Absolute Destiny Game.

Chapter 577 Beneath the City of Senluo, the Underworld Emperor Appears

The towering walls of Senluo Ghost City, forged from obsidian and hell iron, now present a tense and solemn scene.

Behind the crenellations of the city wall, there stood countless ordinary ghost soldiers dressed in tattered black armor and wielding rusty swords and spears.

Higher in the sky, countless translucent, shrill-screaming wandering ghosts swirled and danced like locusts.

At key points of the city wall, massive turrets called Soul Rift Towers have been fully charged. The psionic crystals embedded at the top of the towers continuously absorb the earth's yin energy, condensing into terrifying and destructive energy spheres, ready to unleash deadly Soul Rift Death Rays at any moment.
Furthermore, heavily armored Netherworld Iron Guards, resembling moving iron mountains, guarded the various key passages leading to the city tower like sculptures.

In addition, there are elusive 'Shadowless Soul Binders' who can stealthily assassinate, roaming in the shadows, and 'Netherworld Chanters' who hold soul-summoning banners and constantly chant ancient incantations to strengthen the city's defenses and weaken the enemy, arrayed in the rear.

The entire defense system of Senluo Ghost City has been fully activated, forming a barrier of death and steel.

Yan Jun Qin Chuan stood atop the towering "Soul-Suppressing Tower" of the Senluo Ghost City, a hundred zhang high, offering a panoramic view of the entire battlefield. He wore a black imperial robe embroidered with dragon patterns and a crown, his face hidden behind jewels, his expression unreadable. Only his deep, abyss-like eyes swept down upon the imposing army on the surrounding city walls and the boundless, gray-mist-shrouded wilderness of the underworld before him. His figure was tall and solitary, as if bearing the weight of the entire underworld.

A ghostly messenger, swift as smoke and fleeting in form, landed atop the city wall, kneeling on one knee, its voice sharp and urgent:

"Reporting to King Yama, the main force of the rebel army has breached the 'Black Wind Pass,' and the vanguard is already fifty miles away!"

A moment later, another wandering spirit messenger flew in, bringing even worse news:

"Reporting to King Yama, the main force of the rebel army has breached 'Soul-Severing Pass,' and the vanguard is already thirty miles away!"

Yan Jun Qin Chuan's expression was extremely solemn. The enemy's offensive was much faster than expected, almost half a day faster than the expected three days!

"Order the garrison at 'Burial Fortress' to hold out to the death! They must hold me off for three hours to buy time for the city's defenses to be set up!" His voice was deep and authoritative, leaving no room for doubt.

However, before the messenger could set off, another wounded wandering spirit staggered ashore on the city wall, its voice filled with despair:

"Reporting to King Yama, the 'Burial Fortress' has fallen! The ghost general guarding the fortress, Wang Shoulong... has perished in battle!"

"What!?" The ghost generals standing around Yama King all changed color and exclaimed in shock. The ghost general guarding the pass, Wang Shoulong, was one of Yama King's most powerful generals, with extremely strong cultivation. How could he have been defeated and killed in less than an hour?
In an instant, all the ghost generals looked at King Yama Qin Chuan, their eyes filled with tension and unease, and a sense of panic began to spread.

"Generals, do not panic!" Yan Jun Qin Chuan's voice suddenly rose, suppressing all the commotion. His gaze swept over the generals like lightning. "I have long had a plan! Now that false emperor is already trapped in my trap! Today's decisive battle will be the day he perishes! Today's battle will completely wipe out the chaos in the underworld and end this cycle of calamity! Generals, return to your respective camps according to the previous plan and prepare to meet the enemy!"

His calm voice seemed to possess a certain magic, instantly stabilizing the morale of the troops. Then, he began to issue precise orders:

"Iron Ghost, Captain of the City Destroyer, you are in charge of commanding all the city tower artillerymen. Aim and fire for me, prioritizing the destruction of those large undead golems!"

"Howling Ghost General Wang Hai, you are in charge of commanding the Wandering Ghost Legion, covering the sky, and making sure no flying ghosts or monsters cross the city walls!"

"Commander Gao Ping, you are in charge of the Netherworld Iron Guards. Be ready at any time. If any section of the city wall breaks, you must plug it immediately!"

