I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

"After not seeing you for several years, you've learned to hide in these remote and impoverished places and give up on yourself."

The woman in red looked up at the rooftop of the tallest building in the county town, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

A hunched figure was squatting on the rooftop; it was the old hag.

She was less than 1.6 meters tall, her back was bent like a shrimp, her gray hair was messy like a bird's nest, her face was so thin that she was just skin and bones, she covered her eyes with her hands and cried bitterly, blood and tears dripping from between her fingers, her ten fingernails were stained red, and the crevices of her nails were filled with dried blood and mud, making her look ferocious and terrifying.

"die!"

The crying stopped abruptly. The old hag turned around abruptly, and her evil aura erupted like a tsunami. The dark ghostly energy blotted out the sky and the sun. She turned into a black shadow and pounced on the woman in red with a sharp sound that tore through the air. The force was enough to shatter mountains and split rocks.

The woman in red smiled faintly, her body motionless. With a casual wave of her hand, a sudden gust of wind arose like a raging tornado, forcefully blowing the approaching witch several miles away and collapsing half of a building.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the old hag's screams pierced through the clouds.

As the smoke cleared, the old hag rose from the ruins, her eyes bloodshot, her gaunt face contorted with rage, black mist billowing from her wrinkles. Her roar was hoarse like a wild beast: "Dare to stop me! You're asking for death!"

She pounced again, her ghostly aura surging, and a terrifying pressure spread out, instantly crushing the remaining buildings in the county town into dust. This power far surpassed that of an ordinary ghost king; even a thousand-eyed demon would be instantly killed by her.

The woman in red remained calm and composed throughout, a faint smile always playing on her lips. Her every move exuded absolute control, as if she were toying with an ant.

"You old hag, that's enough."

Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

The old hag grew increasingly frenzied, her black mist spreading for miles, splitting into tens of thousands of hideous ghostly figures that roared and swarmed in from all directions. Each ghostly figure carried a soul-devouring aura, enough to drive the entire population of a city mad.

"I said, that's enough!"

The woman in red's eyes turned cold, a fierce glint flashed in them, and her tone suddenly became harsher, instantly lowering the air pressure around her to freezing point.

She raised her hand, plucked a red hair, and tossed it gently forward.

The strand of hair grew wildly as soon as it touched the ground, transforming into countless scarlet strands that sprouted from the earth like bloodthirsty vines. In an instant, they swept across the entire area, piercing through countless ghostly figures, and precisely locked onto the witch's true form, wrapping around her tightly in circles, suspending her in mid-air and imprisoning her, rendering her unable to move.

"Black Mountain Demon Mother! Kill me! Kill me now!"

The witch struggled frantically, her inner ferocity erupting wildly, howling like a wounded beast, yet a longing for liberation lurked in her eyes.

If any cultivator were here, they would surely be astonished. This woman in red is none other than the legendary Black Mountain Ghost Mother, who rules the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom and is awe-inspiring in both the Yin and Yang realms!

She actually left her old lair in Black Mountain, first went to Xingsha City for a stroll, and then came specifically to seek out this old hag for bad luck.

Black Mountain Demon Mother waved her hand, and thousands of scarlet hairs receded like a tide, merging back into the earth, leaving only the old woman suspended in mid-air, her aura weak.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

Her tone was indifferent, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight into the old hag's heart.

But as soon as the witch was freed, her eyes turned bloodshot and her murderous aura surged again, as if she wanted to pounce on him and perish together.

The Black Mountain Demon Mother chuckled, her hands behind her back, and slowly spoke, each word like a needle: "I know you want to die. Ever since you searched for your son for thirty years without finding a single hair, you've wanted to die. That's why you've gone mad and killed indiscriminately, trying to provoke me so I can kill you and end it all, freeing you from this endless suffering."

"Don't mention my son!"

The old hag seemed to have been hit where it hurt, her eyes bursting with endless grief and madness as she clutched her chest and screamed in agony.

A terrifying aura coalesced behind her into a gigantic ghostly figure tens of feet tall, twisted and ferocious, exuding a world-destroying evil power.

"It seems you've really given up."

Black Mountain Demon Mother's tone was full of sarcasm, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be hiding in this godforsaken place, giving up on yourself and using killing to cover up your cowardice."

The Black Mountain Demon Mother had complete knowledge of her origins.

The old woman was originally an ordinary woman who loved and cared for her husband. Later, she gave birth to a son and should have lived a happy life.

But fate is unpredictable; her husband died in a car accident.

From then on, she placed all her hopes on her son.

To support her son, you worked tirelessly day and night, but it was this moment of carelessness that gave bad people an opportunity, and her only son was kidnapped by human traffickers.

