Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes in Both Realms

The Demon King took a step forward, ignoring the Yuan Tian Lanterns on the city wall, and arrived directly above Lingyun City.

"Oh no, it's the Demon King!"

The Core Formation cultivators of Lingyun City were greatly alarmed.

"Please invite the shrine!"

At the same time, an aged voice echoed from the depths of Lingyun City.

The owner of this voice was none other than Ling Yunzi, the patriarch of the Lingyun Sect.

Upon learning of the appearance of the Ghost King, he immediately sought protection from the shrine.

The next moment, a shrine slowly rose from the depths of the Lingyun Sect, eventually hanging in the air and emitting a dazzling golden light.

Under the blood moon, in the darkness of night.

The shrine, like the sun, burst forth with intense golden light.

Golden light enveloped the entire Lingyun City. The strange creatures outside the city, which were still attacking the Yuantian Lamp, retreated several feet upon seeing the golden light erupt from the shrine.

"A shrine! It's a shrine! Could it be that the Demon King has appeared?"

"Ah! My eyes! I'm blind! Everyone, don't peek into the shrine!"

"What! You went blind just by looking at the shrine?"

The cultivators of Lingyun City were still fighting against the strange creatures when they suddenly saw a bright golden light behind them. They knew that the Ghost King had appeared and the shrine had come out to protect him.

Some of the monks, curious about what the shrine looked like, couldn't help but turn around and look at it.

But all the cultivators who peered into the shrine went blind in an instant.

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators, disbelieving in the supernatural, insisted on peering into the shrine, only to find their eyes blinded in an instant.

"This is terrible, my eyes!"

"Do not spy, absolutely do not spy on the shrine, and especially do not use your divine sense to spy on it!"

"A bunch of fools overestimating themselves! Even Core Formation cultivators wouldn't dare to pry into the divine shrine; you're courting death!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator had blood streaming from his eyes and let out a piercing scream.

A moment later, they heard a cold snort coming from the horizon.

All the cultivators were startled, realizing that it was the Demon King who had spoken.

"Hmph!" The Demon King, shrouded in black mist, stared at the shrine and sneered, "Gods and Buddhas, what great power you display!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shrine remained motionless, still radiating intense golden light.

In Lingyun City, all the Core Formation cultivators were shocked by what they saw, and even Lingyunzi looked solemn.

"What's going on? The shrine is displaying its power, why isn't the Demon King retreating?" a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator asked, filled with fear and apprehension.

"This demon king appeared once during the blood moon four hundred years ago," Ling Yunzi said in a low, aged voice.

"Back then, the shrine displayed its power, and the Demon King quickly retreated. This time..."

Everyone was greatly alarmed upon hearing this.

This strange king visited Lingyun City once during the Blood Moon four hundred years ago.

That time it retreated.

Why not back this time?

Before anyone could wonder, the Demon King spoke calmly:

"Today, the city will be massacred."

After speaking, the Demon King slowly raised his hand.

A gigantic black hand appeared out of thin air and pressed down on a corner of the west city wall of Lingyun City.

As the palm continued to fall through the air, all the Yuantian lanterns on the west city wall went out one by one.

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators had their bodies explode instantly, dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Those Qi Refining stage cultivators on the city wall fared even worse, turning into clouds of blood mist.

All the cultivators in Lingyun City felt a chill run down their spines; the Ghost King had made his move!

"Holy Shrine above, please protect the cultivators of Lingyun City and help them defeat the Demon King."

Upon seeing the Ghost King make his move, Ling Yunzi immediately bowed deeply to the shrine.

"Please grant us the protection of the shrine!"

Seeing that even their ancestor was so respectfully asking the shrine for protection, the other Core Formation cultivators dared not be negligent and followed suit in worshipping the shrine as well.

"Please grant us the protection of the shrine!"

Immediately afterwards, all the cultivators in Lingyun City bowed to the shrine, their voices echoing throughout every corner of the city.

At that moment, the shrine moved.

It transformed into a golden light and instantly appeared beneath the giant black hand.

"Buzz".

With a whooshing sound, the shrine blocked the giant hand and remained unharmed.

Seeing this, the Demon King struck again, three times in a row.

However, the shrine blocked it all three times.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators of Lingyun City breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that even the Demon King is powerless against the shrine.

The Demon King will probably retreat next, right?

"A mere shrine dares to try and stop me?" The Ghost King sneered. "Even a shrine cannot withstand the Ghost Emperor's bestowed treasure!"

After saying that, the Demon King raised his hand again and pressed it down on the shrine.

"Blood Nether Bell, suppress!"

This time, the Demon King made his move by summoning a small, blood-red round bell.

The round bell swelled in the wind, and the blood-red patterns on its surface emitted an eerie, ghostly light, pressing down on the shrine.

The shrine seemed to sense a threat, and its body, which was originally only the size of a drawer, began to expand rapidly, becoming larger than a mountain.

"Clang~"

The Blood-Red Bell struck the massive body of the shrine, producing a continuous, resounding chime.

The sound of the bell was extremely strange; it wasn't loud, but it made all the Foundation Establishment cultivators in Lingyun City bleed from their ears.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the enormous body of the shrine fell from the sky and landed in Lingyun City, and the golden light emanating from it vanished instantly.

Where the shrine fell, an entire market town in Lingyun City was destroyed.

Upon seeing this, everyone was both shocked and terrified.

The blood-red bell actually repelled the shrine.

Without the protection of the shrine, it is feared that no one in Lingyun City will survive.

"Hmph!" Gui Wang retracted the Blood Nether Bell and sneered, "It's just a shrine, yet it dares to act arrogantly before me?"

With a cold snort.

All the lanterns on the four walls of Lingyun City—east, west, south, and north—were extinguished.

The strange creatures that had been lurking outside the city suddenly rushed in.

The cultivators of Lingyun City were plunged into endless despair.

"Kill! There's still an hour until dawn. If we hold out until dawn, we can still survive!"

"The shrine is dead, but the Demon King remains; they are doomed regardless!"

"Are we just going to wait to die like this? We cultivators have nothing to fear from strange beings; let's fight them!"

"Hahaha, not bad. At this point, death is the only option. Killing one more monster is a bonus!"

In despair, the cultivators of Lingyun City fought against the strange creature until their magical power was exhausted and they were devoured by it.

"I am very gratified to have you all as my companions on the road to the underworld!"

Ling Yunzi soared into the sky.

At this moment, he actually unleashed an aura comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and unleashed his magic weapon to attack the Ghost King.

"Fellow Daoists, I shall take my leave now!"

Ling Yunzi knew that he was no match for the Ghost King no matter what.

The use of the magic weapon was a feint; in reality, it was close to the Ghost King self-destructing his dantian.

The Ghost King sneered, his body transforming into a cloud of black mist and disappearing into the Blood Nether Bell, remaining unharmed despite Ling Yunzi's self-destruction of his dantian.

The other Core Formation cultivators in Lingyun City trembled at the sight.

They leaped into the air one after another, risking their lives without a second thought.

"Overestimating yourself!"

The Demon King snorted coldly and easily killed these Core Formation cultivators with a mere wave of his hand.

"kill!"

The fact that all the Core Formation cultivators had died in battle only fueled the fighting spirit and fury of the cultivators in Lingyun City.

They used up their last bit of magic power and then self-destructed their dantian to die, just to kill a few more monsters.

That night, the shrine was never raised again.

No one survived in Lingyun City.