Immortal Creation.

Chapter 636 What I Can't Forget is the Path of Dao

Hades.

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

The River of Oblivion roars and surges beneath the city, flowing ceaselessly.

The dark blue skeletons slowly grew from the bottom of the River of Oblivion, and after countless years, they finally emerged from the water and grew into countless spires.

The Immortal City of Oblivion is built on the foundation of these towering skeletal towers, above the River of Oblivion!
The City Lord's Mansion of the Lord of Wangchuan is located atop the tallest skeletal spire.

He sat upright on his throne, placing the jade slip in his hand on the table.

The jade slip contained a report from the vanguard general, mentioning that the entire army was applying the Death Sound Overlapping Peak ointment on schedule, preparing for the siege.

"Nearly a century has passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, we have reached the final juncture..." Lord Wangchuan's gaze became slightly unfocused.

Before he knew it, he had stood up, walked to the window, looked out, and looked down at the Immortal City of Forgotten River.

This is the highest point of the Immortal City of Oblivion.

A cold wind blew across the skeleton, carrying wisps of rust and the scent of souls, and also stirred the pale hair of Lord Wanchuan.

He was dressed in a black robe, tall and thin, with his hands behind his back. After surveying the immortal city, he gazed into the distance.

His face was somewhat withered, with wrinkles spreading around the corners of his eyes and the edges of his cheekbones.

His eyes were incredibly deep, like the entrance to a dark abyss. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if countless tiny, distorted faces were silently wailing, laughing, and annihilating within his pupils.

Countless scenes are created and destroyed, unfolding one after another of life and death, love and hate.

His lips were thin and hard, as if carved by a knife. Two deep nasolabial folds snaked down from the sides of his nose, cutting straight into the corners of his taut mouth, like two heavy shackles, sealing away countless words.

The resentment of passing years, the heavy burden of loneliness, the weariness of seeking the truth... all these emotions have been transformed into these deep furrows, etched on his face, revealing a will that is more enduring and stubborn than death itself.

Lord Wangchuan had a very clear understanding of the situation: "This time, in order to refine the Heavenly Ghost Skull, I launched the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Tribulation Ceremony."

"My old enemies and powerful neighbors must have realized what's going on after this period of time."

"Even if they don't know what the acquired talent within the Heavenly Ghost Skull is, they can judge its value to me simply from my massive action!"

"Therefore, they will definitely take action to stop me from attaining enlightenment!"

Just as I was thinking this, a subordinate brought me urgent intelligence—

"My Lord, unrest has broken out on the Bone-Melting Border. The Spore Cult and the Corpse-Rotting Marquis are at odds, and both sides are deploying their forces at full speed. The situation is deteriorating too quickly and requires urgent mediation."

"If we don't act quickly, these two forces may clash violently!"

The subordinates looked at Lord Wangchuan with reverence and anticipation.

Lord Wangchuan, however, continued to gaze out the window, thinking to himself, "So, the first ones to come looking for trouble are the two of you."

The Spore Cult Leader and the Corpse Lord have always been at odds and frequently clash. Since their respective factions are located in the Bone-Melting Borderlands, which falls under the jurisdiction of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, the Lord of the River of Oblivion often personally intervenes to mediate their disputes.

Whoever is weaker, the Lord of the River of Oblivion will secretly favor them.

Thanks to his balancing act, the Bone-Changing Frontier maintained a fragile balance, with no major power dominating the area.

Now that they see that Lord Wangchuan is busy refining the Heavenly Ghost Skull, the two sides have tacitly gathered their forces and set up their formations, hoping to take the opportunity to annihilate the other side and make their own side the dominant force in the region!

Even though Lord Wangchuan saw through their scheme, he still had to praise them, saying that the two had seized this rare opportunity.

In this situation, Lord Wangchuan really can't personally intervene to mediate!

"This is more of a proper test."

"Once I've decided not to head to the frontier, these people will start to pull their strings one after another."

Lord Wangchuan had already foreseen the upcoming changes in events.

Yangjian.

White Paper Immortal City.

The city lord's clone led Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi to the city's treasury.

"This is the Bone Blade Battle Banner." The city lord's clone first displayed a military banner.

The flagpole of the military flag was neither wood nor iron, but was made of countless tiny, pale bones tightly spliced ​​together. The top was not a spearhead, but a ball of eerie fire with a ghastly green flame.

The flag itself was so thin it was almost transparent, as if it had been tanned from the skin of someone who had died unjustly, cold and slippery. The flag was blank, without any painting on it; only after Qingchi had refined it would the two large characters "Qingjiao" appear.

