Chapter 110: Opening the Gates of Hell, Flaunting in Public
Shi Hao stared at her intently.
Du Yuejiao’s eyes were still filled with hope, “Brother Shi, just tell me you weren’t the one who hurt me, and I’ll believe you. I’ll believe anything you say, Brother Shi…”
Shi Hao, after a moment of thought, transformed into the hooked-nosed young man using the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Du Yuejiao’s body trembled, her hand gripping her sword so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She screamed, “Bastard!” Her sword flashed, a crimson arc of light, and a wave of demonic energy, like a raging storm, surged towards him.
At the bottom of the chasm, a hidden altar stood.
Eight six-foot-tall dragon whisker candles, arranged according to the eight trigrams, burned in the corners of the altar.
Despite the wind swirling down from above, the flames flickered brightly, growing stronger with the wind.
The eight flames illuminated the altar, where Grandmother Ba sat cross-legged, her hands clasped together, motionless.
Before her, on a square jade platform, sat a large, spherical pearl, about a foot in diameter. Originally translucent, it now glowed with a golden light.
The chasm seemed to contain a powerful, boundless energy, a golden aura swirling within, drawn towards the pearl.
“Grandmother,” the woman in black floated to Grandmother Ba’s side and whispered, “Most of the Shark Dragon Gang members are dead, their Four Dragon Serpent Generals either dead or injured. Our forces have also suffered heavy losses.”
Grandmother Ba, her eyes closed, said calmly, “I see. Have Yue Ya’er and Kelian retreat. They’re no match for what’s coming. And bring all your experts here. Our priority now is protecting this altar.”
The woman in black floated away.
After a while, Grandmother Ba slowly opened her eyes, “The Gates of Hell open, flaunting in public… They’re here.”
Outside, Yue Ya’er and the other girls from the Ancestral Altar, following orders, retreated to a safe location.
The full moon, round and bright, now hung in the sky, its light illuminating the glowing Dragon Head Mountain.
Suddenly, someone looked back and exclaimed, “What’s that?”
Yue Ya’er, Kelian, and the others also turned and looked.
A black carriage, floating in the air, approached the chasm on Dragon Head Mountain.
A black coffin rested on the carriage, its dark shape strangely conspicuous under the bright moonlight.
As the carriage approached, figures rose from the ground, their movements stiff and unnatural.
They were the martial artists and soldiers who had just died in battle.
The rising corpses, their numbers growing, filled the mountainside, a horrifying sight.
From within the chasm, a golden liquid flowed upwards, drawn towards the black coffin.
Under the moonlight, an army of corpses, their movements jerky and unnatural, followed the black carriage, which, pulled by black horses, floated through the air, its black coffin a stark contrast to the silvery moonlight, like a king returning to his throne, its presence commanding and ominous.
At the entrance to the chasm, where the mountain had split apart, a swirling vortex of golden light, brighter than the moon, pulsed with energy.
A golden stream of energy flowed from the vortex towards the black coffin.
This bizarre and magnificent scene, defying all logic, transfixed the onlookers, none daring to approach.
At the bottom of the chasm, on the altar, Grandmother Ba remained motionless, her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the events unfolding above.
Numerous women from the Ancestral Altar surrounded her, a faint, invisible miasma radiating outwards from them.
Piles of stones, some stacked three high, others seven, stood around the altar, each with a kneeling woman in colorful attire, chanting softly.
The Ancestral Altar worshipped Mother Sky, Abukahehe. They believed stones were vessels for shamanic spirits, their power enhancing the shamans’ abilities.
These stone piles were their idols, their source of power.
The woman in black stood silently behind Grandmother Ba.
Looking up, she saw the carriage slowly descending into the chasm.
The moonlight, like a silver bridge, illuminated its path, then vanished as it entered the depths.
Countless corpses, their movements jerky and unnatural, advanced towards the altar.
Several figures, following the carriage, also entered the chasm, surrounding the black coffin – Ghost Howl, Li Ximing, and other experts of the Ghost Extreme Sect.
Under the full moon, the Ghost Extreme Sect had finally revealed their full strength.
