A Mortal's Journey: Starting as the Young Master of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 48 The Land of Ghostly Vengeance

Han Li, who was in the corner, saw that Wen Tianren and Xuan Gu had already entered. His eyes flashed with a strange light, and he couldn't help but look at Ji Yin and the others.

To everyone's surprise, the extremely sinister old demon also looked at him meaningfully, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, his eyes like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

This startled Han Li, who quickly looked away, feeling even more uneasy.

"It seems that, just as Fellow Daoist Xiao thought, the Extreme Yin will not let me go. This Blood Jade Spider is simply a death warrant."

Han Li regretted coming to the Void Heaven Palace. Feeling frustrated, he simply stood up and forced himself to walk forward.

Seeing Han Li's actions, the Old Demon of Extreme Yin revealed a strange, cold smile.

Seeing that there were hardly any people left in the hall, Qing Yi coughed lightly and said slowly, "Shouldn't we be heading out now? There are hardly any people left."

Ji Yin paused for a moment, then glanced at the few cultivators in the hall. He smiled slightly and replied, "Let's go."

The group of Ji Yin leisurely flew down from the jade pillar and stepped into the teleportation array.

Meanwhile, in a secluded spot within the Void Heaven Palace, Jin Kui and his companion, who had been the first to teleport away, were discussing something.

The black-robed cultivator said respectfully to Jin Kui, "Just as the Grand Elder predicted, Barbarian Beard and Wan Tianming have also arrived."

Elder Jin Kui, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient bell, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Of course, this is a grand spectacle that only happens once every three hundred years. Let's just watch them play their games!"

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As soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array, Wen Tianren found himself in a desolate and silent valley, with no one around. He had been separated from everyone else by the teleportation.

On the desolate land, the sky was as gray as lead, a vast expanse of gray mist that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Gusts of eerie wind blew through the mist, accompanied by faint, ghostly wails and screams, sometimes near, sometimes far, as if countless wronged souls were whispering in one's ear, demanding death.

These grayish-white ghostly mists boiled and churned as if they were alive.

If an ordinary mortal were to be enveloped by this grayish-white mist, their life essence would be drained instantly, turning them into a withered corpse and causing them to die. Their soul would dissipate within it, becoming part of this ghostly mist, thus falling into the ghostly realm with no hope of escape.

Over countless years, countless cultivators from the Chaotic Star Sea who came to challenge the Void Heaven Palace have fallen into its clutches.

This has led to an increasing number of ghosts in the Ghostly Land, which, through continuous devouring, have even produced ghost kings capable of rivaling those in the late Core Formation stage.

If an ordinary cultivator were to encounter this, without any protective measures, they would likely become part of this ghostly mist.

But these ghosts meant nothing to Wen Tianren.

Wen Tianren strolled leisurely, his body faintly radiating golden lightning.

The surging grayish-white mist hissed upon contact with the lightning, then emitted eerie wisps of blue smoke and faintly emitted ghostly wails.

Seeing this, the other ghostly mists dared not approach. They rushed to flee around Wen Tianren, creating a vacuum passage in his path, which all the ghostly mists avoided.

As they ventured deeper, the fog gradually changed color, and the surrounding ghostly fog also changed from its initial grayish-white to a pitch-black color, further suppressing their divine sense here.

Wen Tianren patted the spirit beast pouch, and with a "whoosh," a small, emerald-green monkey-like spirit beast jumped onto his shoulder.

This spirit beast was very small, resembling a monkey in appearance, with a high nose and covered in emerald green fur. It lay on Wen Tianren's shoulder with a sleepy look on its face, appearing extremely docile.

"Tihun, this time you'll have a good meal." Wen Tianren stretched out his finger, which made Tihun squeak happily twice and jump into his palm, its little nose twitching with excitement.

Although this place is a place of ghosts and vengeance, the grayish-white mist just now was filled with low-level ghosts, which were of little help to the weeping soul, even less than the Yin Soul Fruit he usually ate.

As the ghostly mist deepened, the ghosts within also became more powerful.

With Wen Tianren's speed, he quickly searched half of the vicinity. To satisfy Ti Hun's appetite, he stayed there a little longer.

Seeing that they hadn't encountered any high-level ghosts yet, Wen Tianren frowned and said, "Strange, I didn't conceal my aura, so these high-level ghosts should have found me easily. Where did they all go?"

Normally, it would be extremely difficult to find so many ghosts to feed the Crying Soul, so Wen Tianren wanted to find some high-level ghosts here to help the Crying Soul advance.

Just as Wen Tianren was complaining, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Ugh—!!!"

A piercing shriek tore through the sea of ​​mist, penetrating straight to the soul!

