Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan had asked similar questions to the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance before, but the old turtle simply refused to answer him no matter what.

After spending all these years together, there was still some friendship between them, so it was not like Li Qingshan could threaten to destroy the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes again.

Of course, the primary reason was because even threats would be useless. He would still have to look for the answers to those questions himself at the end of the day.

"When will you undergo the sixth heavenly tribulation?"

"Very soon."

After overcoming his mental shackles, Rāhu Xiaoming became filled with even greater fighting spirit. He gazed out at the Asura realm. This had once been his territory, his homeland.

He spread his fingers and reached into the distance before suddenly closing his hand. "I will definitely take back what I've lost!"

"Fight on, Xiaoming!" Li Qingshan pumped his hand and called out.

Rāhu Xiaoming exhaled. Something sounded amiss. "Can you call me Ming?" Just how much do you like the word "xiao"?

"Ming? To think you could even come up with something like that. Is this supposed to be some third-rate romance story? Haha!" Li Qingshan mocked his tastes openly.

Rāhu Xiaoming ground his teeth. "Then call me Rāhu Ming!"

"Sure, Xiaoming! See you, Xiaoming!"

Rāhu Xiaoming said nothing more, directly swinging his hand at him.

With a great boom, the earth split open as a deep gully, but he missed.

Li Qingshan's figure gradually faded away like an image in a mirror. He waved his hand and smiled. "I'm not going to play with you anymore. I need to focus on the war too."

"Let me know if you need help."

"That won't be necessary. It's just some small, boring wars. You would probably find them boring too."

Li Qingshan shut his eyes before opening them again.

Under a pale-white, crescent moon, a great mountain stood tall. A lone city towered as if it pierced the sky.

The war had already lasted most of the night, but the enemies continued to resist stubbornly.

However, this was not a battlefield of the Demon domain.

Ever since the battle against Taowu, Black Cloud city had entered an unprecedented state of peace.

The monks of the Pure Land sect had already pushed the "human pure land" right up to Cold Blood pass. There was not a single guard in there.

If they continued forging ahead, it was completely possible for them to claim Cold Blood pass and replace Black Cloud city with it. However, after a series of considerations, he decided against this idea.

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The Human realm had always been defensive towards the Demon domain. Under such a circumstance, giving up Black Cloud city that was far more crucial and venturing further into the Demon domain was not anything good. After all, it warranted attention, and attention was never good.

As a result, he ordered the soldiers to destroy Cold Blood pass and the valley behind it in the most thorough way possible, limiting the possibility of attacks from the Demon domain to the greatest extent. Sure enough, the Demon domain had given him what he wanted too. There were many years of peace as if they had completely given up on attacking this region.

He suspected that Taowu played a role in this, and perhaps Qiongqi too. Before he knew it, he had already formed a feud with two gods, and he was still alive.

Recently, he often dreamt of a bloody river, meandering through who knew how far. It seemed as if it crossed through time, flowing from the primordial times till now.

The Nether River was said to be the first river carved out in the world. Its flow demarcated time and formed fate, such that even gods could not turn their backs on oaths sworn to it.

Whenever he dreamt, he would be slightly closer to it, so close that he could already see the surging waves in the bloody river.

As a result, he understood that the day he faced Qiongqi was getting closer and closer.

The visit to the Demon domain would definitely be happening.

Many people envied the peace and quiet he enjoyed during his time as the "first senior brother", but little did they know that the war had not changed at all.

The aura of death filled the land. The deep craving of hunger was like a hole, yet also like fire, making him lick his lips.

Xiao An passed a tender, glistening arm over. "Want some?"

"I just got questioned earlier whether I need to eat as a clone. My Xiao An is still the considerate one. Sigh, what a hungry Hungry Ghost realm!"

The great winds whistled past his ears as a giant dragon meandered through the sky. That was the dragon corpse left behind by the previous first senior brother, Lin Xuan. After being converted by the Trisepultural Robes, he began to move once more. His golden scales were gilded silvery-white now, glistening under the moonlight like a silver ribbon.

Li Qingshan held Xiao An in his arms, standing on the dragon's head between the horns. The night wind filled his face.

Beneath, the undead soldiers amounted to a million, like mountains and waves, attacking the lone city wave after wave.

Several dozen Corpse Sovereigns and Ghost Sovereigns gathered in the lone city that was on the brink of falling, frantically discussing a countermeasure. They were originally the rulers of this land. In order to avoid mutual bloodshed, they all occupied a territory of their own.

Yet now, they were forced to band together to fend off the powerful enemy.

That was because all the Corpse and Ghost Sovereigns that did not do that in this region either died or surrendered. To them, there was no difference between the two. The latter was even worse as a matter of fact.

Yet now, they discovered to their surprise that it was useless even if they banded together. The undead army under their command was far greater than the enemy, but they stood no chance at all under the waves of attacks. They were already on the verge of collapse.

A Corpse Sovereign bellowed, "Impossible. How can low-level undead be so disciplined?"

Unless they were invading other worlds, the Hungry Ghost realm rarely experienced large-scale warfare. Some would occur every now and then, but it was basically just everyone swarming up together. It was almost no different from a gang war.

The undead were different from the living. They were not suited for battle.

Corpses moved sluggishly and possessed lower intelligence. Ghosts drifted about with instability and were deranged. They were basically a group of people with either mental or physical disabilities. They only possessed such a strong desire to devour under the urgings of their hunger.

The Corpse Sovereigns and Demon Sovereigns could use corpse and ghost control techniques to turn them into cannon fodder, but they could not organise them into a true army.

However, the undead that currently attacked the city all followed orders strictly, demonstrating great discipline. Most unbelievably, they could even condense army qi.

Regular undead armies could also gather their aura to strengthen their leader. It seemed rather similar to army qi, but it was actually yin qi. Suppressing the undeads' desires to devour one another was already extremely difficult. Uniting their wills and gathering army qi was basically just a pipe dream.

Yet, something that was supposed to be impossible just happened right before their eyes.

The mountains of corpses and seas of ghosts marched forwards, rapidly growing closer.

Li Qingshan shook his head. "Tsk. These guys don't understand the art of war at all!"

His scarlet eyes shone brightly within the darkness, demonic yet also stunning to look at.

The Nightmare Tiger's Demonic Eye was one of the tiger demon's innate abilities. It could stun the foe in battle, but it was basically useless if he encountered any extremely powerful enemies.

This rather useless innate ability had instead played a wondrous role in the war within the Hungry Ghost realm.

That was because it could overwhelm the feeble existences, twisting and consolidating their minds such that they completely yielded to the tiger demon, becoming haunts.

Low-level undead possessed lower intelligence or were deranged, so they were extremely easy to convert into haunts.

This was completely different from regular corpse and ghost control techniques. Haunts did not require any effort for him to control. They whole-heartedly served the tiger demon.

They immediately became the most loyal of soldiers, no longer disabled mentally or physically. They sacrificed themselves for the bigger picture, wholeheartedly serving the tiger.

Li Qingshan twisted his neck. "Time to give them the final strike!"

A Ghost Sovereign called out, "Don't you know whose subordinates we are?"

"You're all subordinates of the Unadorned Ghost Immortal, which is why this city is called Unadorned city."