The corpses, like ants, their mouths open in silent screams, swarmed towards the altar.
A melodious chant echoed through the chasm, and plumes of green smoke rose from the stone piles, forming human shapes that clashed with the approaching corpses.
A strange and eerie battle unfolded at the bottom of the chasm, amidst the swirling golden light, its energy surging like a tidal wave.
And some of this energy flowed towards the surrounding mountains, reaching a cave deep within one of the peaks, where a young woman in a colorful Daoist robe, her mind consumed by rage and despair, attacked her lover… the cruel, domineering, gentle, and mysterious young man.
“Is this the ‘Gates of Hell open, flaunting in public’ that Grandmaster Shuiyue mentioned?” a woman’s voice whispered from the shadows, “Is that black carriage carrying the ‘Flaunting Star,’ a high-rank divine crystal?”
A group of women hid in the shadows, observing the battle between the Ancestral Altar and the Ghost Extreme Sect.
A tall woman in a green robe, her hair styled in a high bun, a phoenix crown adorning her head, was Xuan Feng Huanzhi, the leader of the Black Lotus Realm.
A woman with fair skin and ample bosom, dressed in colorful attire, her hair in a flowing cloud bun, was Yue Yaotai, the leader of the Moon Lotus Pavilion.
And a younger woman, her figure slender and graceful, holding an elegant round fan, was Sha Lingshan, the leader of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion.
Behind them stood the experts of their respective factions: Dragon Girl and Snake Charmer of the Black Lotus Realm, Zhu Ping, the Crimson Lotus Fiery Blaze, and Huan Tingting, the Black Heart Enchantress, of the Moon Lotus Pavilion, Peach Blossom Lady and Plum Blossom Lady of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion, and others.
It was Sha Lingshan, the youngest of the three leaders, who had spoken.
She appeared the most relaxed and carefree among them.
“Yes,” Xuan Feng Huanzhi said coldly, “The one in the black coffin is Peng Tianwang, the ‘Heaven’s Folly Ghost Sorrow,’ the leader of the Ghost Extreme Sect. He’s over a hundred and ten years old now. He rarely appears in public. I didn’t expect such a grand entrance.”
They looked up and saw the golden pearl before Grandmother Ba radiating a brilliant light.
The black coffin on the carriage also emitted a powerful demonic aura.
The golden, swirling energy within the chasm seemed to be pulled towards both the pearl and the coffin, warping and distorting.
“That energy must be what they’re fighting over,” Sha Lingshan sighed, “I wonder what it is. It must be incredibly valuable. Even from this distance, I can feel my own internal energy surging uncontrollably.”
The others exchanged glances… They all felt it.
Yue Yaotai said, “Whatever it is, we can’t afford to offend either the Ghost Extreme Sect or the Ancestral Altar. The Emerald Beauty must be here. Finding it is our priority.”
Sha Lingshan turned, her silk fan fluttering, and smiled, “Let’s agree beforehand that we’ll retrieve the Emerald Beauty together, and then, after we leave, we’ll decide which faction will keep it. Although we’re all demonic cultivators, and breaking promises is common, this is a serious matter. Don’t betray our agreement.”
Xuan Feng Huanzhi said coldly, “We, the Black Lotus Realm, will honor our agreement. You should be more concerned about her,” glancing at Yue Yaotai.
Yue Yaotai sneered, “You? Honoring an agreement? The Ghost Extreme Sect must have possessed you.”
Xuan Feng Huanzhi glared at Yue Yaotai, her killing intent clear. Dragon Girl and Snake Charmer also gripped their weapons. The Moon Lotus Pavilion members glared back, refusing to yield.
Sha Lingshan stepped between them, her slender figure separating the two leaders, and said, waving her fan, “Let’s go down. We shouldn’t be fighting amongst ourselves before we even find the Emerald Beauty.”
“According to Grandmaster Shuiyue’s research, three hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Evil Lotus Sect built a Demonic Lotus Palace somewhere beneath Dragon Head Mountain. The Demon Empress’s poetic title mentions, ‘Fire tests the heavens, scorns celestial laws.’ Where the fire lotus blooms is the Demonic Lotus Palace. The question is, how do we find this sea of demonic fire?”
