Chapter 67

"Ghost King Cannon... Night Parade of One Hundred Demons technique... Got it, found it, right here." Lin Feng's spirits lifted as he carefully read the description.

The Ghost King Cannon is a secret and powerful spell passed down from the ancient Ten Thousand Ghost Sect. It extracts the yin souls of countless fierce ghosts, compresses them with secret techniques, and releases them instantly, with extremely strong offensive power, one of the killing moves of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons technique is another secret and powerful spell passed down from the ancient Ten Thousand Ghost Sect. After killing a target, it can confine their soul and refine it into a yin ghost using secret techniques. The yin ghost is hidden within the user's magical power and can be released to attack enemies when needed. The yin ghost retains all its cultivation from life, and the number of yin ghosts a user can control is closely related to their own cultivation level.

Lin Feng's eyes darted around. "Ten Thousand Ghost Sect? It seems to be a prominent demonic sect from several hundred years ago, which was later destroyed by the Shu Mountain Sword Sect."

The power structure of the Tianyuan Great World is relatively stable. Apart from the joint Buddhist suppression by the Great Zhou Dynasty and many other forces thirty years ago, there has been little change.

Before the Buddhist suppression, the three great holy places basically represented the most powerful forces in the world. Even during the Buddhist suppression, the presence of Tai Xu Temple and the Shu Mountain Sword Sect was evident, otherwise, the Great Thunder Sound Temple would not have been destroyed.

Since the rise of the three great holy places, the demonic sects have had a hard time, basically being like rats that everyone wants to kill. Even if a few powerful figures emerged and became prominent for a time, they ultimately could not escape being suppressed and destroyed.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Sect is a typical example. At its peak, its influence far exceeded that of ordinary sects, rivaling the three great holy places, and it was the holy land of ghost cultivators, leading the demonic sects.

But at the peak of its power, it declined. After several top demons in the sect died for various reasons, it ultimately could not escape its fate of destruction. A sword cultivator from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect challenged the sect and single-handedly destroyed it with a single sword, becoming one of the legendary stories of the sword cultivator's fierce life.

Lin Feng glanced at Sikong Nan and suddenly asked, "Are you a member of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect?"

Sikong Nan was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter. "I never thought, I never thought, that there would still be someone who remembers our Ten Thousand Ghost Sect."

"That's right, I am the last elder of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, Sikong Nan." He smiled proudly. "Where did you hear about the name of our Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, young man?"

Lin Feng slowly said, "I heard it from a friend."

Sikong Nan laughed. "You have good knowledge."

Lin Feng continued slowly, "In his sect, the legend of your Ten Thousand Ghost Sect has always been passed down."

Sikong Nan was taken aback. "Is he also from a demonic sect?"

"No." Lin Feng shook his head, a warm and gentle smile like the sun in spring spreading across his face. "My friend is named Liu Yang. He is a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. In his sect, there has always been a legend about a powerful predecessor who single-handedly challenged and destroyed your Ten Thousand Ghost Sect with a single sword."

Instantly, Sikong Nan fell silent.

The next moment, the entire Netherworld Pearl space trembled, echoing with Sikong Nan's furious roar: "I'll kill you!"

Lin Feng secretly smiled. The more angry Sikong Nan was, the less stable his control over his magical power became, and the more vulnerabilities he exposed.

Even the Netherworld Pearl seemed to reject him more.

Sikong Nan was immediately punished, suffering greatly under the suppression of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Bodhisattvas and Arhats Formation. At this point, he realized he had been tricked by Lin Feng and hurriedly tried to calm himself to resist Lin Feng.

The spiritual energy inside the Netherworld Pearl was extremely viscous, like lead or mercury, making it difficult for Lin Feng to mobilize it.

Moreover, the longer he was in contact with this spiritual energy, the more he found his magical power gradually losing control.

