My Wife is A Sword God

In the past few days in Imperial City, all the talk in the streets and alleys was about the marriage between Qin Feng and the princess.

These tantalizing events, though distant, became the topic of conversation for people after meals and during tea breaks.

As the Great Qian continued to grow stronger, with various schools of thought flourishing, people gradually forgot about the horrors and terrors of Demons and Ghosts.

However, outside the Imperial City, the disturbance that disrupted the balance between life and death had intensified. It was only due to the intervention of the Demon Slaying Department and the court that ordinary people knew little about it.

Transcendent beings hidden in the four domains of the Great Qian all sensed the anomaly, understanding that this realm was about to face a great calamity.

Some chose to leave their original positions. Thus, there were often sightings of mountains moving at night, with long serpentine bodies roaming above the dark clouds.

Sharp bird cries could be heard from within the volcanoes, and fleeting shadows could be glimpsed in the depths of the sea.

Of course, some cautious beings chose to continue hiding in the void, including the Lord of Marsh.

He sniffed the air and grimaced, “Disgusting aura, similar to the aura that permeated the Immortal Realm when the Gods and Demons descended.”

As someone who always believed in doing less rather than more, he was preparing to unfold the void technique to conceal himself even deeper when he saw a figure emitting a holy white light pass by in the night sky.

Facing disaster, not all beings chose to retreat; some sought change and opportunity. The owner of the white light was evidently one of them.

“It’s that damned white deer again,” he muttered as his words dissipated into the night.

In the southern domain, near the highest peak close to the moon, a figure stood with hands behind his back, staring blankly at the moonlit sky.

As a gentle night breeze blew, the Seven-Colored Horned White Deer landed lightly beside the figure.

“You’ve come to me voluntarily, it seems you have recovered most of your memories,” the delicate and gentle words flowed from the mouth of the white deer, with a hint of reminiscence and longing in its eyes.

“I want to return to the Immortal Realm.”

“I see.” The white deer nodded slightly. Wasn’t this the goal they had been planning for thousands of years?

It knew that the man in front of it wanted to return to the upper realm, to regather his strength and confront the upcoming crisis.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Help me protect someone.”

“Is it him?”

“Yes.”

On the other side, in the study room, Emperor Ming looked at the memorials from the four domains and frowned.

He knew that the problem couldn’t be hidden with paper, unless the root of the problem was solved. However, having conversed with the Heavenly Tower National Teacher, he understood that this was not an easy task.

Emperor Ming rubbed his temples and murmured to himself, “I just hope that all of this can wait until after Anya’s wedding.”

At the top of the Heavenly Tower, the Heavenly Tower National Teacher stood with hands behind his back, his expression solemn.

There were stars shining in his eyes, but suddenly, he coughed violently, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.

In the empty space behind, there was a distortion, and a figure slowly stepped out, it was Divine Guardian.

“Still using Heaven’s Mandate, are you eager for death?” The old man with white hair and black beard said lightly.

“Everyone will die, it’s just a matter of sooner or later. But you, how much longer can you hold on?” The Heavenly Tower National Teacher glanced over.

The surface of Divine Guardian’s right hand was already cracked, but there was no blood flowing out.

He snorted, “At least longer than you.”

A dense aura swept past, and his right hand was restored as good as new.

“What did you see? Why is the backlash on you so severe?” After a moment, Divine Guardian asked.

“The subversion of the Three Realms.”

Divine Guardian frowned when he heard this, “Could it be because of the turmoil in the Netherworld?”

The Heavenly Tower National Teacher nodded slightly.

“Since that’s the case, why don’t you send someone to support the Netherworld? You should have a way.”

“It’s not time yet.”

In the Netherworld, in the hall where the Ghost Lord resided.

Meng Shuang was puzzled, “Ghost Lord, the changes in the Netherworld clearly have nothing to do with the Southern Ghost Emperor. Why do you still want to lock him up in the Abyssal Prison?”

The little girl sitting on the bone throne slowly opened her eyes, “The situation in the Netherworld is now similar to when the anomaly began. A slight mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva told me that his golden bowl seal is under strong attack, not only from within, but also from the outside.”

Meng Shuang frowned at her words, “Are you implying that someone among us has joined forces with those guys?”

Her worries were not unfounded. When the Ghost Lord died and the Netherworld collapsed, apart from the strength of the enemies, internal collapse was also an important reason!

After a moment, Meng Shuang seemed to have realized something, her expression changed drastically, “At this juncture, the top combat power in the Netherworld is indispensable, and everyone knows it. However, even so, Lord Shentu still wants to challenge Mr. Qin.”

“Before the truth is revealed, such words must not be spoken lightly. Shentu has existed since the birth of the Netherworld, and he cannot hope to see the Netherworld overturned.” The little girl shook her head.

“But why does he target the Southern Ghost Emperor? There should be no grudge between the two of them,” Meng Shuang wondered.

“Perhaps, in such a critical moment, Shentu doesn’t want internal problems to arise, so he wants to temporarily detain the Southern Ghost Emperor who came from the broken realm.”

“Moreover, even though the Abyssal Prison is a place of void cracks, the Southern Ghost Emperor will not be in danger there. Zhao Wenhe will let him out when he finds out the truth.”

Just then, two figures entered the hall.

The Ghost Lord looked up, and the visitors were Shentu and Zhao Wenhao.

The former was aggressive, while the latter frowned, appearing hesitant to speak.

Shentu spoke first, “The truth has been revealed. The chaos in the Netherworld, the disruption of the balance between life and death, is inseparable from the Southern Ghost Emperor.”

“Why do you say so?” The Ghost Lord frowned.

Shentu didn’t explain much, but took out a grain of black sand from his pocket.

The black sand floated in the air, projecting a scene.

In the scene, Father Qin was crossing the tribulation and entering the transcendence realm. There was a black and gold radiance swirling around him, and the laws of the Netherworld were continuously being consumed and destroyed by that black and gold radiance.

But at the moment Father Qin succeeded in transcending, a bone arm reached out from the void, taking away some of the black light, yet Father Qin seemed oblivious to it all!

“The cultivation method of the Southern Ghost Emperor is vastly different from that of the Netherworld. That black and gold radiance may be the cause of the disruption of the balance between life and death. The owner of the bone arm is those guys. The Southern Ghost Emperor has hidden such important information and has evil intentions. I hope the Ghost Lord will carry out proper judgment!”

The Ghost Lord’s expression turned grave as she turned her gaze to Zhao Wenhao.

The latter exhaled and said, “Lord Shentu’s words are true.”

The black sand is scattered dust in the void of the Netherworld, possessing the magical ability to replay past scenes, making it difficult to fake.

With such facts presented, even Meng Shuang couldn’t defend Father Qin.

“So, what do you want this lord to do?”

Shentu exclaimed loudly, “I implore the Ghost Lord to impose the punishment of ‘Hades’ on the Southern Ghost Emperor as a warning to others!”

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