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

Chapter 241 Delivering the Souls from Depths and Rebuilding the Grotto Heaven

However, Han Yun was prepared. His third eye shone brightly with golden light, and he chanted the mantra: "Moo!"

The Vajrasattva mantra of Buddhism!

It possesses unparalleled demon-subduing power. The sound waves transformed into tangible golden ripples, scattering the filthy poisonous energy into pieces.

At the same time, Han Yun formed hand seals, no longer using the Pure Yang Thunder Technique, but instead creating a Bagua array from beneath his feet.

"The Eight Gods revolve, refining all evil!"

As the Bagua formation rotated, a divine phantom appeared faintly in each of the eight directions, followed by a burst of pure Qi that cleansed away all evil and filth, directly affecting the source.

Liu Yuanda felt himself frozen in place, and the plague was showing signs of getting out of control, about to be forcibly stripped and cleansed by the Bagua array!
"Help me!" Liu Yuanda screamed in even greater terror than Zhao Gongming.

Shi Wenye immediately unleashed his Nightmare Divine Power, sending countless distorted illusions crashing into Han Yun's mind; Zhong Shigui drew upon the Netherwater to transform it into a barrage of ice spears; Fan Juqing commanded mountain spirits and wood monsters to pounce; and Zhang Yuanbo's Yin Thunder Poison Fire also struck once more.

The eight ghost generals each displayed their unique abilities, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

Han Yun snorted coldly, and the sun behind his head shone brightly, transforming into an extremely condensed golden halo that spread outwards.

"The Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli!"

This is a domain-specific supernatural power he created by combining the Buddhist Pure Land concept with his own inner vision manifestation.

The golden light temporarily isolated it from external attacks, creating a miniature domain under its absolute control. Although the area was small and the duration short, it was just right for this moment.

Rumble!
External attacks struck the golden light field, creating violent ripples, but failed to break through it instantly.

Within the domain, Han Yun fully activated the Eight Trigrams Formation. Liu Yuanda's plague essence encountered its nemesis, and was rapidly worn down and refined by the Yin and Yang energies and the Eight Trigrams.

Its core, formed from countless plague thoughts, emitted a hissing wail and shrank rapidly in size.

"No! I am the embodiment of the plague of heaven and earth, immortal and indestructible..." Liu Yuanda's thoughts were filled with despair.

"Even heaven and earth have their peaceful times; plague should not last forever." Han Yun said indifferently. The Bagua formation finally closed, enveloping the source of the plague and incorporating it into the inner space.

Outside, Shi Wenye and the other demon kings had just broken through the golden light domain when they witnessed Liu Yuanda's aura completely dissipate.

Another demon king has fallen!

This time, even the struggle lasted less than Zhao Gongming's!
The remaining four demon kings and eight ghost generals were utterly terrified. Having two beings of equal caliber so cleanly and decisively eliminated, any remaining hope or ferocity they harbored was completely extinguished.

"escape!"

Shi Wenye screamed and was the first to transform into countless phantoms, fleeing into the depths of the ghost realm.

Zhong Shigui stirred up the Netherworld Water, Fan Juqing merged into the mountain rocks, and Zhang Yuanbo transformed into thunder, fire, and lightning, all fleeing for their lives. The Eight Ghost Generals scattered like birds and beasts.

As soon as the Demon King fled, the Ghost Realm was thrown into chaos. Countless ghosts screamed in terror, ran aimlessly, and trampled each other.

How could Han Yun allow them to escape? He went down the well today precisely to eliminate any future troubles.

"It's too late to leave now."

He moved swiftly, like a shooting star chasing the moon, taking the lead in pursuing the most cunning Shi Wenye.

The Heavenly Eye locked onto the source of its nightmare, and the Pure Yang Heart Sword transformed into countless sword threads, weaving a sword net that covered the heavens and the earth, annihilating all its illusory clones and forcing out its core.

