Chapter 865: Netherworld Lii City, Arrival of the Phoenix Race_2

However, among them were not human cultivators, but various strange and grotesque ghosts.

Zhao Fu stood at the highest point of Lii City.

He wore a simple white robe.

The white robe was minimal to the extreme.

There were no adornments on Zhao Fu’s body, not even his long hair was tied up as it draped casually behind.

Aside from having overly pale skin, he seemed otherwise not much different from ordinary humans.

Surrounding Zhao Fu.

The ghost cultivators of both factions respectfully bowed down.

“Greetings, Ghost Lord.”

Zhao Fu paid them no mind.

He squinted his eyes, looking into the sky.

“To what extent has Ancestral Witch Houtu researched the Six Paths of Reincarnation?”

“Always feels like…”

Zhao Fu pondered ceaselessly in his heart.

A war between the Demon Race and the Witch Race was inevitable.

For some reason, Zhao Fu felt that the Six Paths of Reincarnation were Ancestral Witch Houtu’s fallback plan.

Mastering the Six Paths of Reincarnation, from a certain perspective, meant one had already harmonized with a part of the world.

This way, no other Golden Immortal level powerhouses could take action against her.

Zhao Fu shook his head.

He leaned back his body.

A massive amount of bone powder gathered behind him, forming a Ghost King’s Throne.

The passage opened.

Zhao Fu returned to the living world.

“Yin Qi is surging more and more from within the nodes.”

“Initially, the time it took for this place to become a land of ultimate Yin was far less than my original estimate.”

Zhao Fu sat on the Ghost King’s Throne, gazing down at his domain.

“In fifty years, this place will be uninhabitable for any living beings.”

Only some spirit plants, tainted by the Yin Qi, turned into Netherworld spiritual plants capable of surviving in the Netherworld.

At this time, the entire Ghost Ridge was enshrouded in eeriness.

Thick clouds concealed the sky.

It had been two hundred years since even a sliver of sunlight had reached here.

“Yet it is still too monotonous. If I could acquire the corpses of some Demon Cultivators with powerful bloodlines, I would gain a formidable general under my command.”

………

“Is there truly something here my race requires?”

Four men and women dressed in blue ice robes inquired softly.

Their attire was nobly fashioned, and their presence exuded a superior aura.

More importantly, the bloodline aura emanating from them.

Caused surrounding Demon Cultivators to involuntarily swallow their saliva.

Naturally, it was not due to appetite, but out of fear.

It was the oppression stemming from bloodline.

Especially for those Demon Cultivators who had achieved Dao through avian transformation, the pressure was immense.

Outside the Eight Hundred Miles Ghost Ridge.

Because of the precious resources produced by the dense Yin Qi within the Ghost Ridge.

The trade inside and outside the Ghost Ridge was exceedingly prosperous.

In over two hundred years, three cities far larger than the original Demon City were established outside the Ghost Ridge.

These cities were referred to as the Three Cities of Ghost Ridge by outsiders.

The Three Cities of Ghost Ridge were exceptionally prosperous trade cities.

It was rumored that in these Three Cities of Ghost Ridge, one might even spot those rarest of ghost cultivators.

With the emergence of the Eight Hundred Miles Ghost Ridge.

These ghosts possessing spiritual wisdom, known as ghost cultivators, naturally presented themselves to everyone.

They even attracted some Demon Cultivators nearing the end of their lifespan, whose unresolved obsessions led them to turn into ghost cultivators willingly.

As a result, while the scope of the Eight Hundred Miles Ghost Ridge was not extensive.

It was merely a part of a Demon Country without even a Celestial Demon.

Yet it managed to attract some esteemed guests.

“That’s the Phoenix Race!”

Someone exclaimed in shock.

Then instinctively covered their mouth, fearing offense.

The few men and women in blue ice robes did not show any reaction, but almost everyone could feel their pride and nobility.

Within the Demon Race, the reputation of the Dragon Race was immense.

But if one looked back tens of thousands of years.

The dragon, phoenix, and qilin were the true rulers of the Demon Race.

Dragons commanded the Aquatic Race, phoenixes ruled the skies, and qilins led the beasts on land.

Yet in recent times, the Dragon Race had overshadowed the other two, gaining higher fame.