It was not like the Blood River True Water, which pollutes one's magical power, but rather it had a tendency to revert Lin Feng's hard-earned magical power back to ordinary, pure spiritual energy.

Cultivators practice by incorporating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies and converting it into their own magical power. However, within the Netherworld Pearl, there was a subtle force that could reverse the conversion of spiritual energy and magical power.

Sikong Nan was able to resist the purification of Lin Feng's Twenty-Four Heavenly Bodhisattvas and Arhats Formation by using this force.

After some thought, Lin Feng realized that the Netherworld Pearl might be related to the legendary Netherworld True Water, or even be refined from it.

The Netherworld True Water, like the Blood River True Water, is one of the six true waters in the world, originating from the Netherworld of the Underworld, a place closer to the Hell of Endless Suffering than the Blood River of the Underworld.

The Netherworld is also known as the River of Forgetfulness, and the Netherworld True Water is also called the Water of Forgetfulness. Its power can purify everything in the world, reverting it to its most primitive and original state.

A person's soul, once touched by the Netherworld True Water, will lose all memory.

Magical power, once contaminated by the Netherworld True Water, will be reverted to the purest form of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, the Netherworld Pearl seemed to have suffered significant damage, and there was no true Netherworld True Water inside it. Otherwise, Lin Feng's magical power would have been completely nullified by now.

However, the Netherworld Pearl, being refined from the Netherworld True Water, still possessed some of its miraculous effects, helping Sikong Nan resist Lin Feng's purification.

Lin Feng pondered, "Water and fire do not mix. To counter the Netherworld True Water, only the seven true fires of the same level can do it. I don't have the seven true fires, but there is no true Netherworld True Water here either."

"The Immovable Wisdom King's Wrath is one of the spiritual fires just below the seven true fires. If I could cultivate the Immovable Wisdom King's Wrath, I could definitely counter the Netherworld Pearl's magical power."

Unfortunately, like the Dizang Golden Body, Lin Feng had not yet cultivated the Immovable Wisdom King's Wrath. It was not due to a lack of talent, but because his current peak Qi cultivation level was too low to cultivate the Immovable Wisdom King's Wrath.

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the twenty-four golden-robed arhats, thinking, "Perhaps I can borrow their power."

The twenty-four relics used to form the array were the remains of high-ranking monks from the Great Thunder Sound Temple. These powerful monks had cultivation levels far beyond the Foundation Establishment stage. However, because Huiku's cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, the relics were refined into twenty-four arhats with Foundation Establishment-level power.

Now in Lin Feng's hands, as his cultivation level improved, the Foundation Establishment stage was manageable. If he could one day form a Golden Core and achieve Golden Core-level cultivation, he could re-refine these relics to obtain twenty-four arhats with Golden Core-level power, which would be a truly formidable force.

Lin Feng converted his magical power into the fire-type magical power of the Immovable Wisdom King's technique and tried to communicate with the twenty-four golden-robed arhats using this fire-type magical power.

Three of the golden-robed arhats responded, resonating with Lin Feng's Immovable Wisdom King's technique.

Lin Feng felt relieved, knowing his guess was correct.

The relics that manifested these three golden-robed arhats were likely from high-ranking monks who had cultivated the Immovable Wisdom King's technique!

Lin Feng smiled. "This makes things easier. I was afraid none of you twenty-four had cultivated the Immovable Wisdom King's technique, but now there are three. Heh heh, old ghost, you're done for!"

Lin Feng continuously injected the magical power of the Immovable Wisdom King's technique into the three arhats. His magical power activated the latent magical power in the relics, and the three arhats were immediately engulfed in flames.

The other arhats, in groups of seven, formed three teams, each protecting the three flaming arhats and continuously supplying them with magical power.

The three flaming arhats joined their palms and chanted the Buddha's name, and the flames on their bodies rose to the sky, merging into a sea of fire above their heads.

Sikong Nan felt a sense of danger and looked up at the sea of fire in terror. "Little brat, what are you doing?"

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