Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 508 Reclaiming the Youdu Order

There seemed to be some doubt in her red eyes, an inability to be certain.

Yinglong Banner is indeed renowned, but it is ancient and still retains a barbaric character. In the current situation, any move against it would harm both sides.

The Great Yu Dragon Stele is rather detestable; it has become much more cunning. Although it lacks earth-shattering offensive capabilities, it is incredibly steady and subtly influential.

After connecting with the nation's destiny through a secret method, this stone tablet doesn't require much consumption to demonstrate the weight of the nation's fate itself. It's perfect for blocking the gate in the dark.

After all, fate is a thing that is constantly changing.

If it is a thriving nation, as long as it takes from it in moderation, when the power of its fortune and magical treasures is revealed, it will not only not damage its foundation, but will also promote change.

The Yinglong Banner is a weapon of mass destruction, an ominous and dangerous weapon, and naturally belongs to the kind that must be used in excess.

The Great Yu Dragon Stele is a prime example of a steady and measured approach.

The Demon Lord was furious that these two treasures had ruined his plans, but knowing that the situation was already set in stone, he couldn't help but focus more on the Netherworld Decree.

"Is it really the Order of Youdu?"

The red eyes held a turbulent energy, as if trying to bring Chu Tianshu's image to life in all its glory, capturing it from within and casting a spell upon it.

However, the great plan of the Demon Lord failed, and the divine power that could be deployed to the shallow areas was only limited.

Moreover, upon trying, he discovered that the other party's response had become extremely distant.

They've already returned to reality!
The images in his red eyes began to shift, playing out Chu Tianshu's actions in the main hall that day.

That happened several days ago.

After sleeping for several hours, Chu Tianshu woke up from the pile of books, drank only a cup of tea, and immediately decided to return to reality.

"The environment here isn't very friendly to me right now. It feels like I can't even retract the horns growing on my head here."

Chu Tianshu took a sip of what was in his bowl and said, "I think I should go back to reality to rest... Wait, this isn't tea?!"

Feng Jianhua also held up a bowl and said, "This is soup. When they went to do their work, Wei Qidong left a medicinal dish. I personally followed her recipe and kept an eye on the cooking time."

Chu Tianshu asked in surprise, "There are medicinal herbs in here? It's as clear as tea. I thought it was tea with some pepper added."

He carried his teacup, sipping it as he strolled, until he emerged from the main hall.

He left the spirit world that very day.

The Demon Lord then played Chu Tianshu's image in reverse, replaying everything he had done in Changzhou Kingdom, and pondered it repeatedly.

"This person does indeed possess the aura of the Youdu Token, but which Youdu Token is it?"

"It wasn't the one primarily for exchange; if it were, I should have sensed it much earlier."

The Demon Lord recalled some unpleasant memories.

Back then, those bastards who wanted to create the Youdu Order surrounded and intercepted him, trying to study his innate authority.

This drove him to the point where he desperately wanted to return to the origins of the gods, including the Ghost Mother, and fight those bastards to the bitter end.

It is hateful that, despite his anger, few of the gods possess such spirit.

After all, those scoundrels cannot be completely erased, but if the "Gods' Origin Tracing" is activated, they may never be born again.

In the end, the Youdu Decree was finally obtained.

Each Youdu token, to a greater or lesser extent, draws upon the divine authority of a high-ranking ghost or deity.

The Demon Lord thought to himself that the piece on Chu Tianshu's body was definitely not the one related to his divine authority.

“In the past, since they did not return, we all thought that the Lord of Youdu should also be destroyed.”

The Demon Lord's mind stirred slightly, and the darkness among the mountains calmed down from its previous violent fluctuations, like a deep curtain, piling down.

"Since Chu Tianshu still has this piece, then the piece related to me probably still exists as well?"

"If I could find that piece and fully comprehend all the profound principles within it, which are based on my own understanding, why would I be unable to add another layer of skill?"

Her red eyes gradually faded into darkness as she fell into deep thought.
After a long while, a wisp of dark light and shadow emerged from the darkness and drifted away.

In the South China Sea, there is Mount Yu, whose mountain range winds and encircles the islands, like a loving mother nurturing her many children.

This is the residence of the Ghost Mother clan.

But there were green mountains and clear waters, white houses and black towers, a bright and beautiful scene, and songs could be heard from afar.

It doesn't feel like the deepest part of the spirit world at all; it's more like a paradise on earth, a secluded haven.

Upon closer inspection, however, one could see that what was hanging under the eaves were strings of human heads, their faces deathly pale, with hemp ropes piercing through their scalps and emerging from under their necks.

The beautiful songs came from their mouths.

The black tower, seemingly made of ice and jade, had rows and rows of coffins on each floor.

Inside the white house, the paper figure had just woken up and was applying rouge to itself.

The paper figure had two patches of rouge on its face, which were never applied evenly. Its slender fingers pushed open the window to let in the light, and it could see the scenery of the river in the distance.

