The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1009

Chapter 1009: Chapter 106: Gamble Chapter 1009: Chapter 106: Gamble Shen Luo's hands formed a spell, and he murmured an incantation. Two strands of his hair suddenly swelled rapidly, transforming into two figures, who were none other than the Bull Demon King and Zhenyuanzi.

Their presence was so lifelike that they seemed no different from the true Bull Demon King and Zhenyuanzi, showing no flaws.

“I have long heard of the profound mystery of Mount Fangcun's Huangting Technique and the 72 Transformations. Seeing them today, I am indeed impressed. This technique of using objects to transform is an advanced application of the 72 Transformations, truly profound. I admire it,” Zhenyuanzi praised.

“Daoist friend Zhenyuan overestimates me. We don't have much time left. Let's hurry and take our separate actions,” Shen Luo nodded and waved his hand, taking Yang Jian, Nie Caizhu, and Qing Lu into the Heavenly Book Space. Then, with a burst of golden light in his hands, he once again used the Thousand-mile Wing Flapping Technique and shot toward the direction of the City of Ghosts.

Zhenyuanzi formed a spell to drive the Earth Book and spread the power of this treasure as far as possible.

Meanwhile, the Bull Demon King was sitting on the ground with Wu Kun sitting across from him. He did not cast spells immediately as this required coordination with Shen Luo and the others.

After half an hour, a flash of green light passed over Zhenyuanzi's waist, and a jade pendant flew out, displaying a line of small characters: Ready.

Upon seeing this, the Bull Demon King immediately employed the Void Illusion Dream Technique. His eyes gradually filled with a layer of hazy white light, which he directed toward Wu Kun's eyes.

Wu Kun's dull eyes seemed to catch the infection, also lighting up with specks of white light, creating an indescribably eerie scene.

The Bull Demon King kept forming spells, and as time passed, the white light in Wu Kun's eyes grew more intense until both eyes turned completely white.

“Quick!” the Bull Demon King shouted lowly and touched a point on Wu Kun's forehead with his bent finger.

Wu Kun's body trembled and then returned to normal, except for a rune resembling an eye that appeared on his forehead, slowly rotating.

At this moment, inside a huge palace in a certain area of the City of Ghosts, a disc as large as a mountain hung in the air. The disc had six pitch-black holes, arranged in sequence. The depths of these holes were unfathomable, unknown where they led.

A power as vast as heaven and earth, that of reincarnation, emanated from the disc. One who approached it would experience countless illusions, as if seeing their past and future lives.

This object was the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, which controlled the cycle of life and death for the beings of the world.

Originally, from ancient times to the present, the ceaselessly rotating Six Paths Reincarnation Disk had now stopped, and its light had also completely dimmed.

At this moment, twelve monks stood around the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, all from the Ghost Clan, each holding a big black flag in their hands.

The flags, with white bone poles and about a zhang long, emitted an extraordinarily powerful presence, comparable to high-grade Magical Treasures.

Each of the twelve big flags was embroidered with the pattern of a monstrous humanoid creature, with some having six legs and four wings, without a face, and others with birds' bodies and human faces, feet resting on two dragons.

Each of these humanoid monsters possessed an imposing aura, as if they were great tyrants from ancient times, capable of shaking the universe with a mere glance.

The twelve monks manipulated the black banners, causing ripples of black light to emerge, forming a giant hexagonal Array that enveloped the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk.

This mighty hexagonal Array was filled with an endless savage aura. Its power was breathtaking, sealing off the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk along with the surrounding void. It was unclear what kind of Array it was.

Each of the twelve monks had reached the late stage of True Immortal, with two even at the peak of True Immortal, just a step away from the Taiyi Realm. Yet even they found it extremely difficult to operate the Array.

Besides these twelve, there was a member of the Demon Clan in the hall, none other than Lord Jiuming.

Outside the great palace, layer upon layer of Ghost Generals and Demon Soldiers were stationed, completely sealing off the building.

