My Silly, Sweet Wife

At this thought, Ye Guichen quickly invoked the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, enveloping himself in Yin energy.

At this moment, the Yin energy around Ye Guichen was dense and chilling, resembling a specter.

Success or failure hinges on this gamble.

As the saying goes, one seeks fortune amidst danger.

The path of cultivation is inherently akin to rowing upstream; if you do not advance, you will fall behind.

Anyone who reaches the mountain peak and becomes distinguished did so by licking blood off the blade.

Ye Guichen understood that while his current cultivation might be decent, facing true masters, he feared he couldn’t compare even to their little finger.

Especially when considering the possibility of a true evil dragon in the Daqian Dynasty’s rear mountain.

Such an evil dragon is entirely different from a flood dragon.

Once the evil dragon appears, even a breath from it might turn him to ashes.

The power gap made Ye Guichen hunger even more for strength.

”Gui Tuo, Yan Fang, Little Black, Feng Wuxiu, if I fail to break through, you should each leave and do what you must.”

After instructing them, Ye Guichen dashed forward, already penetrating the 300-meter barrier zone.

Feng Wuxiu wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Gui Tuo and Yan Fang followed closely, hoping to pull Ye Guichen back, but how could they restrain him?

The imagined sudden death did not occur.

Ye Guichen effortlessly passed the barrier.

Unscathed.

”Did I really make it through?”

Ye Guichen was overjoyed.

His inner suspicions were confirmed.

It seemed this barrier was deliberately set to lure ghost entities, excluding the living.

No wonder the Yin Ghost Sect members would suddenly die when approaching.

Those of the Yin Ghost Sect practiced Yin and evil cultivation techniques, but they were, after all, still living beings.

However, Ye Guichen’s Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique was a powerful magic specifically designed to counter ghost entities.

This technique, once mastered to its peak, could supposedly command a legion of ghosts, forcing them into submission.

Under the control of such a cultivation technique, Ye Guichen appeared much like a Yin entity.

”Feng Wuxiu, find a place to hide. Things here are not simple. Do not wander, wait for my return.” Ye Guichen glanced back at Feng Wuxiu and dashed downward.

Similar to the reports from previous fragmented souls, the Yin energy below was heavy.

However, not a single ghost entity was visible.

This time, after a short walk, Ye Guichen saw that immense black lava.

The lava roiled, resembling black asphalt, with faint ghostly wails emanating from below.

This lava pool wasn’t large, shaped like a gigantic rectangular coffin, wide at one end and narrow at the other.

Ye Guichen didn’t rashly touch the black lava but began to observe his surroundings.

Soon, Ye Guichen discovered that four stones stood around the lava.

Each stone was partly embedded beneath the earth by tremendous force, and their exposed portions were carved with bizarre runes.

”This, this is the Nine Revolutions Blood Ghost Talisman, the Nine Revolutions Blood Ghost Talisman?”

Suddenly, Gui Tuo cried out hoarsely, clutching his head and collapsing in agony.

Ye Guichen grabbed Gui Tuo: ”What’s wrong?”

Gui Tuo’s face was contorted: ”I, I don’t know what’s happening, I seem to recognize these runes, but recalling them brings unbearable agony to my head, ahhhh!”

Gui Tuo shrieked, as if insane, and an immense surge of Evil Qi erupted from him.

The Qi was so tangible it impacted the cave walls, as if sharp blades were slicing through.

Yan Fang was also dazed: ”What? Nine, Nine Revolutions Blood Ghost Talisman? How is this possible, does such a terrifying array truly exist in this world?”

Ye Guichen looked at Gui Tuo’s emotionally shattered state, sensing that Gui Tuo’s memories must be tied to these Nine Revolutions Blood Ghost Talismans, or perhaps his past was linked to such talismans.

Nonetheless, Ye Guichen realized that if Gui Tuo was left unchecked, he might collapse entirely.

Unable to bear seeing Gui Tuo suffer, Ye Guichen immediately placed him inside the Jiuyou Tower, binding him with chains to prevent his struggle.

To Ye Guichen’s shock, the moment Gui Tuo was chained, the Evil Qi surged again, snapping the chain that bound him.

How is this possible?

Ye Guichen was astounded.

Since the Jiuyou Tower was forged, even the soul of a flood dragon couldn’t easily break free from its chains within the tower’s range.

Yet Gui Tuo, despite reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm, was still far inferior to a flood dragon’s soul.

Still, he managed to break free from the chains.

”Lock him down!”

Ye Guichen once again shouted softly, thickening the chains of the Nine Nether Tower a bit more to bind Ghoul Gui Tuo, and simultaneously increased the thickness of the iron cage in the Nine Nether Tower.

The Nine Nether Tower was refined by Ye Guichen, and within the Nine Nether Tower, Ye Guichen was akin to an immortal, able to manipulate everything inside with just a thought.

This time, Ghoul Gui Tuo failed to break free, and as time passed, his struggles became less intense, as if he was constantly reminiscing about something inside his mind, except for the pain reflected on his face, there was no other anomaly.

