Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 310 Boyue, Lord of Youdu
"Old friend?"

Upon hearing this, Li Wushou muttered something in response.

The old beggar traveled far and wide, never getting involved in karma. He had heard of many "old acquaintances," but it was rare to hear of "old friends" from him.

This piqued Li Wushou's curiosity, and he then carried the corpses of the Five Mystic Beasts towards the depths of the River Styx.

Hearing Li Wushou's mutterings, Chongyuan thought that Li Wushou had been bewitched. How could someone who came from Huazhou have an old friend here?
He intended to stop Li Wushou, but Li Wushou was too fast and he didn't have time.

Watching Li Wushou disappear into the darkness, Chongyuan gritted his teeth and followed him.

He could not stand by and watch such a person slip away right under his nose, even though he sensed that some terrifying being was awakening deep within the River Styx.

Li Wushou flew through the darkness ahead, while the shadowy figure behind him stirred restlessly.

This time, Li Wushou did not suppress the other party; he knew that this was the shadow's instinct that it could not suppress.

His gaze was fixed high in the darkness, and he naturally saw Chongyuan following behind, but he paid no attention to him. At this moment, all his attention was focused on the depths of the River Styx.

The mountain silhouette at the end of the Styx River became clearer in his sight. Only when he got closer did Li Wushou finally realize that this mountain was different from ordinary mountains.

It was all solidified from Yin energy! No wonder it could carry the River Styx flowing out of it.

The yin energy liquefies into rivers and solidifies into mountains.

Quietly sensing, Li Wushou felt that this Yin energy was somewhat similar to the long river of Yin energy in the City God Temple.

However, Li Wushou did not sense any extinguished souls inside. Instead, the aura of malevolent spirits and resentment was extremely strong, making this place more suitable for evil spirits to survive than for normal living beings.

Just then, at the foot of the mountain, boulders scattered everywhere, accompanied by various explosions. The shattered rocks transformed into malevolent energy, rushing down the River Styx like a storm.

Li Wushou was not afraid of the waters of the River Styx, nor was he afraid of the Yin Sha storm. He pushed against the storm at top speed, his body transforming into silver light as he rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

He wanted to see what the old beggar's friend looked like.

Li Wushou disappeared in a flash, leaving Chongyuan, who was chasing closely behind, completely dumbfounded. How could he be so fast?

He wanted to catch up quickly, but the Yin Sha Storm struck, forcing him to activate his control over the boundary power to protect himself, which slowed him down even further, and he completely lost track of Li Wushou.

This infuriated him!
At the foot of Yinsha Mountain, the earth shook and the mountain trembled.

A pair of enormous wings emerged from the ground, and even a single flap of the wings was much larger than the black bird that Li Wushou was dragging behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a huge human head emerged from the ground, its face quite different from ordinary people, somewhat ugly.

With a loud bang, a colossal creature emerged from the ground. It had a human face and a deer's body, with wings on its back. Its entire body was dark, and like the Five Mystic Beasts, a decaying head drooped from its neck.

Standing before this strange creature, Li Wushou asked the old beggar with a somewhat odd expression:
"This is your old friend?"

The old beggar glared at Li Wushou and said:
"This is a Netherworld Beast. Deal with it quickly, leave its corpse intact, and then head into the mountains."

Li Wushou nodded and put his clothes away again. At the same time, the black shadow placed the five linked Xuan Beast corpses against Li Wushou's body.

With a flash, Li Wushou leaped to the side of the Zhenyou Beast's head, twisted his waist and kicked out with his side, intending to smash the beast's head apart.

But the next instant, a roar came from beside his ear. This sound was different from the previous fierce howl, and it carried a power that stirred the soul.

At the same time, Li Wushou felt the other party raise its beast paw and strike him.

With a raised eyebrow, his spirit settled firmly in his dantian, and the boundary force within the Tai Chi dojo emanated, isolating the palm strike.

"boom!"

With a single kick, the head of the Demon-Suppressing Beast exploded.

The enormous beast's paw slammed into the ground, slamming against Li Wushou's body, and the earth shattered instantly.

The terrifying power left Li Wushou speechless. If the opponent hadn't been in this half-corpse state, using its divine soul to flexibly control its power, even a Nascent Soul cultivator probably wouldn't have gained any advantage against it.

Two blood seeds flew out and landed on his neck. Li Wushou ignored the corpse and walked into the mountain.

It was as if there was an invisible and intangible barrier separating the inside and outside of the mountain, making it difficult for him to see the scenery inside the mountain when he was outside; he could only see the outline of the mountain.

Once inside Yinsha Mountain, Li Wushou's vision became clearer.

The River Styx flowed mightily through the mountain stream, its malevolent energy surging within, supporting a dark and gloomy palace.

From afar, the palace appears to float in mid-air, suppressing the source of the River Styx.

With a thought, Li Wushou broke through the Yin Sha Qi and flashed to the outside of the palace.

Looking up, two large characters are engraved on the plaque of the main hall in a vigorous and elegant style: "Youdu"!
The deep, powerful growl echoed through the hall; it seemed this was the old beggar's old friend.

A vertical line appeared between his brows. He had intended to ask the old beggar to leave the Three Immortals Hall, but the old beggar showed no intention of coming out. Instead, he stuck three golden bone incense sticks into the Three Immortals Hall.

After thinking for a moment, Li Wushou walked towards the main hall.

