Or perhaps give it a try, try what?
Is it to test Hua Changdeng’s strength, or is it that at such a level, one can verify the "mysteries" of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor?
No matter which developnt direction, the thought is terrifying.
After all, Bazhun’an has charged up to this level, it can’t just be all thunder and no rain — he’s even swallowed up the Triple Thunder Calamity!
The five regions did not have much ti to think, the preachers of various families had only just begun their explanations.
The two in the arena remained motionless at first, but once they moved, it was like an unstoppable tidal wave.
In Hua Changdeng’s hand, the Ghost Hunter Yoo followed closely behind Bazhun’an, stepping forward resolutely, speaking with words like pearls:
"This decree: Yin Cao."
This voice was initially calm and without emotion.
Like a judge sentencing death, casually throwing the execution order to the person before him.
The Ghost Buddha Realm trembled because of it.
The void turned dark, the earth cracked, as if sothing was about to be summoned, and it held an extrely high position!
"Coo coo."
At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, Black Chicken called out anxiously.
Yu Zhiwen’s slender body trembled, holding Xu Xiaoshou’s chicken even tighter, "Divine palace? What divine palace?"
Beside her, Yue Gongnu was also just guessing before, but upon hearing, her face turned as white as paper, mumbling in a daze:
"Ghost Ancestor’s Court, Yin Cao..."
Yu Zhiwen and Li Fuyu turned their heads to look over.
Yue Gongnu stared intently at that distant figure in the sky, one that had haunted her dreams night after night, her eyes filled with worry:
"Bounded domain, holy realm, divine palace, each step is a qualitative change."
"Hua Changdeng controls the Ghost Ancestor’s Court, and it’s not just a phantom or residual power, but a complete, perfect Ancestor’s Divine Court!"
"Yin Cao, the counterpart to the secular world, also known in common parlance as the ’afterlife’, a ’world’ where the Spirit Dao Disc reigns supre, where the body and soul realms overlap."
It’s a bit of a mouthful.
Yu and Li, the two won, could not imdiately react.
Yue Gongnu took a deep breath, her voice slightly quivering: "You can see it as another Shengshen Continent, except there are only soul bodies there, respecting solely the Spirit Dao Disc, where status differences are pronounced!"
No ti to think further, a feeling of weightlessness hit.
The rest of Shengshen Continent felt nothing, yet anyone with clear sight could see clearly that Hua Changdeng had drawn back his hand.
But even so, this place in the Ghost Buddha Realm, remodeled by the Ancient War God Platform’s Super Taoism Law, even if it was suitable for the summoning of the divine palace, it seed to struggle under the compressed divine power...
Suddenly cracked!
Suddenly collapsed!
"Boom——"
A thunderous sound exploded at the ears.
Along with it, everything in reality shattered like glass panels, including drifting snow, the mulberry grove, even human physiques...
"Ah!"
Screams echoed through the Ghost Buddha Realm.
Everyone distinctly felt they were still standing on the ground, yet their physiques disintegrated, an intense sense of weightlessness overtaking them, as if they were falling into the Nine Sereneties.
"No..."
In Red Mistress’s hand, the golden beads had turned illusory, becoming a substitute for "spirits" — in actuality, the physical forms of everything in reality had not completely disappeared, only that in Yin Cao, perception was not based on the "body" perspective but rather the "spirit" perspective, and those not adept in the Spirit Dao Disc naturally sensed the loss of their physical forms.
Red Mistress was not skilled in this path, her legs went weak and trembled, even her voice beca shaky:
"Buddies, Red Mistress seems to have truly arrived at... the afterlife?"
"Am I now preaching in the, the afterlife?"
The changes of everything, the transformation between Yin and Yang.
Anyone within the Ghost Buddha Realm could distinctly feel the loss of their physical body, the soul plunged into darkness.
Dark!
Pure darkness!
The dead silent environnt, fear of the unknown made everyone suppress even their heavy breathing — not daring to speak loudly, fearing to startle the underworld dwellers.
"Whew."
Soon, in this darkness where you couldn’t see your hand before your face, a ghostly blue will-o-wisp lit up in the distance, drawing everyone’s gaze.
Whether it was the Spiritual Cultivators near Lingyu Mountain or Fusang City.
Even those in other places in the Ghost Buddha Realm, all the way to those audiences outside the divine palace in the five regions.
All eyes from all directions were now focused on the sa point, fixated on the sa will-o-wisp.
"Thump thump..."
"Thump thump..."
The sound of a heartbeat, one after another.
This was sothing that couldn’t be suppressed, becoming increasingly fast and unbearably piercing!
Whew.
The will-o-wisp flickered again.
In that instant, it’s as if the very concepts of space and ti disappeared, as if everyone was relocated onto a massive circular platform.
In a daze, looking towards the flickering will-o-wisp as the center, the dense shadows on the other side of the platform seed like a crowd of ghosts — faces squeezed against faces, distorted, all incredibly pale.
"A ghost!"
Soone couldn’t withstand the fear and cried out.
And in losing control of oneself in the darkness, subconsciously stepping back, stepping on sothing...
Dead silence.
Stepping forward again to escape, hitting sothing else...
Stillness.
But even when one stopped moving, the person beside — or was it a fierce ghost? — actually reached out a pale, bony hand, resting it on one’s shoulder...
Very light.
Cool as ice.
The touch was like chilled jelly, but indeed it should be a soul body.
"Ahhh——"
Piercing screams, resonating in this whole piece of darkness.
And as the horrified cries rose, adding fuel to the fire, the will-o-wisp suddenly jumped up, growing to about a yard large.
It illuminated more.
It revealed a fat, pale ghost face!
"Hiss..."
"Human... flesh... delicious..."
A bizarre, dripping laughter, the stickiness as if five fingers can hardly spread, mirroring the complex feelings in one’s heart upon seeing the ghost.
The will-o-wisp, unexpectedly, was the eye of a several-zhang-tall single-eyed fierce ghost.
Its large fat face larger than ten millstones stacked together, yet its body was so short, seed suppressed by sothing, squeezing the eyeball’s will-o-wisp prominently out.
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