The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 103 Underworld

"True Lord, this is the Ghost Path leading to the Underworld." The mountain god put away his mountain god seal and said, "I am ashamed that this path has not been used for many years, and it may not be very smooth inside. I will have to trouble you to be careful, True Lord."

Song Yi nodded, thanked him, and then stepped into the Ghost Path without saying anything more.

The ghostly path was filled with howling winds and a hazy, endless gray mist.

Fortunately, this passage was specially opened up by the underworld. Although it had not been used for a long time, it was quite stable and there were no dangers such as spatial turbulence.

Song Yi followed the path leading to the underworld and soon arrived there.

As soon as I stepped into the underworld, a familiar feeling welled up in my heart again.

It was a feeling of exhilaration, like a fish in water.

It was as if the world around him was actively trying to get closer to him, with the omnipresent Yin energy and Netherworld power constantly converging on him.

Song Yi even had an impulse to become a god in the underworld.

Although this is my second time in the underworld, last time I only wandered around its outskirts. Now, if I want to go to the Ten Courts of the Underworld, I need to find my way again.

Song Yi steadied himself, randomly chose a direction, and used his magic power to fly away.

The sky in the underworld is always a chaotic gray-yellow, without the sun, moon, or stars, without the alternation of day and night, only the endless howling of the cold wind.

The land below was somewhat similar to the human world, with mountains and rivers crisscrossing it. However, the mountains were black, the rivers were yellowish-green, and the water was foul-smelling and churning with unknown skeletons.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, a straight road suddenly appeared on the horizon ahead.

The road was about a thousand feet wide, paved with bluish-gray stone slabs, stretching endlessly into the distance and disappearing into the vast gray fog, with no end in sight.

This is the Road to the Underworld.

Countless souls, their expressions numb, formed a long line and slowly moved into the distance.

The ghosts escorting these spirits are the underworld's ghost messengers.

Ox-headed and horse-faced figures, wielding steel forks and chains, escorted the souls of the human race.

The Black and White Impermanence stood all around, wielding mourning sticks and soul-hooking chains, while the Soul-Binding Messengers held tokens and chains, specifically to deal with cunning spirits that attempted to escape.

In addition, there are underworld spirits such as leopard tails, bird beaks, fish gills, and wasps, each escorting the souls of birds, beasts, aquatic creatures, and insects.

All beings in the Three Realms, regardless of wealth or status, will eventually embark on this path after death.

Since it was Song Yi's first time venturing into the underworld, and he was unfamiliar with the directions, he descended from the clouds and landed beside the Yellow Springs Road.

Just then, a White Impermanence was escorting a wandering soul nearby.

The White Impermanence wore a tall hat, had a deathly pale face, and carried a mourning stick in his hand. His cultivation level was only at the Void Returning Realm, and his divine position was merely ninth rank.

Upon seeing Song Yi surrounded by divine light and with a faint glow of merit appearing above his head, he was immediately taken aback and hurriedly bowed, saying, "This humble deity greets the Immortal!"

Song Yi nodded slightly and said, "I am the Heavenly Court's True Lord of Tribulation and Calamity Relief. I wish to go to the First Hall to find King Qin Guang. I wonder which way to go?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Wuchang was shocked. Zhenjun was already a high-ranking deity in the Heavenly Court, far beyond his own reach.

He immediately replied respectfully, "The First Hall is in the southwest direction, about 80,000 li away. It is after passing Evil Dog Ridge and Golden Rooster Mountain."

Bai Wuchang repeatedly said he dared not.

After ascertaining the direction, Song Yi took to the air again and flew towards the northeast.

After flying for about three or four hours, they suddenly heard a piercing whistling sound coming from ahead.

Looking intently, one could see a continuous stretch of Yin Mountains, where black mist surged and a large group of evil spirits rushed out of the mountain valleys. Each of them had a blue face and fangs, and their bodies were twisted. They rushed down with rolling cold winds.

Below them was a group of ghost messengers escorting the spirits of the dead. Ox-Head and Horse-Face reacted extremely quickly, immediately brandishing their steel forks and broadswords and charging forward.