"Chang Xing, the Wind Chaser Cavalry Commander, you will lead the Shadow Knights and stand by inside the barbican, ready to launch a counterattack at any time and tear apart their formation!"

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"Yes, sir!" The ghost generals who were called responded in unison, their voices shaking the city tower. They then transformed into shadowy figures and went to their respective posts.

Soon, only a dozen or so guarding ghost generals, along with numerous civil officials such as judges, clerks, and soul-sending messengers, remained on the city wall, surrounding Yama. Although these Yama officials were civil servants, they had cultivated for many years and possessed considerable magical power. Since today was the decisive battle, Yama was clearly going all out, bringing out even these civil servants. In critical moments, they could at least unleash some auxiliary or disruptive ghost spells from the rear, playing a role in the battle.

The chief judge of the Underworld Law Division leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said with a worried expression, "Your Majesty, those immortals... they won't not come, will they?" His concern reflected the thoughts of many ghost officials around him.

King Yama glared at the judge, but his tone remained calm: "Don't talk nonsense! A promise from an immortal is worth a thousand pieces of gold. How could the immortal leader of the Heaven-Mending Alliance be a person who goes back on his word?" He paused, his gaze seemingly casually glancing at two slightly out-of-place figures in the crowd behind him, but he did not offer any further explanation.

The judge followed Yama's gaze and immediately understood. Feeling somewhat relieved, he quickly said, "Your Majesty is wise!" and turned back to the ranks.

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"Sister Yelu, it seems like King Yama glanced at us just now," I Want to Become an Immortal whispered nervously to Yelu beside me. The two of them were arranged in the civil official line behind King Yama, their positions were relatively far back, but the vast ghost army in front of them and the oppressive feeling coming from afar still made him uneasy.

"You're overthinking it," Ye Luo replied calmly, his gaze still warily sweeping over the gray fog that shrouded the city, his tone clearly carrying a hint of perfunctoriness.

I wanted to become an immortal but I was a little annoyed. I muttered to myself, "Brother Feng said that he would have Yama arrange for us to be placed in a safe place in the rear, but he actually sent us to this front-line city wall... These ghosts don't keep their word."

"They're probably afraid we'll desert us in the face of battle," Ye Luo calmly analyzed. "Don't worry, once Sui Feng arrives, there won't be any danger. We can take advantage of this great battle to gain more experience points." There was even a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in her tone.

Unlike other reincarnated companions, Ye Luo and I, being messengers of the Yellow Springs and spirits of the underworld respectively, retained our levels of over thirty from our previous lives. However, having lost our physical bodies and transformed into ghostly spirits, many of our powerful skills are now sealed and unusable.

Although their remaining skills provided some combat power, a level 30+ player, considered high-end in the mortal realm, was simply insufficient in the Netherworld. The level 50-60 ghost kings and generals were a given, and even some elite ghost soldiers were above level 40. In the days immediately following their deaths, the two had participated in several small-scale skirmishes, all fraught with danger, nearly losing their lives several times.

The advantage, however, is the abundant experience gained. Both have reached the level 39 bottleneck, and this battle should allow them to level up and advance. It's just unknown what new classes they'll unlock in this ghostly, spirit-like state.

"Sister Yelu, what kind of professions do you think we can get?" I, who aspire to become an immortal, am both excited and apprehensive.

"I don't know." Ye Luo shook his head. "But the best outcome would naturally be the exclusive profession we cultivate using the cultivation manuals we have. Only in this way can we have a chance to achieve immortality."

One cultivated the *Nine Netherworld Profound Soul Control Scripture*, and the other the *Ten Thousand People's Incense Refining God Scripture*, both legitimate immortal texts. After three days, though the time was short, they had gained some understanding. If they could unlock a hidden profession similar to the "Ancient Qi Refiner," possessing a direct path to immortality, that would undoubtedly be the ideal outcome. However, the path they were taking had no predecessors to draw upon; they were truly feeling their way across the river. Therefore, what they would ultimately achieve was anyone's guess.

"How's your practice of 'The Divine Refining Manual of Incense Offerings to All People' coming along?" Ye Luo asked in return.