She was struck dumb, completely broke down, and frantically searched for her son at every corner of the world.

This search lasted for a full twenty years.

She endured wind and rain, fought with wild dogs for food, and kept company with the cold snow. Her youth was wasted by endless toil. The once gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman had been transformed into an ugly old woman who was emaciated, with gray hair and a withered face, leaving her with only an inescapable weariness and despair.

Just as the supernatural was resurging and the yin energy in the world was surging, she froze to death in a corner of a dilapidated temple on a cold winter night when the wind was as cold as a knife.

The resentment accumulated over the past thirty years erupted like a volcano, and the soul became a vengeful ghost the moment it left the body, skipping even the buffering stage of wandering soul.

After becoming a ghost, her resentment and prejudice, which had been suppressed for many years, broke free of their shackles and turned into a monstrous killing intent that wreaked havoc everywhere. She burned, killed, and looted without restraint, and went mad like a beast that had lost its mind. Wherever she went, even the grass and trees were corroded and withered by her yin energy.

But the Black Mountain Demon Mother had such sharp eyes that she saw through the core beneath the madness at a glance.

Despite her seemingly heinous and inhuman nature, the old hag's obsession with finding her son never faded. Even though they were separated by death and her soul had changed, she clung tightly to her last thought and refused to let go.

Countless times she rushed to the rumored clues with hope, only to be shattered by the cold reality. Each disappointment turned into a more frenzied killing spree, using blood to cover up the desolation in her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, the blood on her hands was enough to form a river. Her immense bloodshed actually allowed her to hone her skills step by step through the killing, eventually transforming her into a top-tier powerhouse among ghosts, far surpassing ordinary ghost kings.

Only when the last glimmer of hope was shattered did she completely lose heart, hiding in this remote county town. She remained hidden during the day and wept bitterly at midnight in front of the broken walls and ruins, becoming a self-destructive figure.

Now that she has encountered the Black Mountain Demon Mother, even though she knows that the two sides are worlds apart in strength, she still insists on rushing forward to fight for her life. To put it bluntly, she wants to provoke this ruler of the ghost kingdom and seek a release from the annihilation of her soul.

But who is the Black Mountain Demon Mother?

The old fox who has lived for a thousand years is completely transparent to such petty schemes.

She refused to grant the old hag's wish, not only sparing her life but also revealing her true intentions with every word hitting her sore spot.

"I'm not giving up on finding my son! It's just that fate is unfair, cruelly separating us!"

The old hag howled to the heavens, tears of blood streaming down her face like broken pearls. Her emaciated body trembled violently from extreme pain. "Thirty years! I've searched for thirty whole years! In this vast sea of ​​people, who can tell me if he's alive or dead? Where should I look? Where should I look at all?!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of murderous intent and sorrow swirling within them, and her ghostly aura surged once more: "Black Mountain Demon Mother, you dare to tear open my wounds, to reopen my sore spots! Tonight, either you kill me, or I'll drag you down with me!"

Having said that, she was about to burn her original soul body, adopting a posture of fighting to the death.

Black Mountain Demon Mother slowly shook her head, her tone calm yet deadly alluring: "I originally came here specifically to inform you of your son's news, but your flustered appearance has dampened my interest."

"Wh...what?"

The old hag froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning, and the surging ghostly energy around her came to an abrupt halt.

She looked up abruptly, her cloudy eyes filled with disbelief. In those eyes, which were shrouded in hostility, a faint but pure glimmer of humanity shone through.

That was a hope buried by despair for many years, so fragile that it seemed to shatter at the slightest touch.

This light was so precious that it was hard to imagine it appearing in the eyes of a demon with blood on his hands.

Throughout her life, she lit this light countless times in her search for her son, only to watch it go out countless times, enduring excruciating pain with each shattering.

She shakily raised her withered, bony hand, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, her voice filled with a deep-seated fear: "What...what did you just say?"

She was scared; she was afraid it was another scam.

For the past thirty years, too many evil people have taken pleasure in her obsession with finding her son, spreading false information to watch her fall from ecstasy to despair, and using her pain as fodder for gossip.

She could no longer bear the taste of shattered hope.

Black Mountain Demon Mother paused, deliberately building suspense, a sly smile playing on her lips: "To be precise, it's not that I know where your son is, but rather that I know a place that might help you find him."

Before the words were even finished, the old hag pounced like an arrow, her withered fingers gripping the sleeve of the Black Mountain Demon Mother tightly. Her breathing was heavy and labored, like a broken bellows, and the light in her eyes burned fiercely, capable of scorching everything: "Where? Tell me! Where is this place?!"