Chapter 863: Ghost King Zhao Fu, 800-Mile Ghost Ridge (Part 2)

Chapter 863 -531: Ghost King Zhao Fu, 800-Mile Ghost Ridge (Part 2)

The Cold Flood Dragon King is indeed a hero in his own right.

At this moment, he is able to think calmly.

However, Zhao Fu does not intend to give him this opportunity.

“The Yin Qi has gathered sufficiently.”

“Thanks to you for opening this treasure land, allowing for so much Yin Qi.”

“Now, executing the secret technique won’t disturb my foundation.”

Zhao Fu’s expression is calm.

His hands continuously form seals.

At this moment, countless ice cones mixed with surging Demon Qi attack.

“Ghost Technique: Nine Yin Bone Nails!”

Zhao Fu finishes forming the seals with his hands.

In an instant, his figure appears in front of the Jiao Dragon.

This is a speed he has never displayed before.

His figure moves like a specter, comparing his speed to a specter indicates the incredible speed of a specter.

Zhao Fu gently taps the Cold Flood Dragon’s forehead with one hand.

In that instant, eighteen illusory Bone Nails emerge on its surface.

“Nail!”

“Ding ding ding ding——”

With Zhao Fu’s light shout, eighteen crisp sounds ring out in succession.

In that instant, the Jiao Dragon becomes incomparably rigid.

If an ordinary soul transforms into a ghost in a place saturated with Yin Qi.

They possess only instinct.

But Zhao Fu’s proactive transformation into a Ghost Cultivator is different.

They develop magic similarly to the Human Race.

And Zhao Fu’s magic is a systematically developed ghost technique system by the Ancestral Spirit.

“Ghost Technique: Three Yin Soul-Scraping Wind”

A cold wind appears between heaven and earth.

All present beings cannot physically feel this invisible cold wind.

Because this wind is designed to combat souls.

“Damn it!”

“Ant, how dare you!”

“I am the future Celestial Demon of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, how dare you!”

The Cold Flood Dragon King roars in anger.

But this roar sounds more like a howl to countless people.

The last howl of a trapped beast.

Zhao Fu remains expressionless.

“What a pity.”

It’s a pity he hasn’t performed the true means of the Ghost Cultivators.

The methods of Ghost Cultivators are numerous.

But there are mainly three aspects.

The first is the attack on the Divine Soul.

The second is purely Yin Qi magic.

The third and most important means of Ghost Cultivators is controlling lower-level ghosts.

If Zhao Fu could learn a soul summoning secret technique.

Under his command, he could gather dozens of Ghost Generals and Ghost Kings, thousands upon thousands of ghost soldiers.

By then, no intricate technique is needed.

With a wave of his hand, countless ghost entities would be enough to devour strong enemies without leaving even bone fragments.

And previously, the two techniques Zhao Fu used were both Yin Qi spells.

“The opponent’s Divine Soul is too formidable, in a soul clash, I might not be able to defeat him.”

“Looks like I can’t rely solely on Ghost Cultivation techniques.”

The eighteen Bone Nails on the Cold Flood Dragon King shatter.

And in front of him, Zhao Fu holds a long sword of illusory Yin Qi.

“A multitude of Yin Qi.”

“Soul of the Netherworld.”

“Hear my command, capture!”

Vast Yin Qi integrates into the longsword held by Zhao Fu.

This is a variation of the Heaven and Earth Sword, Luo Xuanjun borrows the power of Nine Heavens Gang Wind, while he borrows Endless Yin Qi,

Unknowingly, Zhao Fu silently transforms into a ribbon, slicing through the Jiao Dragon’s body.

Amidst the frightened gazes of many surrounding Demon Cultivators.

The once arrogant Jiao Dragon’s flesh rots, revealing its pale bones.

Zhao Fu casually disperses the Yin Qi in his hand.

With one hand, he presses down.

Grabbing the Jiao Dragon Soul.

Zhao Fu’s face reveals a smile.

“Very well, my first specter under command will be you.”

The Jiao Dragon Soul is burned by the Nether Cold Fire.

The Jiao Dragon releases a howl of extreme pain.

But after just a few breaths.

The Dragon Soul transforms into a blue light and surges into the Jiao Dragon’s body.

Within the dragon bones, two points of blue flame appear in the hollow eyes.

“Newly born ghost, pays respects to Ghost Lord.”

The Jiao Dragon’s hoarse voice echoes.

Zhao Fu’s face carries an expression of interest, he lightly points at those original subordinates of the Jiao Dragon.

And those clever Demon Cultivators who already ran three miles away.

“Kill them.”

“Understood.”

In the midst of shrill cries, the demon soldiers were slaughtered amidst wails.

However, in just a few breaths.

The flesh on their bodies receded, and an ethereal blue flame ignited within their bones.

