153: Chapter 153 The Real Dead Ghost!!

"Hand over the cultivation method for the Death Concept, and I can leave your corpse intact."

Chu Feng was quite interested in the cultivation method for the Death Concept.

If he obtained the Death Concept cultivation method and paired it with the Life Concept he had previously comprehended,

he would be able to comprehend the Yin and Yang Concept.

In the future, that would become the Yin and Yang Law.

"You little brat, what arrogant words!!!"

The Earth Ghost became even more enraged.

Its arm, covered in pitch-black scales, suddenly rose, and a ball of Death Qi, dark to the extreme, condensed at its fingertips.

Screech!!!

That Death Qi transformed into a sharp beam of light, tearing through the air and heading straight for Chu Feng's face.

This strike contained the Death Concept that the Earth Ghost had cultivated for hundreds of years. It was bone-chillingly cold; wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be frozen into ice crystals.

The surrounding stone walls were instantly covered with a thin layer of black frost, making a faint "crackling" sound.

Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged as he stepped aside to dodge. The beam of light grazed the corner of his clothes and struck the stone wall behind him.

With a loud boom,

a bottomless hole exploded into the stone wall, with an aura of deathly silence permeating the edges.

The rock seemed to lose all vitality in an instant, becoming grayish-white and brittle, turning into powder at the slightest touch.

"Hiss!! Terrifying!!"

Tang An sucked in a breath of cold air. His earth net sword was already unsheathed, with a golden-red light flowing over the blade, ready to assist at any moment.

The Earth Ghost did not pause for a moment after its missed strike.

Its form turned into a black afterimage, and every move it made carried a thick aura of death, as if it wanted to completely devour Chu Feng.

Its claws were like the scythe of a death god, creating a sharp whistling sound as they swung; each strike was enough to easily tear apart a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Completion Stage.

"Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, then don't blame me!!!"

Chu Feng's voice remained calm, but the moment the words fell, his counterattack poured out like a violent storm.

His hands formed seals, and as his magic power surged, dozens of golden sword lights appeared around him.

These sword lights were like living things, interweaving in the air to form an airtight sword net that shrouded toward the Earth Ghost.

The Earth Ghost's pupils shrank; it felt a fatal threat.

It desperately pushed the death power within its body, condensing a thick black barrier in front of it.

An eerie light flowed over that barrier, as if it could swallow all life.

However, when Chu Feng's sword lights hit the barrier, they were not swallowed as the Earth Ghost had expected.

On the contrary, those sword lights actually penetrated the barrier.

"How is this possible!!!"

The Earth Ghost was horrified. Even a Cultivator in the Middle Stage of the Golden Core realm would find its death barrier difficult to break easily. How could this Foundation Establishment Cultivator before it do so?

Pfft!!!

A large black hole exploded in the Earth Ghost's chest, and its aura instantly withered.

"Last chance."

Chu Feng looked down from above. "If you don't hand it over, I'll make you wish you were dead!!"

As he spoke, a pale golden light condensed in his hand.

The fierce light in the Earth Ghost's eyes struggled violently; malice, resentment, and anger—all sorts of emotions surged in its eyes.

It had cultivated underground for thousands of years and had finally achieved its current level of cultivation. Was it all going to be destroyed just like this?

It wanted to resist, it wanted to fight for its life, but the sharp pain from the hole in its chest and the terrifying aura emitted by the light in Chu Feng's hand allowed its reason to prevail.

It lowered its head, its voice hoarse and weary: "Fine... This King agrees."

These words seemed to exhaust all its strength, and its originally straight back hunched slightly.

It raised its hand, and a ball of pitch-black Death Qi condensed at its fingertips once more.

The Death Qi sphere was much smaller than before, but it was more solid, with eerie runes flowing on its surface.

"This is the cultivation method for the Death Concept. You... take it." The Earth Ghost tossed the Death Qi sphere toward Chu Feng.

Chu Feng caught it and sent his Divine Sense into it. A vast amount of information rushed in like a tide.

It was a mysterious and profound insight into the essence of death.

He could feel the massive amount of information contained within, and he could also sense the potential traps that might exist.

But he didn't show any reaction; his expression remained as calm as water.

He looked up, his expression unchanged: "Make way."

The Earth Ghost fell silent for a moment, then stepped aside. Its gaze lingered on the backs of the three for a split second, a shadow of gloom passing through its eyes.

Within that gloom was hidden deep malice and a trace of hard-to-detect smugness. "The Death Concept... do you think it's really that easy to Cultivate..."

Then.

"Collect!!!"

The Earth Ghost was pulled into the tianyuan cauldron. Under the burning of the Earth Yang True Fire, it quickly became a truly dead ghost!!!

...

An hour later.

The path ahead suddenly opened up.

A massive underground rift lay across their path, pitch black like ink and bottomless.

The edges of the rift were jagged and rugged, as if the earth had been torn apart by some force, leaving behind this unhealable scar.

The stone walls on both sides of the rift were covered with crisscrossing cracks, like countless black snakes winding across the rock.