Shi Wenye was skilled in bewitching, but had the weakest direct combat ability. Faced with Han Yun's absolute strength, he was almost powerless to resist and was quickly bound by the sword net, forcibly taken away by Han Yun with his inner power.

Next was the flood demon Zhong Shigui. Han Yun used Samadhi True Fire to evaporate the Nether Sea and used Purple Heaven Dragon Thunder to split the waves, forcing out and refining its water essence.

Fan Juqing, the master of the mountain spirits, attempted to hide in the ghost realm, but Han Yun saw through his illusions with his Heavenly Eye and used the "Stability" method of the Bodhi Heart Sutra to suppress thousands of spirits. His true form was blasted out with a punch, following in the footsteps of the previous ones.

Finally, there was the Thunderfire Demon King Zhang Yuanbo, who was the most violent. Seeing that there was no way to escape, he tried to self-destruct his origin and take Han Yun down with him.

Han Yun directly opened his inner space, swallowing it along with the erupting Yin Thunder Poison Fire, and forcibly suppressed and digested it with the power of the entire inner world.

As for the Eight Ghost Generals, Han Yun didn't even need to take action himself. He only needed to release the increasingly powerful and vast pressure he had gained after refining the Five Demon Kings, which caused their souls to shatter and reveal their true nature.

A massive manhunt targeting the top figures in the Ghost Realm lasted for an unknown period of time.

When Han Yun refined the last trace of Zhang Yuanbo's thunder and fire essence into his inner vision, the core area of ​​the entire Ghost Realm was completely cleared.

The oppressive aura of resentment that was once so tangible and suffocating was now more than ten times thinner!
Although the sky was still dark, it was no longer so distorted and gloomy, but rather revealed a clarity that came after the dust had settled.

Countless low-level ghosts, having lost the command of the Demon King and the nourishment of his malevolent energy, became bewildered and aimlessly drifted about. However, the violence and resentment rooted deep in their souls did not dissipate.

Han Yun hovered in mid-air, his radiance subdued, yet his aura grew increasingly profound and unfathomable.

The continuous refinement of the origins of the six great demon kings and the eight ghost generals did not cause his realm to skyrocket immediately, but his understanding of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, especially his knowledge of "disasters," "wars," "plagues," "water and fire," reached an unprecedented level.

His interior space has undergone a complete transformation.

The golden-veined, glazed Bodhi tree shone ever brighter, with countless tiny, regular runes seemingly appearing and disappearing among its branches and leaves.

Six distinct Bodhi leaves sprouted from the tree. Some Bodhi leaves condensed the aura of war and killing intent, forming invisible sharp edges; others were compressed by the plague and poison, forming a green color on the leaves; some were filled with hidden lightning and fire, while others resisted the black, watery, and dark energy...

The root cause has been eliminated, but the lingering poison remains.

Han Yun looked down at this vast space, which was still desolate and filled with the mire of souls and bewildered ghosts.

Simply eliminating the top demons is not a complete purification. The real ailment lies in the accumulated malevolent energy and resentment of this eight-hundred-mile-long ghost realm over thousands of years, along with the countless twisted and tormented souls.

If left unchecked, new demon kings and ghost generals may well emerge thousands of years later.

Once Han Yun made up his mind, he no longer hesitated.

He slowly descended to the center of the Ghost Realm, a place where the auras of the six great demon kings once intertwined most intensely, but now it was completely empty.

Sit cross-legged, form the lotus mudra with your hands, and recite the "Supreme Mysterious Treasure Limitless Salvation Sutra".

This scripture is the supreme treasure of the Lingbao School for liberating the dead and breaking free from the netherworld. It possesses immense power to elevate the spirits of the deceased, eliminate disasters and calamities, and purify heaven and earth.

"In the beginning of the Azure Heaven, a song sang in the vast blue sky, and the great floating earth was filled with blessings. The Primordial Beginning bestowed upon countless beings the highest rank of salvation..."

The solemn chanting of sutras began, initially soft, but containing Han Yun's boundless divine thoughts and pure Qi, rippling outwards like waves, spreading throughout the entire Ghost Realm.