"These are the Crescent Moon Greatsword and the Sky-Splitting Spear," the city lord's clone continued.

The Crescent Moon Blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, its blade not smooth but covered with fine, intricate cracks, like broken ice. Deep within these cracks, a pale blue moonlight flowed and flickered slowly.

The tip of the Sky-Splitting Spear is made of layers of tightly rolled, compressed, and glued talisman paper. The tip is sharp, while the middle section has a fluffy texture as if it is about to collapse.

As Ning Zhuo brandished his spear, he heard a tearing sound like books being ripped apart.

“These are all black blood paper horses.”

The paper horses were tall and emaciated. Their skeletons were made of rolled-up black cardboard, while their "flesh" was made of translucent grayish-white talisman paper. The talisman paper was very thin, and one could vaguely see that inside their chest cavities, there was a ball of ghastly green ghost fire, the size of a human head, pulsating and burning violently, serving as the driving core.

Two deep, solidified ink marks at the horse's eye point, hollow and lifeless.

Finally, at the deepest part of the warehouse, there was a small, exquisite paper soldier camp, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

The city lord explained it simply: "This is a ritual military camp, which allows cultivation armies to avoid the pain and tedium of setting up camp when stationed in the wild. Just by activating it, a military camp can be erected on flat ground immediately."

“The key point is that this military camp also has an altar where people can offer sacrifices to various spirits and pray.”

"Of course, we are fighting a defensive war, so we don't need this kind of sacrificial military camp."

A glint of light flashed deep in Ning Zhuo's eyes.

The city lord's clone stretched out his arm, drew a half circle with his finger, and exclaimed, "As you can see, these are all military weapons."

"In the past, our city tried many times to build a cultivation army."

"These weapons were specifically prepared for the establishment of an army."

"I never expected that they would come in handy in this way."

The city lord's clone looked at Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi.

She was quite hopeful that this new army could be used by the White Paper Immortal City. However, the Azure Scorching Army had already been completely infiltrated by the Myriad Manifestations Sect, but fortunately, the result wasn't too bad.

Since Ning Zhuo is Meng Yaoyin's son and has not yet joined the Myriad Manifestations Sect, this relationship makes it entirely possible to win him over.

On the other hand, Qingchi is also a native of the Ghost Clan and highly approves of the rule of Baizhi Immortal City.

Ning Zhuo sighed, "To be honest, I never imagined that the army building would be so rapid. It has already reached the stage of weaponry."

"With your sponsorship, Lord City Lord, the Qingjiao Army has been established!"

The city lord's avatar said, "No, this isn't a free donation; it's going to cost money. If possible, consider it a loan. Our White Paper Immortal City will also be forming a new army in the future." Qing Chi hurriedly replied, "Lending it to us is a huge help, and we are deeply grateful!"

Ning Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "It must be a bit difficult for Baizhi Immortal City to form a new army."

The paper doll snorted coldly: "If it were just my White Paper Immortal City in charge, the new army would have been established long ago. It's just a pity that the damp and murky swamp is sandwiched between the two countries, serving as a buffer zone. Nobody wants to see any military forces here!"

At this point, the paper doll sighed and looked up: "Although the damp and murky swamp is vast and sparsely populated with a unique environment, it is not a lawless place. There will always be various forces guarding against, suppressing, and excluding it, and there are all kinds of entanglements and obstacles. It is too difficult to accomplish anything significant."

Qing Chi remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

Ning Zhuo then comforted him, saying, "Lord City Lord, that's just how the world is. It's not just White Paper Immortal City. Think about it carefully. Even a cultivation country like Liangzhu Kingdom has to plan for a long time and think three steps ahead for every step they take. If they really want to accomplish something great, they have to resist the obstruction of their neighboring countries."

"Regardless of the size of their power or their location, as long as cultivators exist, there will be this fierce competition. Isn't that right?"

Hades.

Lord Wangchuan sighed inwardly, "Even as the ruler of a prefecture, it is still incredibly difficult to accomplish anything significant."

Ever since the standoff between the Spore Cult and the Corpse Lord, and the day that Lord Wangchuan failed to intervene, one bad piece of news after another has been reported to him for a decision.

A powerful being named Dan Yan travels throughout the underworld, challenging the strongest beings in each place he visits.

He was almost led to the River of Oblivion in the underworld.

Lord Wangchuan had been paying attention to this matter for some time and immediately dispatched manpower to thwart the enemy's plot, causing Shan Yan to ultimately choose a different path.

In the Dust Evil Cave, a dust crocodile at the Nascent Soul level broke through the seal, rushed out of the crocodile cave, and wreaked havoc, slaughtering villages and towns everywhere.

