Free Web NovelChapter 224: Chapter 28: Re-entering the Ghost Market
Very few people knew of these secrets. It was uncertain whether the attendant had mentioned them unintentionally or if he had been instructed to say them...
However, since Fang Cheng had already used the Holy-Grade Celestial Dew to forge his Life Talisman, reaching the Life Soul Realm was a certainty for him. Consequently, the Bone Daoist Palace held less allure for him than others might have imagined.
’Going to a place so obsessed with power and profit would only make it easier for opportunistic people to target my secrets, inviting trouble.’
’How could that compare to the peace and purity here on Demon Lion Peak?’
Finally, the attendant added, "My master said that once the Supreme Elder’s injuries have healed and he comes out of seclusion, he will summon you to go with him to meet the Great Supreme Elder."
"Among all the True Disciples of the Yinluo Sect, the last one to receive such an honor was the exceptionally talented Gao Chong..."
Fang Cheng made idle small talk with the attendant, his heart as calm as still water.
He had certainly learned quite a bit.
He realized that even as a True Disciple, his understanding of the Yinluo Sect was still far too shallow.
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Several days after the visit from the Sect Leader’s attendant, Fang Cheng calculated that the time was right and emerged from his seclusion.
The ten-year period for the Void Ghost Marketplace was up.
Ten years later, he had once again successfully visualized the mysterious Stone Gate!
However, he didn’t rush to enter. Instead, he wanted to make thorough preparations.
He sent a message to Shopkeeper Li of Cangshan Pavilion, instructing him to pack a wide variety of goods from the Cultivation Realm into a specific storage bag and bring it to Demon Lion Peak.
Bartering was the best way to trade between the two realms.
Therefore, it was crucial that the items he brought were as varied as possible.
Fortunately, the Ye Family’s Cangshan Pavilion was one of the largest stores in the Yinluo Sect Marketplace, boasting a vast and varied inventory of cultivation resources.
Fang Cheng used "appraisal" as his reason, and Shopkeeper Li dared not ask questions. Moreover, for several years now, Madam Ye had tacitly allowed Fang Cheng to control Cangshan Pavilion, so no one in the Ye Family dared to voice any opposition.
After the items were delivered, Fang Cheng returned to his Quiet Chamber.
He sat cross-legged with his eyes gently closed, his mind focused and his body relaxed as he entered a state of deep meditation.
Deep within his consciousness, amidst the dark chaos, the outline of a massive, majestic Stone Gate slowly took shape.
The Stone Gate was partially ajar, exuding a wondrous, divine aura.
He extended his right hand and channeled his Magical Power, slowly sketching an identical, miniature version of the Stone Gate in the Quiet Chamber.
The instant the Stone Gate appeared, a spatial ripple emanated from it.
Light flowed and swirled behind the gate, revealing a hint of mystery.
’Back then, the Dragon Elephant Wanderer must have used this Stone Gate to trade between the two realms, gaining opportunities, cultivating to the Life Soul Realm, and escaping the Demon Buddha...’
Fang Cheng rose from his seated position, his eyes fixed on the Stone Gate before him.
The next moment, he stepped through the Stone Gate.
In an instant, the world before him transformed.
He glanced around, a look of surprise on his face.
In this world, there wasn’t a trace of Spiritual Qi—only an endless, dense Demonic Qi that filled the space between heaven and earth.
Not far ahead stood an immense, black mountain. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dark stone and bizarre, misshapen trees stretching to the horizon.
The sky was an eerie crimson.
Clouds of condensed Demonic Qi drifted across the sky, and a deathly silence pervaded the land.
Behind him, the gate of light floated alone in midair.
He stepped out of the light and stood suspended in the void. A grim demonic presence immediately enveloped him.
Fang Cheng frowned. He looked up and discovered the source of the demonic presence was the crimson sky itself.
This vast, boundless sky seemed to possess a consciousness of its own.
Fang Cheng scanned his surroundings. Not far below, at the foot of the giant black mountain, a vast expanse of gray fog lingered, from which emanated strange and mysterious spatial fluctuations.
The gray fog covered an area fully ten li in radius and rose over a thousand feet high. It roiled thickly, as if it didn’t belong and was being rejected by this world.
The Ghost Market!
An hourglass composed purely of spiritual light hung motionless beside him. Within it, "grains of sand" made of tiny specks of light slowly trickled down.
It symbolized that he only had two hours!
’The same old routine.’
Fang Cheng thought to himself and flew toward the gray fog.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently.
Fang Cheng turned his head and saw a colossal, eight-headed monster slowly approaching. The beast had the body of a lion and the heads of flood dragons, and it was nearly a thousand yards long. Every step it took made the ground thunder.
The monster’s eight heads swayed from side to side, its sixteen sinister eyes scanning the area as an astonishing aura radiated from its body.
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Sensing the astonishingly dense Demonic Qi emanating from the colossal beast, Fang Cheng’s heart leaped with alarm.
The eight-headed monster seemed to be patrolling its territory. One of its green, draconic heads turned toward Fang Cheng, and its piercing gaze abruptly froze on him.
ROAR!
The eight-headed monster threw back its heads and roared, and from its eight cavernous maws, eight colossal bolts of cyan lightning erupted.
The eight bolts of lightning converged in the sky, then arced sharply downward, striking at Fang Cheng!
Fang Cheng’s expression changed drastically. His figure flickered, and he dove straight into the gray fog.
The cyan lightning struck the gray fog and instantly dissipated, vanishing without a trace.
A flash of anger crossed the eight-headed monster’s eyes. It strode toward the gray fog but was stopped by an invisible force about a thousand feet away, unable to advance another step.
The monster seemed to have had similar encounters before. It paced and roared in frustration around the edge of the gray fog for a while before finally turning to leave.
