Chapter 97

At the entrance to the Lesser Netherworld Realm, the gate formed by countless ghost faces slowly closed.

Wan Xieguwang waved his hand at the disciples and vassals of the lesser forces, roaring impatiently, "Scram, go do what you should do! I will guard here personally. When someone comes out, I will naturally inform you all! All of you, scram, don't be an eyesore here!"

For a moment, the wind was filled with a chill, and ghostly fog spread across the sky. The tens of thousands of evil path ghost cultivators present quickly dispersed, and no one dared to stay.

A cold laugh came from the chill wind. Yin Huangwu, wearing a large red cloak and surrounded by a layer of blood mist, walked out from a dense cloud of darkness, accompanied by several of the most powerful and senior blood demon princes.

Her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a fierce blood light, Yin Huangwu coldly shouted, "Those who dared to have thoughts about my good son just now, don't kill them yet, it would be a waste of resources! Lock them all up, and when Xuege comes out of this place, use their heart's fresh blood as a tonic."

Wan Xieguwang smacked his lips and nodded indifferently, "As the Blood Emperor wishes, throw them into the Evil Ghost Prison."

He laughed strangely a few times and shook his head, "Blood Emperor, your Highness has a rather poor temper. Here, I have gathered countless ghosts and spirits, and he actually summoned the Arhat relics here. If I hadn't reacted quickly, the Ghost Mansion of Mang Mountain would have been destroyed."

Yin Huangwu snorted and lightly waved her hand, "If they hadn't provoked Xuege, how would these things have happened? Enough talk, the Lesser Netherworld Realm has already opened. Those people should be coming, right? Wan Xieguwang forcibly opened the Lesser Netherworld Realm, suffering a great loss of vitality, and his strength is now less than three-tenths of his peak. This news should have been spread, right?"

Two ghostly flames flickered in his eyes, and Wan Xieguwang laughed strangely. He clenched his fists tightly, and ghostly flames flickered between his fingers, a surging ghostly aura rising into the sky. At this moment, Wan Xieguwang was surrounded by abundant ghostly aura, and he looked far from being in a state of great loss of vitality.

"Thank you, Prince Xuege, for creating such a good excuse for us! Hehe, to prevent Prince Xuege from causing more destruction to the Ghost Mansion of Mang Mountain, I was forced to forcibly open the Lesser Netherworld Realm, thus suffering a great loss of vitality!" Wan Xieguwang's voice was filled with intense resentment and ferocity, "These traitors, they actually colluded with the righteous path disciples and betrayed me!"

He stomped his foot hard and sneered, "They should think about it. Even if they sell me and the Evil Bone Path, they are still ghost cultivators! The righteous path disciples will never accept them! A bunch of fools, utterly foolish. Hmph, after I kill the righteous path disciples who come this time, we'll see how they explain it!"

Yin Huangwu snorted and raised her head, a fierce blood light flashing in her eyes.

"Enough talk, first arrange the manpower. This time, I brought thirty-two Wolf King-level strongers from the four major werewolf royal families and sixty-four Prince-level strongers from the thirteen ancient lineage royal families. That's ninety-six Golden Core realm strongers. No matter how many Eastern righteous path cultivators come, they will have no way out!" Yin Huangwu sneered, "Not only have they been ambushing our subordinates who collect materials, but they even want to attack directly and destroy the Ghost Mansion of Mang Mountain? This is them courting death."

A 'chi chi' sinister laugh came from the darkness, and Princess Jiuyin, twisting her waist, appeared with a charming smile.

"Isn't that right? The more than two hundred teams we sent to collect materials for the forging of the Floating Light Starboat, more than half have been attacked. Before the 'Great Opposition of Mars' arrives, before the distance between Mars and our residence reaches its closest point, these righteous path disciples will never let us collect all the materials needed for the Floating Light Starboat."

She laughed proudly and said with a cold, narrowed gaze, "Unfortunately, unfortunately, truly unfortunate, they don't know that we already have a ready-made Floating Light Starboat, and we don't need to collect those materials at all! Everything we did was just to麻痹 these righteous path disciples and take the opportunity to eliminate their experts."

A black coffin gently landed on the ground, and the hoarse voice of Old Lady Sàng quietly sounded.

"Alright, after so much preparation, it's time for some bloodshed. The more righteous path cultivators we kill here, the less resistance we will face in the Mars Dojo. The beauty of it is, on the way back, Bone King and Prince Xuege destroyed most of the foundation of the old monk Muyu, how could these righteous path disciples accept such a loss? They will definitely seek revenge, and we will make them bleed to death."

The wind was filled with a chill, ghostly fog entwined, blood flames rose, and poisonous gas spread. Thousands of gray-white zombie figures appeared and disappeared in the wind, fog, flames, and gas. Led by Yin Huangwu, the evil path giants gathered here, and the sinister aura made the entire Ghost Mansion of Mang Mountain tremble.

Even Yin Xuege didn't expect that his mother would bring a large number of Western cultivation world experts and follow him all the way to the East.

