Immortal Creation.

Chapter 647 Lord of the River of Oblivion vs. Lord of the Ghost Fire
Ning Zhuo was puzzled, sensing that the Buddhist physician Meng Yaoyin had an unspoken meaning, but he couldn't figure it out.

Unable to figure it out, he immediately used his divine sense to inquire.

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be fully revealed. Although the way of destiny is profound and extraordinary, excessive misuse will incur divine retribution."

"Especially some things, if you know them in advance, will inevitably trigger the intervention of heaven and earth, causing drastic changes in the future, deviating from your calculations, or even the exact opposite."

"I've already given you too much advice, Xiao Zhuo."

Ning Zhuo hurriedly said, "Mother, you know more than I do, I won't ask anymore. You need to take good care of yourself!"

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin turned around and walked to the paper army.

This is the seventh army. It was precisely because it was incomplete that it had an opportunity to be exploited by Meng Yaoyin during her lifetime.

The paper figure stood silently in place, having endured countless years.

The cinnabar on the thin armor seemed to have congealed into bloodstains, and the seams between the pieces exuded the smell of aged incense ash.

The infantrymen's spears stood like a forest, and the crossbowmen's arrows were covered with condensed dew.

Thirty-six divine chariots stood still like coffins, while the three-headed, six-armed paper gods, holding cloud gongs and wind flags, resembled clay or wooden sculptures. Only the nine-foot-long plain silk banner fluttered occasionally in the eerie wind.

Buddhist physician Meng Yaoyin also stood still, gathering her strength.

After a dozen or so breaths, she parted her lips and murmured a mantra.

Mouthprint.

At the same time, her fingers flew like butterflies.

fingerprint.

Her spirit and magical power were poured into the array plate, officially beginning the arrangements she had made before her death.

A faint light emanated from the vast ground.

The faint light quickly grew to a dazzling intensity, penetrating into each of the paper figures.

This process lasted for twenty breaths. The paper figures swelled up, as if lights were being lit from within, and each one became a human-shaped paper lantern.

Finally, the soul-guiding banner at the top of the great banner suddenly trembled, and the seven-tiered banner tails danced like raging snakes.

Hua Hua Hua...

The clamor of flying paper money filled everyone's ears.

The paper figures' eyes lit up, giving them a life of their own. Countless talismans appeared all over their bodies, shining like branding irons!

It was as if the heavens were wielding a paintbrush, applying strokes of color to the paper figures until they were completely covered.

The ox-riders stared ahead, their mounts breathing heavily, and their hooves began to paw the ground.

The fluttering paper armor quickly thickened, transforming into heavy iron armor.

Spears and shields were used in succession, as were bows and crossbows.

The three paper gods perched on the carriage shaft were an exception, remaining unchanged.

The general of the central army slowly opened his eyes, his armor was colorful and bright, and he was the most magnificent.

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin slowly ascended and landed on the chariot, standing beside the general of the central army.

She waved to Sun Lingtong.

"Here they come, here they come!" Sun Lingtong quickly led her cavalry squad to join the main army.

The next moment, this army of paper figures roared into action!
The battlefield of the altar.

The waters of the River of Oblivion have become a raging torrent, encircling and supporting the entire altar, flowing ceaselessly.

Lord Wangchuan concealed himself in the river and did not show himself.

High in the sky, the Lord of Ghost Fire sat cross-legged on the scorched bone lotus platform, overlooking the river. Beside him, in the lotus seed cave of the platform, were nine candles. Each candle was as thick as an adult's forearm.

Only the candle directly in front of the Ghost Fire Lord was burning.

"The Soul-Hooking Candle truly lives up to its name," Lord Wangchuan thought to himself as he healed his wounds.

To inherit the position of the Lord of the Ghost Fire Underworld, one must traverse the Fiery Stream Desolate Land on foot and guard the Fire Soul Purgatory for eighty-one days.

This is extremely difficult.

Therefore, for a considerable period of time, the previous ruler of the Ghost Fire Underworld passed away without a qualified successor, resulting in the position of ruler being vacant and the strength of the Underworld declining.

This is often the perfect opportunity for the Underworld of the River of Oblivion to launch a proactive attack.

Once a ruler succeeds to the throne, the one who meets the conditions for succession must be an extremely powerful being.

Therefore, almost every ruler of the underworld brings prosperity and flourishing to the Ghostfire Underworld. Underworlds with rulers are often very powerful.

The same applies to the Ghostfire Lord of this generation.

In life, he was a master at the Crimson Bright Dao Academy, specializing in fire-based cultivation. After death, he became a ghost cultivator, continuing his path from his previous life.

It's worth mentioning that the Crimson Bright Dao Academy is a super power, specializing in fire-related techniques and collecting fire seeds from all over the world. Yin Jiuzhu held an important position in the Crimson Bright Dao Academy during his lifetime, and his ability to become the ruler of a prefecture after death was also due to his accumulated knowledge and skills during his lifetime, which made him extremely adept at handling fire-related matters.

