Absolute Destiny Game.

Chapter 578 God-Demon Level BOSS
Zhao You (Netherworld Ghost Emperor), a level 99 God-Demon level BOSS with 295000 HP.

Seeing the crimson symbol and terrifying data appearing above the Underworld Emperor's head, Xiao Jie couldn't help but gasp inwardly. Holy crap, such a high level? He's even a level higher than King Yama Qin Chuan! No wonder Qin Chuan is so wary of this person, even going so far as to request reinforcements from the Immortal Realm.

A god-level BOSS—this was the first time Xiao Jie had ever seen one in person. The mere appearance of this creature exuded a chilling aura of oppression; in terms of prestige and rank, it was probably not far off from a true immortal. Add to that its terrifying level and nearly 300,000 HP, and Xiao Jie instinctively felt that this was definitely a tough opponent to be reckoned with.

He stole a glance at the three immortals beside him, only to find that Lin Xuance, Wu Qingyue, and Su Zhiqing also looked quite solemn. Although they couldn't see the specific level and data as directly as Xiao Jie, with their extraordinary immortal senses, they could roughly sense the unfathomable depth of Zhao You's strength simply by observing the vast ghostly aura and chilling imperial might that Zhao You naturally exuded, which almost distorted the surrounding space.

“This Underworld Emperor… seems to possess some real skills.” Lin Xuance stroked his long beard, his tone more solemn than ever before.

Miaofa Yuanjun Su Zhiqing asked in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Lin, back when you led the people to quell the chaos in the Netherworld, you never actually fought him?"

Lin Xuance shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the Underworld Emperor below: "Back then, I only fought against those ghost kings and generals who ravaged the mortal realm. Although they were fierce, they were nothing special. This Underworld Emperor Zhao You... never personally took action back then. Only when his army was completely defeated did he use an unknown and strange spell to forcibly break through the Yin-Yang boundary and escape back to the depths of the Underworld. But I didn't expect that after a thousand years, his cultivation would have improved to such an extent, and his aura would be completely different."

Martial Arts Immortal Wu Qingyue snorted coldly, his face showing his usual arrogance and disdain: "But he may not really be that strong! Maybe he's just a show-off, all bark and no bite! I've seen plenty of these kinds of characters who put on airs and make a big show of themselves! They look impressive, but if it really comes down to it, they might not even be able to withstand one of my punches!" Despite his words, the muscles in his arms, which he had crossed, were already slightly tense, showing that he was also on high alert.

The four of them were hidden in the clouds above, observing the battle below. Even at such a distance, the oppressive aura emanating from the Underworld Emperor was palpable.

The guards on the walls of Senluo Ghost City could feel the suffocating, terrifying pressure firsthand.

Emperor Zhao You of the Underworld stood alone on horseback before the army, like an ancient iceberg. The chilling ghostly aura emanating from him caused the torches on the city wall to flicker, and an invisible pressure filled the air, causing the souls of many low-ranking ghost soldiers to sway and barely maintain their form. Even the ghost generals subconsciously held their breath and focused their attention, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Qin Chuan, it's been a long time. An old friend has come to visit, yet you don't come to greet him?" Zhao You finally spoke, his voice calm yet cold, not particularly loud, but clearly piercing through the clamor of the battlefield, echoing across the entire city wall, carrying a chill that penetrates the soul.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan on the city wall laughed heartily, his loud laughter attempting to dispel the invisible pressure: "What old friends? They are nothing but the fair-weather friends I made when I was young and ignorant! You have come here today with your entire army at the city gates, is it not just to rekindle such old ties? Why bother with these empty and pretentious words!"

