Chapter 189

Chapter 189: The Ghost King Bows Three Times, the Underworld Opens

The green mountain flowed with holy blood—a truly terrifying sight.

Was the mountain… a saint?

When Zhang Yang clearly saw the entire scene, his eyes instantly sharpened, filled with a chilling killing intent as he gazed at the summit.

At the very top of the green mountain, a black Ancient Coffin stood vertically, embedded into the peak.

The surface of the coffin was covered in skull patterns, inscribed with eerie ghostly runes, revealing its origins—it had undoubtedly come from the Ghostly Divine Platform.

The mountain itself remained whole, unmarked by caves or damage.

Only the ghostly coffin jutted from the summit, splitting the green mountain and creating a fissure from which holy blood flowed. Yet, the blood had no fishy stench; instead, it carried a faint fragrance. It spilled across the mountain before seeping back into the earth.

Zhang Yang could not determine the mountain’s secrets, but one thing was certain—the ghostly coffin was anything but benevolent.

Having dealt with the Ghostly Divine Platform before, his approach was clear: destroy it! Crush it!

Without hesitation, he decided to remove the ghostly coffin.

He stepped toward the green mountain.

Activating the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, his speed surged to an astonishing level.

His voice was ice-cold. “Anything related to the Ghostly Divine Platform should be eradicated!”

Unexpectedly, someone responded.

From behind the massive ghostly coffin, a figure emerged, his tone equally frigid. “Zhang Yang, you are the one who should be eradicated!”

Zhang Yang did not recognize him.

But Flower Phantom did.

She immediately called out, “He is Ghost King Wudao!”

Ghost King Wudao had only recently entered the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, leading the Ghostly Guards. At that time, he had already reached the fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm.

Now, his eyes glowed with a fierce, burning light.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time," Ghost King Wudao declared. "When I saw the Asura assassins appear here, I chose to abandon my ascent. I knew you would come. You have shattered the path of the dead saint, destroyed the seven-colored soil, and, as I was recently informed, even broke the blood forest. You clearly have ambitions to unravel the peculiarities of the Saint Path in this place. That is why I waited."

His gaze turned sharp as he spoke his next words.

“Zhang Yang! I was ordered to kill you—let me complete my mission now!"

“Buried with you!”

Without warning, he knelt before the ghostly coffin, slicing his palm open and letting his black blood spill forth. His voice thundered across the mountain.

“With my blood, I beseech my ancestors to awaken and eliminate my great enemy from the Ghostly Divine Platform!”

At that moment, Zhang Yang felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

His intuition screamed at him.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his speed, charging up the summit.

Seeing this, Ghost King Wudao slammed his forehead against the ground, bowing three times before the ghostly coffin.

At the same time, he roared:

“The Ghost King bows three times—the underworld opens!”

This was a terrifying bloodline secret technique, performed at the cost of his own lifeblood.

BOOM!

The ghostly coffin trembled violently, as though something inside had been awakened.

CRACK~~

The black coffin lid slowly shifted, revealing a dark, widening gap.

Suddenly—

A terrifying ghostly hand reached out from within.

The moment the ghostly hand appeared, the heavens and earth underwent a dramatic transformation.

The once eternal clear skies of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins darkened.

Black clouds churned overhead, amassing like an army of thousands descending upon the land.

It was as if doomsday had arrived.

This power far surpassed the Ascending to Heaven realm.

Yet, the green mountain instantly became enraged.

BOOM!

The green mountain roared, unleashing a blinding surge of white light that shot skyward, aiming to obliterate the ghostly hand and penetrate the ghostly coffin.

And so—

The ghostly hand clashed with the holy light of the green mountain.

BOOM!

Black and white lights collided, shaking the heavens and unleashing a terrifying energy wave.

The shockwave erupted outward, engulfing everything in its path.

Zhang Yang, Flower Phantom, and Ghost King Wudao were all sent flying.

Among them, Ghost King Wudao suffered the most.

Even with the black light shielding him, he was still hurled thousands of meters away, coughing up blood.

