Chapter 787 - Chapter 787: Mount Futu’s Becomes the Past (1)
Chapter 787: Mount Futu’s Becomes the Past (1)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The news spread.
All the Dao sects, demons and ghosts in the world, as well as the River Gods, Dragon Gods, and other gods, all looked at the Daoist temple on the Nameless Mountain. After all, since the founding of Zhao, there had never been a battle between Earth Immortals like this on the surface.
Therefore, be it Daoists, demons, or devils, they were all very excited. So some people were excited, while others were worried.
Changling Temple and Ling Yin Daoist Temple were very worried. They were afraid that Ling Zhen, who had just broken through to the Earth Immortal Realm, would be impulsive and fall into the trap of Mount Futu.
Being embarrassed was a small matter, but losing his life was a big deal.
Although it was not easy for Earth Immortals to die, that was Mount Futu. Who knew what methods they had? Not to mention anything else, if they suppressed Shen Ping in Mount Futu, who would save him?!
They had no choice. The two factions could only seek help from Emei, hoping that Immortal Emei could make another trip to the Nameless Mountain to persuade Shen Ping. But Mount Emei was unmoved. They also cared about their reputation. Last time, they had been rejected when they sent out three Earth Immortals, and they did not want to be treated coldly again.
The Eldest Senior Sister and Immortal Emei would not try to persuade them.
This made the ancestral masters of the two lineages sigh repeatedly. It was not easy for them to have an Earth Immortal who could support their dao sects and resolve the crisis, but in the end, such a thing happened.
While the various factions in the world were paying attention, Shen Ping, who had been cultivating in seclusion, finally walked out of the Nameless Mountain.
“The latest news is that Earth Immortal Ling Zhen has already rushed to Mount Futu!”
“Tsk tsk, Earth Immortal Ling Zhen is indeed young and energetic. If I were that Ghost Concubine, I would probably be willing to follow him for the rest of my life.”
“Hmph, a Daoist should be down-to-earth. It might not be a good thing to suddenly soar into the sky. Just watch. Ling Zhen doesn’t have long to live.”
Great Zhao Capital.
In the palace, the Imperial Preceptor lowered his eyes. “Your Majesty, you don’t have to worry. Earth Immortal Ling Zhen won’t be able to achieve anything, let alone affect the policies of the imperial court. When he’s suppressed, the resistance against the Dao sects will turn even faster. At that time, the reduction of the Dao sects in the world will be smooth, and Great Zhao will reach its peak.”
Emperor Rende liked to hear these words. As the ruler of conservation, he originally did not have much ambition, but the imperial preceptor had ignited the hope in his heart. If he could really reduce it successfully, he would surpass the Great Zhao’s Ancestor and become an emperor for thousands of years.
Mount Futu.
In the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains at the border of the South Peak, this place was shrouded in poisonous fog all year round. Even Perfected Persons did not dare to enter this place without permission. Coupled with the fact that there were demons everywhere, as time passed, it became a forbidden area in the southern border.
Back then, when Great Zhao had just established a country, Great Ancestor had led an army of 100,000 and many powerful Daoists, but they had not conquered this area.
On this day, a figure appeared in the sky above the range of mountains. It was Shen Ping, who had walked all the way here. Looking at the forest covered in fog below, he waved his sleeve, and Dao spells instantly condensed. Then, in the blink of an eye, they landed in a few mountains.
Boom.
As the spell formation was activated, boundless magic power floated in the vast area of the mountain range. In just five minutes, the fog surrounding the entire mountain range gradually thinned, revealing the primitive terrain of the forest. Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Demons soared into the sky and floated around Shen Ping.
“You’re Earth Immortal Ling Zhen?” Sensing the magic power and vitality fluctuations emitted by this Daoist, the demon did not dare to move and shouted.
Shen Ping said lightly, “Tell that Ghost Immortal of Mount Futu to come out and accept his death. Otherwise, this Hundred Thousand Mountains will no longer exist.”
The spell formation operated even faster. The universe was reversed, and the vitality of heaven and earth was reversed. Dense fog and poisonous fog were sucked into the spell formation like a vortex.
The expressions of the dozens of demons changed drastically. They had never seen such a strange spell formation that could actually absorb the poisonous fog of Mount Futu. Without any delay, they hurriedly sent a message.
Not long after, ghosts wailed and wolves howled. The originally clear sky gradually darkened, and even the sun was covered by dark clouds.
Shen Ping looked into the distance.
Only the Ghost Immortal of Mount Futu could have such a divine ability.
Indeed, a figure flashed a few times in the air and stood in front of Shen Ping. It looked like a middle-aged man in a round-collared robe. He smiled and said, “Earth Immortal Ling Zhen, I’m the Green Ghost Immortal of Mount Futu. If you’re willing to belong to Mount Futu, not only will we let Ghost Concubine go, but we’ll also let bygones be bygones regarding the Blood Taisui. We can also help you establish your Dao Sect and continue your inheritance.”
Swoosh!
Shen Ping did not say a word and raised his sword. The sword light that contained the power of the True Spirit Great Dao was simple and unadorned. Without any fancy moves, it slashed the Green Ghost Immortal’s body into pieces.
Swoosh!
A large number of fragments condensed again in an extremely short period of time. What condensed was no longer a gentle-looking middle-aged man, but a ferocious ghost with a green face and fangs. Its green eyes stared fixedly at Shen Ping. “Y-You’re not an Earth Immortal. You’re…”
Before he could finish speaking, the Green Ghost Immortal’s body shattered once more. Shen Ping’s figure disappeared with a swoosh. Following the fluctuations of the Green Ghost Immortal’s fragment, he arrived at the Netherworld Yin Land, teleported to the nomological power that the Nether Ghost clone sensed.
At the same time, the Green Ghost Immortal’s body condensed again, but as soon as it condensed, its body stiffened. Looking at Earth Immortal Ling Zhen floating in the blessed land, its pupils constricted, and in the center, it revealed fear. “E-Earth Immortal Ling Zhen, spare—”
Before he could say the word ‘spare my life’, a sword light appeared.