This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Upon hearing Qingfeng's question, the female ghost revealed a slightly mocking smile.

"In this world... there really is a master like you, a celestial immortal?"

Qingfeng frowned and asked:

"What does this mean?"

The female ghost straightened her clothes, her eyes filled with indescribable indifference.

"Which of the world's strongest individuals who have reached such heights hasn't traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood along the way?"

"What? You're allowed to kill people, but we ghosts can't?"

The breeze remained silent.

The female ghost continued:

"To us ghosts, humans are no different from cattle and sheep. Ghosts eat humans, is that wrong?"

This time, Qingfeng nodded, seemingly agreeing with the female ghost's statement.

He didn't pursue the issue any further.

"Alright, let's put that aside for now. Since you call this 'Little Underworld,' does that mean there's a place in this world that's the real Underworld?"

The female ghost chuckled softly but did not answer.

Qingfeng could tell from her expression that the female ghost didn't seem to want to talk to him.

Actually, he asked those two questions out of pure curiosity, without any other intention.

Regardless of how the female ghost answers, she will eventually need to be helped to pass on to the afterlife.

Qingfeng flipped his hand, and another talisman appeared in his palm.

"You just said that humans eat cows and sheep, and ghosts eat humans, that's right."

"That's true, but unfortunately, the person standing in front of you... just happens to be alone..."

The female ghost's expression changed drastically, and with a flash, she jumped directly into the blood pool.

Qingfeng moved even faster, and the talisman in his hand transformed into a stream of light that landed on the female ghost.

"ah..."

A piercing scream, accompanied by blinding lightning, echoed throughout the palace.

The female ghost's body was almost completely reduced to ashes.

But when she came into contact with the blood in the blood pool, a surge of bloodthirsty power seemed to support her, allowing her to escape the calamity of the Five Thunder Talisman that Qingfeng had spent several days refining, and preventing her from being completely annihilated.

After the female ghost disappeared into the blood pool, Qingfeng's eyes changed slightly. He immediately unleashed a palm strike, the terrifying power blasting up all the blood in the pool and revealing the bottom of the pool.

"Huh? What's this?"

Before the blood fell, Qingfeng saw that there was something resembling an altar hidden at the bottom of the pool.

This thing is quite similar to the Ascension Platform on Qingming Island.

Moreover, he also sensed a spatial fluctuation, and the female ghost's figure completely disappeared.

"They're quite cunning; they even hid an escape route at the bottom of this blood pool..."

After a moment's thought, Qingfeng began to rapidly form hand seals.

"The upper body's inner fire is the ruler, the middle body's kidney fire is the minister, the ruler and minister complement each other to generate the lower body's inner fire, and the qi sea generates life to become the people."

"Samadhi Fire... manifest..."

Once the incantation was completed, a powerful fire elemental force simultaneously erupted from Qingfeng's heart, kidneys, and dantian.

Then, it opened its mouth and spewed out a bright flame.

The flames landed on the pool of blood, and it was as if a raging fire had met oil, instantly igniting and bursting into flames.

The blood in the blood pool evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving nothing behind after the refinement.

Not only the blood pool, but even the evil spirits within the palace were completely purified.

After doing all this, Qingfeng then threw out a talisman, sealing the altar at the bottom of the pool.

"Get them out of here first, then we'll check..."

There were still quite a few people locked up in that prison. Although most of them were beyond saving, we couldn't just stand by and watch them die.

Qingfeng turned around and pushed open the palace gate.

Looking around, a large number of ghostly soldiers and generals had already gathered outside the door, including the ghostly scholar who had brought him there.

"You...how could you have gotten out? Where is the Ghost Emperor...?"

The scholar asked the ghost about material matters.

Qingfeng was too lazy to waste words with him. He flipped his hand, and the Haotian Mirror appeared.

The moment the mirror appeared, all the ghosts in the entire Little Underworld City felt as if they were facing a great calamity, and all the ghosts were terrified and wailed incessantly.

When the ghosts trapped in front of the palace saw the celestial mirror radiating endless divine light, they lost all will to resist and turned to flee.

With a light tap of his toes, Qingfeng's figure quickly floated into the air, suspended in the sky.

His gaze swept across the entire Little Underworld, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Humans eat cattle and sheep to fill their stomachs, while ghosts eat humans to cultivate themselves; there is indeed no right or wrong in this."

"Unfortunately, this is a world of humans..."

Having said that, Qingfeng gently raised his hand.

The Haotian Mirror hung in mid-air, and in an instant transformed into a huge halo that blotted out the sky.

The magnificent divine light of the heavens poured down.

The weaker ghosts in the ghost city didn't even have time to utter a wail before they were annihilated.

Even the buildings in the ghost city turned to ashes inch by inch under the divine light of Haotian.

Some highly skilled ghosts fought with all their might, but could only watch helplessly as their ghostly forms dissipated little by little under the divine radiance of the heavens.

Two of the ghostly soldiers stared blankly at the sky, their minds blank as they watched Qingfeng's figure descend like a god.

The two ghosts exchanged a glance, then said in unison:

"Who told you to bring him here..."

Before they could determine who was right and who was wrong, both ghostly soldiers vanished into thin air under the divine radiance of the heavens.

This catastrophe, which could be described as the end of the world for the ghosts, lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. In order to leave no one behind, Qingfeng used the Haotian Mirror to scan the entire island of the underworld several times.

They only stopped when the entire island had been razed to the ground.

The primordial spirit swept across the entire island, and apart from the people in the prison, there were no other living beings that could move.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, more than 100,000 ghosts were wiped out in a single day.

The Yin energy on the entire Yinming Island was completely purified under the divine radiance of Haotian, and the mist that had shrouded the island year-round began to dissipate rapidly.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the sky above Yinming Island was filled with blue skies, white clouds, and bright sunshine.

After putting away the Haotian Mirror, Qingfeng went to the prison and used his mind to control the people, guiding them out of the prison.

Looking at these people with incomplete souls, Qingfeng felt somewhat helpless.

Fortunately, a few of them could still be saved. With the help of talismans and pills, they finally survived the crisis and regained their senses.

Qingfeng used his magical powers to create rice, flour, cooking oil, and other necessities, and built houses for them to live in.

In the eyes of these dozen or so people who had regained their senses, Qingfeng was no different from a god descending from the sky, rescuing them from their dire straits.

Qingfeng didn't completely ignore the others, but instead had these dozen or so people take care of them until they died, and then bury them on the island.

They naturally dared not disobey Qingfeng's orders.

In this way, the survivors can be considered settled.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Finally free, Qingfeng once again came to the blood pool inside the palace of bones.

The main body of the White Bone Palace had long since turned to ashes under the divine radiance of the Haotian Mirror.

But the altar beneath the blood pool remained intact.

"Since we're traveling anyway, why not go down and take a look..."

Qingfeng muttered to himself.

He then leaped down and landed on the altar. Qingfeng immediately sensed a strange spatial fluctuation.

However, it seems that some kind of secret method or medium is needed to activate the altar and teleport him out.

But it doesn't matter, it's just spatial power. He possesses the Haotian Mirror, a supreme treasure, so he can go anywhere.

The divine radiance of Haotian appeared, immediately detecting the spatial fluctuations on the altar.

With a thought, Qingfeng's figure began to distort and blur, then vanished in a flash of light.

Where did Qingfeng go? And what kind of predicament will he encounter?

To be continued...