An eerie aura permeated the air—decayed and deathly silent—as if this were the end of the world, a forbidden zone for life.

Occasionally, small pieces of debris would slide off the edge and fall into that endless darkness. No echo could be heard for a long time, as if they were completely swallowed by the darkness, unable even for sound to escape.

Tang An peeked down and felt as if his Soul was being swallowed by the darkness. A chill rose from his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Chu Feng stood quietly, his gaze falling into the abyss.

With the strength of his Divine Sense, even he could not reach the bottom.

His Divine Sense was like a stone sinking into the sea; once it entered that darkness, it completely lost contact, as if it had been swallowed by something.

This feeling made him wary, yet his face remained as calm as water.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the aura escaping from the rift.

It was a kind of power he had never encountered—ancient, deep, and containing endless death and destruction.

But within this death, there also seemed to be a faint, seemingly non-existent trace of life, as if confirming the principle that things reach their extremes only to reverse, and that life and death depend on each other.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing air came from behind.

The Duobao Sect, the Tianyang Sect, as well as those Loose Cultivators and demonic Cultivators, emerged one after another from various tunnels, gathering at the edge of the rift.

The crowds pouring out from the tunnels all stopped in their tracks simultaneously upon seeing this abyss.

For a moment, everyone's expression was grave.

Even Cultivators in the Golden Core realm could not see clearly what was hidden within that abyss.

They either sent out their Divine Sense to investigate or used secret techniques to peer in, but the results were all the same.

They could see nothing and sense nothing, as if the abyss were a giant black hole swallowing everything.

Where is this?

No one knew.

Silence spread like a tide, making it hard for people to breathe.

The originally noisy discussions and arguments had now vanished without a trace.

All that remained was the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Everyone was awestruck by this abyss. That fear originating from the depths of the Soul made even the most unruly demonic Cultivators afraid to act rashly.

Boom!!!

From the depths of the rift, a low rumble suddenly sounded.

The sound grew louder as it approached, carrying a Soul-stirring pressure, as if some gargantuan creature was awakening at the bottom of the abyss.

The rumbling was mixed with some eerie sound, like the breathing of a giant beast, or like some underground mechanism in operation.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

Immediately following that.

Echoes came from the depths of the rift. The sound reverberated back and forth in the abyss, getting closer and clearer, as if something was climbing up from the bottom.

The ground began to vibrate slightly, and debris slid from the edge of the rift with a faint sound.

"What's going on???"

Tang An's face changed. He subconsciously took two steps back, his earth net sword already unsheathed, its blade glowing faintly and ready for action.

His eyes were fixed on the abyss, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

In all his years of cultivation, this was the first time he had encountered such an eerie situation. The pressure made him almost unable to breathe.

Chu Feng's brow was furrowed, his gaze grave.

That aura... contained endless death and destruction.

He could feel that the source of the aura was still far away, but just this tiny bit that had escaped was enough to make him feel a sense of warning.

"Something is wrong. Be ready to retreat at any time."

He sent a secret transmission, the magic power in his body already circulating to the limit.

His Divine Sense covered the surroundings; any slight movement would not escape his perception.

At the same time, his Five-Dragon Beast Spirit Talisman was also ready to be activated. Once things went south, he would immediately take Tang An and Song Yun and leave.

The others were also communicating rapidly.

At this moment.

Matters like the struggle between orthodox and demonic paths, or slaying demons and devils, were all tossed to the back of their minds.

Faced with an unknown horror, everyone instinctively had the thought of banding together.

The Cultivators of various sects, who were originally clearly divided, now moved closer together, as if this could provide some sense of security.

Even those demonic Cultivators who wouldn't blink an eye at killing now restrained their ferocity and warily scanned their surroundings.

"Junior Brother Chu, you are here as well?"

Suddenly, a cool and clear voice rang out.

The voice was like a clear spring flowing through one's heart, sounding particularly striking in this oppressive environment.

Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the voice.

Mu Xuanyin stood among the crowd, looking particularly prominent in the dim light.

Her gaze fell on Chu Feng, the corners of her lips curving up slightly as she beckoned to him.

Chu Feng immediately understood, and a look of just the right amount of surprise appeared on his face: "Senior Sister Mu! I didn't expect to meet you here."

He led Tang An and Song Yun through the crowd and came to the front of the Xuanwu Army formation.

The Xuanwu Army automatically made way for them, letting them stand beside Mu Xuanyin.

"I also didn't expect to meet Junior Brother Chu and Junior Brother Tang here."

Mu Xuanyin's tone was flat, carrying just the right amount of politeness and distance, as if they were truly just fellow disciples who had met by chance.

Her gaze lingered on Chu Feng for a moment, then swept over Tang An and Song Yun, and finally landed on the distant abyss.

Her indifferent attitude was beyond reproach, yet it clearly conveyed a sense of distance.

The surrounding gazes fell on Chu Feng and Tang An, looking them up and down.

Who is this person??