Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 698 - 702: The Bloody Legion_1

「The Underworld.」

In front of the Reincarnation Passageway.

As the Qin Dynasty ascended to the Heavenly Court, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Ziwen's frosty face before he sat cross-legged in meditation.

A surge of overwhelming Yin God power rocketed into the sky, churning and swirling, creating the phantom image of King Qin Guang. This divine might swept across the vast expanse, shaking the Nine Heavens.

Inside the Nether Capital, countless ghosts trembled, their spirits gripped by fear, kneeling helplessly on the ground, terrified.

Huang Youcai, who was closest to Jiang Ziwen, felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow; his limbs gave out, and he collapsed spinelessly to the ground, unable to move.

The only one who remained calm was the Bone Dragon, Ao Bai.

The master's power has become even stronger!

Watching Jiang Ziwen, Ao Bai resisted the pressure with his dragon power and spoke in awe. He remembered when he first met Jiang Ziwen, whose cultivation had only been at the Peak of the Profound Immortal Realm. Yet, with the surge of Yin God power, Jiang Ziwen had broken through to the Taiyi Earth Immortal Realm in a very short time. The scene of that breakthrough was identical to this one.

Ao Bai wondered what realm Jiang Ziwen would advance to at the end of this cultivation session.

"The third seal, release!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

An hour later, with a roar from Jiang Ziwen, a faint golden light emerged from his body, and the supreme kingly power erupted.

Behind him, the phantom image of King Qin Guang was even more formidable, and a pale gold ancient book appeared in its ethereal hand. On the cover of the ancient book, three large golden words were written with the force of Dao as ink:

Book of Life and Death!

"Peak of the Taiyi Earth Immortal Realm, able to break through to Golden Immortal at any time!"

Several minutes later, Jiang Ziwen opened his eyes, recalled the phantom image behind him, and dispersed all pressure. His aura was concealed, returning to a state of simplicity. He appeared to have no combat prowess.

"Congratulations, City Lord, your skills are advancing greatly!" Huang Youcai scrambled up from the ground and said respectfully.

He dared not lift his head to look at Jiang Ziwen, like a mortal who dared not gaze directly upon a supreme deity.

"You did a good job!" Jiang Ziwen said, looking at Huang Youcai in a majestic tone.

The advancement of the Qin Dynasty to the Heavenly Court, coupled with the breaking of the third seal, put him in a good mood. Recalling that Huang Youcai had satisfactorily completed every task assigned, he wanted to reward him.

However, his gaze felt as heavy as a God Mountain to Huang Youcai, making him almost breathless.

"This subordinate was just doing my duty!" Huang Youcai dared not claim credit, his heart filled with trepidation, and said.

Huang Youcai knew very well that Jiang Ziwen had always been unimpressed with him. Now, this sudden commendation left him uncertain whether it was a good or bad thing.

"Who?"

Suddenly, Jiang Ziwen's eyebrows furrowed. He clenched his right fist, and a huge amount of Yin God power gathered, then shot towards the starry sky outside the Nether Capital.

The power of his punch was astounding.

Even the Void of the Underworld could not withstand it, tearing under the immense force contained in his fist's energy.

For a moment, it was as if an ancient deity, to preserve their supreme authority, had thrown a world-shattering punch, imbued with an invincible force to suppress all defiance.

BOOM!

A hundred miles away, the Void exploded.

"Who is it? Who dares to cause trouble in the Nether Capital?" Huang Youcai, who had been kneeling, leaped up, eager to demonstrate his loyalty. His face enraged, armed with an Immortal Sword, he roared angrily.

"It is I, Gui Huo!"

A ghostly figure emerged from the lethal shockwaves. It was Gui Huo, the City Lord of Ze Forest City. He glared at Huang Youcai with blood-red eyes, exuding a murderous aura.

"Lord... Lord!" Huang Youcai's face turned ashen, his soul nearly scared out of his body. He looked utterly terrified.

The pursuit by the Nine Venerables... they're here!

"Huang Youcai, you've got quite the nerve!" Gui Huo said coldly.

He still had some impression of Huang Youcai. Among the dozens of Yin Cities under his jurisdiction, there was only one weasel demon like Huang Youcai, which made him memorable.

