Soon, everyone chose their respective passageways and stepped directly into the entrance.

Compared to anxiety and caution for the unknown, everyone was somewhat eager to enter.

After all, this was the Land of Inheritance of the Divine Thought Patriarch, the unparalleled Loose Cultivator of nearly a millennium, dubbed the King of Independent Cultivators. A step faster might just allow one to obtain the legacy left behind.

Watching the others’ figures disappear into the passage, Zheng Yi didn’t delay either and walked straight in.

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In an instant, the moment his foot stepped inside, ghostly wails echoed in his ears, waves of chilling cold blasted against him, seemingly wanting to freeze everything that entered. The piercing cold made Zheng Yi frown slightly.

In the space not far away, semi-transparent figures surfaced, resembling ghosts, flitting through the space ceaselessly.

Indeed, just as one would expect from the Netherworld Yellow Springs Dao, after taking only a few steps, Zheng Yi was surrounded by raging ghostly winds and saw numerous ghosts dancing in the air.

One can only imagine how many terrifying Ghosts are lurking in the depths of the passage, waiting.

Yet for others, this might seem troublesome, but as the Lord of the Soul Hall, they might have met their nemesis.

Zheng Yi casually waved his hand, and a massive White Bone Palanquin, carried by the Four Great Ghost Kings, appeared.

One-Horned Ghost King, Soul-Catching Ghost King, Golden-Eyed Ghost King, Strong Ghost King.

At the forefront of the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin, the Blood Robe Ghost King, clad in a blood-red robe, hoisted a giant Nine-tailed Ghost King Banner, advancing with great momentum, spreading Ghost Qi, forming a vast Ghost Realm.

Like a black hole, it voraciously devoured all the Yin Qi and spirits that came near.

With Zheng Yi’s spellcasting, the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin appeared abruptly in the space, an invisible aura erupted, and the ghostly wailing and the advancing ghosts seemed to feel an enormous threat, falling silent in an instant.

But the sweeping tempest had already surged, like an invisible shockwave, crashing towards the depths of the passage.

Faintly, one could hear an angry roar coming from the very depths of the passage.

The Blood Robe Ghost King took the lead, holding the Nine-tailed Ghost King Banner, standing at the forefront of the team, followed closely by the four towering Ghost Kings carrying the imposing White Bone Palanquin.

As the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin advanced, a terrifying tide of Evil Qi surged towards the depths of the Netherworld Yellow Springs Dao, as if provoking, seemingly unconcerned with the reaction of the place’s master.

Roar!

Roar!

Not far away, deep within the passage, a thick black fog suddenly appeared.

Upon closer inspection, it was not ghostly mist but numerous intertwined Ghostly Evil Spirits, forming a chilling mass of air.

With the enraged roars from deep within, this dense black fog madly surged forward as if retaliating against the provocation of the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin.

The dense black fog, like a writhing serpent, roared forward, its terrifying and frenzied aura shook the heavens and earth, dense Yin Qi blanketing the sky, like a giant black hand, slamming down hard. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Zheng Yi watched the terrible air current rushing from the Netherworld Yellow Springs Dao, his eyes extremely calm, utterly unmoved.

If it were other means, he might have had some reservations.

But in another world, his divine role was as the God of Tai Mountain, the Lord of the Soul Hall, the Yin Spirit who governs the final resting place of all Soul Spirits.

What could these mere Ghosts possibly do to him?