Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 646: The Birth of the Ghost King

At this moment, all the Supreme Saint Experts were wiped out by this palm.

Several Supreme Saints who were still battling Ye Xuanji exploded into pieces, turning into a blood mist.

These Supreme and Great Saint Experts, from the moment they saw the giant palm above their heads to their deaths, all happened within an extremely short time span—they didn't even have the chance to activate their Divine Skills before they perished.

Above the Dao Stage Plain, at this moment, apart from Ye Xuanji, Elder Fu Hu from Golden Buddha Mountain, and Elder He from Spirit Dragon Holy Land, no Saint Stage or above expert was left standing.

All the Supreme Saint Experts were shattered by a single palm.

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"Whew!"

"What the hell?!"

In the distance, all the cultivators were stunned, their hearts filled with horror.

They had been dazzled by Qinchuan's performance and had completely failed to notice that after the souls and spirits of these Great and Supreme Saint Experts drifted towards the eight directions and entered the eight Ghost King Peaks, these peaks suddenly began to flash with a strange, blood-red light.

The locust trees in front of these eight Ghost King Peaks had turned completely blood-red, lusciously alluring, looking from afar like pools of blood.

An unceasing stream of cultivators' souls entered the eight Ghost King Peaks surrounding them. Beneath the peaks, invisible to all, the power of an array surged wildly as flames at the core scorched every soul that entered the depths of the Ghost King Peaks.

These souls were burned by the flames and, ultimately, transformed into terrifying black evil qi.

The evil qi that the souls transformed into then flowed into the trunks from beneath the earth, beginning to nourish the eight bizarre locust trees.

Deep underground, numerous roots pierced through the earth. Interwoven beneath the Abyss, they condensed into a sinister, blood-red secret room.

Inside the secret room, a young man with an ungodly air about him and hair fluttering about was sitting cross-legged, stark naked.

The smooth, blood-red roots were intertwined with certain mysterious Laws, like Divine Chains, piercing his body in a ghastly fashion.

Among them, blood flowed along these Divine Chains from his body, and a large amount of refined blood re-entered his body from those roots and chains.

At this moment, he was like a man undergoing torture, enduring a pain as if his heart was being pierced by a thousand arrows.

In fact, he was not a tortured prisoner, but the current Holy Master of Spirit Dragon Holy Land—Ye Yu.

He was currently utilizing the Ghost Race Array to refine his own bloodline, to completely transform his bloodline into that of the Ghost Race.

The moment Mount Sumeru opened, he too activated the terrestrial Ghost King Formation, beginning the transformation of his bloodline.

A root as thick as an arm thrust directly into his heart. Essence blood flowed from his limbs, bathed in the evil qi of the Eight Trigrams Ghost King Formation, and then flowed back into his heart.

At this moment, he became one with the eight Ghost King Peaks.

"This guy, I don't know what method he has used, but he actually managed to suppress so many Supreme Saint Experts at the same time!" Having merged with the eight Ghost King Peaks, he could now clearly sense everything happening around Mount Sumeru.

Seeing that Qinchuan, a mere Holy person, could suppress countless Supreme Saints, he, as a Great Emperor, was slightly surprised.

"Hehe, no matter what you used, it's all thanks to you, otherwise, I would have had to find a way to make these guys kill each other."

Ye Yu talked to himself, continuously refining his bloodline. Although he stood high above and could see every move of the people on the Dao Stage, he was unable to use any of his strength; if he stirred his mana, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Otherwise, he would have taken action himself long ago and suppressed these cultivators.

"It's close, it's so close, my supreme Ghost Race bloodline is about to be complete!" Feeling his bloodline becoming purer and more violent, he was unspeakably excited at this moment.

Many years ago, the Ghost Race was locked into the barren Underworld. As the Spiritual Energy depleted, even their talents had fallen from an ancient race to being no better than that of the current Human Race.

Now, Ye Yu had re-refined his bloodline and advanced to a pureblood of the Ghost Race, plus his confidence in having a chance to reproduce the ancient glory of the Ghost Race on the Divine Wilderness Continent.

"When I emerge from seclusion, that will be the day I unify the Divine Wilderness Continent. At that time, I want everyone to submit at my feet! Ga ga ga, ga ga ga!"

Ye Yu felt his bloodline becoming purer and began to fantasize about a splendid future.

...

Above the ground.

The setting sun cast its glow, a dying sun like blood, specks of gold scattered on the ground. The once bustling dojo was now a scene of utter disorder, with countless blood and flesh strewn about.

A desolate and eerie atmosphere began to rise on this land.

The sun was about to set, and the entrance to Mount Sumeru was gradually dimming.

The third day was almost over, and the passageway to Mount Sumeru was about to close.

Within the void, that ancient and mysterious gate flickered, just before it was due to completely close. From within the gate, a burst of light emerged, and a figure rushed out of Mount Sumeru.

Just as the figure emerged from the passage of Mount Sumeru, the gate behind him could no longer hold and vanished completely.

"Huff—"

"I finally made it back in time!"

Hong Yuan patted her chest with lingering fear, having barely rushed out in the nick of time before the closure of Mount Sumeru.

If she hadn't made it, she would have been trapped inside the mountain for thirty thousand years.

"Sister Hong Yuan, you've finally come out!"

Seeing Hong Yuan's figure appear, Ji Huo'er waved from a distance, greeting her.

"Sister Huo'er, you..." Hong Yuan's words were cut off mid-sentence, but her face suddenly changed dramatically as she saw Qinchuan next to Ji Huo'er.

The young man she had mistaken for a Great Emperor.

...

"Hahaha, hahaha, my Ghost Race bloodline has finally fully matured!"

Underground, Ye Yu was surrounded by bloody root chains that exploded. A crimson aura surged around him, and terrifying death qi filled the air, emitting a series of penetrating laughter.

The Eight Trigrams Ghost King Formation was something he had obtained through Soul Search from Mo Yu's soul. It was originally created within the Ghost Race to enhance the rarity of the Ghost Race's bloodline.

He had merely attempted to see if he could rid himself of the Human Race bloodline, not expecting it to actually work.

"Not only did I shed the Human Race bloodline, I've even evolved into a Ghost King bloodline! Good, very good! Thanks to that kid's move killing such a number of Supreme Saints, the death qi is now rich enough."

Ye Yu introspected, feeling an unprecedented strength in his physical body.

At the same time, his demeanor and appearance were undergoing earth-shattering changes.

If it was said that in the past, with half a Ghost Race bloodline and half a Human Race bloodline, although his actions were ruthless and his style enigmatic, he still retained the characteristics of the Human Race.

At this moment, his body radiated terrifying crimson blood qi, and his handsome and sinister features were rapidly transforming, with pockmarked rotting flesh beginning to form on his face.

Human features were fading away, and repulsive slime was spewing out of his limbs.

Among the Ghost Race, the females were seductive and mesmerizing, while the males were hideously disgusting, all of which were now fully manifested in Ye Yu.

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