Zhao You chuckled lightly, but there was no warmth in his laughter: "That's right, it's certainly not for reminiscing. However, for the sake of that meager friendship from back then, I'll give you one last chance—if you surrender now, I'll spare your life. You can still be the Yama King of the Underworld, in charge of the affairs of your palace, as long as you acknowledge me as the Lord of the Underworld. This Ghost City of the Underworld will still be yours. However, from now on, all matters, large and small, in the Underworld will be decided by me. In this way, we can also avert this pointless calamity and preserve the souls of your entire ghost army. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery: "I thought you could have any profound theories, but they are nothing but delusional and empty words! I am the rightful ruler of the Underworld, the King of Reincarnation appointed by Heaven, wielding supreme power over Yin and Yang and reincarnation! You delusional fool, you have only managed to learn a few evil spells and ghostly arts, and you dare to presume to call yourself emperor and compare yourself to me? How laughable! Today, beneath this Ghost City of the Underworld, will be the burial ground for you, you traitor!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao You sighed softly, seemingly with regret: "Why bother? Stubborn to the end. If the two of us could put aside our past grievances, join forces, and integrate the power of the Netherworld, we could sweep across the Nine Provinces of the mortal realm in the blink of an eye. Even the so-called immortals who live in seclusion on Lonely Cloud Continent would not be able to stop our advance! When the mortal realm of the Nine Provinces is transformed into a paradise of the Netherworld, our Netherworld race can finally escape this cold and barren place and achieve true prosperity and eternity. This is the great cause for the survival of our race."

"Absurd!" Qin Chuan shouted. "The Three Realms and Six Paths are governed by the order of reincarnation and the constancy of life and death. This is the fundamental law governing the operation of heaven and earth. All things have their place, and yin and yang must maintain their balance. Forcibly breaking the boundaries will only lead to the collapse of order, the depletion of spiritual energy, and ultimately the withering of all things, including the Netherworld itself! If you want to defy the heavens and act against the natural order, you will surely bring disaster upon yourself!"

Emperor Zhao You of the Underworld sneered, his voice suddenly turning fierce: "Don't talk to me about the Heavenly Dao! Qin Chuan, haven't you felt it yet? The apocalypse is coming! Not only the Yang Realm, but we in the Underworld are also doomed! When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? Only by unifying the three realms and gathering all power can we have a glimmer of hope to resist the all-encompassing catastrophe! I am saving all living beings in the Underworld!"

King Yama remained silent for a moment, then shook his head firmly: "Even if there truly is a calamity, the cycle of reincarnation in the Three Realms has its own order and ways of dealing with it, and it is by no means possible to rely on such destructive and conquest techniques. Once this precedent is set, the order will collapse, and before the calamity even arrives, the world will have already turned into a hellish realm. I will absolutely not allow it!"

Zhao You snorted softly, seemingly having completely lost his patience: "Fine, we are not on the same page. Since that's the case, then let's start the war!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the boundless, silent army of undead behind him seemed to be instantly infused with a violent soul, letting out earth-shattering howls, like a black flood bursting its banks, surging towards the majestic walls of the Senluo Ghost City!
War has broken out in full force!

Xiao Jie listened carefully from the sky, thinking to himself: Doomsday calamity? I didn't expect that even the Netherworld Ghost Emperor was afraid of this, and even went so far as to launch a war to seek the power to resist it? Looking at it this way, this person seems to be a "fellow traveler" who takes an extreme approach.

He couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, seniors, what exactly is this doomsday calamity?" He originally thought that the so-called doomsday calamity referred to the current Netherworld disaster, or the chaos of the Demon Star Tower in Canglin Prefecture, or similar evil forces. But judging from Zhao You's words, the doomsday calamity was so severe that even the undead and ghosts in the Netherworld could not escape it, and its impact was far beyond imagination.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuance's expression grew even more solemn, and he slowly shook his head, saying, "This apocalyptic calamity... we don't actually know the specifics either."

"Huh?" Xiao Jie was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard. "This apocalyptic calamity scared you so much that you hid in Lonely Cloud State and dared not easily interfere in mortal affairs. You don't even know what it is?" This is too outrageous.

Miaofa Yuanjun Su Zhiqing explained softly, “What we know all comes from the divination of heavenly secrets. According to the divination, in the next five hundred years, all things will wither, less than one in ten people will survive, the laws of heaven and earth will collapse, billions of living beings will be annihilated, the stars will be dimmed in the sky, mountains and rivers will collapse in the universe, the Milky Way will fall, the nine springs will boil, yin and yang will be reversed, spiritual energy will be exhausted, and there will be no place of clarity in the world, only eternal night and decay.”