Although fire is not as prevalent in the underworld as it is in the mortal realm.

However, Yin Jiuzhu took a different approach, using up all the resources accumulated in his prefecture and mobilizing all his strength to search for and create nine different kinds of strange fire.

The development of strange fire has not yet reached the level of a fire seed, so we can only use fuel storage.

And this fuel was constantly adjusted, refined, and upgraded, eventually becoming the nine candles surrounding him.

This was the culmination of his life's cultivation, and Yin Jiuzhu couldn't help but feel proud.

Therefore, he abandoned his real name and used this name, which is similar to his nickname.

Soul-summoning candle!
Once lit, this candle can ignite a strange fire that forcibly lures the souls of surrounding creatures into the flame, where they are burned as fuel.

With Yin Jiuzhu's full power activated, even the soul of the Lord of the Forgotten River was swaying within his body.

Of course, part of the reason is that Lord Wangchuan was quite exhausted from the previous two battles.

If the Lord of Wangchuan suffered such a fate, his subordinates outside the altar were even worse off. They had already lost a significant portion of their forces, and now only one Nascent Soul cultivator and less than ten thousand Imperial Guards remained.

Especially the Imperial Guards. After Lord Wangchuan took over, he continuously eliminated and cultivated them, gradually transforming them into elites who were loyal only to him. This was the result of over a hundred years of painstaking management and accumulation!

Such losses are quite severe.

Therefore, the Lord of the River of Oblivion summoned a small tributary of the River of Oblivion, which not only encircled the altar but also contained the power of the soul-summoning candles, taking the initiative to bear most of the power and protecting the subordinates outside the altar's whirlwind.

Yin Jiuzhu sat cross-legged on the scorched bone lotus platform, looking down with hidden apprehension, unwilling to enter the river voluntarily.

The River of Oblivion is not a river that anyone can trespass upon at will.

The vast majority of living beings will lose their memories and emotions after being immersed in the River of Oblivion; in severe cases, even their souls will be lost.

In other words, the current Lord of the River of Oblivion is able to venture into the River of Oblivion so frequently and extensively, and utilize it to such an extent, thanks to his unique talent.

Seeing this, the Ghostfire Lord's resolve only strengthened. "I must stop the Forgotten River Lord's operation!"

"He already has such talent; if he succeeds, he will become terrifying."

Although the Ghostfire Lord still doesn't know what the Forgotten River Lord's ultimate goal is, that doesn't stop him from doing everything he can to block the way.

All this was because after the Lord of Wangchuan made such a big move, the Lord of Guihuo sensed something was wrong and, as if facing a formidable enemy, visited a skilled diviner.

The calculated results horrified even the Lord of Ghostfire—after his success, the Lord of Oblivion lay low for several years, his strength increasing by an unreasonable rate. Ultimately, he used his personal combat power to lead the entire Oblivion Underworld to conquer surrounding areas and annex numerous forces, including the Lord of Ghostfire Underworld.

Not only that, he also extended his tentacles into the mortal realm, conquered the White Paper Immortal City, and amassed his influence over the entire damp and murky swamp, establishing a ghost kingdom that covered both the mortal and spiritual realms!
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Fire Lord as he activated his magic and lit the second candle.

The candle in the icy coffin of the Cold Abyss suddenly lit up!
It is not shaped like a traditional candle, but rather a miniature ice coffin, about the size of a palm, crystal clear and exuding a chilling aura. There is a small hole in the center of the coffin lid, inside which is an ice crystal candle wick.

A strange flame ignited at the wick of the candle.

This strange fire was only the size of a soybean, with an ice-blue color, burning quietly, like crystal without the flickering or swaying of ordinary flames.

The icy blue candlelight shone through, illuminating the flowing barrier surrounded by the tributaries of the River of Oblivion.

The ice layer spread like wildfire, like a plague!

The waves that were churning like angry dragons just a second ago instantly froze into static ice sculptures, maintaining their ferocious posture of crashing waves against the shore.

Wherever the ice layer passed, even the space itself groaned under its strain, congealing into fine, dark blue frost patterns.

Lord Wangchuan, hiding in a tributary of the Wangchuan River, suddenly felt an intense, bone-chilling cold enveloping him from all directions.

Lord Wangchuan was immediately caught in a dilemma.

"If I go out, I will inevitably be illuminated by the Soul-Snatching Candle, and my soul will be sucked out of my body."

"If I stay here, I'm afraid I'll become a permanent prisoner in the frozen river of oblivion."

Lord Wangchuan's mind raced, and he immediately came up with a solution.

The next moment, a figure broke through the air and directly attacked the Ghostfire Lord in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, Lord Ghostfire saw that the enemy was a giant.

He was three zhang tall, his body was jet black, and his rough, knotted muscles resembled a dried-up, cracked riverbed. On his body, one could see dark red blood vessels beneath his skin, flowing slowly like molten lava.

On the top of the giant's head were countless small, dark holes, from which wisps of black smoke were being emitted.

