level was suppressed without any resistance and refined into a servant of Yama's true form.

Within a few moves, Yanluozi killed a terrifying Yin Corpse, truly worthy of being the ruler of the underworld!
He coldly surveyed the scene. The underworld generals had already gained the upper hand. Even the terrifying drought demon was gradually losing its way out under the suppression of several underworld generals.

And a large number of ghost soldiers and generals followed, together activating the Netherworld Chains to bind the many ghosts that appeared in the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit, intending to refine them into members of the Underworld Army.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Yama walked toward the golden elixir on the pillar of heaven. However, the closer he got, the more cautious he became. The terrain was suppressing him, and streams of holy power were purifying the Yin and Yang Dao between heaven and earth. There were also bursts of Zen chanting that disturbed his mind.

"Strange, why does this sound so much like the methods of those bald guys?"

Yanluozi thought of the Buddhist cultivators he had fought before, and a few shadows appeared in his eyes.

He looked at the Golden Core, especially at the blurry figure within it, and felt somewhat uneasy. Finally, a fierce glint flashed in his blood-red eyes.

boom!
Nine Nether Claws!
Yama's son extended a claw, tearing apart the world before him, and reached for the immortal pill.

Click!

The golden core cracked open, exploding into pieces, and a fist imprint flew out, shaking the heavens and the earth.

boom!
"Which bald monk dares to steal my fortune!" Yama was furious. He knew all too well that the fortune in the Myriad Spirits Pit had been taken by someone else, most likely a Buddhist disciple.

The figure that emerged from the Golden Core remained silent, merely staring coldly at him.

His skin was dyed a brilliant gold, and he was draped in jade-colored radiance. A ten-foot-long halo behind his head emitted chaotic true meaning, collapsing the surrounding void and causing the Great Dao to break.

"The scent of the Great Emperor's bloodline... it turns out he's a descendant of the ancient supreme being of the underworld."

The figure spoke, and with each movement, a resounding, metallic sound shook the heavens and earth, containing boundless sacred power. The weaker Yin soldiers in the distance turned to ashes the moment they heard it, as if they had been delivered from the dead.

A look of apprehension flashed in Yanluozi's eyes, but it quickly turned into shame and anger, because the radiance dissipated and the opponent's aura was no longer concealed by the terrain.

"A mere saint dares to bully me? You're courting death!"

(End of this chapter)