Chapter 1061: Great Luo Ghost King

The yin-sha ghost creatures that had originally been fearless against the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation, upon encountering the rolling divine lightning of evil-repelling, could not suppress an instinctive fear and scattered in flight.

However, the golden lightning pursued too swiftly; in just a few flashes, nearly half of the yin-sha ghost creatures were engulfed and, amidst a sizzling sound, instantly burned to ashes.

The few people who had been nearly overwhelmed by the ghost creatures now saw the light of day again, each with excited and joyful expressions.

Especially Valley Master Fu, who stared at Han Li's figure with a face frozen in shock and joy, his heart unable to settle for a long time. Could this Fellow Daoist Shi be a Taiyi cultivator?

Jin Liu and Su Qianxi exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of shock in each other's eyes.

After his single strike, Han Li's gaze still looked toward the high sky, his attention always fixed on the leaden sea of clouds pressing overhead.

But by now, naturally, no one dared to show any disrespect toward him.

Su Qianxi, following Han Li's gaze, noticed that leaden sea of clouds, a flicker of doubt passing through her beautiful eyes. She wanted to say something but suddenly frowned and shouted loudly to Han Li, "Fellow Daoist Shi, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of fierce wind whistled over.

Han Li frowned and saw a huge vajra club flying swiftly from ahead, crashing down toward his head.

The vajra club was condensed with yin-sha energy, carrying rolling black smoke, and at its tip gathered a cluster of ghostly purple phosphorescent fire.

Han Li stamped his feet on the ground, showing no intention of dodging; his figure shot straight upward to meet the vajra club.

His speed was extremely fast, reaching the vajra club in an instant.

But instead of trying to forcefully knock the vajra club away, he shifted his stance and directly wrapped his arms around the rapidly descending club, twisting his waist with sudden force.

"Whoosh..."

The seemingly unstoppable vajra club was forcibly turned by Han Li, and he hurled it back toward the heavenly king statue.

"Bang bang bang"

Han Li stepped on the void, walking on air, making the vajra club fly back several times faster.

Seeing this, the Heavenly King statue hurriedly threw a punch to intercept.

Han Li, without any pause, directly activated the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Art and charged forward with great force.

With a loud "boom!"

The demon-subduing pestle directly smashed through the Heavenly King statue's fist, sending up large splinters of stone debris, then pierced through its chest. With another explosive sound, a patch of bright starlight shone through its broken body, blasting it to pieces.

The other Heavenly King statue had also caught up by then, sweeping its demon-subduing pestle horizontally at Han Li, but he easily dodged it.

Han Li lightly tapped the tip of his toe on the pestle, flickered along the statue's arm, and with rapid strides soon reached its shoulder.

He grabbed the edge of the statue's helmet with one hand, swung like an ape to its chest, and threw a punch at its face.

With a "bang," the statue's demonic face was shattered by the punch.

The clay fragments from its face fell off, turning into countless bits, revealing a large hollow space inside, where a dense mass of yin-sha qi gathered, with two ghostly flames flickering and trembling atop it.

Han Li curled his lips into a smile, reached into the hollow, and yanked hard.

A sharp screech like a ghost's wail sounded as the ghost hiding inside the Heavenly King statue was pulled out by him.

Dragging the ghost to the top of the statue, Han Li looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "You really have patience, sir..."

With that, he spread his five fingers, and golden electric threads surged from his palm, directly blasting the ghost into ashes.

The high-altitude dark clouds remained still, but the ten red-robed ghost generals all changed expressions, looking in his direction. Some were furious and made as if to charge over.

However, although the Tianshui Sect members could not win quickly, they managed to entangle them tightly, preventing their escape.

"Since you still refuse to show yourself, I'll have to force your hand," Han Li said coldly, letting out a loud shout.

As the shout rang out, he formed a sword seal with his hand and raised it sharply.

The eighteen Azure Bamboo Beecloud Swords stuck in the ground all trembled violently, and with a clang, they flew back to Han Li's side, hovering around him in midair.

Then, sword light flickered around these swords, and one after another, Azure Bamboo Beecloud Swords appeared, totaling a full thirty-six swords.

The flying swords circled, their bodies trembling, with faint golden arcs of electricity jumping on their surfaces, poised to strike.

“Go!”

Han Li changed his hand seal and let out a thunderous shout.

The thirty-six Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords received the command and immediately let out a cheerful ringing sound, shooting upward into the high-altitude dark clouds, wrapped in azure light.

Beneath the sky, each flying sword stirred up a brilliant sword light. Beyond the thirty-six main blades, countless faint azure sword lights flickered, converging together to form a formidable azure sword dragon that charged straight into the leaden clouds.

“Aooo—”

As if a clear dragon roar sounded, the azure sword dragon plunged into the thick sea of clouds and vanished from sight.

