The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 175: Just Exiting the Stage

The boundless, dark black water spread out, engulfing the entire battlefield continent in darkness. Even on the water curtain surrounding the Dragon Marsh, spots of erosion by the dark water appeared...

Upon seeing this, Chu Longjun's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer contain himself, so he stood up abruptly.

"No? This is just a peaceful banquet, not a life-or-death battle. Why did Li Qing bring out the Ghost Mother?"

"Why did it have to come to this!"

But upon further reflection, he realized that he had indeed underestimated the allure of the Five Thunder Divine Power to Xuanmen disciples.

Yi Xuan, the Third Prince of the Dao, used his power to intimidate others, spending a great deal to exchange for a visiting card in order to participate in this Qingping Banquet. The Dragon Lord of the East Sea even forcibly snatched a visiting card to attend the banquet. This shows just how powerful he was...

Chu Longjun was about to get up to stop her, lest Li Qing lose her composure and cause trouble.

But before he could even move, an even more terrifying aura rose from behind, binding him firmly in place.

"No need to do anything, he'll know what he's doing!"

However, the Qilin Ancestor raised his hand and suppressed Chu Longjun. His five-colored heavenly light stood firm in the void, turning the universe around. When it shone on Longjun, it was as if a world was pressing down on his head. The five elements of Daoist rhyme changed in turn, as if the ten-thousand-foot Qilin Cliff had fallen, preventing Chu Longjun from advancing any further.

The patriarch of the Six Spirits Mountain finally found an opportunity to intervene in the Qingping Grand Banquet!
He wasn't just there to observe the ceremony; he was there to supervise Chu Long.

Moreover, he wanted to see what kind of background this rising Ghost Gentleman had, as a member of the Lin Yuan Sect of the Tiannan Prefecture.
The broken and eerie Netherworld is an extremely mysterious place, a place that all the sects of the immortals yearn for!

"But..." Chu Long's expression shifted for a few moments before he turned away, hesitating.

In terms of age, this Qilin Ancestor is only half a generation younger than Yin Ancestor, and can be considered an elder among Yin Shen True Persons, so it is perfectly acceptable to give him some respect.

But if that Ghost Lang-Li Qing acts recklessly and causes any mishaps to the disciples of the various sects, Chu Longjun cannot bear the responsibility.

Who would have thought that Li Qing would so resolutely summon the Ghost Mother for help?
"I said, stop now!"

The majestic Taoist sat imposingly on the golden throne. The five-colored Qilin beside him had just finished dozing off. It shook its head and inadvertently cast a terrifying glance at Chu Longjun, completely dispelling any further thoughts he might have.

Feeling the unyielding will on that high seat, even a Water Dragon Lord like him dared not question it to its face. That was the ruler of Qingping Prefecture, an existence that even the Southern Kingdom's court had to burn incense and bathe to issue a "request"!

Beside her, the White Plum Blossom Lady of Qingqiu Mountain kept her eyes down, not daring to get involved in the schemes. Princess Su of Suhua Dao Mansion also remained silent, her beautiful eyes fixed on the changes in the water curtain...

"Alright, alright, let's see what Li Erlang has to do."

"Ancestor Lord? Lord Chulong?"

After the atmosphere became tense for a while, the Ghost Judge of Qingping Prefecture stepped in to smooth things over. He first consulted the patriarch of Qingping Prefecture, and then offered Chu Longjun a way out.

Therefore, all the cultivators of Longze looked towards that water curtain again.

On the vast, dark desert, seemingly endless black waters stretched out, and from the twisted, deep void, strands of straw ropes suddenly appeared and fell down.

The moment the bluish-gray straw rope appeared, the gravity field in the arena was immediately distorted and deformed.

When the original magnetic gravity encountered the Netherworld, the swaying gravity space visibly shrank, and a more vast and magnificent distorted domain covered the entire continent.

This is the domain of the Ghost Mother, a terrifying ghost realm born from the Dao principles of the You Tian-Qi Shan domain. It contains true "distorted" magical intent and can contend with Yin Shen Zhenren!
At this moment, Li Qing put away all his magical artifacts, except for the paper wings formed from the twelve divine beasts' paper pieces that surrounded him, allowing him to walk in the air, holding the Southern Dipper Life-Extending Treasure Lamp in his hand, step by step, getting closer and closer.

"Primordial Magnetic Domain, Dragon's Manifestation, Netherworld Weak Water, Demonic Dao Dharma Form, Jinling's Foundation..."

"But what do you all think if I, Li, am determined to obtain the Five Thunder Divine Power?"

Li Qing raised the precious lamp a few inches higher, casting his gaze down from the cold white candlelight.

The battle on this side was becoming increasingly chaotic, and the paper dolls he had folded to save his life were no longer usable; things just never go as planned.

But at this point, he had nothing to fear. When it was time to fight, he would fight; when it was time to compete, he would not hesitate!

Li Qing, a mere junior disciple at the lower level of the Purple Mansion, was being questioned so condescendingly by those six Dao Seeds. How could this not infuriate them?
"Oh? You're determined to win?" Yang Zongzi raised an eyebrow and asked with a half-smile.

To make such a boast in front of five people, it seems that this Li Zhenchuan is not so proud after all!
Before the five could even utter a sneer, a stunning crimson dress immediately came into view behind Li Qing.

Who is that?

Her face was as delicate as a lotus blossom, flawless and ethereal. This was a perfect mask, a flawless beauty that was both breathtaking and terrifying.

Her hair was loosely styled, her eyebrows arched like willow leaves, all done by her beloved. She wore a red robe stained with the blood of a hundred ghosts, her slender neck as white as frost, her skin and bones like those of a fairy...

