Above the Great Dao
Chapter 602 - 276: It’s the Father’s Fault for Not Teaching the Child

Chapter 602: Chapter 276: It’s the Father’s Fault for Not Teaching the Child

The boat girl and her father, seeing no escape, exchanged a glance. Suddenly, both lifted their feet and with a heavy stomp, the heavens and earth flipped, the Qushang River hung upside down, and the painted pleasure boat had already appeared in the underworld!

The father and daughter duo revealed their true forms, both being horse-headed ghost deities, hundreds of feet tall with ghostly fire swirling around them!

Holding a bamboo pole, the boatman, like a great spear penetrating heaven and earth, shouted fiercely, "Zhong Kui, others may fear you, but my daughter and I do not!"

Now in the heart of West Capital City, the boat girl and her father had drawn them into the underworld. Around them, countless colossal primordial spirits suddenly appeared, seated in the heavens.

These were the primordial spirits of the Mahayana Realm, incomparably powerful, and ghost deities dare not approach!

Their gazes penetrated the Yin Yang Two Realms, seeing everything with perfect clarity.

The underworld of West Capital was thousands of times larger than the mortal world, with these primordial spirits scattered about, sitting in pairs or threes, suppressing their territories.

Attracted by the commotion, they all looked over, each one showing a look of shock, "Three ghost deities? No, four!"

"And Chen Shi is among them!"

Zhong Kui had not made his move, but behind them, Tie Chi had already revealed the true form of a Bull Head Rakshasa, about a thousand feet tall with a body like an iron mountain, standing amidst the clouds. With a slap of his hand, the boatman turned around, roared, and thrust the great spear.

The spinning spear issued a bizarre and eerie sound like wailing ghosts and howling gods, immensely plaintive.

The boatman’s footsteps were solid, his muscles crackling as they twitched, bringing his physical strength to its peak.

Being an underworld creature, he had cultivated a body of ghost and divine powers, which led to his divine employment in the underworld bureaucracy.

This skill was hard-earned, thanks to his exceptional talent and also the fruit of his arduous cultivation.

He had captured many formidable beings wandering in the mortal world, among which there were those of the Returning Void Realm and Mahayana Realm, who, despite the end of their lifespans, refused to die, preserving their lives by various means, even setting traps, formations, calling friends, attempting to kill the messengers of death that came for them.

It was in such battles that he grew up, confident in his abilities as not inferior to any Judge or Yin Commander. It was merely due to the nepotism in the underworld that he eventually became a lowly messenger.

With this thrust of his spear, the tip danced like a spray of blossoms, dazzling to behold.

"What a mighty ghost deity!" exclaimed a primordial spirit of the Mahayana Realm in the sky.

The fusion of the ghost deity’s physical body and Primordial Spirit was seamless, the thrust of the spear executed so perfectly that even they found it to be the pinnacle of proficiency!

As the Bull Head Rakshasa slapped down, the spear cracked and shattered in an instant. The boatman’s hands were dripping with blood, his arms a muddle of flesh and blood. Not only was the spear crushed to dust, but the ghostly deity’s body was also torn asunder!

An overwhelmingly thick force bore down, the boatman lifting his hands to receive it. The ground beneath his feet cracked open to reveal a huge fissure, forming a ravine for miles.

His legs strained to the max, muscles taut, skin bursting open as the Qi-Blood within boiled forth from pores on the surface, scalding hot as fire.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he could bear it no longer, falling to his knees with a thud.

In West Capital, many Mahayana Realm primordial spirits were moved by this scene.

The boatman, a horse-headed ghost deity, was exceedingly strong. In the mortal world, perhaps he was not quite their equal, but in the underworld, the power of ghost deities surged, borrowing from the might of the underworld’s heavens and earth. Even they held some fear.

Yet before that monstrous Bull Head, not a single move could be made before being crushed!

Such strength was admirable.

At that moment, the gaze of a Mahayana Realm primordial spirit fell upon the red-robed Zhong Kui beside Chen Shi.

"It’s him!"

"The strange deity who fought the Fire and Earth Judges of the underworld last night!"

They all showed concern. Last night, the Fire Judge and Earth Judge joined forces to attack Zhong Kui, causing chaos and darkness in the underworld. With only the upper half of his body manifested in the underworld, Zhong Kui managed to drive the two powerful Judges to defeat, nearly devouring the Earth Judge.

Fortunately, when hundreds of ghost deities and messengers of death heard the news, they converged on Zhong Kui.

That battle shook the heavens and split the earth of the underworld, nearly extending to West Capital!

West Capital, home to many Mahayana and Returning Void Realm beings, and the True King Nine Palaces, held back the fierce tide of the onslaught.

To those observers, the scene was all too clear. They saw the red-robed iron-faced ghost deity, even when surrounded, kill and devour numerous ghosts and goblins.

The battle left even these onlookers with chills.

Later, as the number of ghost deities increased and more powerful ones arrived from afar, the red-robed Zhong Kui was forced to retreat back to the mortal world.

"Why is he standing with Chen Shi?"

The primordial spirits were utterly astounded, "Could it be that Chen Shi has other backers besides Creation Little Five?"

Just then, the boat girl knelt with a thud before Chen Shi, pleading, "My father and I realize our fault, and we are willing to find your mother’s soul!"

This act greatly shook the Mahayana Realm existences’ spirits, leading them to doubt their own eyes.

"The backing Chen Shi has in the underworld is too formidable if even a death’s messenger kneels before him!"

Zhong Kui looked toward Chen Shi, who nodded slightly.

The painted pleasure boat returned to the mortal world.

In West Capital, that group of powerful primordial spirits was filled with doubts and uncertainty.

"That red-robed ghost deity isn’t Chen Shi’s backer! It seems that only after Chen Shi nodded did the red-robed ghost deity bring them back to the mortal world. As if, Chen Shi is his backer!"

This revelation left them shockingly perplexed.

Chen Shi had strength in the underworld which was even more terrifying than that in the mortal world!

This they saw with their own eyes, there could be no mistake!

Before long, the father and daughter were escorted to Xinxiang Hall, arriving beside Nannan. Tie Chi kicked behind their knees, and the two fell to their knees with a thud.