At first, the bewildered ghosts did not react at all, and some of the more violent ghosts were even moved by the chanting and roared as they rushed forward.

However, the aura of power and purification emanating from Han Yun prevented them from getting any closer.

As the scripture continued, strange changes began to occur.

The chanting of scriptures stirred the Daoist rhythm in the darkness. Behind Han Yun's head, the golden sun wheel that originally symbolized pure Yang and wisdom began to transform, becoming serene, compassionate, and vast, like the serene light of the Supreme Being, or the primordial light of creation.

The light emanated from him, spreading outwards gently yet firmly.

Where the light reached, the cold, viscous "mud" composed of countless fragments of souls began to warm and dry, as if it had been thoroughly dried by the sun. The extreme negative emotions contained within—resentment, pain, violence, despair, and so on—began to dissolve and dissolve.

Some weak, confused wandering souls, under the illumination of the light and the cleansing of the scriptures, gradually had their distorted faces soften, the violent red light in their eyes faded, revealing a sense of bewilderment, and then a sense of liberation and peace emerged.

Their souls, which had been stagnant for thousands of years, began to emit a faint, pure, shimmering white light, rising like fireflies and drifting towards Han Yun like a vortex.

Behind Han Yun, a golden-veined glazed Bodhi tree rose up, and these souls went straight into the three thousand leaves of the Bodhi tree.

These ghosts started as a few scattered individuals, then spread out in large numbers. More and more ghosts were purified under the baptism of the chanting and the clear light, transforming into countless fireflies of soul light that rose into the sky, creating a magnificent scene.

It evokes a sense of "I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied."

In the ghost realm, the nauseating stench of decay was gradually replaced by a faint, refreshing scent, like that of a mountain forest after rain.

The frantic babbling was drowned out by the solemn chanting; the endless darkness was dispelled by the ever-growing clear light.

Han Yunbao looked solemn, his mind completely immersed in the scriptures and purification.

The golden-veined, glazed Bodhi tree swayed gently, casting endless radiance that echoed the light of the chanting, accelerating the purification process.

Time seems to have lost its meaning in this space.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last trace of resentment was dispelled and the last vengeful ghost transformed into pure soul light and ascended away, the entire ghost realm had undergone a drastic change.

The darkness faded away, and though there was no sun or moon, a clear, gentle light shone forth.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer the unsettling mud of my soul, but had transformed into solid, warm land that radiated a faint spiritual light.

The twisted, skeletal structures in the distance had long since collapsed and vanished, replaced by tender green seedlings of vibrant spiritual herbs that were beginning to sprout tenaciously from the ground.

The air was filled with pure primordial energy of heaven and earth. Although it was still slightly cool, there was no trace of evil or filth. Instead, it had a unique sense of purity and tranquility characteristic of a blessed land.

The eight-hundred-mile-long ghost realm, accumulated with thousands of years of filth, was completely cleansed in one day, transforming into a truly pure land, a blessed place for Taoism!
Han Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shimmering with a clear light that reflected this newly born world.

He stood up, sensing the energy here was completely different from before, and nodded slightly.

“The ghost realm has been cleansed; this place should become a blessed land of Qingcheng.” He named it softly, and his words became law.

It is:

The demonic aura vanished, revealing the spiritual source; the turbidity and evil were cleansed, transforming the grotto into a heavenly realm. The ancient well, which once held a thousand years of resentment, now shines with clear light upon a hundred auspicious springs.

The golden Bodhi tree receives sweet dew, and the jade chime and cloud-like verses expound the profound mystery. If not a true immortal bestowing wondrous Dharma, who would have opened this blessed land to protect the mountains and rivers?
The entire blessed land trembled slightly, and a large blue steel stone appeared in the center, with the four heavenly characters "Qingcheng Blessed Land" written on it.

However, the purification process does not mean that everything is fine.

Although the evil energy of the earth veins in this place has been temporarily calmed down, its root cause remains.

