The God of Heavens

Chapter 262 The Way of the Witch and the Monk of Forbearance
The wilderness is a treacherous place, with dense jungles, countless poisonous insects, and pervasive toxic miasma.

However, despite its extreme danger, it contains rare medicinal herbs, gemstones, and exotic animals. If developed and utilized, it could sustain countless people.

Lin Yu flew through the air, following the direction pointed out by the middle-aged Taoist priest, and soon arrived at the desolate Tongtian Plain.

On the vast continent, one can see dense forests, expansive plains, majestic mountains, and winding rivers.

Unlike islands at sea, the land here is thick and rugged, exuding a vast and majestic atmosphere.

In the center of Tongtian Plain lies Tianjue Mountain, the lair of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path. The monk Jingren, who escaped from Dachan Temple, also lived there.

Ahead, a towering mountain stands like a pillar of heaven, while behind it, a vast and powerful masculine energy emanates from all directions, as if the sun were setting and sinking into the mountain.

Passing through the Yang God's power within this Qiankun Bag, the illusionary scene that unfolded before my eyes suddenly opened up, and I entered a new world.

On the boundless plains, countless houses and altars stand tall. In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, fields, roads, rivers, and cities are scattered like stars in the sky, just like the territory of a small province of the Great Qian Dynasty.

On the vast plains, many natives were cultivating the land, and there were even soldiers in armor riding horses along the roads. There were also many houses, mulberry trees, and villages, making it resemble a small country.

In this world, gathering people to cultivate together is the way of the king. Governing a country by unraveling complexities and harmonizing yin and yang can greatly increase human wisdom.

Both Giant Whale Island and Witch Ghost Path are unconsciously developing in this direction.

However, the level of governance here is hard to describe.

Soon, rivers, dilapidated roads, and runaway houses passed beneath Lin Yu.

One by one, the slaves in tattered clothes were working in the fields. The people who managed these slaves were Taoist priests with cold faces, dressed in silk robes, and some warriors in armor.

These people are clearly core disciples of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path.

"These people from the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, if they want to learn from the Spiritual Temple's farming and development methods, they need to understand planning and governance. They neither know how to manage internal affairs nor how to learn from others; even kidnapping a few scholars to help would be helpful."

Strolling across the grassland, looking at the chaotic houses and altars of the Wuguidao sect, Lin Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

Everything before my eyes was lifeless and desolate. The dilapidated houses were on the verge of collapse, sewage flowed everywhere and emitted a foul stench, and the roads were a mess, completely haphazardly built by people who knew nothing.

The construction standards of this prestigious sect are even lower than those of a pirate stronghold, and it is worlds apart from the well-organized Whale Island.

With such poor governance, to think they can develop further, establish a nation, or even take over the Central Plains is simply wishful thinking.

I don't know what Monk Jingren was thinking. Could he possibly revitalize the Great Zen Temple by cooperating with these insects?
I'm afraid that in a few years, these cities will not only fail to grow and prosper, but will become increasingly lifeless and stagnant, eventually turning into ruins.

Lin Yu sighed softly, "It's so bad, it seems I'll have to take over."

The people of this land were all ragged and their eyes lacked any spiritual luster; they were all ignorant and foolish natives.

No, those indigenous tribes that truly live in the mountains and fields still retain a wild and agile nature.

The indigenous people living here, however, are completely numb, like lifeless zombies.

However, although the city of Wuguidao was completely unplanned, it must be admitted that they had a unique eye for location. The place was mild all year round and the soil was fertile, making it an excellent overseas base.

More importantly, this wild continent is still undeveloped and contains endless opportunities.

Rare stones and minerals, as well as precious medicines for cultivation, are all available here. If one can control this place, one can command the natives to collect them on one's behalf, saving a lot of time and energy.

Before long, he traversed the vast plains, rivers, and forests, arriving at the center of this plain, outside the true great city of the Witchcraft Path.

"This place is quite nice. It is said that this Heavenly Witch City was built at the cost of the lives of 100,000 slaves. It is indeed magnificent and majestic."

Looking at the majestic city before him, Lin Yu nodded in approval.

This magnificent city has walls built entirely of massive stones, with glutinous rice paste mixed with medicinal juice and molten iron poured into them, making it exceptionally sturdy.

Although not as magnificent as Yujing and slightly smaller in scale, it was still larger than the provincial capital of any province in the Great Qian Dynasty.

The entire city exudes an ancient and majestic atmosphere, with stone statues standing on all four walls, adding to the sense of ancient vicissitudes.

However, this also shows that the Witch Ghost Path is not very smart. In an environment like the Wilderness, even an army of millions or tens of millions cannot break through. And for Ghost Immortal experts, cities are of no use. It is just a waste of the lives of 100,000 slaves.

If they were the kind of forces that focused solely on cultivation and disregarded worldly development, Lin Yu wouldn't have complained. After all, in that kind of environment, slaves were like ants; if they died, they died, and he was content with his own life.

But they insist on gathering people to establish a nation, yet they act recklessly and without any plan. Such behavior is extremely foolish.

Suddenly, thick, inky smoke rose from the walls of Tianwu City, surging upwards like a tidal wave and engulfing the entire city within a radius of dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

As the black mist spread, all sounds, lights, and fluctuations of mental energy within the city suddenly vanished.

