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Entering the Lang Shou Ghost City, it only took a moment before vanishing?

It was then that this player, known as "Your Excellency," an A-rank player, discovered that inside the entire Lang Shou Ghost City, there were only a few fierce ghostly presences.

"I've heard the four great fierce ghosts under the throne of the Destructive King say that the Master of the Lang Shou Ghost City likes to feed on fierce ghosts, it seems to be true..." Without hesitation, the player known as "Your Excellency," an A-rank player, turned and ran.

This was because it was still unclear whether they were friends or foes. If he rashly entered, he might share the same fate as those fierce ghosts.

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Meanwhile, inside the Lang Shou Ghost City, Tan Shuchang, who had already concealed his power, looked out of the city in some surprise.

"Is that the last A-rank player?"

Tan Shuchang pondered, then he saw the familiar blood-colored text emerging.

This was naturally because the eerie game instance had ended.

[The Master of the Lang Shou Ghost City returns triumphantly, suppressing everything. From now on, the Master of the Lang Shou Ghost City is nominated as the candidate for Lang Shou Prince. You may recruit ghost messengers, open up the fourth domain, successful establishment leads to official ennoblement!]

The blood-colored text that appeared didn't so much announce to the players as it unilaterally informed Tan Shuchang.

"Is it a fourth domain like the Bitter Buddha Domain or the Birthless Domain?" Tan Shuchang was surprised; it turned out that even the privileged had to strive for their position with their own strength. He initially thought it was chosen by the heavens and earth or bestowed by some existence.

However, this would explain why there wasn't a single objection when the Destructive King acquiesced to the absurd rules of the Lang Shou Ghost City.

Because there was simply no higher authority; he was the only decision-maker here.

"However, for mere fierce ghosts to dare to covet this Lang Shou Ghost City after merely colluding with a Yin God... And since this ghost city is undoubtedly the Destructive King's, yet that Yin God dares to be so blatant, then this can only mean that within these three realms alone, there must be several Yin Gods who can contend with the Destructive King," Tan Shuchang thought.

Tan Shuchang recalled the names of two Yin Gods he had heard of: the Living Dead Yin God, the Death-speaking Yin God.

Meanwhile, the environmental changes around him had stopped, and he saw that piece of Dream Immortal Sleep Stone again. He no longer concerned himself with the ethereal voice asking him how he had left earlier, and directly collected it.

Because he needed to start his arduous cultivation for an upgrade!

Tan Shuchang had never had the habit of saving fierce ghosts; he always used as many as he had on hand. Only when there weren't enough on hand, and he was coveting the next time fierce ghosts would lift the lotus, would he save some temporarily.

Bloodwater started emerging drop by drop from under his feet, and the surrounding land was rapidly enveloped by a vast expanse of bloodwater. In an instant, the sky and earth seemed to turn into a world of blood.

This was inside the Blood Pool!

Standing in the midst of it, Tan Shuchang waved his sleeve, and immediately fierce ghosts fell into the Blood Pool like tumbling gourds one after another.

There were many fierce ghosts this time, so when so many of them appeared, a fierce aura burst forth, trying to rush out from the Blood Pool.

"Let me out!"

"My lord, I am willing to serve!"

"Lang Shou Ghost Master, this ghost seeks to improve! Please give me a chance!"

However, despite the fierce aura, the things these fierce ghosts were saying were entirely of a different story, including that door resentful fierce ghost. But not all the fierce ghosts were like this; among them, two fierce ghosts seemed especially steadfast.

Of course, they were the fierce ghosts peeled away from the bodies of the two A-rank players.

These two fierce ghosts were still loudly threatening Tan Shuchang, one invoking the Living Dead Yin God and the Death-speaking Yin God, while the other was invoking the name of the "Greedy Venerable King."

"I act on the command of the Living Dead Yin God and the Death-speaking Yin God. Master of the Lang Shou Ghost City, you are just a flesh and blood player. I advise you not to be mistaken!"

"To be frank, I have always worshipped the Greedy Venerable King. Everything I did was with the tacit approval of His Majesty the Greedy Venerable King! If you touch me, His Majesty the Greedy Venerable King will surely come for you!"

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Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang, too, did not retort but first refined those two noisy fellows.

Then he continued to invest in fierce ghosts.