"A soul-snatching, ghostly sound!"

This spell is a high-level demon's innate spell. When used against an enemy, it can cause the blood of an opponent with a cultivation level far lower than one's own to flow backward, causing them to dance wildly uncontrollably. It is an extremely insidious and vicious demonic technique!

However, for a cultivator with such powerful spiritual sense as Wen Tianren, this was not enough to have any effect on him.

Before the ghostly sounds had dissipated, a black shadow completely shrouded in black mist appeared ten feet away from Wen Tianren.

The emerald green bead in its mouth seemed to be absorbing the mysterious Yin energy, constantly drawing in the surrounding pitch-black Netherworld energy.

Beside it stood two humanoid ghosts, each as tall as a person and covered in green hair.

Apart from their pointed heads, the fact that each of them held a short, several-foot-long white bone fork, and the fact that they spewed greenish ghost fire, these two monsters were otherwise no different from ordinary green-haired zombies.

"Oni Yasha! Wei Wu!"

Wen Tianren recognized the identities of the two ghosts at a glance.

Oni-yasha is a very rare type of zombie, one of the few ghosts that can move around in broad daylight and roam the world.

The other ghost, named "Wei Wu," constantly spewed out Xuan Yin ghost energy from the bead in its mouth, which also possessed immense power.

All three demons possessed strength comparable to those at the Core Formation stage.

The two demonic yakshas raised their heads and roared angrily as they charged toward Wen Tianren.

Then the two zombies quickly brandished two bone forks, and two emerald green ghost flames, like venomous snakes, rapidly surged from the bone forks.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Wen Tianren.

Gazing at the two emerald green will-o'-the-wisps, the Soul-Crying Beast on its shoulder suddenly twitched its nose, and a beam of yellow light instantly spewed out from its mouth.

No matter how fierce the will-o'-the-wisps were, once they were enveloped by this rosy light, they were absorbed into the stomach like snow meeting boiling water, without leaving a trace.

However, since the Oni Yaksha has a physical body, the young Crying Soul Beast cannot use the Soul Absorption Divine Light to devour it.

On the other side, Wei Wu also spat out a bead, releasing Xuan Yin Ghost Qi. The Xuan Yin Ghost Qi surged in like a tide, chilling to the bone!

"Little one, let me lend you a hand."

Wen Tianren chuckled, and a golden lightning ball appeared in his palm with a crackling sound.

The ball of lightning hissed and crackled, with fine arcs of lightning leaping and radiating outwards, as if a great terror lurked within.

Upon seeing the golden lightning ball, the three-headed demon instinctively became frightened, revealing a look of terror.

"Trying to run now? Too late!"

But before it could react, Wen Tianren flicked his finger into the void, and with a whoosh, a golden lightning ball appeared on the head of the three-headed ghost in an instant.

Suddenly, a golden ball of lightning appeared above the heads of the ghosts, then exploded with a bang, shooting out streaks of golden lightning that struck the ghosts, causing them to let out miserable, ghostly screams of pain.

Then, the golden lightning arcs coalesced, transforming into a golden lightning net that descended from the sky.

In that instant, everything around was bathed in gold.

Upon seeing this, the ghosts all showed expressions of horror and tried to flee.

Before they could do anything, the golden lightning net descended rapidly from above, enveloping the three-headed ghost.

Then the lightning net shrank smaller and smaller, and the lightning arcs continued to strike them, their souls shattered, black smoke billowed out, and they emitted a series of tragic ghostly wails.

Seeing that they were injured, the Soul-Crying Beast sniffed hard, and a beam of orange-yellow soul-absorbing light instantly gushed out from its nose.

Its speed was extremely fast, and it landed on the three-headed ghost in the blink of an eye.

Yellow light surged, and as the Soul Absorption Divine Light was unleashed, the Soul Absorption Divine Light of the Crying Soul Beast increased dramatically.

The ghosts that were electrocuted looked terrified, as if they had witnessed some great horror.

They tried to escape, but the lightning net bound them, and the rosy light followed them like a shadow, making them unable to move.

Their struggles were in vain, and they could only let the sunset bind them tightly.

In an instant.

The sniffing soul suddenly inhaled, and a ray of light rippled out like flowing water, engulfing the ghosts into its belly.

Then, as if it had been filled up, the Soul-Crying Beast let out a hearty burp, stretched, rubbed against Wen Tianren's hand, and then "whoosh" darted back into the spirit beast pouch.

Wen Tianren nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, it seems the energy contained in these ghosts is enough to make Ti Hun advance."

Having achieved his goal, Wen Tianren increased his speed and left the place.