Most of the sealing nodes left by Celestial Master Zhang Daoling are damaged and need to be repaired in order to guide the earth's energy, stabilize this newly born blessed land, and prevent external evil energy from invading again and disrupting the balance here.

Han Yun moved swiftly and appeared in front of the broken stone pillars.

Using the Tongtianlu (a magical talisman) to simulate the Taoist aura of Zhang Tianshi (a Taoist master), and combining it with his own understanding of the rules, he drew upon the pure primordial energy of this place to begin repairing and reinforcing these ancient sealing nodes one by one.

With each repaired node, the auspicious energy of the blessed land becomes more stable, and its spiritual light shines even brighter.

When the last major node was repaired, the entire Qingcheng Blessed Land trembled violently. Countless spiritual veins, like activated neural networks, lit up with a soft light and began to operate on their own, forming a perfect and stable cycle system.

The blessed land has its own unique layout, so there is no longer any fear of collapse or pollution.

After doing all this, Han Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the "sky," his gaze seemingly piercing through the spatial barrier, and saw Zhang Xiaolian and many Taoist priests waiting in ambush above the well.

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time to go up."

With a swift movement, it transformed into a streak of light, rushing upwards along the path it had come from.

Beside the Ghost-Dispelling Well, the golden and exquisite pagoda remains as stable as a mountain.

At the top of the tower, Daoist Zhang Xiaolian stood on one leg, his expression solemn, completely focused on maintaining the great formation. Although the violent fluctuations below the well had long since subsided, he dared not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

Suddenly, the light from the wellhead shone brightly, and a figure stepped out leisurely. Who else could it be but Han Yun?
His aura was perfectly harmonious and natural, brimming with Daoist charm. Not only was he unharmed, but he also appeared even more unfathomable than before he went down.

"Little Ancestor!"

Zhang Xiaolian was both surprised and delighted. He quickly withdrew the golden light and leaped down, "You...you're alright? Down below..."

"The Ghost Realm has been pacified."

Han Yun spoke calmly, as if he had only done a small thing: "From this day forward, the Ghost-Breaking Well will cease to exist, and the area below has been transformed into a pure and blessed land, which can be called the Qingcheng Blessed Land."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaolian and the surrounding disciples were all shocked and could hardly believe their ears.

The Ghost Realm, which had been suppressed for thousands of years and rendered helpless by successive Celestial Masters... was just pacified like that? And even transformed into a true blessed land?
What an amazing method!

It's like the methods of immortals and Buddhas in myths and legends.

Zhang Xiaolian was so excited that his beard trembled. He walked quickly to the well and carefully peered inside.

Sure enough, the well that was originally bottomless and filled with resentment was now surrounded by clear light and the energy of heaven and earth, and there was no longer any sense of evil.

You can even feel the pure, refreshing primordial energy coming from below.

With a period of further accumulation and nurturing, Qingcheng Mountain will truly become the heaven of the Nine Chambers of Immortals!
"Really...!"

Zhang Xiaolian muttered to himself, then turned around and bowed deeply to Han Yun: "Little Ancestor, your merits are immeasurable! This is a great merit, eliminating a great scourge for Qingcheng and for all living beings!"

The disciples all knelt down, saying, "Our little patriarch has boundless merit!"

Han Yun flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

"It's just my duty, no need for formalities. Master Zhang, you must take good care of this blessed land of Qingcheng and make good use of it in the future. The Qi of heaven and earth is abundant here, which is very beneficial to cultivation. You may allow meritorious disciples to enter and cultivate here as appropriate, but you must establish rules to ensure that the tranquility here is not disturbed."

"I will obey the young master's decree!" Zhang Xiaolian quickly replied, his face full of excitement and reverence.

From this day forward, this once perilous and dangerous place will become a true treasure trove, a cultivation ground that will make the entire world of supernatural beings envious.

All of this is thanks to the excessively young patriarch before us.

Han Yun nodded and said no more.

Now that things are settled here, he should return to Beijing.

(End of this chapter)