Chapter 159: Chapter 136: Profound Law Nvqing True Monarch, Yin Fate and Yang Marriage

The gates of Fengdu thundered open, revealing a colossal, unparalleled silhouette!

It resembled a great tower, eighteen stories high, reaching up to the great void and down to the netherworld.

The surrounding turbid yin energy was so thick it became tangible, coalescing into the forms of serpents, Mangs, and great Jiaos that roamed about, stirring up a commotion.

Fu Lizi rode his Escape Light, his wide sleeves fluttering, and casually stepped inside.

The wails of ghosts filled the heavens and the earth. A bleak, sinister wind carrying dense Blood Evil swirled and shrieked, threatening to warp the world in all directions.

His undisguised aura of life instantly drew the shrieking cheers of the ghost hordes the moment he stepped inside. Thousands of Fierce Fiends, as if driven mad, threw themselves at him wave after wave.

"Mere goblins and ghouls dare to block my path?"

Fu Lizi held the Daoist Register in his right hand, not even bothering to lift an eyelid, completely dismissing this former foundation of the Ghost Dao.

He didn’t even need to activate his Magical Power or release his Profound Light. Relying solely on the protective Spiritual Light of his Seven-Color Dawn Magical Robe and Ruyi Lotus Treasure Crown, he scattered the hordes of ghosts and Fierce Fiends born from yin energy, turning them into wisps of smoke in an instant.

’The concept of this eighteen-layered Yin Department is truly exquisite. It’s just a shame that the Place of Life and Death and the Place of Reincarnation are the greatest taboos of the True Monarchs.’

Fu Lizi shook his head and chuckled softly, a hint of pity in his tone.

At the peak of its power, the Buddhist Dao sought to establish the six paths and control reincarnation—an act of defiance against the entire world.

It forced the Immortal Dao and Demon Dao into a rare alliance, who in turn raised up the Sword Dao to strike it down with all their might.

The resulting war shattered the pure land of the Ximizhou Continent and severely depleted the Buddha’s Primordial Qi. He has yet to recover to this day.

From this, one could see just how important the Place of Life, Death, and Reincarnation was.

It was the one taboo of the Daoist Lineages’ Upper Cultivators—to touch it was to invite their thunderous fury.

Fu Lizi thought to himself:

’If even the Buddhist Dao, one of the four great manifest Daos, couldn’t accomplish this, what hope did the Ghost Dao have, which could only survive by clinging to the Divine Dao?’

The aftermath was as expected. Before the eighteen-layered Yin Department could even take rudimentary form, the Immortal Dao dispatched a master from the Eight Sceneries Palace. They utterly destroyed most of the Ghost Dao’s foundation, and even this city of Fengdu was sunk into the depths of the boundless void.

When he read about this secret in the *All Worlds - Ghost Department* back then, he immediately treated it like a priceless treasure. Sparing no expense, he spent a massive amount of Spiritual Materials to hire hundreds of artisans from the great Outer Dao power, the Divine Craft Platform, to forge the Ten Thousand Meetings Human Element Compass.

This item contained thirty-six layers of Celestial Spirit Technique Prohibitions, making it a proper Top-Grade Magical Treasure. However, it wasn’t meant for Magical Combat or protection, but was specialized for scouting the Nine Netherworld and searching for qi and fate.

And it was precisely with the Ten Thousand Meetings Human Element Compass that Fu Lizi found a trace of Fengdu’s gate at the foot of Goose Mountain, outside Hanyang Prefecture City.

’Why is there no answer? I spent two years just to make contact with this Lady Xuan’nv! I even had to hide it from Junior Brother Lou to borrow the Talismanic Decree from the Sect Leader Lineage!

My plan hasn’t even been tested yet. Don’t tell me it’s all going down the drain already!’

Fu Lizi grumbled to himself. He had been living in seclusion in a thatched hut on Goose Mountain, using the Ten Thousand Meetings Human Element Compass and expending Great Magical Power to cast the Celestial Vision and Earthly Hearing Inspection Skill. He had finally locked onto Fengdu’s gate and awakened the long-slumbering Lady Xuan’nv.

The hardships he had endured in the process were no less than those of ascending from the Qi Cultivation Twelfth Layer to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Lady Xuan’nv! It’s me, Fu Lizi! The great benefactor Fu Lizi, who promised to help you pick a suitable husband..."

Fu Lizi shouted, riding his Escape Light upward through layer after layer of mist thick with Yin Fiends and Blood Evil.

