"The wind is unpredictable, but the one who masters it remains constant."
Xu Qing gazed three feet away from the ground, urging the wind.
The next moment, the alternating hot and cold parting wind swept through the Ghost Realm of the Yin Kingdom, between the cold and the heat, the bone-eroding parting wind stirred the ancient Yin River's aura, while the warm spring uniting wind devoured the surrounding Yin energies.
Under the influence of the cycle of seasons' birth and destruction, the Ghost Realm changed dramatically.
The Many Tribulations Ghost King's vision went black, unable to see Xu Qing's figure with countless azure and yellow qi in view!
"In spring, grass and trees grow; in autumn, leaves fall from all things. One unites, one parts – one births, one destroys."
A steady and unhurried voice came from all directions, and the parting wind relentlessly stripped away the Ghost King's connection to the extended Ghost Realm.
As cracks appeared in the Ghost Realm, shrinking from a thirty-li radius to a ten-li radius, and even three to five-li, the Many Tribulations Ghost King's mind was greatly shocked.
"You have obtained the three Netherworld Divine Techniques!"
The Many Tribulations Ghost King manipulated nine cauldrons to revolve rapidly around his body, projecting one or two state cauldrons each moment, yet every time, they missed, unable to harm Xu Qing at all.
With the waxing and waning, under the corrosive parting wind, the Ghost King was not only unable to contend with Xu Qing but was also suffering severe damage himself.
"In a thousand years, you are the only enemy to force me to use all my means; losing to me is no disgrace to you."
The Many Tribulations Ghost King grinned, then suddenly opened his jaws wide, spewing dense and substantive Yin death gas from his mouth, which gathered into a dark cloud mist above the crown.
In the midst of the mist, a thousand-year Ghost King Inner Pill spun rapidly.
Now, besides the Yin Kingdom Ghost Realm and the nine cauldrons, the Ghost King had no other Divine Techniques left. The only weapon against the enemy was his refined Ghost King Inner Pill.
Black light covered the Ghost Realm, and relying on his own abundant magical power, the Many Tribulations Ghost King forced the parting wind of Xu Qing to dissipate with the inner pill.
Not far from the Ghost King's side, Xu Qing withdrew his parting wind lure, frowning at the 'Black Pill' overhead.
His parting wind was still lacking in potency. If given enough time to cultivate it to the extreme, then just one breath of parting wind could strip a True Cultivator's soul, dispersing their flesh and bone, blowing away the true spirits of ghostly beings like the Ghost King, causing their life flames to extinguish instantly.
The Ghost King compressed the Ghost Realm to its limit, his gaze fell on the silent Xu Qing, and with a hoarse voice said: "A Corpse Monster's soul cannot leave the body, can't condense an inner pill. What means do you have left? I don't believe you can produce Netherworld Divine Techniques..."
Before the Ghost King's words were finished, he saw Xu Qing holding a mountain-opening axe in his hand, feeling a force more terrifying than parting wind and Profound Lady sword techniques; a power ripple had already exceeded his understanding.
Netherworld Divine Techniques? Impossible! Even gods shouldn't have such powers!
The Ghost King couldn't imagine the status of the thirty-six celestial axes, which were considered taboo even by the gods.
For the last stance of the celestial axe had the power to open the heavens and the earth, which transcended the realm of mortal and even immortal paths.
Ghost fire frantically danced in the hollow eyes of the Ghost King, and the origin Yin Fire in his chest almost came to a halt, large "danger" characters flashing in his mind.
Escape! Must escape!
The Ghost King almost discarded all his magical artifacts.
At this moment, while Xu Qing's mountain-opening axe was yet to swing, the surrounding air currents were already boiling like hot water!
In almost an instant, Xu Qing absorbed nearly all mountain forest magical power and stacked the celestial axe technique to the twenty-fourth layer.
With a dull explosive sound tearing through the Ghost Realm, a white rainbow axe shadow with the power to break mountains and rivers, carrying the destruction of all things, cleaved towards the inner pill in front of the Ghost King!
Ghost Realm shattered, state cauldron shattered, imperial seal shattered, royal sword disintegrated...
The Ghost King's eyes bulged, and at the last moment, he withdrew the Ghost King Dharma appearance and crushed a Jade Talisman. As the boundary stele issued a thunderous noise, the Ghost King's figure had already vanished at the stele.
Xu Qing furrowed his brow tightly. In front of him, a deep axe mark appeared half a hand span wide on the fractured boundary stele.
Logically, the twenty-four layers of celestial axe should not say be undefeated but at least not have difficulty destroying one stele; even a hundred thousand steles wouldn't be much trouble. Yet the boundary stele in front only had a deep mark.
No wonder the Ghost King wanted to cling to the boundary stele...
Xu Qing suppressed the confusion in his heart, disregarded the depleting mountain forest magical power, and in a flash threw a relying flag, pursuing through the closing Ghost Realm behind the stele.
He didn't expect the Ghost King dared open a path to the mortal world to escape into the mundane.
But could he allow the opponent to escape?
Certainly not!
The unresolved enmity between him and this old neighbor, he must seize this opportunity to completely resolve the hidden threat beside his pillow.
...
Above the Baisha River, spanning over a hundred li in Jinmen Prefecture.
Quietly standing above the river, the Ghost King seemed to be deliberately waiting for Xu Qing.
In the fading Ghost Realm, Xu Qing's figure flashed.
Upon seeing the Ghost King wearing a battle-worn Dragon Robe, hair unkempt, lost in the mundane smokey fire on the distant riverbank, Xu Qing frowned involuntarily.
He suddenly remembered something...
Looking at the worldly smoke and fire, the Ghost King, whose Emperor's Crown was lost somewhere, his gaze seemed to return a thousand years back, when he was still the worldly mortal emperor; yet now...
The Emperor's Crown would eventually fall to the ground, and his fate was already sealed.
In the Yin River's mausoleum, having played the role of a king for a thousand years, the Ghost King suddenly showed a relieved smile.