"Slight progress!" Mentioning this, I, who aspire to become an immortal, suddenly perked up and became proud. "Look, my divine body is almost complete!" As he spoke, he carefully removed the helmet from his head that concealed his aura.

Sure enough, beneath the helmet was no longer a constantly flowing, blurry, illusory energy, but a face constructed from pure incense and prayer energy. It was a face with raised eyebrows, wide-open, angry eyes, an imposing presence, and golden flames seemingly flowing in its eyes, filled with an aura of holiness and majesty.

You know what, it actually looks quite sacred.

Ye Luo was somewhat surprised: "Huh, what happened to your face? This isn't your usual nerdy look."

"Hehe," I chuckled smugly, "There's a chapter in this 'Tales of Refining the Gods with Incense from All People' about the method of 'Sculpting the God's Appearance and Casting the God's Face.' It says that it can change the appearance and temperament of a god to a certain extent, so that believers can better believe in and worship him, and offer incense. So when I used incense to sculpt the god's body, I made a slight adjustment. How about that, pretty awesome, right?"

Ye Luo examined it carefully and nodded: "It is indeed very domineering." Compared to the ordinary appearance of "I Want to Become an Immortal" that would be hard to find in a crowd, this look now gives people the feeling of "big boss" or "god", and is very intimidating.

I longed to become an immortal, yet lamented, "What a pity! Right now, I only have the meager incense offerings from that small village of Willow Tree Bottom. That incense power is still too weak; I can't even condense a divine body. After this battle, I must ask Brother Feng to take me to the mortal realm to increase my reputation and get more incense offerings. This stuff increases strength much faster than fighting monsters!"

"And you, Sister Yelu? How's your training going?" he asked curiously.

"Not bad," Ye Luo said, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips. Although her tone remained calm and her words were very modest, having spent a considerable amount of time with her, I, Yu Chengxian, had come to understand Ye Luo's seemingly cold but warm-hearted nature, and immediately realized—Ye Luo was probably quite accomplished!
Just as he was about to press for more information, a piercing, soul-wrenching howl suddenly echoed from the depths of the gray-shrouded wilderness!

The sound was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, or like metal scraping against bones, sharp and filled with endless resentment and madness, directly affecting the soul level, causing the low-ranking ghost soldiers on the city wall to stir and their soul fires to flicker.

"They're here!" a ghost official whispered hoarsely, his tone revealing an undisguised sinister fear.

From the vast gray fog in the distant wilderness, a withered, emaciated, and stiff body staggered out—it was the lowest-ranking ghoul!
Most of its rotting flesh had long since fallen away, revealing blackish-yellow bones. Its eye sockets were empty, with only two faint red lights flickering. One arm was nothing but bare white bone, while the other hand dragged a rusty broken sword, emitting a hoarse, groaning sound. Every step it took seemed as if it were about to fall apart. This was the most common, and lowest-ranking, cannon fodder in the underworld.

"Just a worthless ghoul," I said, as if trying to comfort myself and dispel the chill in my heart.

Ye Luo had already placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said softly, "No, they're here!"

Sure enough, the next second, as if to prove her words, the gray fog began to churn violently as if boiling! Countless black shadows surged out of the fog, and in the blink of an eye, like a black tide bursting its banks, they obscured the entire view! Boundless, endless, vast as the sea!
A tidal wave of corpses surged into view. These corpses were the most common type of ghosts in the Underworld Emperor's army. They were originally ghosts waiting to be reborn in the Sea of ​​Reincarnation, but they could not bear it and broke free from the Sea of ​​Reincarnation and escaped.

After escaping the sea of ​​suffering, they wandered endlessly in the desolate wilderness of the underworld, gradually becoming completely corrupted and twisted by the evil energy of the netherworld, acquiring the most basic and most vicious power of ghost curses. They used all the corpses and broken bones in the wasteland of the underworld to piece together a body that could take refuge in it, but how could these wastes be transformed into real flesh? Therefore, they were nothing more than pitiful souls clinging to withered bones and rotting flesh.

However, the sheer number of them was so immense that it was almost despairing, yet it still brought a terrifying and suffocating sense of oppression!
In addition, amidst the horde of corpses, one can see the elite forces of various ghost clans, as well as those who were powerful in life and transformed into Netherworld Ghost Generals after death, those who were cultivators in life and transformed into evil soul mages after death, and those who manipulate corpse ghosts, bone demons, and spirit sorcerers.

