Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

The only force that could break through this limit was the power of the local deities.

However, the present deities of Ying Island were almost all gathered at Pingan Capital, jointly defending against the tributary of Hell alongside the four High Gods that descended upon Ying Island, only able to bestow a portion of their divine power.

This power, once used, would diminish, and once it was completely exhausted, they could no longer withstand the Hell specters.

Faced with the seemingly endless stream of specters and the constantly emerging ghost kings of Hell, the cultivators of Ying Island had only one choice — to fill the ranks with their own lives!

If one cultivator couldn’t stand against a Ghost King, then ten would, a hundred, a thousand, desperately trading life for life, Luliang City barely held off the invasion of the Hell specters, and even at one point breached the projected territory of Hell’s tributary.

But they neglected one thing – not everyone was willing to sacrifice their lives to fight against the specters.

Some secretly defected to the Hell specters, destroying the Grand Shrine built within Luliang City, cutting off any possibility of leveraging the power of the deities through Luliang City.

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This outcome plunged all the people of Luliang City into deep despair, with some even choosing to end their lives on the spot.

Just as the city was about to fall, Mr. Bai Zhao, who had arrived at Luliang City a few years earlier, took a stand and beheaded three ghost kings, turning the tide of the battle.

All eyes converged on Bai Zhao, standing atop the city walls, filled with adoration.

If the war had not been ongoing, perhaps some love-stricken girls would have already offered themselves to Bai Zhao.

Feeling the expectant gaze of the multitude, the corners of Bai Zhao’s mouth twitched, barely suppressing the urge to curse aloud.

His was the reincarnated body of the Demon Saint Bai Ze, with a Natural Divine Power that could transform karma into personal cultivation, destined to reach the Spirit Refining Peak again.

But merely due to a momentary greed, he had meddled with that Supreme Taoist with immense Divine Skills and nearly lost his life to the Star Astrology Divine Power.

After that incident, Bai Zhao realized that Great Xia was no place to stay for long, so he decisively went to Ying Island in hopes of escaping the Supreme Taoist.

Since Ying Island was far removed from the Human Path territories and its location was remote, Bai Zhao, with his Natural Divine Power damaged, extinguished the thought of stirring up trouble and chose to settle in Luliang City temporarily.

Although the Heaven-choosing Compass was lost, Bai Zhao still retained some of the innate talents of Demon Saint Bai Ze, becoming a diviner in Luliang City, meeting many people, and somewhat making a name for himself.

He had thought he could fully recover his cultivation there, but unexpectedly, the Hell of Ying Island suddenly revived and appeared in the realm of the living, with countless Hell specters attempting to take over the land of the living.

The Imperial Court of Ying Island kept losing ground, and even some of its deities perished, the amassed Hell specters eventually reaching the footholds of Luliang City.

What followed were fierce battles outside the city walls, and within, the Grand Shrine was sabotaged by traitors.

Seeing the situation was beyond salvage, Bai Zhao prepared to slip away quietly.

Although he had good relations with many in the city, being from the monster tribe, he didn’t feel much of a psychological burden about secretly deserting.

But to his surprise, a Ghost King that had stealthily infiltrated the city detected his presence and launched a sneak attack.

Bai Zhao killed the Ghost King but also exposed himself to everyone inside Luliang City.

He had intended to flee directly, but the countless calls from within Luliang City, treating Bai Zhao as a savior, suddenly made him hesitate.

After living there for several years, he still felt a bit of sentimental attachment.

He went up to the city gates and consecutively beheaded several ghost kings, earning cheers from throughout the city.

With his hand forming a spell, he rained down golden light from the sky to vanquish the Hell specters, Bai Zhao looked at the advancing army of specters and the several ghost kings lurking within, his expression growing increasingly somber.

"The population of Ying Island isn’t that large, yet the specters born from Hell seem inexhaustible, with the number of ghost kings already revealed exceeding ten.

And this is just Luliang City — on the territories of Ying Island, there are countless more specters and ghost kings.

Furthermore, in Pingan Capital at the center of Ying Island, there are many gods, including The Lord of the Gods Path who has already stepped into the Immortal Realm. Such powerful forces should have been able to suppress the specters long ago.

