518: Chapter 527: The Heavenly and Earthly Chessboard, The Ga Begins (Part 2) 518: Chapter 527: The Heavenly and Earthly Chessboard, The Ga Begins (Part 2) On this day, the Dou Niu Palace was sealed off, impenetrable to anyone.
Nevertheless, from within the palace emanated extrely terrifying fluctuations, accompanied by the muffled sounds of over a dozen groans and cries of pain, causing the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who occasionally passed by to stop in astonishnt and wonder what was happening inside.
Boom!
The Dou Niu Palace shook violently as exceedingly horrific scenes unfolded within.
A portal to the Underworld was opening, and the chubby Immortal’s body shattered into that of a Ghost Cultivator, his aura of Yin Qi steaming out all around him.
He solemnly made three deep bows to Ye Xuan, then without further hesitation, stepped into the portal leading to the Underworld.
Hum!
The portal to the Demon World was opening, exuding an intense scent of blood, from which the terrifying roars of demons could be heard.
Gu Beichen, who had lost his Immortal Light, was now steaming with Demonic Qi, even his eyes turned blood-red.
Before departing, he deeply bowed to Ye Xuan and, holding a blood-colored long knife in his hand, he stepped into the Demon World portal.
“Oh, dear!”
A juvenile White Fox, no bigger than the size of a palm, with fur as white as snow, blinked its spirited eyes as it communicated sothing to Ye Xuan.
Clearly, this was Xue Ji, whose cultivation had been stripped away, reverted to her youthful White Fox form.
“Xue Ji, you have a long and arduous journey ahead of you.
Uncle-Master does not expect you to beco a disciple of Nuwa; it will be enough if you can just enter Nuwa Palace and follow by her side,” Ye Xuan said, heaving a sigh.
At a wave of his hand, he tore open the portal to the Earth Immortal Realm, a beam of Immortal Light lifting up the White Fox’s juvenile body, sending it swiftly toward the Qingqiu Fox Clan in the Lower Realm.
One by one, portals opened, and the people of the Netherworld each bid farewell to Ye Xuan.
Every one of them had their own path of trials, but each individual’s path and mission were different.
Perhaps this parting from Ye Xuan might be the last, for even he could not say how many would survive their endeavors.
After all, the paths they were taking were extrely perilous, and should their true identities be discovered, their ends would likely be both death and the obliteration of their paths.
Of course, Ye Xuan was not unprepared; he planted a mark of the Primordial Spirit Void on each person.
Unless a Saint scrutinized them, no one should be able to uncover their true identities.
Moreover, people like Chubby and the others were not from the Three Realms to begin with.
Apart from appearing once in the Heavenly Court with him, no one in the vast Three Realms even knew who they were.
Still, just to be safe, Ye Xuan had made thorough preparations.
In addition to planting the secret marks of the Primordial Spirit Void, he had bestowed upon each of them the supre Cultivation Techniques they would need.
Of these individuals, only Xue Ji had neither been imprinted with the Primordial Spirit Void nor been taught any Cultivation Techniques, for she was to enter Nuwa Palace.
With Nuwa’s Dharma Eye peerless, if Ye Xuan were to do so, it would have been a futile attempt to pull the wool over her eyes, for surely nothing could escape the scrutiny of Saint Nuwa’s Dharma Eye.
As portals closed one after another, the Immortal Light around Ye Xuan also dissipated, and the entire Dou Niu Palace fell into silence.
Yet Ye Xuan’s eyes remained as deep as ancient pools, a hint of eerie color fleetingly crossing the depths of his gaze.
“Laying out the Three Realms, stirring up turmoil, I believe you all will complete your own paths of trials,” Ye Xuan murmured ominously, a smile tracing the corners of his mouth, his true intentions known to none.
…
Yama’s Underworld.
The waters of the Nine Nether Yellow Spring flowed, and the cries and howls of the lost souls resonated.
It was a gloomy sky, with no alternation of sun and moon, devoid of stars.
