Chapter 426 - 175: Demon Realm, City of Ten Thousand Beasts! Mo Long Cave

Invoking Gods?

Chen Qin’Yin froze for a moment, then it dawned on her:

"No wonder you burned incense, bathed, and meditated for seven days before leaving. You were preparing for Invoking Gods!"

Invoking Gods wasn’t something you could accomplish just by chanting a few slogans.

"Revere the gods and the righteous will be safe; the lawless and wicked will not be saved."

"This is the admonition passed down through generations in our Netherworld Daoist Temple, and it is also a prerequisite for practicing the Summoning Technique."

Huaisheng Daoist spoke, his expression solemn.

He raised his hand and lit three sticks of incense, each as thick as a child’s arm. He bowed three times in pious reverence before placing them in the Incense Burner.

His movements were respectful and imbued with mystic principles, every gesture filled with an indescribable significance.

Watching this, Chen Qin’Yin’s own Heart Spirit grew solemn, and she dared not entertain the slightest irreverent thought.

She could vaguely sense that above the Divine Platform, within the endless void, some mysterious and unfathomable change was taking place.

’Is he communicating with that being?’

Chen Qin’Yin didn’t dare to disturb him, and Huaisheng Daoist said nothing more, simply waiting in silence.

WHOOSH!

In the gentle breeze, the three sticks of incense flickered, and a faint wisp of blue-green smoke rose straight up into the air.

Despite the wind, it didn’t disperse in the slightest, soaring high into the sky to an unknown distance.

It seemed to be spreading rapidly toward an extremely distant place.

FWOOSH!

The three sticks of incense burned at an incredible speed.

In what seemed like less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, the three sticks of incense had burned down completely, turning into gray ash that piled up in the Incense Burner.

"Haaah."

Seeing this, Huaisheng Daoist finally let out a long breath:

"The incense has burned completely, unextinguished by the wind."

"There shouldn’t be any problems with Invoking Gods this time."

The Summoning Technique was said to allow a mortal to channel the Power of Feathering.

The Netherworld Daoist Temple once had an outstanding disciple who, just three years after starting, successfully performed Invoking Gods and could contend with some Great Feathered Transformation True Masters.

Although he later perished, his body and soul destroyed because his Cultivation was too weak, it was a testament to the might of this Magic Technique.

Given its terrifying power, the act of Invoking Gods was naturally not a simple matter.

Especially since the "god" he was invoking this time was not one of the Yin Department Gods worshiped for generations by the Netherworld Daoist Temple, but Su Bai.

Therefore, he hadn’t been confident before.

Seeing it succeed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"And then?"

"That’s it? It’s done?"

Chen Qin’Yin looked him up and down a few times, her gaze on Huaisheng Daoist filled with doubt and surprise.

The old Daoist was just as he was before—disheveled and unkempt. Although nothing seemed amiss, he also hadn’t undergone any of the shocking, drastic changes she expected.

’Even if the Summoning Technique succeeded, it doesn’t seem to have boosted the old Daoist’s Cultivation or power at all!’

"I was burning incense, not Invoking Gods. At most, it was just sending an ’invitation’ to let that senior know."

"Besides, I’m certainly not going to have a god possess my body or perform the Inviting the Gods’ Descent right now."

Huaisheng Daoist offered a brief explanation.

He lightly flicked his sleeve, and the blue-green smoke dispersed.

The ancient Divine Platform and Incense Burner vanished, stored away by him.

The Divine Platform here referred to the altar used for Invoking Gods.

When an entry-level disciple of the Netherworld Daoist Temple wishes to perform Invoking Gods, they usually have to set up an altar and conduct a ceremony, and the altar used for the ritual cannot be taken down for a moment.

Otherwise, the Invoking Gods would fail. He, of course, had no need for such troublesome procedures.

After all, if he had to keep the Divine Platform stationary, wouldn’t the ritual fail easily if someone smashed the altar?

"Sending an ’invitation’..."

Chen Qin’Yin was speechless.

This old Daoist had been so cryptic and eccentric the entire journey.

At this point, she had no idea if this attempt at Invoking Gods had actually succeeded or not.

But she figured there probably wasn’t a major issue.

"Let’s go!"

"Into the mountains."

Huaisheng Daoist flicked his sleeve and strode forward.

Chen Qin’Yin hesitated, but there was a Restriction in her body.

If something really happened to the old Daoist, she would suffer a terrible fate even if she hid deep in the remote mountains and forests.

Sighing internally, she clenched her teeth.

In the end, Chen Qin’Yin followed.

The mountain was covered in dense, lush wild grass, easily as tall as a person, stretching endlessly down to the foot of the mountains.

The mountain range itself was majestic and vast, stretching east to west for an unknown tens of thousands, or perhaps even hundreds of thousands of miles.

It contained innumerable peaks.

Within the barren mountains, thick layers of miasma hung in the air, creating a daunting sight.

The two of them walked at a leisurely pace.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Chen Qin’Yin formed a hand seal for a Spell, and the Red Gourd on her back immediately spewed a cloud of green smoke that enveloped her.

It concealed her figure.

’Even though I’ll be in trouble if this old Daoist dies, it’s none of my business if he suffers a bit.’

’Besides, this old bastard can forget about making me take the lead!’

"Heh heh."

Chen Qin’Yin’s petty move naturally didn’t escape Huaisheng Daoist, but he just chuckled, seemingly unconcerned.

Huaisheng Daoist continued forward, walking into the mountains.

VMM!

With a single step, the light and shadows all around him flickered.

In an instant, the world changed color, as if he had stepped into another dimension.

"What is this?"

Chen Qin’Yin’s heart pounded wildly.

She looked up. Before her was still the same mountain range, seemingly unchanged.

But in her eyes, everything had been turned upside down!

In her line of sight...

All the previous verdant green and boundless Vitality had vanished.

What greeted her eyes instead was a heavy miasma so thick that not even raging gales could disperse it.

And a vast, indescribable Demon Qi that permeated the mountains, and even the entire world!