Yet Pingan Capital has not sent any reinforcements to Luliang City to this day, which can only prove one thing, that within Pingan Capital there’s an enemy strong enough to contend with the entire Ying Island Divine Pantheon."

A flicker of fear passed through his eyes as Bai Zhao muttered to himself:

"Even if the whole of Ying Island were sacrificed to the dark Hell, it would be impossible to spawn so many powerful specters.

These Hell specters are definitely not simply originating from the Hell of Ying Island — there must be a greater, shocking conspiracy behind this!"

At this thought, Bai Zhao couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret.

With his strength, if he had chosen to escape quietly, it would have been extremely easy.

Now, appearing on the frontal battlefield, any slight movement would inevitably invite an attack from numerous ghost creatures, making escape no easy feat.

At this moment, within the projection of Hell’s tributary, a sudden surge of monstrous waves erupted, and a samurai wearing armor, with pale blue soul fire flickering in his eyes, walked over the waves and stepped onto the battlefield.

This single samurai was only the size of an ordinary person and seemed inconspicuous on a battlefield swarmed with ghost creatures.

Yet, the moment he appeared, the entire battlefield trembled. A multitude of ghost creatures respectfully saluted this Ghost Warrior, and even the ghost kings hiding in the shadows made way for him.

Witnessing this scene, Bai Zhao immediately felt a chill run down his spine and couldn’t help exclaiming,

"Return-to-Void Great Ghost King!"

This was his first encounter with a Return-to-Void Great Ghost King on the battlefield. The moment the Ghost Warrior stepped on the field, the vitality of the land beneath his feet began to drain away, transforming it into a desolate land of the dead.

This was a phenomenon of merging with the dark Hell. After integrating with dark Hell, the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King could erode the present world and turn it into land of the dead.

It could be said that if the Great Ghost King were allowed to traverse Luliang City, the entire city would completely fall into the corrupted land of the dead.

"Damn it! If it weren’t for the Supreme Taoist ruining my cultivation, forcing me to recuperate for years before I could recover, why would I fear a mere Return-to-Void Great Ghost King?"

Bai Zhao couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

His current cultivation level had barely maintained at the Spirit Refining Peak. With his Natural Divine Power, slaughtering ghost kings was easy, but facing a Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, who was a whole major realm higher, proved to be too much to handle.

Especially on a battlefield filled with a vast number of Hell specters and several ghost kings, being surrounded would leave him with nothing but death and the destruction of his path.

"Escape! I must escape!"

At this moment, Bai Zhao had no hesitation left. Having helped Luliang City by killing a few ghost kings was already more than the city’s residents could ask for.

With the imminent crisis of life and death, he would no longer care for any dignity, sentiments.

Turning into a white Flight of Light shooting straight into the sky, Bai Zhao fully mobilized his Mana to hasten his escape from the battlefield, vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Bai Zhao... has escaped?"

"How could this be?"

"Lord Bai Zhao is not one of us from Luliang City, to begin with. It was already an act of utmost benevolence for him to have helped us defend."

"What should we do now?"

"Lord Bai Zhao, don’t go!"

Confusion, pleas, wails, and the emotions of despair spread throughout Luliang City.

The Ghost Warrior, watching Bai Zhao flee far away, coldly ordered,

"All forces attack Luliang City, and I will capture that monster!"

As he spoke, a gray Flight of Light flew straight towards Bai Zhao.

"All forces attack!"

The Hell specters, briefly halted, once again surged towards Luliang City. Now atop the city walls, there were only a few hundred injured cultivators who could do nothing but watch despairingly as the Hell specters advanced.

"Who will save us?"

In an instant, as if time stood still, the space outside Luliang City shattered, and a figure in white robes quietly stepped through the space, appearing there.

A crisp sword wail resonated across the entire battlefield, and in the next moment, brilliance burst forth like a dragon emerging from water. A sword light swept across the battlefield with the force of thunder, scattering the souls of both ordinary ghost creatures and the ghost kings of Hell.

Soul fires rained down like a downpour, and the sword’s momentum unabated, it charged directly at the projection of Hell’s tributary. With one slash, Hell was severed!

The citizens of Luliang City stared blankly at everything before them, and before they could gather their wits, they saw the originally departing Flight of Light returning to Luliang City once more, with an excited shout coming from Bai Zhao,

"This great one, save us!"