After pleting everything, Xue An lowered his head and looked at the orb of light in his hand, formed by condensed Divine Souls. He sighed lightly, "For now, I don’t have a place to settle you. Forget it, I’ll store you away for now!"
With that, Xue An casually pressed his palm, storing the orb within the Divine Sense located at the center of his brow. Then, he looked off into the distance and spoke indifferently, "Destined Ghost Monarch?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "To cleanse the Ghost Realm and intimidate the ghostly hordes, I’ll start with you!"
Upon saying this, Xue An soared into the sky, transforming into radiant light that enveloped most of the heavens, rushing toward the horizon.
Wherever this radiance passed, malevolence dissolved like ice under the sun.
"Ahhh! What is this thing?"
Countless ghosts screamed in agony, yet they couldn’t endure even a single breath before they turned to ashes and dispersed like smoke.
For the first time, the countless towns standing on this land glimpsed dawn. The Human Clan, long oppressed to the point of numbness by the ghostly entities, raised their heads in astonishment, staring dazedly at the thousand-mile rainbow-like brilliance trailing across the sky.
When they heard the agonized cries of the ghostly oppressors who had long lorded over them, traces of light began to emerge on their faces.
Eventually, without anyone knowing who started it, countless members of the Human Clan knelt down, performing fervent worship toward the radiance in the sky.
Some even muttered prayers, their faces already soaked with tears.
At this moment of annihilation for the myriad ghosts, beneath an ancient tree by the roadside, Jin Jue held a shriveled persimmon in his hand, gazing skyward at Xue An as he traversed the heavens. A trace of sorrow emerged in his clear eyes.
But in the end, he brought his palms together, respectfully bowed deeply toward the sky, then sighed lightly before striding away.
Finally, within the territory under the rule of the Phantom Ghost King—a range spanning several hundred thousand miles—the ghosts were pletely eradicated!
After acplishing all this, Xue An stood at the edge of the territory, watching the Human Clan on the ground as they wept tears of joy and embraced one another in celebration. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
Slaughter was never the best way to solve problems, but it was certainly the most effective.
Xue An deeply respected Jin Jue for his efforts to redeem the ghostly entities, but that respect was merely that—a form of acknowledgment and nothing more.
To Xue An, the principle of "an eye for an eye, blood for blood" was the most unshakable truth within the Multiverse.
At this moment.
The Phantom Ghost Abyss was now filled with fresh air, but beyond the boundary where Xue An stood, the atmosphere remained heavy with ghostly energy and pervasive malevolence.
The stark contrast at the boundary formed an intensely striking scene.
Xue An was just about to continue advancing in his campaign of suppression.
Suddenly, a subtle tremor originated from a nearby dimension, causing Xue An to pause momentarily, a sharp gleam flashing across his eyes.
"Interesting. Since you’ve e, it saves me the trouble! Let’s see what tricks your so-called birthday celebration might have!"
With that, Xue An casually formed a Curse Mark with his hand and flung it backward.
Boom!
The Curse Mark swelled violently in the wind, instantly sealing up all the anomalies within the Phantom Ghost Abyss.
Immediately after, Xue An’s figure flickered and vanished into the void.
As soon as he departed, several powerful Divine Senses descended upon the area.
"Strange, wasn’t there clearly a disturbance in the Phantom Ghost Abyss just now? Why has it suddenly disappeared?" one Divine Sense asked in puzzlement.
"Hmph, it must be that Phantom fellow playing tricks. He’s probably trying to lure us into a trap!" another Divine Sense snorted coldly.
"Indeed. No matter what, we can’t fall for Phantom’s schemes. Judging by the current state, his ghostly domain is probably riddled with traps!" a third Divine Sense chimed in.
"Do you really take us for fools? Let’s go!"
Saying this, the Divine Senses immediately dispersed without investigating further.
That’s right!
These Divine Senses belonged to Ghost Kings from the territories closest to the Phantom Ghost Abyss. Having noticed the recent anomalies, they sent a wisp of their consciousness to check what was going on.
But Xue An’s illusionary trap was far beyond their capacity to discern. Although taking a single step closer would have revealed the truth within, none of the Ghost Kings dared to make that move.
This wasn’t a matter of cowardice—it was the result of profound distrust born from constant scheming and betrayal within the Ghost Clan.
Upon witnessing the anomalies in Phantom’s domain, these figures naturally refused to risk themselves.
Xue An understood this perfectly, which is why he merely laid down a simple illusionary trap.
Although this "Destined Dimension" was merely a relatively inconspicuous region on the edge of the Ghost Realm, its territory was vast and sprawling.
At the very center of its sprawling lands—expanding over billions of miles—stood a colossal black mountain soaring tens of thousands of miles high, its peak penetrating into unfathomable voids within the skies.
From the midpoint of this black mountain extended numerous black beams of light, each roughly a mile thick. These beams crisscrossed the sky, traversing the boundless void and disappearing into the unknown.
Although the beams appeared thick and enormous, viewed from a distance, they seemed but thin as wires.
Thus, this black mountain became known as... Iron Net Mountain!
However, this mountain was not the true Iron Net Mountain, merely one part of its entirety.
In fact, similar black mountains stood towering across all edge dimensions of the Ghost Realm, interconnected by countless black lights to enclose the entire Ghost Realm, forming a terrifying boundary barrier.
This was the infamous Iron Net Mountain, renowned across the Multiverse.
Though this sight wasn’t new to her, when the black mountain consumed her entire field of view as it emerged on the horizon...
Wen Lingcui, the Dao Master of White Bone Path, couldn’t help but feel her scalp crawl, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her young disciple, Song Jingyue, couldn’t suppress her astonishment and cried out.
"Wow, such a massive mountain!"
Their exclamation was heartfelt and utterly genuine.
In truth, no one who saw the Iron Net Mountain for the first time could resist a cry of amazement.
Although Leng Boceng was equally astounded, his gaze fell upon his junior sister’s charming expression. Struggling against the awe in his heart, he forced a nonchalant smile.
"Junior Sister, this is the Iron Net Mountain, famous throughout the Multiverse! Rumor has it that Iron Net Mountain is the creation of an unparalleled supreme being!"
"What?" Song Jingyue’s mouth opened even wider.
She had initially thought the Iron Net Mountain was a naturally formed marvel, but now she realized it was crafted by a supreme cultivator.
Seeing the astonishment on his junior sister’s face, Leng Boceng grew even more smug, unable to resist continuing with a smile, "Not only here—every dimension bordering the Ghost Realm has one. Together, the Iron Net Barrier can block any Immortal King-level beings and higher!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jingyue turned to Wen Lingcui in disbelief. "Master... is what Senior Brother said true?"
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