"City Lord Gui, my apologies!" Huang Youcai's expression shifted multiple times as he overcame the fear in his heart and began to confront Gui Huo.

He knew very well that even if he surrendered, Gui Huo would not spare him. It was better to follow Jiang Ziwen to the bitter end; there might be an unexpected reward.

"Then go and die!" Gui Huo's eyes narrowed, flashing with murderous intent, as the aura of a mid-stage Golden Immortal erupted fully from him.

He slowly extended his right hand, and vast ghost energy emerged, slamming out a palm imprint dozens of miles in size, shattering the Void.

If struck, with Huang Youcai's cultivation, he would undoubtedly die.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Jiang Ziwen stepped out from the city, positioning himself in front of Huang Youcai. His imposing figure shattered the incoming palm energy.

"So it was you who discovered this City Lord?" Gui Huo asked, his eyebrows raised, revealing a trace of surprise. A mere Taiyi Earth Immortal ant not only found my tracks but could also withstand my attack. Interesting! Another supreme genius, I see! However, for daring to open the Reincarnation channel without permission and disobeying my orders, even the greatest talent must die.

"Ghost Wrath Palm!" Gui Huo shouted coldly, striking out with another palm.

"The Sutra of Ghost Control!" Jiang Ziwen intoned, his expression calm. Both his hands formed seals, condensing a black talisman covered in intricate patterns, radiating wisps of origin ghost power.

What is this? After the talisman appeared, Gui Huo felt a terrifying sense of dread, an ominous premonition. This was a sensation he had never experienced, not even when facing Daluo Golden Immortal experts. Could this mysterious talisman pose a greater threat than a Daluo Golden Immortal?

"Control!" Jiang Ziwen quietly recited.

A mystical power emerged from the talisman, entering Gui Huo's body and transforming into an inescapable net that sealed all his energy.

"Ghost Control Seal!"

"Impossible! How could you possibly possess the Ghost Control Seal?" Gui Huo shrieked, horror-stricken as he felt his energy being sealed. He screamed continuously as he fell straight to the ground.

Among the Ghost Clan, a legend existed. A long, long time ago, the Ghost Clan were merely Yin Soldiers of a powerful faction, holding a low position, subject to the commands of ten Kings. These ten Kings had created a Divine Skill specifically to control the Ghost Clan.

This Divine Skill was the 'Ghost Control Seal'!

However, for countless years, the 'Ghost Control Seal' had never appeared. Moreover, the Ghost Clan had scoured all ancient texts but found no trace of this legendary powerful faction, so the tale was gradually forgotten.

It can still be used! It seems the rules of heaven and earth haven't completely changed yet! Jiang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. The Sutra of Ghost Control was powerful because it utilized the Rule Power of Heaven and Earth to control the fundamental rules. If these fundamental rules underwent a drastic change, the sutra would become ineffective.

"Memory Alteration!" Jiang Ziwen intoned. Under Gui Huo's horrified gaze, Jiang Ziwen placed his hand on his head.

About two minutes later, Gui Huo knelt on the ground, kowtowing respectfully, his eyes filled with adoration as he said, "Greetings, Lord King Qin Guang!"

「Meanwhile.」

In a starfield, an unknown number of light-years from the Red Dragon Starfield, a war for hegemony was raging fervently.

Everywhere one looked, there was blood, bones piled high, fragments of broken weapons scattered about, and even the wreckage of shattered stars... Describing it as an Asura's slaughterhouse would be no exaggeration.

Among them, a blood-red legion stood out the most. Though numbering less than ten thousand, they dictated the course of the battle.

They were clad in blood-red armor, wielded blood-red weapons, and their faces were expressionless. But their eyes were the most terrifying, holding nothing but killing intent.

It was as if they existed solely for slaughter!

The legion's commander, bathed in blood with the Power of the Laws of Slaughter swirling around him, paused.

Huh? Fortune is skyrocketing! Could it be that the Qin Dynasty has ascended to the Myriad Realms, advancing to the Heavenly Court? Your Majesty, this general misses you...

A hint of longing surfaced in his otherwise indifferent eyes.

He missed home!

Like a wanderer yearning for home, like a swallow longing for its nest!