She paused, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "The calamity that could cause such a scene is far more terrifying than any known disaster, hence it is called the 'Doomsday Calamity.' But as for the cause of this calamity, and in what specific form it will erupt... the secrets of heaven are chaotic and obscure, and we truly do not know."

Xiao Jie frowned slightly upon hearing this. The description was indeed terrifying and abstract enough. No wonder even a big shot like Shenjizi was single-mindedly thinking about running away.

At this very moment, the battle in the Ghost City of Senluo below has reached a fever pitch.

The horde of ghouls surged wildly against the city walls, oblivious to fear and death. They climbed and piled up with their own bodies, quickly forming dozens of terrifying "corpse piles" of writhing bodies that grew ever higher at the foot of the walls, stretching all the way up to the top of the city.

On the city walls, the defenders rained down a barrage of ghostly fire projectiles, bone-corroding winds, and soul-shattering curses upon the area below. The light of magic exploded continuously within the horde of corpses, each burst clearing a small area, scattering limbs and fragments everywhere. But the sheer number of undead was overwhelming; the cleared areas were instantly filled by the surging ghouls, and the piles of corpses continued to rise at a visible rate. Soon, several piles of corpses reached the height of the city walls, forming terrifying ramps leading directly to the top! Countless ghouls and skeletal warriors roared and surged forward along these paths paved with the bodies of their own kind, charging towards the defenders on the walls!

The ghost soldiers and generals atop the city walls were already in full battle array. Unlike the Underworld Emperor's army, which consisted mainly of cheap cannon fodder like corpse demons, the defenders of Senluo Ghost City were relatively well-armored, their swords and spears sharp, their formation imposing, and radiating a chilling killing intent born of rigorous training. Facing the surging tide of corpses, the ghost soldiers thrust out their long spears like a forest, while the ghost generals' blades flashed, their coordinated attacks cutting down, tossing away, and pushing the corpses that charged onto the city walls. On several sections of the walls, the two sides were locked in a brutal tug-of-war and a fierce melee.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Within the main camp of the Underworld Emperor's army, dozens of massive chariots powered by the bones of colossal beasts and the power of vengeful spirits were ready. With a sickening creaking of mechanisms, hundreds of enormous 'howling bone balls', forcibly compressed and intertwined from countless skeletons, soared into the air and crashed towards the Netherworld Ghost City!
As soon as these enormous bone spheres fell into the city streets or squares, they immediately exploded, turning into hundreds of scattered ghouls exuding a dense aura of death and resentment. Among them were some more powerful skeletal warriors or vengeful assassins, who roared and pounced on everything that was moving around them!

The ghost army guards, who had been waiting in the city for a long time, reacted immediately. Squads of elite ghost soldiers poured out from the streets and alleys, formed ranks to meet the enemy, and engaged in fierce street battles with these airborne enemy troops, trying their best to annihilate these invading points.

The Soul Rift Tower on the city wall also began to roar angrily, launching a counterattack. The psionic crystal at the top of the tower shone brightly, and black orbs of light, each condensed with destructive energy, were continuously fired, accurately hitting the ranged positions of the Underworld Emperor's army, blasting the huge chariots that were loading, along with the surrounding undead gunners, into a sky full of shattered bones and phosphorescent fire.

Both sides' spellcaster forces were also going all out. Within the Underworld Emperor's army, the evil spirit mages waved sinister banners woven from human skin or soul silk, while the necromancers chanted ancient, blasphemous incantations, unleashing a barrage of terrifying evil spells upon the city walls: some transformed ghouls in an area into 'Rampaging Ghouls,' while others unleashed a wide-ranging 'Curse of Decay,' causing the armor of the defending ghost soldiers to rust and weaken visibly, their weapons to crack and even crumble completely!

The defending forces were equally determined. The various judges, soul guides, and clerks, who were all civil officials, had become a temporary group of sorcerers. They might not be skilled in close combat, but their years of handling underworld documents and guiding the souls of the dead had given them profound magical power.

