Chapter 13: The Terror of the True God, the Annihilation of the Ten Thousand Ghosts

Chapter 13: The Terror of the True God—The Annihilation of Ten Thousand Ghosts

The Ghost King, caught up in his excitement, suddenly heard a harsh, grating voice. Instantly furious, he glared fiercely around, but could find no source of the sound.

“Who dares to slander me so boldly?” he roared in anger, his aura growing ever more formidable.

At that moment, his gaze snapped sharply to a small human woman standing by the pool. Nearly all the human cultivators around knelt, except for this lone woman who stood upright like a sword plunged into the earth.

“You, a mere Yuan Sea Realm cultivator, why do you refuse to kneel before me?” the Ghost King bellowed, enraged, and he swung a massive palm toward Luo Li.

“I am the Sect Master of the Divine Dragon Sect. I kneel only to my ancestors; not to heaven or earth!” she retorted, voice crisp and resolute.

Her face was cold as ice, her features sharp as if carved from stone.

Suddenly, her body transformed into nine ethereal dragons that darted in all directions, their swift movements making it impossible to discern her true form.

Having reached the tenth level of the Yuan Sea Realm, Luo Li executed the Divine Dragon Nine Transformations with even greater mastery.

A gigantic ghostly hand struck down but missed its mark.

“What kind of technique is this?” the Ghost King murmured, unfazed by his failed attack.

“This little girl is quite skilled. No wonder she’s so arrogant...” he mused but refrained from attacking further.

The mocking voice of a man echoed in his mind, stirring unease.

Something was amiss. A mysterious force seemed to lurk in the shadows.

“Stop searching, little ghost,” Ye Yun smiled softly as he rose slowly from the pool. Luo Li’s figure flickered beside him.

“Luo Li, your technique is impressive—reminds me of my younger days,” Ye Yun said with a smile, patting her lightly.

He had intended to intervene earlier but, seeing Luo Li’s fearless attempt to escape the Ghost King—a semi-God Bridge realm powerhouse—he decided to watch and see if she could truly pull it off.

To his delight, she did.

Although the Ghost King had underestimated her somewhat, escaping from such a formidable opponent at the tenth level of the Yuan Sea Realm was no small feat.

“Hm?” The Ghost King turned toward the voice, surprised to see the young man before him was only at the Profound Core Realm.

Despite having soaked in the pool for so long, he appeared unscathed and vibrant.

Who was this person?

The Ghost King’s surprise deepened as he sensed the young man’s aura again—still Profound Core Realm—and he relaxed slightly.

“You speak boldly, sir,” the Ghost King said coldly, then waved his hand.

Immediately, over a dozen Yuan Sea Realm evil ghosts surged toward Ye Yun with howls.

Luo Li was about to draw her sword to protect her ancestor, but the ghosts suddenly froze midair.

Snap!

Ye Yun snapped his fingers, and the evil ghosts instantly perished, dissolving into wisps of blue smoke as they fell.

“What incredible divine power!” the Ghost King’s pupils contracted sharply as a terrifying aura descended.

He had misjudged the young man!

This youth was definitely no mere Profound Core cultivator—perhaps a peerless figure even stronger than himself.

“Finally, salvation!” the kneeling human cultivators around exhaled in relief, faces showing the look of those who had narrowly escaped death.

They had never expected the young man in the pool to be such a formidable master.

Hope was rekindled.

The Ghost King fixed his gaze on Ye Yun, and suddenly a thought of retreat arose within him.

He transformed into a cloud of ghostly mist and howled as he fled.

“Return,” Ye Yun spoke softly.

The black mist, as if summoned, abruptly reversed course.

“Impossible!” the Ghost King’s astonished voice echoed from within the mist.

He had used all his strength to escape, only to be yanked back by an overwhelming force, terrifying him to the core.

Could this be the power of a Nirvana Realm or Fate Mirror master?

Otherwise, how could such might exist, leaving him utterly powerless?

Even if he returned to his peak God Bridge Realm, he would stand no chance against this youth.

“Ancestor is truly formidable!” Luo Li marveled, sheathing the Supreme Golden Dragon Sword in admiration.

The true god was indeed terrifying—truly dreadful.

Ye Yun watched the writhing black mist, frowning slightly, his voice cold and indifferent:

“Little ghost, the only reason you’ve lived until now is so you can die with full understanding.”

“Sir, how have I offended you to deserve total extermination?” the Ghost King asked in terror, unaware when he had crossed such a powerful figure.

Ye Yun smiled coldly.

“Within the pool is a disciple of my Divine Dragon Sect. You used his Celestial Lamp to aid your recovery. For that alone, you deserve to die ten thousand times over.”

“So that’s the truth,” the Ghost King lamented, pounding his chest in frustration, wishing he could slay those human cultivators outside.

A mere insignificant being had cost him his life—his resentment was boundless.

Ye Yun continued to sneer.

“By your slow recovery, without at least two or three uses of the Celestial Lamp, there was no chance of healing. So I secretly infused you with some restorative spiritual energy to awaken you early this time.”

Hearing this, the Ghost King’s eyes widened in horror as if plunged into an icy abyss.

The strange spiritual energy he absorbed from the coffin had been deliberately supplied by this towering figure.

Now, his doom was sealed—but even at death’s door, he resolved to fight once more.

“Kill him!” the Ghost King ordered the evil ghosts under his command.

These spirits, mostly under his control, surged forth like a black cloud, engulfing the entire valley.

Amid the chaos, the Ghost King fled into the distance.

“Petty tricks,” Ye Yun exhaled softly.

A breath of pure energy, like mysterious flames blazing with intense heat, transformed into an all-encompassing fiery net that enveloped every falling evil ghost above the valley.

“Ah...” agonized screams followed, accompanied by sizzling sounds.

In an instant, the densely packed evil ghosts turned into wisps of blue smoke and vanished.

Watching the fleeing Ghost King, Ye Yun smiled coldly and exhaled again.

This breath descended upon the black mist, which emitted a pitiful scream before dissolving into smoke.

With just two breaths, all the malevolent ghosts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge were extinguished.

“Such...” The surrounding human cultivators were shaken to their core, frozen in stunned silence as if turned to stone.

(The End of this Chapter)