Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 893 - 327: When Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore, Ks

Jing Qiu’s pupils contracted sharply, disregarding the current surroundings, his spirit maneuvered the Holy Embryo, constantly "ascending" with the essence of [Omnipresent], finally seeing a portion of the other’s full appearance.

"Swallowing Realm Snake?!" Jing Qiu exclaid in shock.

Before him appeared a long snake exuding an ancient and decayed aura, seemingly long dead, and the part of the body he could see stretched hundreds of thousands of miles, spanning the cosmic starry sky!

Every scale of the snake was enough to transform into a continental plate, seemingly containing an independent universe, yet emanating the aura of deathly decay and even cessation.

Like splashes of water in the Ti River, Jing Qiu saw a scene from the past amid the splashing water—

In the star river, a colossal giant snake raised its head, its snake eyes a sinister green, countless mottled snake scales stood upright as it exhaled, releasing black storms that instantly extinguished thousands of stars ahead, snuffing out countless Constant Stars...

At this mont, Jing Qiu finally knew the source of the yin wind from [Divine Wind Evil Domain]!

"This is the Nine Netherworld Snake!"

In Jing Qiu’s spirit ca Hel’s warning,

"Along with your Swallowing Realm Snake, it belongs to the Void Lineage, one of the earliest-born Void Giant Beasts, having long reached the racial pinnacle. In those years, it was renowned in the Nether Ruins Lineage, unexpectedly its corpse is buried here after death..."

Jing Qiu exhaled softly, looking again, the prior image had vanished, leaving only a cold snake corpse curled in the starry sky.

At this mont, where was any barren earth plain, all was yin soil derived from this snake’s body.

Jing Qiu paused in silence, asking, "Are you sure it is truly dead? Just saying, if even Thousand Skill can live..."

Hel murmured lowly, "Back then, it was killed by [Yan]. Given Yan’s thods, if this guy managed to leave a corpse, it was only due to the Netherworld Lord’s tily intervention."

"Death Demon... the path of demise concerning Karma and ti layers?"

Jing Qiu’s gaze continued to sweep, finding a sitting figure atop the ancient snake body, enshrouded in a black robe, indistinct.

Is this the real one?

He proactively said, "This is Jing Qiu, how may I address you, Taoist Friend?"

"...You Jiu." From under the black robe, the figure extended a hand, pressing it upon the snake body below, the voice still cold, "Is the Wind Disaster over?"

Jing Qiu nodded slightly, having to thank the other’s additional "fire," the Wind Disaster had dissipated, replaced by post-disaster Newborn.

Three disasters arise, followed by three Newborns, only then can the foundation of creation be set.

He had firmly stood on the steps of the Small Heavenly Position, and having long comprehended [I Am ], to him, the threshold of Middle Heavenly Position, the second level of Unity of Heaven and Man, posed no obstruction.

"Three thousand tribulations ago, your World Venerable Lineage promised to assist in opening the yin soil for our Nether Ruins Lineage, yet until today, you chose to appear."

"Let see if your World Venerable Lineage is qualified to fulfill the ancient promise."

From beneath the black robe, the figure extended a hand as white as jade, gently pressing it upon the snake body below, the voice faintly reverberating.

In the heavens and earth, faint sounds of sea tides arose.

Jing Qiu’s face twitched slightly, about to call out to stop, to ask if there was so mistake.

A tribulation is ten thousand and eight hundred years, three thousand tribulations are...?

Their Federation’s rise until now has only been a period of one tribulation!

But Hel’s distracted murmur had him shocked and uncertain.

"Ti River... Mu Shitian back then, could it have been reverse flowing, arranging a course through eternity, traversing ten thousand tribulations?"

Jing Qiu’s heart trembled, what did Master Mu promise back then?

As the sound of sea tides resounded increasingly sharp in the heavens and earth, Jing Qiu looked on, his expression changed slightly.

Seen were countless mindless ghosts rushing forth, not highly skilled but innurable at a glance.

Especially that distant pitch-black mountain peak, like exhausting distant heavens and reaching Yellow Spring, countless fierce spirits surged like sea tides toward this place, Jing Qiu watched with a solemn expression.

As the closest ghosts were about to engulf the place he stood.

Jing Qiu grasped Green Master from the Void, Infinite Light flooded into the long blade, empowering the blade body, at this mont Green Master seed excessively heavy, containing the infinite, the weight bending the Void.

This strike was without reservation, not aid at extinguishing but filled with purification intent, a single slash as if a Great Sun rose into the sky, hung above the Netherworld, illuminating all directions as if daylight!

Countless ghosts were unable to hide under the illumination, their concealed Five Poisons and Eight Sufferings dissipated, their expressions gradually blank, ceasing their mindless charges, gradually returning to tranquility.

But as the army of ghosts continued to surge, vast and mighty, the previously relieved spirits were involuntarily pushed.

Jing Qiu’s brow furrowed, how to resolve such an endless tide of Yin Souls?

What worried him most was as numbers of Yin Souls gradually intensified, a terrifying existence faintly erged in the heavens and earth.

Unlike Heavenly Will of the Great Universe, he couldn’t describe even one ten-thousandth within, resembling the assembly of millions upon millions of ghosts.

At this mont, ghosts engulfed the heavens and earth, with no sun, no moon, no wind, no clouds, only endless ghosts in the world.

"Is yin soil the reincarnation land that the Nether Ruins Lineage desires to establish?" Jing Qiu suddenly asked.

"Correct. These are... forr citizens of the Netherworld Soil Lineage."

Hel murmured softly,

"In those years, the Netherworld Lord wished to disregard the hindrance from the other four lineages and forcibly establish the yin soil, but was ultimately thwarted by Bitter Sea, failed imnsely, countless Divine Country citizens fell and all transford into ghosts..."

"They are exactly what you see before you."

"They are nearly undying and immortal, only transcendence through purification, but to purify all the ghosts here containing the Eight Sufferings, even the Netherworld Lord would fall from the Divine Throne, completely sink into the Bitter Sea, never to transcend through eternity."