They cast spells together. Some wielded judge's pens, writing huge demon-suppressing runes in mid-air, purifying and annihilating swarms of low-level undead amidst flashing golden light; others chanted soothing incantations, the gentle yet resilient sound waves slowing and disorienting the raging undead; still others summoned phantoms of soul-snatching chains, which shot into the enemy ranks like a forest, dragging powerful necromancers and evil spirit mages out of the formation and strangling them.

The entire Ghost City of Senluo had been transformed into a carnage, a battlefield of carnage where blood and flesh flew, ghostly curses danced wildly, and light flashed everywhere. Roars, explosions, the clang of metal on metal, the howling of spells, and the wailing of the dying... all combined to create a cruel symphony of underworld war.

"Holy crap, that's...that's fucking spectacular..." I, who was practically an immortal, lay prone behind the battlements, looking down at the vast and terrifying war scene below, and couldn't help but exclaim in awe. But then I cried out in alarm, "Watch out!"

Then, a dark cloud of 'ghostly crows' came swooping down with a piercing shriek, their claws and beaks aimed straight at the seemingly weak civil official line on the city wall!

Fortunately, many judges nearby reacted quickly. One judge from the Underworld snorted coldly, stepped forward, pointed his judge's pen at the air, and shouted, "Decree: Scatter the soul!"

In an instant, countless black legal texts composed of pure netherworld magic appeared out of thin air. The ghostly crows seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, letting out mournful screams as they fell like raindrops, instantly destroying most of them.

Before the remaining creatures could retreat, they were swooped down by a squad of wandering ghosts in the air, torn apart and devoured, and were completely annihilated in the blink of an eye.

The story of "I Want to Become an Immortal" is terrifying. He dares not use his meager incense power recklessly. In a battle of this scale, he could be instantly killed by the aftershocks if he is not careful. He can only save it for a critical moment to save his life and escape.

He turned to speak to Ye Luo, only to find that Ye Luo had already sheathed his sword and was walking towards Yan Jun Qin Chuan.

Ye Luo clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yan Jun and said, "Ye Luo, the Yellow Springs Envoy, requests to fight!"

Qin Chuan looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly. "Approved! But be careful not to damage the very essence of your soul."

"Thank you, Lord Yama!" Ye Luo responded, then leaped towards a section of the city wall on the right where the battle was particularly fierce, instantly joining the fray. With a single slash, she cut down several corpse demons beneath the city wall.

Her translucent, ghostly form was utterly insignificant in this tragic scene, like a meaningless stroke of ink in a massive painting.

However, the knife in her hand emitted a cold, eerie light, and she reaped the souls of the corpse demons as if harvesting wheat. Every time a corpse demon was slain, a trace of pure soul power was drawn into her body through the blade.

The more she killed, the more solidified and real her ghostly body became.

The battle below had intensified, with the walls on both sides completely flattened by the terrifying piles of corpses, transforming them into massive ramps. The undead army surged up these ramps like a black tide. Only the central main tower, situated at the highest point and guarded by the most elite Netherworld Iron Guards and Ghost Generals' personal troops, remained unaffected and as stable as a mountain.

Qin Chuan surveyed the increasingly chaotic and dangerous battlefield with a blank expression, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he slightly raised his head and looked at the sky shrouded in various magical lights and gloomy clouds.

The sky was a blur, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Qin Chuan murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it: "You...aren't you planning to join the war? The time...isn't it about time..."

Above the clouds, Xiao Jie watched the increasingly fierce battle below, especially when he saw Ye Luo also actively charging into the enemy ranks, which made him somewhat alarmed. However, glancing at the three immortals beside him who remained calm and collected, as if watching a show, he had no choice but to suppress his temper and remain composed.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Xiao." Lin Xuance seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly, "This is nothing. Look at the seventy-two Ghost Kings under the Underworld Emperor, has even one of them made a move? His true core elites haven't been mobilized yet either. Right now, this is just the opening battle of attrition. We... still need to wait for the best opportunity."

(End of this chapter)