Even more bizarre and grotesque undead creatures, whose mere appearance is enough to drive anyone's sanity to the brink of madness: the 'Floating Corpse', tens of meters tall, stitched together from countless piles of corpses; the 'Hundred-Bone Giant', pieced together from enormous ancient skeletons and bearing hundreds of arms; the 'Howling Bone Chariot', crafted from bones and skulls and pulled by vengeful warhorses, covered in spikes; the pregnant ghoul mother, crawling like a giant spider and constantly giving birth to baby ghouls from her belly; and the vengeful eye demon, floating in mid-air, constantly radiating an aura of despair, shaped like a giant eyeball…

The terrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of ghosts, with shadowy figures looming overhead, sent chills down the spines of both Ye Luo and me, who had only recently died and were not yet fully accustomed to the horrific style of this underworld, leaving us so oppressed that we could barely speak.

They're here! They're really here! The main force of the Underworld Emperor!
The ghost generals and judges on the city wall whispered among themselves, and tension and fear filled the air.

Only Yan Jun Qin Chuan remained standing atop the Soul-Suppressing Tower like a rock, his majestic gaze piercing through the gray mist, coldly watching the vast enemy army below as if he were looking at a group of ants.

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"Say, aren't we going down to help?" Concealed within a thick, dark cloud above the battlefield, Xiao Jie asked the three immortals beside him hesitantly. He saw Ye Luo and Yu Chengxian on the city wall and couldn't help but worry. Although those two had already died once, the Netherworld Curse contained many sinister spells that could scatter a person's soul, preventing them from even becoming a ghost. If those two were to perish on the battlefield, there might be no way to retrieve them.

Miaofa Yuanjun Su Zhiqing chuckled, "Hehe, no need to rush. There are still more than two hours until the time we agreed to make our move with Yama. Even if we don't show ourselves, Yama won't be able to find fault with us. As long as he still wants our help to deal with the Underworld Emperor, he certainly won't let your two friends get hurt. Don't worry." Her tone was relaxed, as if the vast war scene below was just a drama.

Lin Xuance stroked his beard and said, "Fellow Daoist Su is right. That old fox Yama is very dishonest. He only wants the four of us to take the lead and do the work, while he himself keeps his cards hidden and refuses to reveal his trump card first. Back then, he liked to scheme like this, making us outsiders take the lead. This time, we must let him go first, and we will wait for the crucial moment to strike and decide the fate of the world in one fell swoop."

Although Wu Qingyue, the Martial Immortal, did not speak, he crossed his arms and wore an expression of deep agreement.

Xiao Jie thought to himself, "Okay, I was indeed too worried." He realized that Ye Luo and he, on their way to immortality, were following behind Yama, which should be the safest place in the entire Senluo Ghost City. He composed himself and looked towards the surging, black tide of the Underworld Emperor's army, spreading his divine sense to search for the Underworld Emperor's figure.

Suddenly, a commotion arose within the army.

Suddenly, the massive army parted to the sides like Moses parting the sea, and seventy-two dark black battle banners, each painted with a hideous ghostly head and radiating overwhelming resentment, were lined up and fluttered in the wind!
Surrounded by numerous ghost kings of various shapes and terrifying auras, a knight riding a ghostly warhorse formed from white bones and spirits, and wearing magnificent yet ferocious pale bone armor, slowly stepped out from the crowd and appeared at the front of the army.

This person had long, pale hair that moved without wind, a handsome face but no color in it, and eyes as cold as ancient ice. He exuded a chilling light and a powerful ghostly aura that made one's soul tremble, yet his temperament also carried a strange air of otherworldly elegance.

Amidst this terrifying and grotesque scene, an elegant and refined beauty is surprisingly revealed.

The moment he appeared, the entire noisy battlefield seemed to fall silent. All the undead, whether lowly ghouls or powerful ghost kings, instinctively bowed slightly in his direction, expressing their reverence.

Without a doubt, he was the mastermind behind this rebellion, a self-proclaimed emperor who sought to overthrow the order of the underworld—

Underworld Emperor!

(End of this chapter)