The Black and White Impermanence followed closely behind, brandishing their mourning sticks and soul-hooking chains.

The two groups clashed, and for a moment, ghostly howls and eerie winds swept through the air.

The bull-headed demon pierced through the leading evil spirit with its trident, while the horse-faced demon swept its broadsword across, slicing two evil spirits in half at the waist.

The black and white impermanence's mourning sticks struck the evil spirits, emitting hissing white smoke. The soul-hooking locks, like serpents, coiled around the evil spirits' necks, twisting them so tightly that the ghosts' bodies disintegrated.

However, there were simply too many evil spirits, who poured out of the mountain valley one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded the ghost messengers.

Although the ghost messengers were quite powerful and their magical artifacts were excellent, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under the overwhelming onslaught. Their formation was broken into pieces, and one of the soul-capturing messengers was pounced on by three evil ghosts at the same time. Sharp ghost claws tore through his protective yin energy, and he was about to suffer a terrible fate.

Since Song Yi had witnessed it, he naturally couldn't just sit idly by.

He stood in mid-air, his hands forming a mudra, silently chanting mantras. As his magical power surged, a huge Tai Chi symbol suddenly appeared in the sky.

The yin-yang symbol slowly rotated, the black and white energies intertwining endlessly, radiating a vast and clear light.

The next moment, bolts of lightning crashed down from the Tai Chi diagram, each striking the evil spirits with pinpoint accuracy.

Where the lightning flashed, the evil spirit didn't even have time to scream before its form vanished, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

This is the Taiqing Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder, a superior thunder technique among the Taiqing Immortal Arts, which is recorded in detail in the Great Crimson Heaven Mysterious Capital Pagoda.

In his spare time, Song Yi would ponder the Taiqing Thunder Technique, since among all the Taoist techniques, the Thunder Technique was the most powerful and the most effective at subduing demons and monsters.

Although he has only just begun to learn the basics and is not even a junior expert yet, he is more than capable of dealing with these evil spirits.

Under the bombardment of the Taiqing Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder, those evil spirits melted and disintegrated rapidly, like snow under the scorching sun.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Immortal!"

Those ghost messengers, having escaped death, all came forward to pay their respects, their expressions filled with gratitude.

Song Yi waved his hand, signaling everyone to stand up, and then asked about the origins of these evil spirits.

The leader, Black Impermanence, sighed, his expression more grim than if he were crying, and gave a general overview of the situation in the underworld.

After some inquiry, it was learned that this underworld had existed since the ancient times, and had gone through several great calamities, such as the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the War of the Lich King and the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, and countless souls had returned here after their deaths.

It turns out that this underworld has existed since the ancient times. It has gone through several great calamities, such as the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the War of the Witch and the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, and countless souls have returned here after death.

Among them are the remnant souls of ancient powerful beings. These beings were giants in life, and their souls did not dissipate after death. They used the environment of the underworld to cultivate and attain enlightenment, becoming kings of mountains and wreaking havoc in their regions.

After the Investiture of the Gods, the Heavenly Court established the Underworld in the netherworld, and appointed five Ghost Emperors to guard the five directions of east, west, south, north and center. Each Ghost Emperor commanded a million ghost soldiers to conquer and eliminate the rebellious Ghost Kings.

However, despite the large number of soldiers and generals, the Five Ghost Emperors only achieved temporary stability on the surface.

Behind the scenes, countless ghost kings still roam every corner of the underworld, wreaking havoc.

Although the underworld was willing to completely eliminate them, the underworld was simply too vast, the number of ghost kings was too great, and the forces were stretched thin, making it impossible to resolve the situation.

After listening, Song Yi had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He was preparing to take his leave and continue on his way to the First Hall when he suddenly felt a terrifying aura approaching from afar.

He looked up and saw dark clouds rolling in the sky ahead, like a black mountain pressing down, and a huge figure could be vaguely seen in the clouds.

The figure was about a hundred feet tall, entirely black, and surrounded by a dense aura of yin energy.