Flower Phantom was least affected. Though flung seven or eight hundred meters, her Qian Kun Spirit Plate radiated a divine brilliance, dispersing much of the force. Landing gracefully, she skimmed along the ground, swiftly maneuvering around the green mountain, heading straight for Ghost King Wudao to hunt him down.

Zhang Yang, who had been charging toward the ghostly coffin, was also struck hard. Yet, without hesitation, he activated his half-awakened bloodline, partially neutralizing the holy power of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.

Even so, he was flung over a thousand meters before finally stabilizing.

Upon landing, he looked up.

The ghostly hand had shattered, its form obliterated.

However, thick black light continued to pour from the ghostly coffin, colliding fiercely with the white light of the green mountain.

The two energies intertwined like ropes, engaged in an unrelenting struggle.

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes.

He watched intently, assessing the battle between the ghostly coffin and the green mountain.

Then, his body tensed.

His intuition told him that—for now—the two forces were in balance.

And he trusted his intuition completely.

Even though this move was fraught with great danger, he did not hesitate.

Once more, he launched himself into the air, charging forward.

As he approached, a faint Holy Voice emanated from within the ghostly coffin.

It was a voice laced with an unimaginable darkness, whispering words of slaughter and death.

Something horrifying lurked within.

"One Coffin, One Underworld!"

The five words resonated deeply, each striking Zhang Yang’s heart like a heavy hammer, filling him with immense pressure.

The Holy Voice alone was enough to make anyone cower and retreat.

But Zhang Yang merely let out a cold snort.

"I seek to become an immortal—fear has no place in my heart!"

He had long since cast aside fear.

He pressed forward.

Sensing the delicate balance of the moment, the ghostly coffin slowly slid its lid open on its own, revealing more of what lay within.

Then—

A golden hand, devoid of flesh and blood, emerged.

A moment later, an entire body followed.

A golden skeleton crawled out.

It looked as though it had been cast from pure gold, yet its eye sockets were nothing but deep, dark voids—soul-piercing and empty.

The golden skeleton let out a long, guttural roar, a sound that seemed to echo from the depths of the underworld.

Suddenly—

The earth around the green mountain trembled violently.

The ground cracked open, and decaying corpses began to claw their way to the surface.

These rotting figures were mostly covered in black hair—they were zombies.

In the next instant, the zombies surged forward, lunging toward Zhang Yang with murderous intent.

Zhang Yang didn’t even spare them a glance.

He charged straight ahead, undeterred by the zombies springing at him from all directions.

At the same time, a palpable killing intent began to emanate from his body.

Then—

Killing Thunder!

Baxiang Divine Fire!

Freezing Cold!

Dazzling Golden Light!

The four divine powers were unleashed simultaneously, each performing its own devastating role.

The golden light burned with blinding intensity.

The freezing cold encased the zombies in solid ice.

The killing thunder obliterated them in explosive bursts.

And the Baxiang Divine Fire incinerated what remained.

This was a symphony of destruction, perfectly orchestrated.

The result—

The zombies could not even come close to him.

He carved a path of carnage all the way to the base of the green mountain, then ascended to heaven, continuing his relentless advance.

The golden skeleton, filled with fury, leaped from the summit, hurtling down through the air with deadly intent.

Its entire body radiated a brilliant golden light.

Even more terrifying—

Tendrils of ominous aura coiled around it, drawn from the ghostly coffin, further enhancing its power.

This single strike was so domineering that it seemed capable of shattering the heavens and the earth.

But—

Zhang Yang, too, underwent a transformation.

At that moment—

The thunder, the golden light, and the freezing cold all vanished.

The Ultimate Baxiang Power was too tyrannical, too overwhelming—it would not coexist with any other divine force.

One force suppressed nine!

One force surpassed all others!

This was a power unrivaled in the world.

The most terrifying aspect—

Like a Baxiang, his collision with the void sent ripples through space, spreading across a hundred-meter radius.

A spectacle far more awe-inspiring than anything the golden skeleton could muster.

Man and skeleton collided, their clash shaking the very fabric of reality.