The entire Heavenly Witch City seemed to have been ripped out of the world, with only the faint, mournful cries of ten thousand ghosts echoing from the depths of the thick black fog, reverberating in the silence.

"The Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to Their Ancestor!"

Lin Yu thought to himself, "This is the Wugui Dao's signature killing formation." This formation refines countless wronged souls and ghosts, using yin energy and resentful spirits as its foundation. Once activated, it turns a hundred miles around into a prison of yin energy. "However, your dark power isn't pure enough!" Lin Yu laughed. As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his large hand, spread his five fingers, and shouted, "Boundless Darkness!"

In an instant, the void surged like ink, countless stars dimmed and lost their light, and the surrounding area of ​​dozens of miles fell into chaos.

A thick, inky vortex condensed in his palm, transforming into a black sun several meters in diameter, with dark light flowing within it, as if countless black holes were devouring space.

"The Supreme Daoist of the Mysterious Heaven, born of darkness, holds the reins of the Dao, standing at the center, his divine power roaming freely, pacifying the four directions..."

Lin Yu muttered incantations, pointed his finger, and an overwhelming darkness erupted from the center of the black sun, like a raging torrent. Every thought that made up the array transformed into a small world without any light.

All the yin winds and vengeful spirits of the Witchcraft Path were instantly trapped in the center of the dark sun, where a huge seal and pulling force threatened to drag them into an endless abyss.

……

The dark mandala, as deep as an abyss and as deep as a prison, instantly absorbed the billowing black mist, which flowed into the vortex like rivers flowing into the sea.

Before the endless vengeful spirits could cause trouble, they seemed to enter the primordial chaos, where they were purified by the peace and tranquility of the universe and vanished into nothingness.

Sunlight returned, and the great city of witchcraft was bathed in light once more.

In the center of Tianwu City was a large square, several miles in circumference, paved entirely with stone slabs. It was so vast that it could accommodate tens of thousands of people, and was clearly a square used for sacrificial rites.

However, at this moment, the core of the square was still shrouded in a thick, almost tangible black fog.

Within the black mist, three Taoist priests dressed in black hemp robes, their bodies seemingly dried out like mummies, were watching Lin Yu warily.

The three Taoist priests were surrounded by churning dark clouds. Within the clouds, three majestic deities could be vaguely discerned: their bodies covered in golden scales, their heads adorned with golden crowns resembling those of emperors, their backs covered in golden wings, and their faces radiating majesty.

At first glance, these divine generals really do resemble emperors dressed in dragon robes, except that the golden wings on their backs are not human.

Lin Yu knew that this was the Corpse Emperor of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path.

The so-called Corpse Emperor is the product of the Heavenly Corpse Scripture's secret techniques refined to perfection. Only a master of the Ghost Immortal realm, a sorcerer of the Ghost Path, can create such a ferocious creature by expending their heart and soul and refining it day and night.

The three Taoist priests and the nine-headed corpse king were undoubtedly the three elders of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path.

"Who goes there and why do you trespass on my desolate land?" The leader of the Corpse Kings asked in a hoarse voice, his decaying vocal cords producing a sickening sound.

"When did this desolate land become your territory, the land of witches and ghosts?"

Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back and sneered, "Besides, how dare a few mere rotting corpses presume to call themselves emperor?"

"Young man is arrogant!"

Before the words were even finished, the nine corpse emperors had already transformed into afterimages and pounced on the enemy.

These Corpse Kings possessed formidable physical strength and the ability to fly and burrow underground, making them difficult for even grandmasters to handle. At this moment, they all rushed towards Lin Yu.

A flash of light appeared between Lin Yu's brows, and a crystalline thought flew out into the air.

This thought, a lump of light the size of a human head, instantly transformed into the form of a three-headed, six-armed Destruction King.

As soon as this Destruction King appeared, its vertical eye between its eyebrows opened, and lotus-like flames shot out, causing the Corpse King of the Witch Ghost Path to explode repeatedly!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
A series of sounds, like tearing brocade, rang out, mixed with faint explosions. The Nine-Headed Witch Demon Corpse King was completely incinerated by the lotus-shaped flames blooming from the vertical eye between the brows of Lin Yu's transformation into the Destruction King.

"Ah! This is the Destruction King's magic of the Great Zen Temple! Who are you to have learned such supernatural powers?" The elder of the Witch Ghost Path was shocked.

The three Taoist priests in black looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

Just then, a chilling wind suddenly swept through the depths of the thick black fog.

A gaunt, black-robed Taoist priest slowly stepped forward, holding a small triangular command flag about the size of a palm.

The command flag was entirely black, with its surface covered in blood-red talismans.

With a flick of his wrist, the Taoist priest unleashed a gust of yin wind that lifted him into the air.

Beside this dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest were five corpse kings with golden wings and golden fleshy crowns.

The dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest stared at the three-headed, six-armed Mingwang's true form in mid-air, emanating an aura of destruction, and shouted sharply, "Jingren Monk, aren't you going to make a move?!"

"Roar!"

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening lion's roar suddenly erupted, instantly drowning out the Taoist's question.

A crimson plume of blood-red energy shot into the sky, containing a tangible, masculine fist intent that dispersed most of the surrounding black mist.

(End of this chapter)