The moment the woman appeared, she grabbed Li Qing's left arm. The Netherworld Profound Yin Qi had just touched Li Qing's Yuan Qi, and the spirit lamp instantly turned into a ghastly Qionghua Blood Lamp.

Even more terrifying, many Dao Seeds suddenly discovered that the Primordial Magnetic Heavy Domain that had been suppressing them had vanished! This was because an even more terrifying Ghost Domain had suppressed their Law Domain, and a more powerful Netherworld Dao Law and a "distorted" Law Domain had crushed the still incomplete Primordial Magnetic Heavy Domain...

And look at that perfect couple amidst the blood-red glow of the lanterns: the man with a handsome face and the woman with a beautiful countenance, their sleeves clasped together, their hair tied in a loving knot. The boundless, dark, and desolate landscape is the perfect backdrop for this perfect couple.

Such a scene is more beautiful than words can describe, as romantic as a poem or a painting!
But when your perfect partner, whose image is as ethereal as ink painting, turns out to be an extremely terrifying vengeful ghost and ghostly prince, all that remains in the hearts of all the Daoists is fear.

"Then..."

"kill!"

As Li Qing raised her sleeve and took the Ghost Mother's right hand, embracing the two of them together with the paper wings behind her that were illuminated crimson by the ghost lamp, the darkness in the sky suddenly deepened.

Straw ropes hung down into the ghost realm, and upon touching the dragon, a mournful wail immediately rang out.

"Ugh...woo!!"

The dragon is robust and powerful, and is a species that lives forever.

Its claws and teeth were like weapons, its bones were stronger than metal, and its blood was as strong as mercury. But when it came into contact with this twisted and grotesque place, even the great dragon would suffer broken bones and claws, its flesh and blood splattered, and the spurting dragon blood would instantly stain the ground red.

So what if it's a nine-headed celestial dragon? Yet in this dark and secluded world, completely isolated from reality, it has been reduced to a trapped beast. The threat that the Netherworld Ghost Path poses to the living beings of this mortal realm is far greater than anything else!
The hanging rope suspended in the dark sky, giving rise to ghostly spirits below and unpredictable spirits above. In a short time, one ghost after another began to wander, creating the appearance of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

The six-tailed spirit fox dharma form fled left and right within the Dharma domain, struggling to avoid one deadly danger after another, appearing extremely disheveled.

This is a ghostly realm from which one can never escape, an endless maze of ghosts, a death-binding rope forever hanging overhead—this is truly a forbidden realm that has become its own world.

Ruoshui Yangjue felt both envy and fear. He tried his best to control the Ruoshui spring and prevent it from being contaminated by the Xuan Yin Ming Qi, so as to prevent it from being corroded by that terrifying energy.

As an heir to the same Netherworld Realm, how he longed to have such a supreme ethereal spirit protecting him, but alas…

The patriarch of the Li family frowned and stared intently at the nine-headed heavenly dragon.

But soon, he finally sensed where the terror came from.

Without a sound, the prince of the royal family suddenly lost his balance and fell headfirst to the ground.

My left leg is broken!
But even now he still doesn't know who the attacker is. He just collapsed to the ground, barely managing to treat his newly appeared wounds.

Tap...tap tap...

Look, it turns out to be a pair of ghostly footprints that are invisible and are beginning to wander around him. The next round of terrorist attacks is about to begin!
This is the underworld, a place where all sorts of strange, traceable, and incomprehensible ghosts attack and swarm. Even the most powerful spirits would find it troublesome, let alone others.
The Third Emperor's disciple was now even more isolated. Although he possessed a hundred kinds of methods and a thousand kinds of techniques, he had just been hit by a Thunder Shuttle Treasure Technique from behind, and his aura was already somewhat weakened.
Furthermore, with such a terrifying ghost realm completely suppressing his primordial magnetic domain, what else could he do?

Yi Xuan Daoist's eyes flickered for a long time before he had no choice but to throw out another Earth Emperor Spirit Tablet from his sleeve, intending to use the supreme decree to summon the Yin Spirit and forcefully disobey the Ghost Mother's will, making her leave this place.

This is the ancient divine script of the Three Sovereigns, a script born between heaven and earth, which all spirits regard with utmost deference and deference.

However, before the Three Emperors' spirit tablets could strike the Ghost Mother and take effect, she stretched out her sleeve, casually blocked the spirit tablets, and flicked them away with her finger.

"how come?"

This magic tablet that summons all spirits is a treasure of the Three Sovereigns Great Dao Sect and has been passed down in the ancient history of Tiandu. How could it not respond to the calls of hundreds of ghosts and spirits?

"Useless? All the ancient clans of the Netherworld have their origins; their ancestral temples and altars are also signposts guiding the souls of the dead in the Six Heavens..."

"During the six days of peace, which ancient clan would heed a mere summons?"

A leisurely, teasing tone suddenly rang out, seemingly explaining something, yet also proclaiming the glorious past of ancient times.

At the same time, just as Daoist Yi was about to unleash the Great Three Sovereigns Scripture.

A flawless jade hand appeared from the invisible void and silently touched Yi Daoren's shoulder.

A chilling, bone-deep aura suddenly seeped into my bones!
"Ah!!!" A deep, mournful groan rang out.

In the blink of an eye, the Three Sovereigns' divine runes collapsed completely, and with no support for their laws, how many more could they fight?
With a single, flawless jade hand, she lifted the severely injured body, twisted and contorted, and held it in her palm. Even though the body was still struggling, it was all in vain.

A flawless jade hand covers the area, a chilling, sinister chill seeps into the bones.

Thus, the Three Sovereigns' Sons are eliminated!

Li Qing picked up the two spirit dragon purple coins from the ground, only to see a fair hand covering the sky beside her throw the man's bloody and mangled body into the vortex.

The next moment, a chilling, bone-deep malice set its sights on another person...

(End of this chapter)