Whether it was to threaten him or to submit to him, Tan Shuchang treated them all equally at this time. And whether male or female ghosts, Tan Shuchang always treated them impartially.

All were merely consumables for his arduous cultivation and leveling up!

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The Lotus Platform shifted from illusory to solid, and twenty-eight fierce ghosts lifted up this one Lotus Platform.

However, the fierce ghosts Tan Shuchang harvested this time numbered more than twenty-eight, so very quickly, a second instance of ghosts lifting the Lotus Platform occurred.

This time, it was thirty-two fierce ghosts that became the substantial source of power for the Lotus Platform.

Golden light continuously poured forth from Tan Shuchang's body, making his fleshly body seem like Buddha's golden body, as if it were made of solid gold, exuding immense dignity.

And the cultivation power accumulated in his body over twenty-four consecutive years also reached the barrier of ninety-nine years of cultivation power in one fell swoop.

However, Tan Shuchang could not break through because he was short on fierce ghosts.

This was different from the insurmountable barriers faced by other cultivators.

Seeing that there were still a few fierce ghosts left, Tan Shuchang did not spare them and directly transformed them into Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi.

"If only there could be another multi-faction instance!"

Tan Shuchang couldn't help but think so. He then looked at the rising sun, the bright sunshine, and summoned his Silent Spirit Flying Sword. With a casual flick, he unleashed a rainbow of Sword Qi that churned the winds in all directions, slashing from the land of Yunzhou and directly descending upon the imperial palace in Jingzhou.

This beautiful weather was indeed the perfect time for killing!

As Sword Qi fell like a dragon, not a single cultivator who tried to intercept it escaped demise, all were shattered to pieces, including an elder who had rushed over from Mount Sword Disciple.

This elder also possessed over ninety years of cultivation power, but still, he perished in an instant.

Although cultivation power is measured by years, not everyone can stack year upon year; moreover, as one approaches the threshold of a hundred years of true cultivation, the disparity in cultivation power—and, consequently, the disparity in strength—becomes almost absurdly vast.

An elder from Mount Sword Disciple with the realm of Integration of Man and Sword stood no chance against the brute strength that Tan Shuchang wielded, lacking even the qualification for a confrontation.

And the scene of blood rain falling from the sky terrified Emperor Yi who sat on the throne, chilling him to the bone. Fortunately, his ministers successfully summoned the elder from Mount Sword Disciple, otherwise, the sheer Sword Qi that had appeared out of nowhere could have slain him on the spot.

Then, regaining his senses, the horrified and panicky Emperor Yi shouted, "Quick, summon Master Tao Jun!"

After Master Tao Jun killed the cultivator loyal to Emperor Yi using the Ghost Suppressing Technique, Emperor Yi honored this Immortal Tao, whose corpse had transformed into a being that promised him a second life, as a distinguished guest.

Though he bore no title of National Teacher, his authority equaled that of one. Within just a few days, a third of the authority throughout the Zi Xuan Dynasty had been transferred into Master Tao Jun's hands.

And with such great power, Master Tao Jun had naturally fully recovered his strength.

Even, unknown to Emperor Yi, Master Tao Jun had used the dried corpses of a hundred thousand death-row prisoners to construct a Corpse Furnace Formation underneath the imperial palace, nurturing a vast field of Corpse Peach Blossoms.

As for why there were so many death-row prisoners?

That was, of course, because he needed many, and therefore, the number of prisoners delivered from below was great as well. Some local officials, who provided a sufficient number of prisoners, received promotions of three ranks when the old unsolved cases in their jurisdiction were resolved, and were rewarded by Emperor Yi.

And at this moment, witnessing the descent of that stream of Sword Qi, which shattered even the elder from Mount Sword Disciple trying to block it, Ning Shuqi was startled out of his wits.

"Master, this is..." he urgently asked Master Tao Jun.

"Don't worry, it's not your nemesis coming to kill us; this stream of Sword Qi is purely brute force, devoid of any hint of Sword Dao realm," Master Tao Jun reassured.

After devouring the souls and essences of a hundred thousand prisoners, not only did Master Tao Jun recover all the power of his previous "Master Tao" existence, but with the re-emergence of his immortal nature, he was on the verge of attaining enlightenment, which made him appear utterly detached.

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