Chapter 847 - 240: Yellow Springs Underworld: Both Sides Lost in Vastness, Academy of Ten Thousand Sects in the Central Capital

Chapter 847: Chapter 240: Yellow Springs Underworld: Both Sides Lost in Vastness, Academy of Ten Thousand Sects in the Central Capital

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Unfortunately, the flow of Yin Qi was absurdly fast, and without the "Nine Temporary Patrol Tokens," Li Yuan, despite his swiftness, could never match the immediate speed of the Yin Qi.

Thus, after Li Yuan had traveled north for several dozen miles, the Yin Qi had already disappeared.

Li Yuan recalled the previous direction of the Yin Qi; though it was unseen, he continued to pursue.

He chased, paused, and gathered information from all directions.

After all, this clash of three streams of Yin Qi was destined to be an earth-changing, cataclysmic event, with the surrounding area inevitably affected.

Indeed, along the way, he heard of many unexplained disappearances.

Many people just vanished suddenly in broad daylight.

Li Yuan followed along the line of these disappearances.

He exerted all his strength and finally arrived at the boundary of Hanzhou Path within a fortnight.

Upon reaching the border of Hanzhou Path, he again heard cries and wails coming from the ground.

In the village and county streets, a throng of people gathered.

A multitude of voices reached Li Yuan’s ears.

"Father! Father!! Where did you go? Father!"

"My son..."

"Mother, my mother was just in this room, how is she gone? Did anyone see her? Did anyone see her?"

Undoubtedly, it was another disappearance.

Li Yuan followed these laments and continued to probe forward.

Soon, he witnessed an outrageously large mass of Yin Qi deep in the earth clustering together.

He observed slightly, finding that the range of this Yin Qi entirely exceeded his perception.

In fact, this Yin Qi had occupied more than half of Hanzhou Path, becoming the domain of a road.

Originally, the Ghost Realm would surface on the ground, but this time it remained hidden underground, like a colossal shadow lurking beneath the mountains, rivers, and the dwellings of the people.

However, ordinary people simply couldn’t see it.

Li Yuan knew that this was the collective gathering of all Ghost Realms in Great Zhou.

Lady Yan was among them!

He was anxious.

He must find Lady Yan quickly.

At this moment, he must stay by Lady Yan’s side to face this matter together.

Li Yuan couldn’t help but land swiftly, standing on the massive Yin Qi, then hurried through the crowds.

Among the crowd, cries erupted in waves, many searching for their missing relatives.

Li Yuan was like them.

He didn’t know how Lady Yan would be this time, whether she would lose her humanity.

He hurriedly walked, observing.

Suddenly, sensing something, his gaze shifted to a little girl on the street, crying out loud, "Mother."

The little girl seemed to be eight or nine years old, as if her mother had just disappeared.

These thoughts flashed by, and then the little girl’s figure suddenly blurred, disappearing right under Li Yuan’s nose in an instant.

Li Yuan was stunned and flickered into the spot where the little girl had been.

Upon arrival, he felt a terrifying rush of Yin Qi assaulting him.

Li Yuan’s mind moved, and he did his best to retract the Withered Fire, allowing the Yin Qi to brush past him and enter his body.

In the next instant, all sound disappeared.

The small town where Li Yuan was located became silent.

The previously bustling and chaotic marketplace was gone.

From a distance, Li Yuan saw the little girl.

He surveyed the surroundings, noticing odd gray mist drifting in the marketplace.

He headed towards the little girl.

The little girl seemed either frightened or otherwise, her mouth wide open as if screaming, but eerily no sound emerged, then quickly ran forward as if escaping.

Li Yuan looked again, discovering that the road ahead was narrowing.

Crooked and twisted, like a sheep’s gut, silent and fearsome.

This scene directly triggered his memory.

It was when he first entered Ghost Street with Pang Yuanhua.

Upon entering Ghost Street, it was the same.

Thus, this road... was actually the Netherworld Road.

People burdened with evil karma shall enter this path.

Bodies stained with Ghost Qi can also enter the road.

But now, the Dragon Vein had shattered, the Ghost Street naturally vanished, even the people from Judge hadn’t entered Ghost Street for a long time, so... where would the Netherworld Road lead now?

Li Yuan continued along the road.

In the next blink, as if the scenery changed, at the end of the quiet sheep’s gut path, the street and alleys of gray mist revealed the rumbling sound of water flow and a vast gray wilderness.

On one side of the wilderness, there was a dim and continuous water flow that carried immense weight as if made of metal, yet rolling, carrying a heavy sound.

Under the flow, mottled ghostly shadows were pushed by this rolling tide, drifting far away.

’Ghost Lake!’

Li Yuan trembled inwardly.

But looking closely, this Ghost Lake differed from what he had seen before, it was tinged with a murky yellow, instinctively reminding him of the famous river of the Netherworld he had crossed before — the Yellow Springs.

Further afield, stood a mountain.

The mountain rose and fell, its surface dotted with bulges, like stones, yet resembling tombstones, with the peak nearly piercing into the gray shadowy clouds above, again sparking Li Yuan to recall — the Wangxiang Platform.

Countless thoughts flashed, Li Yuan’s expression had long turned grave.

Not only because this wasn’t Lady Yan’s domain, but for another reason.

He had long been unable to enter Ghost Street, and even with his retracted Withered Fire, couldn’t access any Ghost Realm, as approaching would form a clear red-black membrane.

But now, simply by retracting his Withered Fire, he truly stepped into this place.

What does this imply?

This implies... his Withered Fire’s Yang Qi was insignificant compared to the Yin Qi here.

This was not merely a fusion of seven taboos, not merely the Great Unity of all Ghost Realms under heaven, but a transformation of quality.

Faced with this entirely new Ghost Street at this moment, he was fundamentally powerless.