The Netherworld Ghost Seed, related to ancient secrets, is said to be the root cause of chaos for the entire Immortal Realm. It is one of the Six Paths, the Ghost Dao world, and has always used this method to invade the Immortal Realm.
Those implanted with Nether Ghost Seeds become Ghost Path puppets, appearing just like normal people.
Many powerful beings even don't know they are Netherworld Ghost Seeds, which are like slave seals that take root deep within a person's soul.
Moreover, they invisibly accumulate mysterious power. Rumor has it that in ancient times, many ghostly paths invaded the Immortal Realm, and these Netherworld Ghost Species became their vanguard, coordinating inside and outside to severely damage the Immortal Realm.
Within the Immortal Realm today, there are still many ancient battlefields, where ghostly aura surges and living beings dare not set foot there, burying endless ghost path beings.
So when it comes to the Ghost Path, change, because Ghost Path beings are among the most terrifying beings, when Long Chen uttered the words 'Nether Ghost Seed,' everyone was frightened.
At this moment, Jiang Baihe's eyes were pitch black, emitting a faint light. Black energy swirled around him, and his aura had completely changed. Just looking at him made one's soul tremble, his whole body icy cold.
"Whoosh!"
Jiang Baihe reached out his large hand and grabbed the Vajra Pestle in the void. The Vajra Pestle fell into his palm and shrank to only nine feet long.
"Damn humans, how dare you ruin my plans! Today, I'll kill you."
Jiang Baihe's voice became sharp and thin, piercing into ears like an awl, sending chills down one's spine.
At this moment, Jiang Baihe was no longer Jiang Baihe; his consciousness was completely taken over by this Netherworld Ghost Species.
"That depends on whether you have the ability. By the way, let me ask you something. I once boarded a ghost ship and saw many undead on it. Those guys were from your group, right?" Long Chen looked at Jiang Baihe and said calmly.
A look of shock appeared in Jiang Baihe's dark eyes. He said coldly, "Kid, you've got some nerve, daring to board the ghost ship. You've already been tainted by immense karma. You, your family, and everyone connected to you will all die a miserable death." Upon
hearing that Long Chen had boarded the ghost ship, the experts of Yuhua Palace felt a chill run down their spines.
When others saw the ghost ship, they would immediately flee, afraid that one extra glance might bring misfortune.
And Long Chen had even climbed onto a ghost ship—what kind of courage did this guy even make?
"Tch, I've seen so many secrets. I'm afraid of everything in this life, except trouble.
No wonder whenever I see Jiang Baihe, I find him annoying and always want to crush him. Turns out you're causing trouble.
I'm very curious. Legend has it that once the Netherworld Ghost Seed appears, disaster will strike and all living beings will suffer. Does your appearance mean the peaceful era of the Immortal Realm is about to end? Long Chen asked.
In the Luo family, Luo Zichuan once said that the era of peace in the Immortal Realm was about to end. Long Chen didn't know what he meant.
But what Luo Zichuan said wouldn't be repeated, nor would he explain, so Long Chen never understood. However, in the Sea of Demons, he saw a ghost ship and encountered the Nether Ghost Species at Yuhua Palace. Long Chen seemed to sense something unusual.
"No matter how you cultivate, you humans are just a bunch of livestock waiting to be slaughtered. Asking so many questions is meaningless." Jiang Baihe sneered.
Long Chen smiled, "No wonder people say ghosts are clever. Ghostly beings of the ghost path are quite clever."
Since you can't get any useful information, you're useless either. Let me try and see what terrifying creatures of the Ghost Path truly are. "
Whoosh"
Long Chen stepped out at an angle, clearly tracing an arc, yet giving the illusion of moving in a straight line.
At the very moment Long Chen made his move, Jiang Baihe also struck. Black energy enveloped his entire body, and with his left hand formed a hand seal, black energy swirling around the Vajra Pestle, fiercely smashing toward Long Chen.
With a loud explosion, the bone knife collided with the Vajra Staff. Black energy and golden light surged forth. Long Chen, wielding the bone knife, pushed Jiang Baihe back rapidly.