After a moment of silence, a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth rang out.

“Boom, rumble—”

A dazzling golden electric light burst forth from within the sea of clouds. Countless golden lightning bolts scattered and surged, transforming into enormous golden whips that lashed wildly in all directions without cease.

The yin-fiend ghostly beings on the square looked up at the sky, trembling with fear, letting out sobbing sounds.

The ten red-robed ghost generals also changed color, their faces showing terror.

The natural suppression that the Evil-Cleansing Divine Lightning held over such yin-fiend entities was fully revealed at this moment.

Su Qianxi gazed at Han Li’s figure, a flicker of strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes. On the other side, Jin Liu’s face shifted between shades of uncertainty, seemingly greatly surprised by the power Han Li had suddenly displayed.

They had originally thought this “Fellow Daoist Shi” was at most a Golden Immortal with decent survival skills, but the power he was now revealing was clearly beyond that of an ordinary Taiyi Jade Immortal.

Han Li looked up at the high sky, his brow slightly furrowed, the earlier ease gone from his eyes.

“Hehehe…” A strange, grating laugh suddenly came from the leaden clouds high above.

The myriad ghosts stirred restlessly upon hearing it.

“We welcome the Crow’s Nest Ghost King…” the red-robed ghost generals shouted in unison.

Su Qianxi and Jin Liu’s expressions changed drastically upon hearing this name, and they said in unison, “How could it be him?”

As for their question, everyone else, including the members of the Tianshui Sect, looked puzzled. They had never heard of such a… ghostly being in the Jinyuan Immortal Domain?

“Him? Shouldn’t he be in the Immortal Prison? How did he end up here?” Han Li was equally puzzled.

He was not entirely unfamiliar with the name Crow’s Nest Ghost King. Back when he learned that Qimozi was in charge of the Immortal Prison, Han Li had gathered some related information through the Reincarnation Hall, including about some notorious prisoners held there.

This Crow’s Nest Ghost King was one of them.

At this moment, the thick leaden clouds that nearly blotted out the sky in the high altitude began to seethe. First, they churned violently, then rapidly contracted, finally condensing into a pitch-black mass of mist.

Han Li’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the black mist. It was deep as night, and he could see nothing within. When he stared for too long, he even felt an illusion of being swallowed up.

He quickly activated his Spirit Refining Art, and his expression returned to normal.

“Boy, you’re not bad. It’s just a pity you’re not dead yet; otherwise, I could reserve a seat for you among the Ten Kings of Hell. But things are unpredictable—maybe you’ll die in the next moment?” A hoarse voice rang out, and a figure stepped out from the black mist.

Han Li focused his eyes and saw a tall, middle-aged scholar in a Confucian robe and square cap walking out.

His features were quite ordinary, but between his brows there was a unique calmness characteristic of a scholar. His body was spotless, showing no trace of ghostly aura. Anyone who saw him would only take him for a frail scholar, never connecting him with the king of ten thousand ghosts.

Han Li knew in his heart that this was undoubtedly the Crow’s Nest Ghost King.

According to legend, when the Crow’s Nest Ghost King was still alive, he wasn’t even a cultivator—just a Confucian scholar in a mortal dynasty. After repeatedly failing the imperial examinations, he gradually grew resentful toward the declining dynasty.

Later, when the mortal dynasty suffered natural disasters and political instability, Crow’s Nest seized the opportunity to raise a rebellion. His rebel army was invincible, quickly conquering most of the dynasty.

However, as more people joined, the rebel army’s numbers swelled, leading to a severe shortage of provisions.

To solve the food problem, Crow’s Nest, having heard some scheme from somewhere, resorted to the heinous method of using humans as food.

Once this was done, nearly half the dynasty’s population became rations for Crow’s Nest’s rebel army. The bones of dozens of cities piled up, almost as high as the city walls.

If the immortal sects in that region hadn’t intervened, violating the principle of non-interference in mortal affairs, not only would that mortal dynasty have suffered, but several neighboring countries would have been completely devoured.

As for Crow’s Nest, he was defeated at Tanlang Valley and died. His soul lingered for a thousand years, devouring countless remnant souls to transform into a fierce ghost. His cultivation rose from Core Formation to Nascent Soul, then to Deity Transformation. By some unknown means, he evaded countless heavenly tribulations, breaking through to Void Refining, Body Integration, and even Mahayana.

Afterward, through various opportunities and fortunes, he became a ghost immortal and gradually cultivated to the Da Luo stage, becoming a Da Luo Ghost King. Due to his violent nature and bloodlust, he naturally caused a storm of bloodshed across the entire Immortal Realm.

In the end, the Heavenly Court stepped in, captured him, and imprisoned him in the Immortal Prison.

However, judging by the current situation, this fiend had likely already escaped the Immortal Prison, yet for some reason, he was suppressed here?