In just a few breaths.

A horde of ghost soldiers half-knelt on the ground.

“Greetings, Ghost Lord.”

Zhao Fu’s eyes were icy cold.

“Clear the Demon City.”

“From today onward, this shall be my…”

“My, Ghost King Yuli’s territory.”

“Eight Hundred Miles, all part of Yuli Ghost Ridge!”

Zhao Fu’s figure surged across the entire Demon City.

In an instant, the sky seemed to harbor an illusory figure tilting its head, sitting upon a throne.

[In despair, you were forced to sever your physical form, transforming into a Ghost Cultivator.]

[Upon becoming a Ghost Cultivator, you immediately broke through to the Ghost King Realm, equivalent to the Golden Core Level.]

[The remnants of your physical strength transformed into swordlight and rescued Yu Lin.]

[The Ghost King first revealed to the world, you utilized Ghost Techniques developed from Ancestral Spirit to easily exploit the information gap and defeat the Cold Flood Dragon King.]

The Netherworld was just established.

The existence of Ghost Cultivators began to appear on a large scale in this world.

The world knows little about Ghost Cultivators.

If the Cold Flood Dragon King utilized some Supremely Yang and Firm Artifacts, and could set up the Flame Law around himself.

Preventing the Ghost King from approaching him.

Supremely Yang and Firm Artifacts nearly double the destructive power against Ghost Cultivators.

Unfortunately, the Cold Flood Dragon King itself practiced Yin Cold Magic.

And these magics had negligible harm to Zhao Fu.

Even due to the Cold Flood Dragon King’s practice of the Yin Cold Dao, his physical remnant soul could be perfectly refined into ghostly creatures, possessing at least seventy percent of their pre-life strength, wielded by Zhao Fu.

[After defeating the Cold Flood Dragon King, you named this place Yuli Ghost Ridge.]

[The original Jiao Dragon forces in the Demon City were slaughtered by the post-death Jiao Dragons.]

[The remnants of bodies and souls were refined into ghostly creatures.]

[Three days of cleansing ended, under your command a legion of over ten thousand demon soldiers, a Ghost King, and one hundred and eight Ghost Generals was possessed.]

[The new city is shrouded in Yin Qi, and no living beings may enter.]

[However, the indigenous do not harbor much resentment towards you because you spared them.]

[All you killed were part of the Jiao Dragon’s subordinates.]

[Even amidst propaganda from the few released Demon Kings, you emerged as the hero who saved the Demon City.]

[To them, a rational powerhouse like you was far superior to the ruthless Cold Flood Dragon King.]

From this day forth.

A multitude of demon cultivators began to remain silent.

Not a single living creature was found within Eight Hundred Miles of Ghost Ridge.

The migrating army moved along like rows of ants on the road.

Zhao Fu stood in the sky, overlooking his territory.

“After its transformation by the Cold Flood Dragon King, the area is permeated with Yin Qi.”

“In a century, it will be filled with Yin Qi, and for normal living creatures it will be a short journey to their demise.”

“Yin Qi nurtures, and even vengeful spirits that died miserably in the mountains and wilderness would ignite soul fire, becoming ghostly creatures.”

“Ghost Ridge, living up to its name.”

Zhao Fu did not expel all living beings.

He centered around the Yuli Rabbit clan and collaborated with three other major tribes to establish trade routes.

Ghost Ridge sometimes required external resources.

Additionally, resources produced by the abundant Yin Qi were exceedingly rare outside.

But it was necessary for survival.

Zhao Fu didn’t see Yu Lin again.

“Today I truly understand the principle of humans and ghosts having different paths.”

Demons and ghosts indeed tread different paths.

It’s a separation of life and death.

If the dead ghosts lingered with the living too long, either the living would die of sickness, or the dead would be scattered by Yang Qi.

“Using Yin Qi, I can even appear instantaneously at any corner of this Ghost Ridge.”

“Such divine techniques are indeed remarkable.”

“Yet…”

Zhao Fu transformed into a white shadow, appearing instantly within a subterranean space.

“All this is caused by this Nether Ice Stone.”

“The closest place between the living world and Netherworld.”

“Indeed, very close…”

A flash of light crossed Zhao Fu’s eyes.

His figure flickered, and he transformed into a stream of green smoke, rushing into the Ice Stone.

Followed by an infinite sense of comfort.

That seemed to have returned to the mother’s womb.

Zhao Fu quickly regained clarity.

A sudden tingling sensation in the surrounding air.

Hundreds of remnant souls instinctively gnawed at him.

The sky was devoid of light.

It was a pitch-black world.

Only ghostly creatures could see everything in the darkness.

Looking around, the ground was practically boundless, filled with countless ghost souls.

This was the Netherworld.