“Very well, continue to operate the Twelve Heavenly Cities God-slaying Formation for more than three days. Here is some Nine Nether Water that can rapidly restore Yin Qi, sufficiently supporting three days,” Lord Jiuming instructed.

As he spoke, with a flick of his sleeve, twelve black jade bottles flew out and landed beside the twelve ghost cultivators.

“Many thanks to Lord Jiuming. We will surely cast the spells with care and will not slack off,” a man in a black robe said.

This man bore a seven to eight-points resemblance to Wu Kun and was also one of the two peak late True Immortal stage ghost cultivators.

Jiuming nodded, turned around, and walked out, heading to an adjacent side hall.

There stood a demon cultivator, who was a very pure-blooded member of the Demon Clan, with a tall figure and two horns atop his head, his cultivation level reaching the peak of the late True Immortal stage.

“Lord Jiuming, it's one thing to stop the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, but why bother using the Twelve Heavenly Cities God-slaying Formation as well? Although this formation, a remnant from ancient times, has been mostly improved upon through Lord Chiyou's deductions, it still hasn't been fully repaired. Activating it will cost a lot and draw vital energies from those who set up the formation. If maintained for three days straight, these twelve might suffer significant losses to their cultivation,” the twin-horned demon hurriedly approached upon seeing Jiuming's arrival and spoke in a low voice.

“Foolish! These people are all Taiyi Cultivators. Will they contentedly abide being confined in the Netherworld once they discover they can't leave? The remaining forces of the Three Realms are in their hands. We must not underestimate them even a little! As for those ghost cultivators outside, they are merely expendable pawns, not worthy of pity,” Jiuming said with an icy gaze.

The twin-horned demon meekly acknowledged and dared not speak further.

“Have all the Underworld's forces been recalled?” Jiuming asked.

“Apart from the River Gods, Mountain Gods, and Land Gods spread across the lands, all other forces have retreated to the City of Ghosts. Three lines of defense have been set up outside the city, and every prohibition inside the City of Ghosts has been activated. Even a Heavenly Venerable-level powerhouse would not be able to infiltrate quietly. You can rest assured, Lord Jiuming,” the twin-horned demon responded anxiously.

Jiuming nodded, about to say something else when suddenly, a loud noise came from afar, and the ground in the side hall trembled, causing an uproar among the demon soldiers and ghost generals outside.

“What happened?” The twin-horned demon was startled and quickly took out a magical instrument for communication to inquire about the situation outside.

With the city's prohibitions all activated, their Divine Senses were blocked, preventing them from sensing the situation outside.

But Jiuming remained calm, flipping his hand to produce a yellow mirror.

The mirror was framed in peach wood, around the edges of which was wound a lifelike human figure carving, with an expression of extreme agony.

Blood-red demonic patterns twined around the carving, emitting waves of fierce Demonic Qi, suggesting that a peach essence monster had been deeply refined into the mirror using a secret technique of the Demon Race.

The eyes of the human figure flashed with yellow light, seeming very spirited.

Jiuming formed a seal with his hands and pointed, and two beams of yellow light shot from the eyes onto the mirror surface, which immediately displayed an image reflecting the scenery outside the city.

The remaining army of the Human Realm, including Zhenyuanzi, Shen Luo, and Yang Jian, had all emerged outside the City of Ghosts, with no one missing.

Shen Luo, standing in the lead, had transformed into a giant several dozens of feet tall, his Sea Suppressing Iron Rod also magnified substantially, emanating bursts of golden light and striking a black light screen outside the city. The light screen trembled violently, showing cracks like a spider's web.

“No need to panic, have the forces outside hold their position and dispatch the Black Nightmare Guards to assist. Use the prohibitions to withstand their assault,” Jiuming said with a faint cold smile, remaining composed as he gave his orders methodically.

The twin-horned demon saw the image in the yellow mirror, his face showing shock, but upon hearing Jiuming's instructions, he immediately recovered and ran outside.

However, at that moment, an even louder booming sound came from outside, and the palace began to shake violently as if hit by an earthquake, causing even the previously composed Jiuming's expression to involuntarily change.