The Black Lotus Realm and Moon Lotus Pavilion members separated, wary of each other, searching the area.
A sea of flames burned at the bottom of the chasm, but it radiated no heat.
Upon closer inspection, the flames formed a giant lotus flower, its fiery petals unfolding around a central core.
The endless flames, constantly shifting and swirling, transformed the cavern into a demonic realm.
And amidst this sea of fire, a young woman, her mind consumed by rage, attacked her lover… the cruel, domineering, gentle, and mysterious young man.
“Is this the ‘Ghost Gate Opens, Flaunting in Public’ that Grandmaster Shuiyue mentioned?” a woman’s voice whispered from the shadows, “Is that black carriage carrying the ‘Flaunting Star’ divine crystal?”
A group of women hid, observing the battle between the Ancestral Altar and the Ghost Extreme Sect.
A tall woman in a green robe, her hair in a high bun, wearing a phoenix crown, was Xuan Feng Huanzhi, the leader of the Black Lotus Realm.
A woman with fair skin and ample bosom, dressed in colorful attire, her hair in a flowing cloud bun, was Yue Yaotai, the leader of the Moon Lotus Pavilion.
And a younger woman, her figure slender, holding an elegant round fan, was Sha Lingshan, the leader of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion.
Behind them were their respective factions’ experts: Dragon Girl and Snake Charmer of the Black Lotus Realm, Zhu Ping and Huan Tingting of the Moon Lotus Pavilion, Peach Blossom Lady and Plum Blossom Lady of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion, and others.
It was Sha Lingshan who had spoken.
“Yes,” Xuan Feng Huanzhi said coldly, “The one in the black coffin is Peng Tianwang, the leader of the Ghost Extreme Sect. He must be over a hundred and ten years old now. He rarely appears in public. I didn’t expect such a grand entrance.”
They looked up and saw the golden pearl before Grandmother Ba radiating a brilliant light. The black coffin on the carriage also emitted a powerful demonic aura. The golden energy within the chasm swirled, drawn towards both the pearl and the coffin.
“That energy must be what they’re fighting over,” Sha Lingshan sighed, “I wonder what it is. Even from this distance, I can feel my own internal energy surging.”
The others exchanged glances. They all felt it.
Yue Yaotai said, “Whatever it is, we can’t afford to get involved. The Emerald Beauty must be here. Finding it is our priority.”
Sha Lingshan turned and smiled, waving her fan, “Let’s agree beforehand that we’ll retrieve the Emerald Beauty together, and then we’ll decide who keeps it. We’re all demonic cultivators, so breaking promises is normal, but this is important. Don’t betray our agreement.”
Xuan Feng Huanzhi said coldly, “The Black Lotus Realm will keep its word. You should be more worried about her,” glancing at Yue Yaotai.
Yue Yaotai sneered, “You? Keeping your word? The Ghost Extreme Sect must have possessed you.”
Xuan Feng Huanzhi glared at Yue Yaotai, her killing intent palpable. Dragon Girl and Snake Charmer gripped their weapons. The Moon Lotus Pavilion members glared back, their hostility evident.
Sha Lingshan stepped between them, waving her fan, “Let’s go down. We shouldn’t be fighting before we even find the Emerald Beauty.”
“According to Grandmaster Shuiyue’s research, three hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Evil Lotus Sect built a Demonic Lotus Palace somewhere beneath Dragon Head Mountain. The Demon Empress’s poetic title says, ‘Fire tests the heavens.’ Where the fire lotus blooms is the Demonic Lotus Palace. But how do we find this sea of demonic fire?”
The Black Lotus Realm and Moon Lotus Pavilion members separated, wary of each other, looking around.
A sea of flames burned at the bottom of the chasm, but it radiated no heat.
Upon closer inspection, they saw the flames formed a giant lotus, its petals unfolding around a central core.
The endless flames transformed the cavern into a demonic realm.
And amidst this sea of fire, a young woman, her mind consumed by rage, attacked the young man.
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