Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 591: Ghost Race

"I've given you all countless opportunities," Qinchuan shook his head, speaking with an expression of helplessness.

"They're all dead?"

Ye Shiyi was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the fallen people before him.

Now a cultivator himself, he certainly knew the gap between the Dragon Transformation Realm and the powers of Saints, Great Saints, and Supreme Saints.

"I told you, big brother is much stronger than you think," Ji Huo'er said, jumping for joy.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, at that moment, a powerful surge of energy erupted from the end of the sky in this world.

Golden Buddhist light and the demonic qi filled the sky, intertwining in the void. Majestic Great Dao Rune Patterns clashed in the void; their colliding pillars of light blindingly brilliant, with the power seemingly capable of destroying the blue sky.

"That's the direction of the Lesser Thunder Monastery. Lingxu has encountered a powerful enemy," Qinchuan's heart grew solemn.

He took the lead, transforming into a streak of light and shooting forth.

"Let's hurry over," he urged.

The group raced toward the direction of the eruption at high speed.

Along the way, there were countless demon beast corpses, blood spilled on the ground—victims of Lingxu's casual slaughter as he passed.

There were also new demon beasts attracted by the scent of blood.

Within this sealed off micro-world, Qinchuan's soul was unrestrained, his Dharma Aspect fully unleashed, sweeping through everything on his way.

The path was clear and unobstructed, and soon they could see a temple wrapped in demonic qi standing at the end of the sky.

This temple was grand and massive, towering into the clouds as if it bridged heaven and earth, entirely black with rings of black fog entwining around it.

In front of the temple, there was a huge plaque with "Lesser Thunder Monastery" inscribed in four large characters.

The plaque had been corroded by the terrifying demonic qi and turned ink-black.

"How did the Lesser Thunder Monastery become like this?" Ji Huo'er's face showed confusion; this was different from the Buddhist Holy Land she remembered.

"This is not its original appearance," Qinchuan explained, although the structure and mode of the Lesser Thunder Monastery had not changed from the past, its color was completely different.

The Lesser Thunder Monastery was originally bathed in golden light, illuminating the whole world of Little Spirit Mountain, but now it had become a tower of ghosts.

However, compared to the transformation of Little Spirit Mountain into a playground for demon beasts, the change in the appearance of the Lesser Thunder Monastery was not surprising.

Qinchuan and the others moved quickly and soon arrived at the entrance of the Lesser Thunder Monastery.

At that moment, Lingxu was in battle with an old man whose body was enveloped in a black robe and had an ugly face.

The golden light was dazzling, and the Buddhist Law boundless. Mysterious Buddhist symbols emerged from Lingxu's physical body, like talismans, pressing down on the opponent.

Both were merely Spiritual Bodies and not their main forms.

Those mysterious Buddhist runes struck the other's body like a thousand-jun mountains, emitting a series of thunderous, explosive sounds.

This was a supreme Buddhist spell.

Before long, the robed old man began to spit out black blood from his mouth.

"Ah... Unforgivable..." he howled, roaring furiously to the sky.

Right after, black qi began to spread out from his body, forming into several ink-black Great Seals.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The black Great Seals collided with the Buddhist runes in the void, sounding like thunderclaps above the Nine Heavens.

The black Great Seal and the myriad Buddhist runes fell from the sky at the same time, both struck down by the opponent.

"This is the aura of the Ghost Race!" Qinchuan said, his Innate Pupils snapping open. Within his eyes, it was as if the sun and moon surged, a brilliant light shooting forth, illuminating the body of the robed elder.

He saw clearly that the aura emanating from the robed elder was one he was very familiar with, the purest of the Ghost Race.

He was not like Ye Shiyi, who merely had a trace of blood lineage; the elder had not a hint of impurity, and he came straight from the Underworld.

"Hmm..."

At the same time, Ye Shiyi behind him let out a faint moan.

"Young Master, uh… I… I feel so uncomfortable, as if something in my mind is about to burst forth." Ye Shiyi clutched Qinchuan's clothing with one hand and held his forehead with the other, struggling to speak.

Qinchuan glanced at him and noticed that, somehow, beads of sweat the size of soybeans had formed on his forehead.

He was enduring the pain with great difficulty.

"Quickly circulate this mental method."

Qinchuan touched his forehead, a sense of tranquility flooded into his mind, and with one hand, he released mana to suppress the restless Ghost Race bloodline within him.

Ye Shiyi, who practiced both the Human Race and Ghost Tribe Heart Methods, was normally very stable. Under Qinchuan's guidance, both methods balanced each other out, and aside from occasional restlessness, they did not significantly impact him.

But at this moment, his bloodline was affected by the black-robed elder before him, causing the Xuan Ming Night Ghost Technique within him to race madly, overpowering the Spirit Dragon Heart Method.

That was why he felt this way.

Ling Xu had fought a grand battle with the black-robed elder, with neither side claiming victory.

Now, the two of them separated.

At this moment, the black-robed elder was also drawn by Qinchuan and the others. His piercing gaze swept over them, finally coming to rest on Ye Shiyi.

"It's actually the bloodline of that slut!" the robed elder said with a frown.

"Truly despicable, truly despicable! To even consort with the Human Race and leave behind offspring, it truly is the shame of our clan," the Ghost Race elder said, enraged, repeating 'despicable' twice.

Qinchuan's heart stirred; Ye Shiyi's Ghost Race bloodline seemed to have some connection to this black-robed elder.

Ling Xu was somewhat surprised to see Qinchuan and his group.

As he departed, he clearly perceived that the Second Elder of the Flame Phoenix Holy Sect and his entourage had entered Mount Ling.

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Qinchuan fled to Mount Ling, protected by the Pure Heart Formation. This was the protection of Buddhism, not his personal protection.

With the failure of Mount Ling's formations, he could not involve himself in the karma of both parties and could only let them resolve it themselves.

He had thought that Qinchuan and his companions would be slain by the Second Elder and his people. He did not expect that Qinchuan's group would survive.

"Who would have thought that the Ghost Race, which struggled on the brink of death in the dark Underworld for billions of years, could return to the surface of the earth." Qinchuan said calmly, pulling Ye Shiyi behind him with unhurried steps.

"Hmm?"

"I did not expect there to be Cultivators on the Divine Wilderness Continent who recognize the lineage of my Ghost Race," the black-robed elder retorted, reassessing Qinchuan.

However, his gaze flickered and upon realizing how weak Qinchuan was, like an ant, he grew even more curious.

"I am very curious, how did you recognize my Ghost Race bloodline?"

"Could it be because someone recognized the bloodline of that slut?"

The barrier between the Underworld and the Divine Wilderness Continent is much stronger than the barrier separating the Divine Wilderness from the Upper Realm; it was created to seal away the Ghost Race.

Although this powerful barrier was born because of the Ghost Race, completely locking the Underworld away, it wasn't easy for the other races of the Divine Wilderness Continent to break through the barrier either.

Not even the most powerful Cultivator, the Great Emperor, on the Divine Wilderness Continent could break through the barrier. Only when one's Cultivation Level reached that of a Heavenly God, could they tear through space, pass through the barrier, and enter the Underworld.

Therefore, on the Divine Wilderness Continent, there should be no one who recognizes the bloodline of the Ghost Race.