# Chapter 2552: Slaying the Ghost Lord's Sixth Son
Being called a sub-divine level warship naturally meant it was not just fast in flight.
Zhang Ruochen walked through every area of the ship and discovered many powerful divine patterns, along with some formation inscriptions he could not fully comprehend. It was difficult to estimate just how powerful the defensive and offensive capabilities would be once these divine patterns and formation inscriptions were activated.
Perhaps this ship was Ji Fanxin's confidence to dare meet Bai Qinger.
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The starry sky seemed eternally still, with brilliant meteors occasionally flying past, plunging into the Dark Great Triangle Star Domain like a dead water black pool, rapidly dying out as their light dimmed.
The sub-divine level warship flew along the edge of the dark star domain, covering a hundred thousand miles in a single breath.
About a day later, they arrived at the star domain near the encampment of the three major forces.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the ship, gazing into the distance.
There, a black corpse mountain, a metal ghost tower over ten thousand meters tall, and the colossal white bones of a Great Saint sacred beast floated at the edge of the dark star domain.
On the corpse mountain, palaces, cave dwellings, and stone bridges had been built, along with waterfalls formed from Yellow Spring vile water.
Around the metal ghost tower, at eight directions, eight floating suspension bridges extended outward. Ghost soldiers and ghost generals escorted teams of departed souls toward the tower.
The Great Saint sacred beast's white bones were even larger than the corpse mountain and ghost tower combined. Roads wide enough for galloping horses had been built on the leg bones. Cave dwellings had been carved into the ribs.
At the head, where the mouth would be, was a massive blood pool. Bone clan cultivators were pushing living creatures one by one into the blood pool. The creatures' bodies dissolved, flesh and blood separating, turning into white bones, becoming members of the bone soldier ranks.
At the center of the corpse mountain, ghost tower, and Great Saint sacred beast bones, a flat floating island had been constructed, connected by iron chains and air bridges.
On the floating island, more than a dozen black-robed undead cultivators were building a large Space Teleportation Array. Corpse soldiers, ghost generals, and bone soldiers continuously transported materials there.
Ji Fanxin sighed: "Do you see? To cultivators of the Hell Realm, whenever they discover a major world, they treat the cultivators, mortals, beasts, livestock, and demons of that world as food, as prey, as a source of soldiers."
"But they have never considered—if all living beings in all major worlds die, who will they eat? They would probably end up killing each other, and eventually, the entire universe would return to silence."
"This is the consequence of knowing only destruction, not creation. Knowing only death, not life."
"Do you know why the Shura Clan, Rakshasa Clan, and Undying Blood Clan can only be the Lower Three Clans? It's not because these three clans are weak, but because the vast majority of them are living beings."
Zhang Ruochen knew she was telling him this to warn him that the Hell Realm was no place for long-term residence. If the Hell Realm completely crushed the Heavenly Court, the first to die would be the living beings of the Hell Realm.
In the Hell Realm, death was the most fundamental ideology.
Living beings helping the undead kill other living beings would eventually be killed by the undead themselves.
Zhang Ruochen said: "And what about knowing only life, not death? What would be the result?"
Ji Fanxin was slightly startled.
She cultivated the Way of Life and had never thought about this question in reverse.
"Life and death must coexist; the two need a balance. Thirty thousand years ago, the Twenty Heavens could maintain this balance, so the entire universe flourished. Thirty thousand years ago, that balance was broken. It requires one person, or a group of people, to reshape the balance and establish a new order." Zhang Ruochen gazed at the starry sky as he spoke.
Ji Fanxin looked at Zhang Ruochen, feeling that at this moment, he radiated a unique charm, a fatal allure—like nectar to bees, like candlelight to moths.
At this moment, she was that greedy bee and that moth that had lost its reason.
"Of course, with our current cultivation levels, there is no need to consider this matter at all. We live in this unbalanced era, unable even to control ourselves, so how can we control the world and the universe?"
Zhang Ruochen took out the Abyssal Ancient Sword. The sword was cold as frost. He turned his gaze sideways to Ji Fanxin and said: "With your spiritual power, can you prevent them from sending messages out?"
"That should be no problem." Ji Fanxin said softly, her veil covering her face.
Xue Tu, who had long since awakened and had been pretending to be dead, suddenly sat up and said: "Senior Brother, I want to fight alongside you."
"Shua!"
Zhang Ruochen ignored him, executing the Great Space Teleportation. With each step he took, he covered a thousand miles.
In an instant, he arrived near the encampment of the three major forces, suspended in the void. His body erupted with divine fire light as dazzling as a blazing sun.
