I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3982: Chapter 1900: Audience with the King_2

"Gulp."

The sound of swallowing saliva rang out.

The screams were suddenly subdued into deathly silence.

In a flash, there came the hissing sound of tens of gusts of wind, the scattered ghost fires igniting again around the fat-faced ghost.

The firelight reflected off each other.

It was a mass of ghosts, each with different forms, squeezed together.

They were surrounded by a circle of "flesh and skin," with sharp fangs growing all around, as if they were being "eaten" by something.

"I..."

Hongniang’s eyes were already blurred.

In fact, the Golden Apricot had a night vision function, but she didn’t know if it would work in this darkness.

But now, her fingertips were so cold that they were hard to lift, and she didn’t dare to illuminate this world from the bottom of her heart.

She was afraid of revealing something even more terrifying!

"Hah!"

But fear was useless.

A huge ghost fire ignited itself above.

Now everyone could see clearly that the creature that had swallowed the energy bodies of more than a dozen fat fierce ghosts was a maggot hundreds of feet long!

"Hahahaha..."

All around, hundreds more ghost fires lit up.

Their pupils trembled as similar "maggot ghosts" densely packed the surroundings, pressing against each other, as though even larger ghosts were outside?

"I, I..."

Hongniang’s teeth chattered, and her nape grew cold, "Brothers, Ghost Buddha Realm, shouldn’t be here, right?"

Hah!

Just as she finished speaking, countless ghost fires lit up all around.

The entire dark world burst into starlight, dense with tens of thousands of ghost fires, all kinds of strangely shaped ghost eyes.

The cultivators from the five regions, whether inside the Divine Palace of Yin Cao or seeing through the Golden Apricot...

Gasped together.

Because there were too many ghosts!

The fat-faced ghost was just the smallest unit, the maggot ghosts with their bellies full of ghosts and spilling out at the corners of their mouths, were just the foot soldiers under various Oxhead and Horseface above.

Even these beast-like ghosts pressed against each other, and further up were skeletal bone dragons, black-robed corpses, and long-tongued monsters covered in boiling filth...

These ghosts had stacked up thousands of feet high, but they too were compressed together!

Higher up were high-level fierce ghost energy bodies wielding weapons like knives and chains, yet they were also squeezed, because even further up there was more!

There were tiger-skin lanterns that swallowed and spat lava, hanging winged black bats, and jointed longworms covered in greasy black soil...

"Ugh!"

The ghost fires illuminated the darkness, and the Spiritual Cultivators who saw this scene couldn’t help but retch.

Hongniang nearly vomited all her last night’s meal mixed with bile, and suddenly became disoriented, feeling herself growing larger, the world shrinking.

From a first-person perspective, she was lifted into the air, able to look down like a bird.

At this view, she almost fainted on the spot.

The entire dark world was actually covered with writhing worms and ghosts, even the soft "earth" beneath was the same.

Spiritual Cultivators were minuscule like dust in comparison.

But these ghosts were merely stacked together, forming an immeasurable "ghost flesh wall" miles long and high.

Fierce ghosts built a wall, the flesh wall towered to the skies.

When the vision lifted higher, to another level.

Hongniang could hardly bear to look, lifting the Golden Apricot downward, letting her braver brothers look for her, while she squinted her eyes to slits.

She still saw with sadness...

Similar flesh walls really filled the entire "Yin Cao," twisting and winding, roughly dividing into ten complete flesh wall worlds.

Each world almost as large as one of the five domains of Shengshen Continent, but in Yin Cao, a world meant a city.

Ten ghost cities, each with an imposing Ghost Hall at its center.

Around the Ghost Hall, disciplined soldiers stood guard.

Standing hundreds of feet tall, holding halberds and spears.

This was the Yin Cao, the real "ghosts" who were considered normal people, who got a position and could move freely.

The ten halls were magnificent.

With a start, sounds arose, and over the ten halls, "giants" clad in armor rose skyward.

Hongniang nearly fainted, her consciousness sinking.

Like her, Spiritual Cultivators, and all five domain cultivators who saw this in the Ghost Buddha Realm, were innumerable.

Xiao Kongtong was also among the Divine Palace; his consciousness too was lifted to the sky.

When he saw these ten giants, when he felt their familiarity.

Only then did he realize that the ones who defeated him were these ten things, plus an Intent Sword.

And in fact, the "Ten Yama Lords" he saw when attacked by Sword Deity Hua were merely a fraction of their power manifest in the world of the living.

In the netherworld, in Yin Cao, here, their true power and status were revealed.

But...

Was this the ultimate?

After the Ten Yama Lords appeared, they also dared not speak loudly, just knelt on one knee, and greeted further above.

The sky of the dark world lit up completely.

Two illusory figures, one black and one white, appeared in the void, their huge interlocking scythes grasping the door rings, opening the dark Gate of Fengdu.

"Yin Cao..."

Yue Gongnu’s thoughts froze, her face horrified as she realized something.

The fierce ghost flesh wall and the Ten Realms City were not the entire Divine Palace of Yin Cao, only its outskirts!

The door opened by the black and white duo led to the real interior of Fengdu, the Gate of Fengdu!

"Buzz—"

The heavy, ancient bronze door slowly swung open.

The firm convictions of the five region cultivators about their own Great Path gradually crumbled.

Shock was no longer adequate to describe the inner emotions of those who witnessed this; perhaps despair was?

Demi-saint, Holy Emperor, Ancestral God...

Seemingly three steps away, but in fact as hard to reach as heaven.

Perhaps the existence of the five-region Cage Theory, the limits of thought, was the best protection for the lower-level Spiritual Cultivators?