All sorts of hellish scenes unfolded before him. At times, he saw mountains of skulls and forests of bones. At others, matted human hair spread like felt, and human flesh rotted into mud and dust. Then, he saw sinews wrapped around trees, dried and glistening darkly...

These ghastly images cycled rapidly, stirring one’s Qi Mechanism and shaking their Heart Spirit, filled with an immense and terrifying power!

If an ordinary Qi Cultivation Cultivator, whose Divine Thought wasn’t condensed and whose will wasn’t firm, revealed the slightest flaw, they could be dragged into endless hells—of scissors, iron trees, mirrors of sin, or steamers—to suffer excruciating torment.

Only a Foundation Establishment True Master like Fu Lizi, whose Primordial Inner Mansion was perfectly integrated to form a small world where inner and outer landscapes converged, could stroll through as if in a courtyard, completely unafraid of the Yin Demons’ seductions or the stimulation of Blood Evil.

When he reached the eighteenth layer, he saw a majestic hall that seemed to materialize from nothing. A massive plaque hung under the eaves, inscribed with four powerful, vigorous words: "Profound City Central Palace." The calligraphy faintly contained a vast and mighty suppressive Qi Mechanism.

A vast clearing, a thousand feet across, lay before the hall, dotted with green flames like a field of stars. The moment Fu Lizi set foot upon it, dark clouds descended from the hall’s roof.

Several Jiao and Mang serpents, each thousands of feet long, emerged from the clouds. Their vertical pupils stared down coldly, locking onto him.

"Fu Lizi, True Inheritance of the Taifu Sect, requests an audience with Lady Xuan’nv."

Fu Lizi performed a Daoist salute, not daring to show the slightest disrespect in his heart.

Back when the Ghost Dao was manifest in the world, this Lady Xuan’nv was known as the Profound Law Nvqing Daoist Monarch, a Great Power who had attained the Golden Position!

Even now, with the Ghost Dao in seclusion and Fengdu in ruins, she was not a figure to be trifled with.

A Lower Cultivator must know their place.

Even a Foundation Establishment True Master was still a Lower Cultivator before a Lord True Monarch who had attained the Golden Position!

No matter how unrestrained and reckless Fu Lizi was, he would never dare to transgress the hierarchy of Cultivation and treat his own life as a joke.

After a short moment, a chubby girl with a skyward-pointing braid came hopping and skipping out of the main hall, shouting from a distance:

"My Lady, that long-eyebrowed motormouth is here again! That earth-shaking racket just now must have been his doing!"

’Motormouth? Long-eyebrows?’

Fu Lizi’s face twitched. Pretending not to have heard the insult, he put on a friendly smile and cupped his hands.

"You must be Miss Gui? I am Fu Lizi..."

The big, chubby girl had a round face and a round body. Her limbs were short and stubby like lotus roots, and her entire person looked like a round, rolling stone pier.

Before Fu Lizi could finish, she put her hands on her hips and interrupted him boisterously:

"Long-eyebrows! Last time you said you’d choose a ’Yin Fate’ for my Lady. Did you bring the person?"

Fu Lizi was about to reply, but she cut him off again:

"Let me make this clear! My Lady has a priceless body; no ordinary person is worthy of her! He has to be at least clear-spirited and elegant, with an outstanding bearing.

His background can’t be low, either. Only a direct heir of an Ancestral Sect Dharma Lineage will do. And most importantly, his fate must be profound. If he doesn’t have a noble destiny of the seventh or eighth rank, I’m afraid he won’t be able to handle this Yin Fate..."

The chubby girl chattered on and on, making Fu Lizi’s head spin. He secretly gritted his teeth and cursed:

’You stupid girl, fat as a ball! How dare you be so picky! If it weren’t for Lady Xuan’nv’s sake, I’d slap you straight into the Lower Netherworld!’

"Gui’er, stop your prattling. Do not make things difficult for the esteemed disciple of the Taifu Sect."

A clear voice drifted out from the great hall, light and airy like the tinkling of a mountain spring. It carried a refreshing elegance, entirely lacking the imposing and vast authority of a superior.

Fu Lizi composed his expression, lowered his gaze respectfully, and performed another Daoist salute:

"Lady Xuan’nv, I have fulfilled my mission. I used the power of the Thunder Core to blast open the gates of Fengdu. If I have disturbed your quiet Cultivation, I hope you will forgive me."

