Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 301 The Ghost Emperor's Identity

Did the high priest of the Spirit Ghost Clan just use his eyes to tell him what had happened to his tribe members?

Is the woman shrouded by the Chaos Immortal Bell the former Northern Ghost Emperor, the true god once known as Shen Tu?

Countless questions popped up in Du Fang's mind.

Du Fang had never thought that the real God that existed in the legend would actually be a human being.

Moreover, his magical power is only as strong as the bright moon and firefly compared to the cultivators who have reached the ninth level in the Nine Continents.

This woman, willing to be chopped into bones by an immortal weapon, used her own body to open up a space for her people, the spirit ghost clan, who believed in and respected her, at the moment of her death.

From the eyes of this high priest, he also saw the pain and despair of the spirit ghost clan under the doomsday painting of that year.

I finally understood the compassion for all living beings in his eyes.

The Linggui clan is also human, part of the human race. This is completely different from the legends of Jiuzhou and the records in ancient books.

This history, which took place before the Great Chaos, was hidden and unknown to people in later generations.

Only in this dark scroll can one witness the tragic scene of that year.

The spirit ghost clan is not the demon ghost in the legend.

Someone is misleading.

The corpses and the bamboos he saw today all looked like ancient humans, and were not the ghosts in the legends at all.

At this moment, in Du Fang's eyes, the high priest's figure had turned into a compassionate Bodhisattva.

As good thoughts arose in his heart, when Du Fang came to his senses, the high priest's eyes disappeared, the scene of catastrophe disappeared, everything disappeared.

Before his eyes, there were still countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The three of them stood there in a daze, only Youhuang had a gloomy expression as she glanced at the two of them one by one, but she didn't say a word and walked past silently.

The people they were stepping on at this moment were the people who died in the catastrophe that year.

Du Fang felt emotional and turned around to look at the high priest again.

Having lost the illusion, he looked like a stone sculpture, a monument, standing on a mountain of corpses, but there was no longer that terrifying aura emanating from him.

The two woke up drenched in sweat as if they had just had a big dream.

Until we got down from the mountain of corpses and walked onto flat ground again.

You Huangcai suddenly turned around and asked:

"Which of you two looked up just now?"

Du Fang was silent, and Bai Zhi followed suit.

"Did you all see that?"

"I see!" Du Fang nodded, and Bai Zhi also nodded.

The high priest's penetrating gaze had drawn them all into that catastrophe. It was as if they had personally experienced the pain of the Spirit Ghost Clan being annihilated.

"You lied to us!" Du Fang stared at You Huang, "Just now you said that if you looked up, you would die, but that's not true. You don't want us to know the history of the destruction of the Spirit Ghost Clan, right?"

You Huang's face was filled with a wry smile, as if he had no choice but to do so.

"It's not that I don't want you to know, but this secret cannot be spread outside. Once it gets out, if this secret is leaked, it will be retaliated by the Heavenly Dao... Your mortal bodies cannot withstand the power of the Heavenly Dao."

"Why do we know that the laws of nature will backfire?" Du Fang was a little confused.

"Since you two have seen it, you should know that in order to suppress His Majesty the Nether Emperor, the Emperor of Heaven used the Netherworld Scroll to include the entire Spirit Ghost Clan, as well as the continents and floating islands above the Sea of ​​Realm, into this immortal map."

"I know this. This is to silence the witnesses and prevent the news from leaking out!"

Bai Zhi said calmly, "The Heavenly Emperors of the upper realms have no mercy. In order to suppress the North Pole Ghost Emperor, even her followers were buried with her!"

You Huang nodded in appreciation:

"You're right. My Spirit Ghost Clan was once the original inhabitants of this Nether Sea. A catastrophe swept tens of millions of lives into this Netherworld scroll. To prevent death and the extinction of your clan, Your Majesty forcibly used her dying body to prop up this world. As a result, the Chaos Bell completely suppressed her!"

"Is your Majesty the legendary North Pole Ghost Emperor, the God Slayer? Why is such a domineering name used for a woman?"

Bai Zhi asked quietly, expressing the same question in Du Fang's mind.

"Because Your Majesty was once a saint of the Spirit Ghost Clan, you made a lifelong vow to eradicate all the ascenders, so you named yourself Shen Tu, implying the complete slaughter of all the gods in the upper realm."

"However, she still failed. With the three immortal weapons on her, she was completely trapped here... But..." Bai Zhi suddenly frowned.

"how?"

"Rumor has it in Jiuzhou that evil gods never die. They are all fallen Heavenly Emperors who, in order to achieve immortality, cut off their own realms and bury themselves in the earth, sleeping deep. They only absorb the souls of the dead and sleep, but they will eventually resurrect. But we have been gone for so long..."

Du Fang finally laughed:

"Have you noticed too? Everything here doesn't match the rumors outside. After thinking about it, there is only one possibility!"

"What's possible?"

"The Celestial Emperor of the Upper Realm is concealing the truth of that period of history. All those who resist them have been crucified as evil gods. The history of the Nine Divine Continents has been locked in the primordial shattering ten thousand years ago. During that time period, all previous history was erased from this world by the Celestial Emperor's immense magical power..."

Du Fang looked at You Huang's surprised face leisurely and said with a smile:

"I wonder if my guess is right?"

You Huang smiled: "You are indeed the one chosen by His Majesty. Nothing can escape your eyes!"

"We should go!"

Youhuang pointed at the endless void in front of him and looked into the distance, where he saw a faint golden light.

Bai Zhi also saw it. The glow was very small, like a bell, pressed on a floating island.

"Is that the place where your Majesty was suppressed by the Chaos Immortal Bell?"

You Huang sighed, "Yes, that is the burial place of the gods. It was once a rare genius among the spirits and ghosts, a rare ascender that took eight thousand years to appear. In the end, he was suppressed here!"

Du Fang looked back at the pile of corpses and blood, and still had a question in his mind, but he didn't ask it out loud. He knew that at the right time, the old woman would tell him.

"Let's go, His Majesty is still waiting for you!"

Bai Zhi looked at the endless void, with no bridge or road, and couldn't help asking, "How do I get here?"

Youhuang said nothing and stepped one foot into the void.

A magical scene began to appear:

When Youhuang stepped out of the floating island, two hands suddenly stretched out from the void. Both hands were full of white bones, without a trace of flesh and blood. These two hands pulled her feet up and supported them.

Then, countless bone hands appeared in the boundless void.

They formed a bridge that stretched into the distance, like a floating island of bells.

Bai Zhi tread very carefully, but Du Fang was very bold.

She walked forward with big strides. Since the Hades was the saint of the ghost clan, she would not make trouble for him by doing these things if she wanted to see him.

After walking for a long time, they still couldn't see the end. Du Fang was very curious and asked:

"These bone hands should be the former cultivators of the Spirit Ghost Clan, right?"

"You guessed correctly. When His Majesty destroyed the world, he propped up this space. Only a few cultivators survived, but they didn't live long. In the end, they were all trapped and died inside..."

There is countless sadness in the sound of the bamboo grove.

She had been one of these people.