Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 238 Zhao Gongming

"Outsider, you killed one of my ghost generals. Do you know your crime?"

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it carried a kind of oppressive force that penetrated straight to the soul, as if the surrounding ghost realm was resonating with it and vibrating in unison.

Han Yun raised his head and looked into the depths of the Ghost Realm, his gaze remaining calm and unwavering.

The roar came rolling in, carrying an inexplicable authority and an unquestionable questioning, as if some kind of law was about to determine Han Yun's crime with a single word.

Within the ghost realm, all ghosts fell silent, even the ever-present venomous murmurs ceased at this moment, only this will, like a tangible shackle, enveloped all around.

Han Yun's body was filled with the flow of empty Qi, which dissolved the invisible sense of oppression into nothingness.

He did not answer the voice's question. Instead, his third eye narrowed slightly as he gazed at the core area where the malevolent energy was most concentrated. He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly pierced through layers of darkness:
"Hidden and unassuming, after thousands of years, has this been all you've learned—the skill of bluffing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the depths of the ghost realm fell silent for a moment, then erupted with boundless rage.

"Insanity!"

Boom!

In the distance, a majestic mountain range composed of piled-up black bones suddenly trembled. At its summit, endless resentment and malevolent energy gathered, transforming into a gigantic ghost face that blotted out the sky.

The ghostly face had three eyes, with a blood-red vertical pupil on its forehead. Looking down, its gaze caused the surrounding ghostly energy to twist and distort.

"I am Zhao Gongming, the demon king who commands war and chaos in this land!"

The ghost-faced creature spoke, its voice like thunder, shaking the entire ghost realm. Its aura was violent and extremely ferocious.

This Zhao Gongming is not the God of Wealth who enjoys great popularity in later generations, but a demon king and hero who, thousands of years ago, wielded weapons and caused wars in the human world.

Even the five great immortals would probably have to clasp their hands in greeting and address him as a junior before this one.

Of the five thousand years of Chinese history, it has lived for more than three thousand years. It became a spirit and attained enlightenment during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, making it a giant ghost of ancestral level.

"How dare you, a mere mortal, act so presumptuously here! Today, I will offer your soul as a sacrifice to the ghost generals under my command!"

As Zhao Gongming finished speaking, earth-shattering battle cries suddenly rang out from within the Bone Mountain Range!

A dark mass of ghost soldiers surged out like a tide. These soldiers wore tattered armor, wielded rusted weapons, and exuded a murderous aura. They were clearly elite ghost soldiers who had experienced countless battles.

The military formation was imposing, and the murderous aura condensed into a blood-red dark cloud, which pressed down on Han Yun.

Before the ghost soldiers even arrived, the overwhelming aura of war had already transformed into invisible blades, slicing through souls. Any ordinary supernatural being present would likely be instantly overwhelmed by the murderous aura of this military formation, their mind and soul scattered.

Despite the onslaught of thousands of troops, Han Yun remained calm. He did not unleash any large-scale magic, but instead slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed them against the surging torrent of ghost soldiers.

"Certainly."

Follow your words!
It wasn't a sound, but an invisible force that suddenly spread out from Han Yun as the center!
The Bodhicitta Sutra states that the mind can transform things, which is the essence of the Tathagata!

At this moment, the inner and outer scenes transform silently; within the inner realm, my words are the rules.

In an instant, the surging torrent of ghost soldiers in front of them seemed to be paused, their movements freezing instantly.

Whether it was the charging ghost soldiers, the raised swords, or even the surging blood-red evil clouds, everything was frozen in mid-air, maintaining the state of the previous moment, which was extremely eerie.

Even the soul flames leaping in the eyes of the ghost soldiers seemed to be frozen.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

At the summit of Bone Mountain, the three eyes of the enormous demon mask simultaneously revealed a look of astonishment and doubt. "This is... mental interference with reality? The Mahayana path of the West, are you one of those two shameless descendants of the West?" Zhao Gongming's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

Han Yun ignored him and slowly closed his right hand, which had been pressed out, into a fist.

"broken."

A single, soft word was like the tolling of a death knell.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The countless ghost soldiers frozen in time, along with their weapons and armor, shattered inch by inch, like fragile glass, starting from the smallest details.

There were no screams, no explosions, only a dense, teeth-grinding cracking sound.

In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of elite ghost soldiers turned into black dust that filled the sky, and were then scattered and completely annihilated by the breeze flowing through the ghost realm.

One move, and an entire ghost army is wiped out!
Han Yun withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the ghostly face on the mountain peak, and said in a calm tone: "If this is all you have, then your title of Demon King is not well-deserved."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhao Gongming, in his ghostly form, laughed in fury and uttered three "good"s, each sound shaking the ghost realm.

"No wonder you dared to go down the well alone, you do have some skill! But this is our home ground, how much of your strength can you unleash? Today, I'll show you what true calamity is!"

Before the words were finished, the huge demon mask suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a torrent of dark red liquid.

The torrent was not a physical entity, but rather a condensation of endless killing intent, resentment of war, and will to slaughter. Wherever it passed, it emitted a piercing noise of metal clashing, as if thousands of troops were charging into battle in the void.

The sky was also painted in the colors of blood and smoke.

This is a torrent of war and calamity. Anyone who is touched by even a trace of it will be corrupted by endless killing intent, turning into a madman who only knows how to kill, and eventually their physical body will collapse and their soul will become part of this torrent.

Faced with this terrifying torrent, Han Yun finally made his move.

He took a step forward, his body radiating pure yang golden light, which was replaced by an invisible and colorless flame in his palm.

It is the true transmission of Taoist alchemy, the Samadhi Fire!

This fire is no ordinary fire; it is forged from the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit, and it burns away all things in the world.

Han Yun flicked his finger, and the ethereal flame floated out, heading towards the devastating torrent of war.

Compared to the massive, dark red torrent, this tiny flame was so small as to be almost negligible.

However, the instant the two made contact—

laugh!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a violent reaction sound like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water.

The torrent of war, brimming with countless grievances and capable of eroding the very soul, seemed to encounter its nemesis the moment it touched the Samadhi True Fire. The dark red malevolent energy melted and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Where the true fire passed, a huge vacuum channel was burned out in the center of the torrent, and the flames, like a malignant sore, spread backward along the evil energy, frantically burning the source.

"Samadhi True Fire? A Taoist technique. Just who are you?"

For the first time, Zhao Gongming's voice was filled with shock.

Han Yun remained silent, only focusing his thoughts. The Samadhi True Fire suddenly expanded, transforming into a sea of ​​fire that swept back towards the ghost face atop the Bone Mountain.

Where the flames passed, even the resentment that constituted the ghost realm was purified, temporarily creating a peaceful place.

(End of this chapter)