The Divine Division of the Lord of the River of Oblivion—The Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity!

He breathes with yin energy, draws blood from the turbid air of the earth, and has bones of ancient, heavy iron. His defenses are as strong as mountains, and he possesses immense power!

The Lord of the River of Oblivion's main body primarily cultivates water-based Yin-elemental techniques, but the clones he painstakingly created are closely related to the earth element.

Regardless of his true intentions, the moment the filthy god was released, the stalemate was immediately broken.

Its massive steel fist cleaved through the air with a whooshing sound, smashing and crushing the glacier, causing it to flow again, still a branch of the River of Oblivion.

The force of the punches swept across the battlefield, causing the frozen space to collapse and countless dark blue frost patterns to be shattered, resulting in complete and violent destruction.

The corrupt god, having gained the upper hand, was relentless and attacked Yin Jiuzhu.

Yin Jiuzhu felt offended, snorted coldly, and boldly activated the third candle.

The candle, burning with heart-wrenching sorrow, flickers and burns faintly.

The candle was dark red, like congealed blood, and its surface was uneven, constantly expanding and contracting slightly, as if it were a beating heart.

Its wick was a thin, long, black bone needle that looked as if it were still bleeding.

When lit at this time, the candle flame is also dark red and burns silently.

Wherever the strange fire shines, all living beings will suffer excruciating heart pain and continuously lose their life essence.

Although the body of the Earthly Fiend God was not made of flesh and blood, it was still affected.

The extremely compressed, turbid air in His body, thick as mercury and shimmering with earth-elemental spiritual light, was drawn out from the entire body of the Earthly Fiend God and quickly stained His whole body red.

"Ugh... Roar!" The filthy god roared in pain, his expression contorted, his forward momentum abruptly halted, and his massive body staggered and knelt on the way.

Lord Wangchuan was greatly shocked: "It seems that Lord Guihuo's candle has transcended the old concept of blood. Any part that is comparable to blood will be affected and continuously lost."

What caused the God of Turbidity such pain was not only the Heart-Piercing and Blood-Weeping Candle, but also the light from the previous Soul-Hooking and Spirit-Attracting Candle and the Frozen Abyss Ice Coffin Candle!

As a result, even a dignified person, under the simultaneous illumination of the three candles, suffered a huge blow.

Lord Wangchuan must intervene to save his distracted mind.

He took a deep breath and used the hand seal: "Earth lungs breathe, turbulent waves surge! Activate!"

He spread his arms wide, his aura surging, not caring about revealing his true location, just to unleash his full power and seize every second.

The next moment, a thunderous sound reverberated through the heavens and earth, echoing across the battlefield.

The magic array roared, sending up hundreds of pillars of energy that shot into the sky.

These columns of air were as thick as giant pythons, as viscous as oil, and filled with a foul, stench.

It is the turbid air of the earth's lungs, accumulated over countless years, deep within the underworld.

The turbid air of the earth can pollute magical treasures, causing their spirituality to be obscured. However, for the Earthly Fiends and Turbid Gods of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, it is a rare treasure and the most suitable peerless elixir for him.

A column of turbid energy, like a python surging forth, poured into the body of the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity, immediately allowing the latter to recover at full speed.

The next moment, the Earthly Fiend God stood up straight, his body even more vigorous and powerful than before!
Not only that, these columns of turbid air also intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a thick, viscous, churning, and boiling turbid air curtain over this battlefield!

Upon entering the area, Yin Jiuzhu immediately felt short of breath. An invisible pressure enveloped him from all directions, making him feel as if he were stuck in quagmire, and every movement became more difficult than before. Even mobilizing his magical power was challenging.

He dared not be careless and immediately took action.

On one hand, he activated the Yin Crow Ghost Candle to observe the battlefield; on the other hand, he unleashed his ghostly magic, still striking at the Earthly Fiends and Turbid Gods.

A gigantic bone hand flew out at incredible speed and grabbed the arm of the God of Turbidity.

The bone hand instantly burst into flames, the raging phosphorescent fire a ghastly white tinged with green, causing the filthy god to roar once more.

The once indestructible body of heavy iron was softened and collapsed by the flames, sending up plumes of ghastly green smoke. The skeletal fingers, like hot knives cutting through butter, dug deep into the arm of the filthy god.

The filthy god was controlled, and then Yin Jiuzhu's second ghostly technique penetrated his body.

Thin, hair-like purplish-black fire threads pierced and twisted within the divine body, resembling thousands of venomous snakes.

The unclean god's internal organs were pierced, and the dark red veins flashed red light violently. He trembled violently from the pain.

The third ghostly technique, after being prepared, formed nine three-legged silver crows in mid-air!

Silver crows, intertwined with will-o'-the-wisps, crashed into the chest of the filthy god, exploding one after another.

Boom boom boom...

Nine explosions followed, leaving the filthy god's chest completely hollowed out, with only a layer of skin remaining on his back.

(End of this chapter)