"Is this the power of you Ghost Path cultivators?" Looks like it's not that great, huh? Long Chen looked at Jiang Baihe with disdain.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a pair of bat-like wings spread wide behind Jiang Baihe, the void trembled, and Jiang Baihe's retreat came to an abrupt halt.
"Whoosh!"
The bat's wings spread wide, releasing endless evil energy. At the tips of their wings, two bone spikes appeared, heading straight for Long Chen.
They were two bone spikes, each over three feet long, producing a piercing sonic boom as they swung them, as if all paths were about to be pierced.
Long Chen pushed the bone knife forward fiercely, retreating by a hair's breadth, narrowly avoiding the pair of bone spikes.
"If it weren't for the suppression of laws, how could you have withstood three of my moves?" Jiang Baihe shouted coldly, spreading his wings and wielding a vajra pestle, charging at Long Chen.
On his bat wings were countless eye-like patterns, releasing endless black energy. Where the black energy reached, the aura of death filled the air, as if even the laws of heaven and earth had been corroded.
"Clang, dang, dang..."
Jiang Baihe's wings fluttered, his vajra pestle transforming into streaks of light, his attacks like a raging storm. Amidst the swirling black mist, it was as if a ghost king had come back to life, murderous intent soaring to the heavens. Long Chen repeatedly blocked but was forced to retreat again and again.
"This black energy actually resembles the aura of the ghost ship. They really do come from the same place."
Long Chen's heart tightened. If Luo Zichuan's words were true, and the era of peace in the Immortal Realm was about to end, then the race represented by this guy was one of them.
As soon as Jiang Baihe exploded, Long Chen was forced to retreat repeatedly. The strong warriors of Yuhua Palace all wore complicated expressions, unsure whether they should hope for Long Chen to win or to lose.
It should be understood that Jiang Baihe had become a Nether Ghost Seed, and he had to be killed. The Nether Ghost Seed had completely merged with Jiang Baihe and could never be separated. Leaving Jiang Baihe behind would become a major threat.
Moreover, once word spread, if Yuhua Palace dared to keep Jiang Baihe alive, countless forces would surely rise up and instantly raze Yuhua Palace to the ground.
They knew that Jiang Baihe was no longer the same as before; he was now controlled by ghostly sects, and now he was nothing but a shell.
At this moment, Long Chen wielded a bone blade, fiercely battling Jiang Baihe. The bone blade flew through the air, quickly turning the tide. Even facing three weapons, Long Chen wielded it with ease.
The Jade Ancestor slapped Jiang Weizhong with his large hand, his body trembling as he regained his freedom. At this moment, his face turned ashen, as if decades had aged in an instant.
He knew that Jiang Baihe was already dead. The genius that took thousands of years for the Jiang family to produce was gone just like that.
His heart was filled with hatred. Ancestor Yuhua spoke, "I never expected that the White Crane's body would actually have a Nether Ghost Seed planted."
But everything has its cause and effect. If the White Crane were resolute inside, how could it be invaded by the ghost species?
You were too eager for quick success. When Bai He started to become evil, you could have taught him well, instead of just hiding and cleaning up his mess. He might not have reached where he is today.
When he was fifteen, he cruelly killed a fellow disciple because of an unintentional remark, and you covered up the matter.
At seventeen, you raped and murdered the legitimate daughter of the Meng family. You were the one who stepped in, secretly using some compensation to suppress the matter.
What you don't know is that your indulgence has led him step by step into the abyss, only to catch the attention of the Netherworld Ghost Species..."
"Ancestor, you ...," Jiang Weizhong was shocked.
"Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know." Ancestor Yuhua said.
"Then what do you ... Why not stop it? "If you ...," Jiang Weizhong said in a trembling voice.
"Does stopping me help? I came out of seclusion this time to stop them, but what about you?
Good and evil will eventually be repaid; it's just that early or late. The bitter wine you brew is ultimately swallowed by yourself; you can't blame others. "Ancestor Yuhua shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed from the battlefield. Jiang Baihe suddenly howled toward the sky, endless death energy intertwining beneath his feet.
When people looked at Jiang Baihe again, their expressions changed:
"What kind of monster is that?"