Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 86. Lu Changyuan is about to die.

In the sky, the fourth-realm cultivator was no longer recognizable as human.

He was simply ruthless, tearing everything in front of him to shreds with all his might.

Most of the cultivators who entered the Underworld this time were still below the fifth realm, so not many people could stop him. In addition, his strange state made him even more terrifying.

A bloody, mangled hand emerged from his back, piercing his skin and dripping with blood. It stretched wildly at a visible speed, eventually transforming into bronze wings.

He is no longer human.

"monster!?"

Someone shouted, but in the chaos, no one cared about the wrongdoing of the cultivators from the fourth realm.

He flapped his wings, which blotted out the sky, and sped to a person, tearing out that person's heart and liver. Then he murmured unintelligible words.

When all the lanterns turned white, the cultivators from the four realms flapped their wings again and flew away into the distance.

A thick fog rolled in again, obstructing all visibility.

He stopped flying and landed, walking forward step by step, heavily and numbly.

A rhythmic, teeth-grinding sound suddenly arose all around him, but he paid no attention and plunged into the fog, becoming an invisible behemoth.

He walked step by step.

The thick fog began to gnaw at his flesh, and in a short while, a pale, complete skeleton replaced the original strange body. His shed flesh fell to the ground and quickly formed black spirits.

The spirits roared and disappeared into the thick fog.

The flames in the skeleton's eyes ignited silently. He continued walking. As flesh and blood faded, death came to the bones. The once solid ground beneath his feet now seemed to have turned into a swamp that devoured the bones.

With each step he took forward, his foot bones silently sank an inch into the ground, and his leg bones and torso gradually shortened inch by inch.

Clang.

With a crisp sound, he was left with only a lonely skull, which lost its support and fell to the ground. He was left with only a skull, but it was still rolling on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang.

His head rolled into the depths of the fog.

When it finally came to a stop, the flames in the skull's eyes also dissipated completely. More accurately, the flames in its eyes floated up and eventually disappeared into the depths of the mist.

With a bang, the skull head suddenly turned to ash and vanished into the mist.

a long time.

A long, soothing sigh came from the depths of the mist.

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"So what? What does Young Master Lu intend to do? Go find the people from the Hehuan Sect?"

Su Youwan, carrying the birdcage, asked curiously.

The two had returned to Lu Changyuan's small house, and everything was as before, except for the two spirits who were peering out the door, wanting to return to the house.

The silver-haired girl conscientiously put the birdcage away, then sat on the bed, her delicate little feet, clad in white cloth shoes, floating in the air.

Before Lu Changyuan could reply, she said, "That old man is holding Xiao Qingfeng's memorial tablet. If Xiao Qingfeng is still alive, he must have great ambitions. The memorial tablet that the old man is holding may have something special about it."

Lu Changyuan nodded, his expression calm as usual, seemingly unconcerned about his impending death: "So I'm going to find that Xiao Hai, and also to see what's going on with that memorial tablet."

When Lu Changyuan saw the memorial tablets being moved at Yingfeng Inn, he didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't examine them carefully with his hands, so he couldn't really see what was going on inside.

Who would have thought that you could meet someone on a memorial tablet in the underworld?

The silver-haired girl removed the blindfold from her eyes, her red eyes fixed on Lu Changyuan, but there was no fierce feeling in her gaze, only a hint of aggression.

The detached and unemotional Bodhisattva seemed to have become aggressive because of these red eyes.
“Young Master Lu knows too much about the Underworld.” “Those are all distant memories. As you get older, you’ll know everything.” Lu Changyuan waved his hand: “I need to go check on Xiao Hai now. It’s best if the Third Prince stays in his room and doesn’t go out.”

Seeing that Lu Changyuan seemed about to open the door and go out in the night of the Underworld, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but say, "It's already evening, it would be better to go tomorrow."

White lanterns have been lit up on the streets, and a thick fog has risen, threatening to swallow any strangers who are outside.

"It's alright, it won't hurt me."

Lu Changyuan flung open the door, picked up Duan Nian, and vanished into the mist.

He pays close attention to the words in his eyes.

Am I going to die?
How can I die here?
A thick, gray fog rolled in outside, obscuring the view.

The Underworld is indeed xenophobic.

Ultimately, the reason the Underworld Kingdom appeared in the mortal realm was to attract the Underworld King back. And those who came for the Underworld Kingdom's River of the Underworld and the Three-Life Fruit were naturally not treated well by the Underworld Kingdom.

The nighttime fog is a way for the Underworld to indirectly expel outsiders.

Therefore, outsiders are not allowed to go out at night.

Ok.

Outsider.

What does this have to do with my long road ahead?

Lu Changyuan waved his hand at the mist: "Don't bother me, and don't try to plant flowers on me."

The gigantic phantom in the mist passed by Lu Changyuan, paused for a moment as if gesturing to him, but then slowly moved away.

Lu Changyuan was the only one who could clearly see the giant moving.

Such a huge, upright-walking creature does not exist in the current cultivation world. As far as Lu Changyuan knows, the largest beast is the giant tortoise in the Beast Taming Palace, but even that tortoise walks on four legs.

There are no records of bipedal giants, not even in Taoist texts; their bones are only occasionally dug up from the ground.

These were creatures from tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Lu Changyuan pulled himself out of his thoughts and walked forward along the east side of the city. Between the east and west sides of the city, there was a huge stone tablet with a large symbol engraved on it.

Any intelligent being that comes here and sees the symbol will be able to express the meaning of the symbol from the bottom of its heart.

deep.

In the land where spirits rest, stands the monarch of chaos.

Lu Changyuan didn't linger too long on the stone tablet, but instead randomly grabbed a spirit wandering the street.

He said quietly, "Why aren't you home sleeping at night? Why are you wandering the streets?"

Ling, who was mentally unstable, was startled. When she turned around and saw Lu Changyuan, she first grew larger in fear, then shrank back and took several steps back.

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "I've been wondering before, how come you spirits, who have all been replaced, still recognize me?"

Ling cried out hoarsely.

Lu Changyuan revealed a kind smile: "Yu's name will follow me until death? Never mind. Do you know where a human dressed in black robes, also a newcomer from out of town, lives?"

Ling roared and then ran away quickly, seemingly terrified of Lu Changyuan, or perhaps of something in the mist.

In the thick fog, the houses in the Underworld appeared somewhat illusory from the outside.

(End of this chapter)