Chapter 9: The Forbidden Land of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge
Chapter 9: The Forbidden Land of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge
Ye Yun’s eyelids narrowed slightly as he fixed his gaze deep into the heart of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.
With just a single glance,
he saw through the entire essence of the ridge.
A faint smile played on Ye Yun’s lips.
Raising his hand, he was about to completely erase Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge from existence.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
He was now a True God, an invincible presence on the Cangnan Continent.
To bully others like this felt somewhat improper.
If word got out someday, it would only bring ridicule.
Moreover, the young Miss Luo Li was currently the sect leader of the Divine Dragon Sect and still needed to continue her cultivation and growth.
If every little detail was effortlessly solved by her venerable ancestor, Luo Li would be like a delicate flower kept under protective glass—unable to withstand any hardship or storm.
She would wither at the slightest breeze, falter at the gentlest rain.
At this moment,
Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge
could serve as a place for Luo Li to broaden her horizons and undergo some real trials.
With this in mind,
Ye Yun changed his mind.
Just as he prepared to speak, his expression shifted slightly as he looked toward a distant place.
Several hundred miles outside Dayue City, on a mountain peak,
a middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly descended.
His face was full of rage as he stared toward Dayue City, shouting furiously, “I, Liu, swear I will not rest until this grudge is avenged!”
A faint laugh echoed through the void.
The black-robed man was startled. He looked around and bellowed, “Who’s there, playing tricks? Show yourself at once!”
From the emptiness,
a faint visage appeared.
It was the face of a young man with deep features and eyes sparkling like stars.
“How is it you?”
The black-robed man immediately recognized him as the white-clad man from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, who had shown no cultivation power before.
He was utterly terrified.
At that moment, a storm of emotions surged within him.
The divine power displayed by this figure far exceeded his understanding.
“Do you still seek revenge?”
Within the ethereal image, Ye Yun spoke lightly, his eyes dripping with endless mockery.
Back when he was in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, he had refrained from acting in front of Luo Li.
But this arrogant man before him had already offended him once.
Naturally, Ye Yun would not allow him to live till tomorrow.
A fragment of his divine consciousness had been shadowing the man all along,
with the sole purpose of annihilating him.
“Who exactly are you? We have no past grievances nor recent disputes—why must you kill and silence me?”
The black-robed man trembled, feeling a terrifying presence descend.
His body shook, and he found himself utterly powerless.
At that moment, he felt as though standing before a god.
A mere mortal facing a divine being—there was not even a trace of resistance left.
Suddenly,
Ye Yun’s illusory face softly blew out a breath.
The clear breath landed on the black-robed man, instantly igniting a raging blaze.
In an instant, the man was burned to ashes.
After this, the apparition vanished into the void.
Nearby Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge,
Ye Yun lifted an eyebrow slightly, a serene smile curling his lips.
He looked at Luo Li and said, “The so-called ‘Sky-Pointing Lantern’ ritual currently has over ten thousand participants, most barely clinging to life. Your little junior brother should be safe.”
“That’s wonderful, Venerable Ancestor.”
Luo Li covered her chest, exhaling with lingering fear.
“This place is quite interesting. You can go in and have some fun. When necessary, I will intervene.”
Ye Yun said with a smile.
“All right, Venerable Ancestor.”
Luo Li blinked in surprise but then nodded firmly.
Being clever, her thoughts turned over quickly, and she seemed to understand her venerable ancestor’s meaning.
Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge was a forbidden land that appeared ten thousand years ago.
To her venerable ancestor, it was like a child playing in the mud—
utterly insignificant.
Yet within the ancient kingdom of Dayue on the Cangnan Continent, Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge was considered a place of profound mystery and terror.
“This is the difference in realms.”
Luo Li sighed inwardly, gazing at her venerable ancestor’s dignified and handsome figure with deep envy.
When would she be able to cultivate to the True God realm?
Never mind the True God realm—even reaching the Nirvana realm would be a dream come true.
On the Cangnan Continent, cultivation realms were divided into Body Refining, Qi Gathering, Mystic Pill, Yuan Sea, Spirit Shaping, Divine Bridge, Nirvana, Destiny, Life and Death, and Eternity realms.
Luo Li was only at the peak of the Yuan Sea realm.
Above her were six great realms, each notoriously difficult to break through.
Within the ancient kingdom of Dayue, practitioners at the Yuan Sea realm were already scarce.
A cultivator like Luo Li, at the peak of Yuan Sea, could practically walk around here unchallenged; most dared not provoke her.
There were also cultivators at the Spirit Shaping realm within the kingdom,
but they were far rarer—these were the elder ancestors of the top sects, seldom appearing in public.
As for the Divine Bridge realm above Spirit Shaping, Luo Li had never heard of anyone reaching it.
The ancient kingdom’s territory was vast, but in nearly a thousand years, no Divine Bridge realm cultivators had emerged.
Ye Yun led Luo Li to the outskirts of the mountain range surrounding Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.
He suppressed his divine aura, lowering his cultivation display to the Mystic Pill realm.
This was merely to keep a low profile.
Displaying no cultivation at all would be unnatural, making others more suspicious.
Better to reveal a bit of strength deliberately.
At present, the Sky-Pointing Lantern ritual was in full swing within Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.
Practitioners from various major sects were escorting people into the pitch-black valley of the ridge.
Luo Li, dressed in yellow and stunningly beautiful, floated like a fairy, attracting many gazes.
But seeing her formidable peak Yuan Sea cultivation, none dared approach or act out of line.
Being admired by all, Luo Li felt a bit elated.
Now a great cultivator at the Yuan Sea realm, no one in the ancient kingdom dared to mistreat her.
“Let’s go.”
Ye Yun smiled and urged gently.
The young girl was still very young—though clever, her nature remained innocent and romantic, making it hard to control her emotions.
But this was only natural.
A few more years of training, and by the time Luo Li reached eighteen or nineteen, she would be entirely different.
The two of them slowly entered the dark valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.
Black ghostly energy permeated the area.
Plants had long since died, their forms stained black.
Black ghost creatures flitted among the trees, emitting eerie, sinister sounds as they howled.
Yet at this moment, no one was overly afraid.
The ghosts of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge did not attack humans during this time.
After walking a short while,
the terrain suddenly shifted sharply ahead,
revealing a massive gorge.
At the center of the gorge was a black pool, gloomy and terrifying, exuding thick ghostly energy.
Within the pool,
human cultivators stood upright like onions planted in the water, their necks and heads exposed.
Each had their eyes tightly shut, faces contorted in pain.
Above each person’s head was a faintly glowing red candle, semi-transparent, with wisps of dark red smoke rising from its tip.
From afar,
the faint lights flickered like countless candles burning in the darkness.
(End of chapter)