After the incident, the Wangchuan Underworld reacted very quickly, immediately dispatching powerful forces. However, these forces all failed, and some even encountered bandits and robbers on the way, suffering heavy losses and having to abandon their mission halfway.

After much deliberation, Lord Wangchuan finally ordered the dispatch of border troops.

The border troops successfully wiped out the dust crocodiles, but also suffered heavy losses and rested on the spot.

This means that the border defenses of the Wangchuan Underworld have been greatly weakened, and their weaknesses have been exposed to the eyes of surrounding forces.

"Urgent report!" The subordinate looked anxious, but unlike before, he had a happy expression on his face.

"What is it?" Lord Wangchuan asked curiously.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, the cultivator you instructed has appeared at Baiweidangkou!" the subordinate hurriedly reported.

Lord Wangchuan seemed momentarily dazed.

"is her……"

That was the former wife of the prefect, whom he truly loved and had promised to cherish and support her through thick and thin.

However, in order to obtain the subsequent cultivation techniques, he abandoned his first wife and chose the beloved daughter of the previous king.

After usurping the throne, the Lord of Wangchuan expanded his underworld territory three times, found his first wife, and wanted to bring her back to be his queen.

His wife, already heartbroken and disillusioned with love, resolutely refused.

She hid in Baiweidang and rarely went out.

Lord Wangchuan has stationed people at Baiwei Pond all year round, hoping to receive the first news of his wife appearing at the pond.

Every time, he would rush there at full speed to meet his wife, and even though he was met with cold shoulders and rejection every time, he was happy to accept it.

After a while, even the solid ice showed signs of melting.

His wife's attitude gradually changed, and one day she asked him, "Will you abandon me again?"

"I control a prefecture and am the king. What is there for me to abandon you for?" At that moment, the Lord of Wangchuan did not hesitate and gazed at his wife with deep affection. "Come back, come back to my side."

His wife hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and disappeared into the white-tailed pond.

Memories of the past surfaced in the mind of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, only to be destroyed by his sharp, sinister gaze.

"Someone must have secretly instigated this, making my wife appear in Dangkou at this time!"

"What a vicious method! This is meant to disrupt my Daoist mind."

Lord Wangchuan was absolutely certain that if he didn't reunite with his wife this time, she would be extremely disappointed and see his true colors. Not only would decades of his efforts be wasted, but he might never have another chance!

Lord Wangchuan gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a rare, ferocious expression.

He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his knuckles bulged.

He wanted to roar in anger, to raise his arms and howl to the sky, but in the end he did not.

He loosened his fist, his expression turning cold again. He glanced at the subordinate who was reporting and simply said, "Step down."

Yangjian.

White Paper Immortal City.

"You may all step back," Ning Zhuo said, waving his hand.

"Yes, sir!" Peanut Ghost and the others responded in unison, then respectfully took a few steps back before turning around and leaving the living room.

Only Ning Zhuo and Wen Ruanyu remained in the living room.

Wen Ruanyu said, "These ghost generals were not only examined by me, but even the city lord himself personally investigated them thoroughly."

"They are fine and can be trusted!"

Previously, the Wangchuan Underworld had successively dispatched Golden Core warriors, secretly sending them to the White Paper Immortal City through spies, causing much damage, and many were also captured alive.

After Zheng Shoumo was still alive, he was mainly responsible for recruiting these Golden Core level ghost generals.

Even these ghost generals were unaware of his identity as a traitor.

The investigation results now show that Zheng Shoumo followed the rules and did his job conscientiously in accepting the surrender, without arranging any backup plans or secrets.

"These ghost generals can indeed be used, but they're best used for city defense. Who knows what their reaction would be if we led them back to the underworld!"

Ning Zhuo thought of drawing troops from the Qingjiao Army, as these ghost generals were a valuable fighting force that could strengthen the city's defenses.

The big-headed boy looked at Wen Ruanyu: "Senior Wen, have you made any progress on the sacrificial text you examined?"

This was the real reason he arranged to meet Wen Ruanyu.

Wen Ruanyu replied, "You guessed right. This sacrificial text is a Confucian method, a ritual to worship the heavens!"

"However, the object of the sacrifice is not the world of the living, but the world of the dead."

"The text is incomplete and profound. I have only studied some of it, but I hope it can be of some help to you."

Ning Zhuo turned to the side, leaning towards Wen Ruanyu: "This junior is all ears."

Wen Ruanyu then explained, "To break this ritual, it's actually quite simple: find the central location and disrupt it using Confucian methods."

(End of this chapter)