The main hall was empty, quiet, and dimly lit, but Li Wushou could see clearly.

The entire hall resembled an imperial court. Standing on the right were twelve mystical beasts of various shapes and colors, among which Li Wushou saw the shadows of the Five Mystical Beasts and the Netherworld Suppressing Beast.

On the left stood twelve people wearing ferocious masks.

Whether human or animal, they were all silent and motionless at this moment.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were not corpses, but rather forms created purely from the convergence of Yin energy, just like the rocks outside the main hall.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from inside the hall:
"You audacious madman, now that you have met the Lord of Youdu, why do you not bow?"

Li Wushou looked up and saw a magnificent throne at the head of the hall. The throne was also filled with Yin energy, but it shimmered with a glassy luster.

Seeing this throne is like seeing the entire River Styx.

A tall figure sat on the throne, with piercing eyes and a tiger's head. His body was like that of an ox, and two long horns were inserted diagonally on his head. The middle of the base of the horns was slightly raised, and a wide-open horizontal eye was on it.

His hands rested on the armrests of the throne, his claws dripping with blood.

At this moment, the opponent leaned slightly forward, his whole body shrouded in a murderous aura, exuding a captivating sense of oppression.

Three eyes pierced the darkness, staring intently at Li Wushou beneath the main hall, a low, menacing growl emanating from his nostrils.

Li Wushou gazed at the ferocious figure and sensed a pressure. He murmured to the old beggar inside the Three Immortals Pavilion:

"Your friend doesn't seem very friendly."

The old beggar stared at the figure, also somewhat lost in thought. After hearing Li Wushou's murmur, he softly said:

“If it were really Boyue, he wouldn’t have done this. Let’s kill it and give Boyue some peace.”

Li Wushou was taken aback upon hearing this, but he quickly composed himself and focused his attention on the figure on the throne.

Boyue must be the name of the old friend the old beggar mentioned, the Lord of Youdu, Boyue? But does the old beggar mean that this isn't the real Boyue?

To Li Wushou's surprise, his eyes could not detect anything unusual.

Nowadays, there aren't many things that Li Wushou can't see through.

Through his previous trip to the Sacred Realm of Red Makeup, Li Wushou discovered that there were some things about the Great Venerable that were difficult for him to see through, or that blurred his vision, making it difficult for him to see the essence.

Could it be that this Boyo is a great master?
However, since the old beggar told him to kill the other party, the person sitting here obviously couldn't be the Great Venerable.

This suggests that something related to the Great Venerable may have developed other forms of sentience, just like the Five Mystic Beasts and the Netherworld Suppressing Beast from earlier.
Seeing that Li Wushou remained silent, the figure on the throne slammed his hand on the armrest and shouted again:
"presumptuous!"

The angry roar was like a tiger's howl, causing the main hall to vibrate continuously.

Li Wushou, interrupted from his reverie, simply composed himself and murmured as he gazed at the figure on the throne:
"Guessing is too much trouble. Once we kill it, we'll naturally know what it is!"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Wushou's body burst forth with silver light, and he rushed towards the throne.

The figure on the throne paused slightly, appearing somewhat mechanical, but quickly recovered and roared:
"How brave!"

At the same time, the right hand resting on the armrest was raised and pointed towards the hall. The evil stone beasts on both sides of the hall, resembling ministers of cultural relics, opened their eyes simultaneously.

His gaze turned malevolent, intertwining and converging, instantly creating a sinister space before the throne.

Li Wushou's body trembled, and he was forced to reveal himself.

The figure on the throne faced the Yin Sha space, and with a clenched fist in mid-air, the entire Yin Sha space suddenly contracted. Under extreme pressure, the Yin Sha energy abruptly liquefied, and then slowly solidified.

Li Wushou's heart skipped a beat. Was this person going to mold him into a Yin Sha stone statue?
This figure was different from the Five Mystic Beasts, wielding the technique of controlling Yin Sha. Although it didn't seem very refined, it greatly increased the pressure on Li Wushou.

Sensing the space becoming increasingly solidified, Li Wushou raised his brow, his back flesh tore apart, and his glassy bone body broke free from the flesh. At the same time, the Tai Chi Dojo flew out from between his brows and landed in the bone body's head.

Inside the dojo, Master Xuanyang continuously mobilized the boundary energy, gathering it around the bone body.

With a swing of his glass-like body, Li Wushou instantly smashed open the slowly solidifying space of malevolent energy. Rocks formed by the malevolent energy flew everywhere, and most of the pressure around him dissipated. In the next instant, he transformed into a silver light and rushed to the throne.

Without pausing, he swung his right fist directly at the figure on the throne, unleashing a powerful dragon roar as his violent blood energy erupted.

Even the usually fierce and imposing figure was somewhat taken aback upon seeing this.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind, and Li Wushou could see that the muscles on the other person's back were bulging, and the flesh inside was constantly writhing.

This piece of flesh was clearly different from the black flesh elsewhere. It was bluish-gray in color and emitted the stench of a rotting corpse. Strangely, Li Wushou could sense the presence of a living person on it.

With a thought, the longsword from his ribs shot out and slashed at the writhing mass of flesh in mid-air the instant the opponent raised his hand to block Li Wushou's fist!
"what……!"

Screams mixed with muffled tiger roars echoed throughout the hall.

Rotten flesh and pus splattered everywhere.

The bluish-gray flesh slid off Boyo's back with a thud!

(End of this chapter)