The bloodline of these Phoenix Race members was certainly impressive.

“This place is one of the rare few locations on the continent, as mentioned by the clan elder, connected with the Netherworld.”

“Most other passages are seldom claimed.”

“And what we need is only found in the Netherworld.”

“But we cannot easily enter it.”

“Thus, this so-called Yuli Ghost Ridge happens to be the best choice.”

“With the Ghost King’s assistance here, we can quickly gather the resources we need.”

Several Phoenix Race members said.

Following the Phoenix Race were eight Demon Race powerhouses who had transformed from various birds.

Their aura was powerful, no less than the Ox King of the past.

There was even an elder exuding a mysterious aura, impenetrable by anyone.

This kind of aura could only be explained by a Demon Emperor level powerhouse.

There was no need for the Phoenix Race members to speak.

It was quickly reported up the ranks.

The Phoenix Race members and their subordinates were arranged in the most luxurious rooms.

In less than the time of a burning incense stick.

A woman in a green dress strolled in elegantly.

“The manager of the three major cities, clan leader of the Yuli Race, Yu Lin, greets the honorable guests.”

Yu Lin now appeared vastly different from the inexperienced girl she once was.

Every gesture and step exuded confidence and poise.

Although Zhao Fu no longer kept her by his side like before.

The two were not truly separated by life and death; Zhao Fu still entrusted Yulin with the matters of trade in the living world.

Yu Lin glanced at the four people before her.

Clearly, these four were the ones in charge.

The rest could all be considered their guardians.

Among the four, there were three women and one man.

One of the women was somewhat slender, reminding Yu Lin of Zhao Fu from back then.

This woman was as thin as Zhao Fu once was, with a faint aura.

Yet the other three faintly centered around this woman.

The four Phoenix Race members were also observing Yu Lin.

The slender woman seemed to have noticed something, a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes.

Yu Lin gently raised her hand.

Four cups of spirit tea floated and landed on the table in front of them.

“This is a specialty of the Three Cities of Ghost Ridge, offering some benefits to the divine soul.”

“Not bad, truly worthy of Yuli Ghost Ridge.”

“Then let’s be direct.”

“We come from the Cyan Simurgh Ice Phoenix Race, and we require an item from the Netherworld.”

“We ask you to report this to the Ghost King behind you; we need this item.”

Yu Lin nodded.

This item from the Netherworld was not on the usual trade list.

Perhaps it was a rare heavenly treasure.

Such treasures generally only appear at auctions held every few decades.

However, the status of the guests before her warranted Zhao Fu’s personal involvement.

Yet, Yu Lin’s steps halted, a look of astonishment appearing on her face.

She turned to look at the room.

The four Cyan Simurgh appeared puzzled.

However, almost in the next instant.

The elder, who was likely a Demon Emperor, had his expression slightly change.

White feathers instantaneously enlarged into a ribbon, with flowing light flashing upon it, covering the four Cyan Simurgh.

Upon looking again.

At some point, a man in white had silently appeared in the room.

It was naturally Zhao Fu.

His pale hand firmly gripping one of the eight guardians.

All of this happened soundlessly.

Such was the ghost.

Hard to perceive, Yin Qi seeping through.

The Phoenix Race demon king closest to Zhao Fu was taken aback, quickly stepping back.

Shouting, “Who are you, and what do you want to do?!”

The room instantly became tense and on edge.

The slender woman from the Phoenix Race raised her hand, stopping everyone.

“Ghost King, your reputation is well-deserved. If you were inclined, apart from me and Elder Crane, you could kill anyone present.”

The demon emperor powerhouse named Elder Crane looked somewhat abashed, having no choice but to lower his head.

The Ghost King was equivalent to the Demon King.

Yet he could perform such actions under the nose of a Demon Emperor level powerhouse.

How could this not astonish everyone present?

Zhao Fu simply smiled lightly.

“Truly elite of a great clan, able to analyze things so swiftly.”

Zhao Fu casually gave a pat.

The Phoenix Race powerhouse he held was struck, releasing an object resembling a feather made of something like Hongyu.

“Consider this a gift for the esteemed guests.”

“What is this?!”

“Que San, are you truly a traitor?!”