All that existed was barren desolation and the surging gloom of Yin Light.
The vast city gate, splattered with bloodstains, under a sky of murky yellow, bore three dripping characters etched upon it.
Ghost Gate!
Legend had it that beyond the Ghost Gate lay the Fengdu Ghost City, ho to countless Ghost Cultivators, and in the Central Royal Court was a supre figure known as Emperor Fengdu, the strongest of the Five Ghost Emperors.
Endless ghosts, Ghost Immortals streaming from all directions in the void, and even Oxhead and Horseface leading lost souls towards the Ghost Gate.
There were also Black and White Impermanence whipping wicked ghosts as they bellowed loudly.
The plump Yellow was enveloped in a fog of ghosts, his Ghost Immortal light faintly oscillating.
He looked up at the three big characters of the Ghost Gate, no longer hesitated, and strode into the Ghost Gate.
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Demon World.
In the dark sky, devoid of any light, only the howling of demon beasts and evil spirits could be heard, while the stench of blood from all directions filled the air and countless pale and withered skeletons scattered across the boundless land.
Gu Beichen was steaming with Demon Light, his eyes red as blood, holding a blood-colored long knife in his hand.
With each swing of his blade, an untold number of evil spirits and demon beasts t their grueso end, allowing him to devour their blood essence and continuously consolidate his Cultivation.
The demon creatures were endless, killing pervaded Heaven and Earth.
Although Gu Beichen had beco a Demon Immortal, his Cultivation was only at the Heavenly Immortal Level, which made it extrely difficult for him to move through the Demon World.
Yet, his gaze remained resolute as he headed towards the center of the Demon World, believing that the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou must be there.
…
Earth Immortal Realm, Qingqiu Fox Clan Ancestral Land.
Amidst the singing of birds and fragrant flowers, a myriad of beautiful won played amidst the blossoms, which showered down in a floral rain, making this utopia even more enchantingly perfect.
“Ah!
Ah!
Ah!”
A young White Fox struggled alone in the center of the sea of flowers, its white fur full of thorns, with fine lines of blood appearing on its small body, which was pitiful at first sight.
“Look over here, sisters.”
When the White Fox cub entered the sight of a lady, she exclaid in surprise, prompting the other won of the Qingqiu Fox Clan to quickly approach the White Fox.
“Who does this child belong to?
Why was it so pitifully abandoned here?” asked a woman with exquisite makeup, her face showing pity as she hurried to embrace the White Fox in her arms.
“Sister, this child is wounded by the thorns.
We should quickly take him back to the clan for treatnt,” a young girl said anxiously, and the other won quickly agreed.
The won were no longer in the mood for frolicking, carrying the White Fox, who was transford by Xue Ji, back to the Ancestral Land.
Little did they know, the White Fox in their arms glanced at the Heavenly Vault, as if peering through the Thirty-Three Heavens to lock eyes with soone.
…
Ming Yi, Ming Er…
Ming Thirteen.
All thirteen mbers of the Netherworld appeared among various forces.
So entered monasteries, so hunted Demons and dispelled ghosts, while others knelt without rising, as this was their trial, and they were to complete the tasks Ye Xuan had given them.
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In the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, inside the Dou Niu Palace!
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, with the light of stars raining down upon him, his body entwined with strands of mist, exuding an air of mystery.
Looking upwards to Qingming, downwards to Jiuyou, Ye Xuan’s Dharma Eyes pierced through the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, calmly observing the experiences of each individual, until the mist in his eyes dissipated and he returned to tranquility.
“Throughout the ages, in the grand ga of Heaven and Earth, whether it be Primordial Spirits or Saints, no one can control my fate, Ye Xuan.
The grand ga of Heaven and Earth is just beginning.
Who is rely a pawn and who is the chess player is yet to be seen.”
Ye Xuan’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, the corners of his mouth curving with an ominous and peculiar hue, and with the opening and closing of his eyes, a trail of mist silently passed by.
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