Chapter 12: The Birth of the Ghost King

Chapter 12: The Birth of the Ghost King

"I come from the Divine Dragon Sect."

Lo Li lifted her chin slightly, a proud expression gracing her delicate face.

The white-haired elder was momentarily taken aback. He blinked, pondering deeply, yet he could not fathom what kind of sacred power the Divine Dragon Sect truly was.

Could it be an outside faction?

The elder mused silently.

Beside him stood a young cultivator, whose realm was at the fifth level of the Yuan Sea. Upon hearing Lo Li's words, he sneered.

"Divine Dragon Sect? Is that a sect from the Ancient Moon Dynasty? I've never even heard of it."

Lo Li glanced at him coldly, her tone indifferent but clear.

"My Divine Dragon Sect is but a humble sect; it cannot compare to your illustrious Infinite Divine Sword Sect."

The youth chuckled mockingly.

"Good that you know. Our Infinite Divine Sword Sect is one of the top ten sects of the Ancient Moon Dynasty, now ranked among the top five in strength."

The elder, noticing his disciple's indiscretion, turned sharply and gave him a stern glare.

This young girl, beautiful beyond words, clearly hailed from a noble background.

Just judging by the imperial-grade robe she wore, no ordinary sect could possess such a treasure.

Even the sect leader of their Infinite Divine Sword Sect did not own an imperial-grade robe.

Thus, the elder dared not underestimate the girl before him.

"Young lady, have you come here alone?" the elder asked with a kindly smile.

Lo Li nodded silently.

At that moment, strange glimmers appeared in the eyes of everyone around.

Seasoned cultivators immediately fixed their gazes on the imperial-grade robe adorning Lo Li.

Having tested the girl’s background with words, the elder now harbored no reservations—soon, they could attempt to seize the imperial-grade robe by force.

After all, any excuse could be pinned on the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge; no one would dare bring trouble upon that cursed place.

However, more than ten powerful factions were present in total.

If a true battle for the robe broke out, it would be a fierce and brutal struggle.

The elder stared at Lo Li with an innocent expression, smiling gently.

"Young lady, the robe you wear—is it truly an imperial-grade magical garment?"

Lo Li shot him a cold glance, fully understanding his intent.

Having survived the harsh world for so many years, she was well aware of the meaning behind their gazes.

Greed for wealth stirs the heart.

No one could remain indifferent to such an imperial-grade treasure.

"Are you saying you wish to take this imperial-grade robe from me by force?" Lo Li’s eyes turned icy as she drew the Supreme Golden Dragon Sword, pointing its tip at the elder.

Though the elder was a great cultivator at the Spirit Formation realm, Lo Li was no pushover.

She wielded the Eternal Divine Dragon Sect sword technique, possessed the divine-grade Supreme Golden Dragon Sword, and her Divine Dragon Nine Transformations made her movements extraordinarily elusive. She was more than capable of contending with a Spirit Formation powerhouse.

Even if she were outmatched, her ancestor stood nearby.

So Lo Li was not worried.

In the eyes of the True God realm ancestor, these people were like ants.

A mere breath could wipe them all out.

More than a dozen powerful factions slowly approached Lo Li’s side.

A great battle seemed imminent.

At that moment, inside the Ghost Cart, a tumultuous sound suddenly erupted.

Then came a rumbling roar from the depths of the pool.

The powerful malevolent spirits placed atop the water surged with excitement, howling fiercely.

What was happening?

Everyone halted, faces grave, turning their eyes toward the pool.

The Celestial Lantern had burned for thousands of years without such a startling event ever occurring.

A vortex began to slowly form within the Ghost Cart.

Those humans affected by the Celestial Lantern were swept toward the pool’s edges by the whirlpool.

From its depths came a sinister, eerie laughter.

All held their breath, watching tensely.

Especially the Spirit Formation cultivators, whose expressions suddenly shifted.

Within that vortex, they sensed an indescribably powerful aura.

Ye Yun stood beside the Ghost Cart, opening his eyes quietly to gaze at the vortex.

The Ghost King born from the earth below had now fully restored its divine soul and was ready to be reborn.

This was the moment Ye Yun had been waiting for.

His entire strategy aimed to ensure this little devil would meet a clear and definite end.

Simply annihilating him without clarity was meaningless.

Ye Yun had been trapped in that mysterious dark space for a hundred thousand years.

Now, loneliness was his greatest fear.

If killing could be made into an art, it would perfectly suit his intentions.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura burst forth from the vortex.

The howling malevolent spirits around immediately dropped to the ground, crawling with fanatic reverence.

The Spirit Formation cultivators nearby changed countenances, retreating in shock as they stared at the vortex.

"What... what cultivation realm is that?" a middle-aged man asked in disbelief.

"That is the Divine Bridge realm," the white-haired elder said gravely.

What?

A cultivator at the Divine Bridge realm?

Everyone nearby was stunned at the elder’s words.

The next moment, chills ran down their spines.

The aura was clearly not human but filled with a sinister, malevolent presence.

This was a powerful Ghost King.

A Ghost King at the Divine Bridge realm.

Realizing this, their faces turned ashen, ready to flee.

A black ghostly mist suddenly surged from the vortex.

In midair, it wriggled and morphed into a towering black behemoth.

It stood a full five or six zhang tall, shrouded in dark qi.

This supreme Ghost King had blood-red eyes, a blue face, and fangs, radiating an intensely ferocious aura.

"Hahaha... I, the King, have finally been restored."

After thousands of years, seeing the sky again, the Ghost King laughed heartily, head tilted to the heavens.

"Run!"

All the human cultivators cried out and scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

"Now that I have returned, should you not offer congratulations to your King?"

A booming voice echoed through Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Immediately, some stopped in their tracks, trembling as they dropped to their knees.

"Congratulations, Ghost King!"

"Best wishes to the Ghost King!"

One by one, the human cultivators knelt, trembling as they voiced their cautious felicitations.

Others among the human cultivators fled swiftly.

The Ghost King, enraged at this, stretched out a massive hand, shooting forth beams of black light.

The lights howled through the air, pulling back those fleeing humans.

He threw them into his mouth.

Crunch! Crunch!

He chewed and swallowed them whole.

Witnessing such savagery—devouring human kin alive—others nearly fainted from fear.

The Divine Bridge realm cultivator was overwhelmingly powerful.

They simply could not contend with him.

After swallowing dozens of human cultivators, the Ghost King wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed aloud.

"It’s been many years since I’ve felt such pleasure."

His laughter had just faded when a gentle but resolute voice resounded throughout the space.

"A ghost is but a ghost, the lowest of beings, never worthy of the stage!"

(End of Chapter)