On the rippling, emerald-green river, the boatman was haggling with the boy leading the donkey at the ferry.

The boatman poked the child's feet with a bamboo pole, preventing him from boarding the boat.

The donkey got angry, stood up, opened its big mouth with its bared teeth, and swallowed the child whole.

"You know perfectly well that this child is bait I set up, not a real living creature, yet you still want to charge me double the boat fare. You're utterly heartless." The boatman chuckled, lifting his straw hat to reveal a face with sunken eyes, pursed lips, and only two or three teeth left.

When the donkey saw his smiling face, it knew something was wrong and reached out to dig into its own belly, but it was too late.

A ball of emerald green fire burst out from his navel and instantly shattered into pieces.

Only the donkey's head flew up and was caught by the boatman.

“You learn to draw talismans and create that little child. Just wait for a member of your clan to be unable to resist the temptation and eat it. Then the child will be harmed by the talisman and will be at your mercy.”

"But little did I know, the old ghost was still the most cunning, and I had already tampered with that child."

The boatman was delighted. He twisted the donkey's head like a pretzel several times, squeezed out the green juice, and drank it heartily.

The donkey cried out in agony, begging for mercy.

The boatman looked at the donkey's head, which was now like an empty shell, and felt very sorry for it.

“In the past, I would have boiled you into a gelatinous soup, which would have been perfect for eating you clean and delicious, with a sticky, fragrant taste. But these days, with the rules set by the High Priest, I have no choice but to leave you with a remnant soul.”

Donkey Head was horrified upon hearing this.

He had heard of the High Priest's rules since birth, but this old ghost had existed before the High Priest established the rules; he was indeed quite old.

The Ghost Mother Clan comprises multiple tribes, whose members look vastly different. Of course, even those who look alike are utterly ruthless when it comes to harming each other.

Born as ghosts, they have an instinct to devour smaller ghosts; mutual cannibalism is their nature.

Even among humans, ordinary humans are only about as delicious as their own family members to the Ghost Mother clan.

Other spirits and monsters, in terms of taste and flavor, are even less desirable.

Since the birth of the High Priest, he has taught them many secret spells. Although he encourages conflict, he does not allow them to kill each other.

Only then did rules come into being among the mountains and islands.

A wisp of black smoke drifted from the sea, undetectable to any ghost, until it entered the hollowed-out belly of a mountain.

The mountains are resplendent with gold and jade, with exquisite carvings, gold and silver decorations, and lush greenery everywhere.

Many tall-hatted ghost servants, their faces stiff and pale, their long robes trailing on the ground, drifted between the various palaces, serving the great ghost.

Inside the deepest part of the magnificent temple, hundreds of wide and tall stone steps have been carved out.

The stone steps were filled with incense burners of all sizes, numbering in the thousands at a glance, with wisps of smoke rising slowly.

Before the first set of stone steps was a flat ground paved with jade, with gold and bronze lamp stands and hundreds of candles.

A woman with her hair piled high and an air of elegance stood beside the lamp stand, using a slender silver spoon to adjust the wick.

Her neck was as graceful as a swan's, and she wore several layers of elaborate black robes. Her upper body was still shapely, but her lower body was completely hidden under the hem of the skirt.

As she took a step, the hem of her skirt trailed several feet off the ground.

But those hands were a deep blue-green, almost black, and the fingernails were like pieces of black jade.

A low laugh came from the black mist in the air.

"Are you the current High Priest of Yushan?"

The high priest seemed unsurprised: "Has the God come to question us?"

The Demon Lord said, "If I were to punish you and demand your life, so what?"

"The Yushan clan has its own apology to offer, and is willing to explain the advantages and disadvantages to the Divine Lord and form an alliance."

The high priest turned around and bowed slightly to the black mist in the air.

“But if the God Lord wants to pay with his life, I’m afraid the Ghost Mother won’t allow it within the territory of Yushan.”

The Demon Lord chuckled: "Alright, I know the Ghost Mother hasn't fully regained her wisdom. I underestimated her; she actually raised a high priest like you."

The high priest, hearing the ease and composure in his tone, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and bowed again.

This momentous event has been utterly ruined, and even the High Priest himself must stay here to meditate by lamplight.

However, the Ghost Mother Clan had not been planning this for very long.

But for the Demon Lord, that was a grand plan that had been accumulating for a hundred years. Even though it was destroyed in one day, he was still able to calm his mind and maintain his composure.

This is hardly like a ghost or deity.

As expected of a god who reflects the real world and is the most humane.

The Demon Lord said, "There's no need for an apology. I see you don't seem to mind having another backer. How about you take on the role of my High Priest from now on?"

The high priest's eyes flickered, and he asked, "What important matter brings the Divine Lord here?"

"Hahaha, it's just a small matter."

The Demon Lord smiled broadly.

"The Ghost Mother is not yet ready to be negotiated, but since you are here, you should be able to find a way to utilize her recycling ability."

"This time, I only need you, Yushan, to join forces with me to retrieve an old item."

(End of this chapter)