Inside the Lesser Netherworld Realm, Yin Xuege carefully flapped his innate bat wings and flew forward. He didn't dare to fly too fast, nor did he dare to cross the mountains and rivers, but instead followed the boundary between the mountains and water, flying along the naturally formed river valley.

This is the Lesser Netherworld Realm, the dojo of the ancient ghost path Golden Immortals. Anything can happen here, and Yin Xuege didn't want any accidents. Wu Mu and the Three Corpses were not by his side, as they were over thirty-six years old and could not step into the Lesser Netherworld Realm at all. Yin Xuege could only rely on his own strength to seek opportunities in the Lesser Netherworld Realm.

After flying for half a day, he circled around the base of a towering mountain, and a faint green light shone ahead. Yin Xuege saw a mountain hollow at the foot of the mountain, where a place of condensed yin energy was located, and an eighteen-story black stone tower stood there, with green ghost flames and phosphorescence constantly emanating from it.

The black stone tower had an ancient and heavy design, a simple square tower. However, the surface of the tower was carved with countless twisted and strange patterns, decorated with large amounts of dark clouds, fierce flames, lava rivers, and mountains of knives and seas of blood. In these decorative patterns, countless gods and demons were arrayed in battle against countless fierce ghosts, and gods and demons fell like rain, constantly falling from the dark clouds and fierce flames onto the lava rivers and mountains of knives and seas of blood.

This seemed to be a scene from an ancient great battle, but there were countless great battles between gods and demons in ancient times, and no one knew exactly when this great battle recorded on the tower took place, or who the combatants were.

In any case, the gods and demons and fierce ghosts in these patterns were extremely rare. For example, those fierce ghosts that resembled yakshas but had wings on their backs and small bone wings on their ankles, making them particularly agile and nimble, were a type of fierce ghost that Yin Xuege had never heard of, and were not recorded in the *Record of Ten Thousand Spirits of the Netherworld*.

Yin Xuege carefully flew closer to the tower. According to the scriptures of the Evil Bone Path, every building in the Lesser Netherworld Realm had great value. Moreover, these buildings did not always appear when the realm was opened. For example, a tower might not appear for tens of thousands of openings, but during a certain opening of the Lesser Netherworld Realm, a person with good fortune might enter and suddenly find the tower.

Each time the Lesser Netherworld Realm opened, the buildings and relics that appeared were different from the previous time.

Each time someone entered the Lesser Netherworld Realm, the disciples of the Evil Bone Path might make unprecedented discoveries.

Because of this, the risks and restrictions encountered by each person entering the Lesser Netherworld Realm were different from those of their predecessors. Whether they lived or died, whether they encountered great opportunities or great risks, all depended on their luck.

As Yin Xuege flew closer to the tower, the sound of flying swords came. He focused his gaze and saw two young men, both in their early twenties, flying rapidly one after the other, using their flying swords to attack each other, rushing towards the entrance of the tower.

"Li Wuang, I found this treasure tower first, you can't expect any advantage!"

"Hua Tianyang, stop talking nonsense. Treasure goes to the virtuous. Who gets the treasure depends on their luck! Your Hua family has had thin luck for the past three hundred years, not even a Golden Core ancestor has appeared, and your ranking among the vassal sects of the Evil Bone Path has fallen to a third-rate level. Do you still have the nerve to compete with me? Are you not afraid of the retribution from my Li family?"

Yin Xuege's innate bat wings flickered, and a gust of evil wind swept him to the front of the tower. He stood on the nine steps in front of the tower and bowed to the two young cultivators, who were still a hundred feet away.

"Senior Brothers, this is Yin Xuege, greetings! I found this tower first, so you can't expect any advantage! As for the treasure going to the virtuous, I, Yin Xuege, am undoubtedly the virtuous one. You should turn around and go where you need to!"

The Blood Spirit Sword transformed into a stream of blood light circling around him, and Yin Xuege said coldly, "Do you two still want to compete with me?"

Li Wuang and Hua Tianyang simultaneously pressed their sword lights and stared at Yin Xuege, speechless. They both remembered the unlucky souls who were killed by Wan Xieguwang at the entrance to the Lesser Netherworld Realm, and who dragged their families down with them. They exchanged a glance, said nothing, and bowed to Yin Xuege, then turned and left.

They rode their flying swords at the fastest speed for a hundred feet, then split up, each heading in a different direction at the fastest speed.

Yin Xuege watched the two leave, and once they were far enough away, he turned to carefully examine the eighteen-story black stone tower.

The tower door was made of the same black stone as the tower, emitting a faint chill. On the door, two fierce ghost king statues were carved, their eyes emitting green ghost flames, making Yin Xuege's entire body turn green.

Above the tower door, a black stone plaque clearly bore a large Netherworld script character—Prison!

To enter the Lesser Netherworld Realm, Yin Xuege had studied the Netherworld script commonly used by ghost path cultivators on his way to the Eastern cultivation world. There were only about eight thousand commonly used