Ye Guichen knew that if anything truly happened to Ghoul Gui Tuo inside the Nine Nether Tower, he would be aware of it instantly. So, he withdrew his attention from the Nine Nether Tower and focused on Yan Fang, asking, ”You know about this Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman too?”

Yan Fang, standing before Ye Guichen, was unaware of the happenings inside the Nine Nether Tower. Hearing this, he quickly nodded, ”Yes, I, I heard about it, but, but I’ve never seen it. Because this is an extremely evil array talisman, it’s rumored that even Nascent Soul Great Ability cannot draw it.”

Amidst broken sentences, Yan Fang explained everything he knew about this Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman.

According to Yan Fang, only a Hell Ghost King could draw such a Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman.

The underworld, also referred to by some as the Underworld.

In the eyes of the secular world, such a place exists in a state of profound mystery.

No one has ever seen it firsthand.

Even Ye Guichen doubts its existence.

Legend has it that the underworld houses the King of Ten Thousand Ghosts, called Ghost King. If calculated according to human cultivators, the Ghost King’s cultivation might have reached the Divinity Transformation Realm or even higher realms.

However, the path to advancement for a Ghost King is akin to climbing to the heavens.

According to the normal rules of heaven and earth, once a person dies, their soul disperses and vanishes in the heavens and earth. Even those that don’t scatter need to reincarnate and become human again.

Of course, these are just legends.

However, occasionally some ghostly beings unexpectedly gain increased cultivation due to various kinds of fortuitous encounters, becoming Ghost Kings and acquiring consciousness.

Although they lack physical substance, they can live eternally like immortals, existing between heaven and earth.

Yet, ghostly beings are still ghosts; no matter how long-lived, they aren’t recognized and are often treated as evildoers.

And precisely for this reason, the Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman came into existence.

Legend has it that Ghost Kings desire to shed their ghostly aura and evolve into the legendary Turbid Immortal, thereby achieving eternal life and being acknowledged by immortals, no longer viewed as evildoers.

But to shed such ghostly aura, the Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman is needed.

The Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman acts like an array attracting ghosts, refining ghostly beings. Once a ghostly being enters it, they become a part of this blood ghost talisman.

To form a Ghost Pill, one must collect 470,000 ghostly souls and refine them over 49 years.

And once the Ghost Pill is consumed, the Ghost King will completely shed their ghostly aura, becoming the legendary Turbid Immortal.

Turbid Immortals are, once again, immortals.

Once one becomes a Turbid Immortal, they can enjoy longevity in the heavens and earth, even free themselves from the control of the Yinming Netherworld, and walk openly in the living world without any harm.

Moreover, Turbid Immortals can enjoy the secular world’s offerings and be worshipped by people.

After hearing all this, Ye Guichen couldn’t quell his emotions for a long time.

If what Yan Fang said is true, perhaps the hell of this world isn’t quite as imagined.

Perhaps, there isn’t any so-called Yan Luo or Ghost Messenger, but merely a special space for ghostly souls to exist.

Could it be that there truly is a place here where a powerful individual refines Ghost Pills?

Recalling previous clues, it’s said that in historical battles at Hefeng Valley, over ten thousand people perished.

After the Yin Ghost Sect was established, it absorbed only half of the ghostly souls, sealing the remaining half underground.

If guessed correctly, they might have become part of the Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman.

But one doesn’t know how long the Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman has been refining. Is it already mature, reaching forty-nine years?

Ye Guichen pondered for a long time, suddenly feeling immensely ignorant about this world.

The Ghost King, comparable to Divinity Transformation realm prowess.

A Divinity Transformation powerhouse, capable of flipping mountains and seas with a mere move, similar but still not quite an immortal.

Moreover, if the tales Yan Fang heard are true, then the value of the Ghost Pill might be higher.

”Could the Ghost Pill be beneath this black magma?”

Ye Guichen was in a state of eager anticipation, ultimately casting his gaze on the coffin-like black magma.

The magma continuously bubbled, like boiling water, with the sound of wailing ghosts suddenly becoming noisy, as if the Gate of Hell had been opened.

Yin Qi surged furiously from the magma, so thick that Ye Guichen felt suffocated.

The icy, bone-piercing sensation was almost unbearable to Ye Guichen.

”What’s going on?”

Ye Guichen stepped back two paces, warily watching the churning black magma.

Yan Fang’s pupils contracted shockingly: ”Mr. Ye, isn’t this too coincidental? Could it really be that a Ghost Pill is emerging, and we’ve run into it?”

”Woof woof woof!” The little black dog barked madly, tail standing erect, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Ye Guichen retorted, ”What happens if the Ghost Pill emerges, isn’t that a good thing for us?”

Yan Fang smiled bitterly, ”Mr. Ye, if that rumor is true, and it really is a Nine-turn Blood Ghoul Talisman producing a Ghost Pill, then once the Ghost Pill emerges, the master refining the pill will appear…”

Ye Guichen’s face turned pale instantly.

Damn it, is this a pace to get oneself killed?