Spirit Vessel

Chapter 1112: Attacking The Gate Of Hell

“Whoosh!” Miasma came out of the walls. Inside were fiend riders with blades, ready to devour fleshes.

“No mercy!”

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Grandpa Yu actually retreated backward because the horde resembled an ocean.

Anyone else would be trembling with fear after seeing this. Nonetheless, he remained composed and created a golden barrier for protection.

Any fiend coming in contact with the barrier evaporated into smoke. They kept on hitting it like fireflies.

“Woman, how dare you return? Seems like I should have killed you last time but you won’t be as lucky now.” Lord of Chaos’ arrogant voice came from inside.

The woman in blue swept the air with a bamboo branch, destroying thousands of fiends in the blink of an eye. Her skin was as fair as a flawless jewel.

As she walked toward the gate, she said: “Lotus Saintess killed you because of all the heinous sins you have committed but she did not destroy your soul. After taking pity on you, she even helped you with the ghost dao, allowing you to become the lord of the first gate. Not only did you refuse to repent, you even schemed against her during her weakest moment and made her die sooner. Worst of all, you even took her soul. A pathetic wretch such as yourself should not live in this world.”

“Hmph, the gates of hell have rules, you intruders deserve death!” Lord of Chaos scowled.

A skeletal claw manifested into reality and carried an unspeakable stench of blood. It came straight for the blue-dress woman.

“Break!” Grandpa Yu utilized a move from the white tiger specialized in dealing with yin creatures - Corpse Slicer. His hand traveled like a blade and severed the claw into a pile of bones.

Feiyun summoned his weapon essence and created a sword domain around him, purifying any fiend daring to get close.

He also borrowed the Ghost Sacred Bottle from Yao Ji for this trip. He summoned it and it sucked tens of thousands of fiends.

“Hell Yama, Qilin Monarch.” He also released the puppets.

Hell Yama was made from the energy of hell so these fiends were delicious meals. It opened its mouth and sucked in everything nearby.

Qilin Monarch had the soul of King Zhuanlun and the vitality of a pseudo-saint qilin. With just one punch, it took down a mountainous fiend and absorbed its energy.

Alas, the horde of fiends seemed endless. The sky was entirely black with dots.

“Is there no way to break the gate?” Feiyun continued killing his way in.

“There is one, Witchcraft God had done so before.” The turtle said.

“How?”

“The blood of a saint can open this gate.” The turtle said.

“Why bother telling me this, where am I going to find a saint or a drop of blood?” Feiyun wanted to kick him.

“We don’t have a saint, but we have a sacred fruit. No seals and formations can stop it. Laoshi, remove that seal for us.” The turtle gently patted the fruit like a grandpa doting on his grandchildren.

The fruit turned into a black beam and knocked all the fiends out of the way before hitting the gate.

It seemed as if it was entering a water barrier, piercing through the surface and disappearing from sight.

“Even this hell gate can’t stop it.” Feiyun changed his weapon essence into a spear, eviscerating a three-headed fiend that was riding a hellhound.

As he came closer, he felt a monstrous pressure coming from the gate. Numerous heavenly dao pressed down on him but strangely enough, the moment they came in contact with the black armor, they automatically retreated.

This was completely different from his first visit. That time, he couldn’t even get within a hundred miles before feeling his organs being squished together.

“This armor is not bad at all, it can resist the power of hell.” He murmured.

“Boom!” Finally, a loud explosion could be heard throughout the battlefield.

“The gate is open, who did it?!”

“What?!” Chaos came from inside. A few powerful specters tried to forcefully close it.

However, Grandpa Yu teleported to the front of the gate, turning his hands into tiger claws, and pushed the gate back out through the gap.

“Raa!” He let out a terrifying roar and reduced them to strands of smoke.

He was the first to break in with the blue-dress woman right behind him.

“Capture them!” Feiyun utilized the bottle to capture all the fiends nearby and called his puppets over as well.

Entering the gate was akin to entering a new world.

The spirit energy here was completely different. It had a high concentration of yin and death energy - impossible for a regular cultivator to absorb.

“This is ghost energy, not spirit energy. Conserve your energy or you will die here.” The turtle seemed familiar with this place.

The fruit drilled out of the ground and came over to the turtle: “Grandpa, it’s too cold here, do you have another shell for me to wear?”

“I only have one and it’s not available to borrow.” The turtle said.

“Why don’t I have one?”

“Cause you’re not a turtle.”

“But I’m your grandson…”

“Well…” The turtle acted mysterious: “You’re too young right now, you’ll grow one later.”

“Oh.”

This place was dark with a bone-biting coldness. There were spatial cracks everywhere with hell essences oozing out.

Anything not belonging to the yin world would be corroded by these essences. Feiyun carefully maneuvered around the gap since falling into hell meant certain death.

“Whoosh!” A fifth-level ghost monarch flew out from a well in full armor. He swung his saber against Feiyun.

Feiyun swooped down and thrust his weapon essence to stop the slash. The shockwave alone numbed his hands.

“Die!” He sent a saint energy through the weapon essence and destroyed the saber.

“Keke! Only death awaits you, intruder.” The ghost monarch issued nefarious laughter.

Feiyun snorted and used the ghost bottle to suck all the yin energy nearby. The monarch’s expression soured as he turned back into black smoke, flying toward the well.

Feiyun hurriedly focused the bottle on the well. It was bottomless and it took a while for him to reach the bottom.

He saw flesh and bones along with creepy squirming from unknown creatures. They let out sounds resembling both laughter and crying. The ghost monarch was nowhere in sight.

He then saw lost souls appearing - both the old and young.

“The saintess’ soul is still more important.” Feiyun gave up on pursuing the monarch and wanted to leave as soon as possible after accomplishing his mission. This was not a place for living people.

The moment he got out of the well, he sensed that something was off and summoned his trigram seal.

“Boom!” His barrier was nearly destroyed by a monstrous attack.

If it wasn’t for his quick reaction and awareness, he would have suffered serious damage.

There was a total of four fifth-level ghost monarchs surrounding the well, one of them being the first monarch that he had met.

They looked similar and had flames in their eyes.