Lady Xuan’nv’s voice was gentle from within the hall:

"You have gone to great trouble, esteemed disciple of the Taifu Sect. Now that the gates of Fengdu are open, they will likely remain in the mortal world for about a hundred days. How do you plan to arrange this Yin Fate for me?"

Fu Lizi seemed to have a plan ready, and he smiled with an air of confidence:

"To be honest, My Lady, the Nanzhan Continent is currently embroiled in sword combat. Thanks to the heir of the Zhongyi Sect running rampant and stirring up chaos, fates are in turmoil and Killing Tribulations abound.

I plan to borrow the cluster of ’Six Ding True Fire’ suppressed within Fengdu to forge destinies, refine dispositions, and weigh the threads of fate.

Once word of this Opportunity gets out, the numerous Dao Materials from the Three Peaks and Four Waters and the northern and southern lands will surely flock here to compete.

At that time, we will certainly be able to select someone bearing the destiny of a ’Yin Celestial Emperor’ to be your ideal husband in a Yang Marriage."

A long silence fell within the hall. When Lady Xuan’nv’s voice finally came, it was faint and distant, like a drifting silk thread:

"Times change, the Great Dao turns, and I have fallen to this state."

Fu Lizi held his breath, not daring to speak recklessly.

He certainly understood that a Lord True Monarch who once held the Golden Position was a supreme being who ruled continents and was in Sympathy with the Celestial Lord. Their every move was an embodiment of heaven’s will, wielding profound and sovereign law.

But now, she had to resort to this "recruitment of a husband," which was truly a lamentable state of affairs.

But the Great Dao is inherently merciless. No matter how glorious one once was, after losing power, one could no longer afford to put on old airs.

This was the true source of the supreme, noble, and lofty status of the manifest Daoist Lineages of the Yanfu Vast Land.

For they had become the "tracks of the Great Dao," spreading throughout the All Worlds and myriad heavens, receiving the reverence of all beings!

They were Dao Inheritances that could withstand ten thousand kalpas, Dharma Lineages passed down through countless generations!

After a very long time, Lady Xuan’nv’s voice finally sounded from the great hall again.

Lady Xuan’nv seemed to have come to a decision:

"In the past, that ’Profound Yellow Wujie True Monarch’ of the Sword Dao was on the verge of succeeding in his conquest of the Buddhist Dao when he failed. To beg for a place of refuge, he performed a grand kowtow before the Daoist Palace, bowing and scraping, which alarmed a Great Power.

If even True Monarch Wujie had to do that, what more can be said for a lonely ghost like me."

Hearing this, Fu Lizi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously:

"Does this mean you agree, My Lady?"

The majestic hall fell silent. The big, chubby girl, who had been quiet for a long time, huffed and said:

"Fengdu has eighteen layers, and each layer has its Yamas, Fierce Fiends, and impermanent yin soldiers.

Now that the gates are open, whoever can break through and leave their name on the ’Three Lives Stone’ will earn a glance from Her Ladyship! As for the ’Yin-Yang Marriage,’ that will depend on Her Ladyship’s mood!"

The moment her voice fell, a rumbling sound echoed from thousands of feet below Fengdu. A wide, thick stone wall slowly rose, its surface as smooth as a mirror, yet its Qi Mechanism was turbid.

"I understand."

Fu Lizi understood. Even a True Monarch who had lost their Dao was not someone an ordinary person could be matched with.

Whether this Yin Fate came to fruition or not would still depend on the will of heaven.

’Hehe... Now that I’ve thrown the Nanzhan Continent into chaos, how could I not attract a Fate Shuzi! I’m afraid even the True Inheritance disciples of the Immortal Dao’s Upper-Grade Dharma Lineages won’t be able to sit still!’

Fu Lizi took his leave. To be able to form a Yin Fate with a True Monarch from a distant age was a tremendous Opportunity!

Not to mention, the nourishment one would receive from fate and destiny would be incomparably rich. Even the Foundation Establishment Tribulation, which All Cultivators feared immensely, could be easily dispelled.

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"Cat Master, what’s the deal with that stone wall that rose up inside Fengdu? Why do I see the two words, ’Jiang Shang’?"

Jiang Yi strained his eyesight, peering through the enormous gates that were like parting banks of thick fog. He could vaguely make out a square stone wall as large as a great mountain.

It seemed to be covered in countless flashing names, but he couldn’t see any of them clearly except for two small words at the very bottom that were particularly eye-catching.

They were—Jiang Shang!