On the central floating island, the more than a dozen black-robed undead who were setting up the Space Teleportation Array were the first to sense his power fluctuations. They all looked over.
"Why did a sun suddenly appear?"
"No, it's a Great Saint, a very powerful Great Saint."
"Who is it? Such a powerful aura. Is it a cultivator from your Eternal Life Hall?"
While the lower-level undead cultivators were still discussing,
Suddenly, above their heads, a black giant sword ten thousand zhang long appeared, as if it could sever heaven and earth, slashing straight down.
"Not good! Hurry, activate the defensive grand formation!"
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"Boom!"
The Abyssal Ancient Sword, transformed into its giant form, split the black corpse mountain in two. Palaces collapsed, stone bridges broke, waterfalls scattered, and countless corpse clan cultivators were sent flying into the void.
The giant sword then slashed horizontally, shattering the Great Saint sacred beast's bones.
Huge sections of bone flew toward the distant starry sky.
Only the powerful sacred realm bone cultivators, like specks of light, flew out from the bones, emitting furious long howls and cold curses.
Zhang Ruochen struck a third time, landing on the metal ghost tower over ten thousand meters high.
Inside the metal ghost tower, a major figure from the ghost clan was stationed and activated the defensive formation. The tower's surface became covered with dense, strange patterns, radiating black light.
"Bang!"
The giant sword stopped several dozen zhang away from the tower, unable to cut through the black light.
From within the ghost tower, a deep voice resounded, shaking the universe: "Zhang Ruochen, you actually came to deliver yourself. Do you know, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"So it's Zhang Ruochen."
The more than a dozen black-robed undead on the central floating island joined forces, unleashing spatial power. Dense space rifts formed a storm, surging rapidly toward Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen reached into the void, and the Abyssal Ancient Sword returned to its original size, falling into his hand.
Then, he merged with the sword, ignoring the incoming spatial storm, transforming into a swift sword light that flew toward the metal ghost tower.
The sword light passed through the spatial storm, growing brighter and brighter.
The form the light condensed into was a huge flower.
"A Single Thought, a Flower Blooms!"
The enormous flower struck the surface of the metal ghost tower, causing the black formation light to tremble violently. Sword light, like needles, flew out from the flower, pierced through the formation, and plunged into the tower.
In this star domain, all the undead cultivators' gazes turned toward the metal ghost tower, filled with shock.
How had Zhang Ruochen become so powerful?
The ghost tower's defensive formation could not stop him.
After a brief moment of silence, a booming sound rang out. The metal ghost tower shattered layer by layer from top to bottom, turning into metal fragments.
A black figure and a white figure flew out from the base of the tower, locked in fierce combat.
The white figure was naturally Zhang Ruochen.
The black figure wore ghost armor, with black hair flying. His cultivation had reached the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm. He was none other than the famous powerhouse who shook the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm—Yu.
He was also the Ghost Lord's sixth son.
The elder brother of Xu, the younger brother of Ling.
Seeing this scene, the undead cultivators scattered across the star domain realized something was wrong. Zhang Ruochen was far stronger than they had estimated.
So, some cultivators inscribed message light talismans and sent them out.
The message light talismans flew out not far before suddenly stopping, then exploding into a cloud of jade powder.
"A spiritual power Great Saint is hiding in the shadows."
More cultivators sent out message light talismans, trying to get the news out and summon reinforcements.
Unfortunately, even though the message light talismans flew out like raindrops, once they reached a certain area, they still exploded, all destroyed.
An atmosphere of fear spread.
Zhang Ruochen must have brought powerful helpers. He intended to wipe them all out, leaving none behind.
Just as they were planning to break out in different directions, Yu's screams rang out.
The outcome was decided.
Zhang Ruochen had executed a bizarre and peerless sword technique, drawing upon the time imprints of heaven and earth.
The time imprints gathered into a bright moon. Under the moon's illumination, time seemed to freeze. Yu stood frozen in place, unable to move, and was pierced through the chest by Zhang Ruochen's sword.
Yu's ghost body was shattered by the sword qi impact.
His ghost soul was severed by Zhang Ruochen's sword soul, scattering into nothingness.
He was completely annihilated, with no chance to reassemble his ghost body.
Heaven and earth fell silent. Every cultivator present was stunned.
That was Yu, the Ghost Lord's sixth son, a Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm powerhouse with the potential to become a god. And he was killed by Zhang Ruochen just like that?
Too surreal. No cultivator wanted to believe it was true.
It must be an illusion.
Only when Zhang Ruochen grabbed Yu's sacred source from a mass of ghost mist did they snap awake, fleeing in all directions like madmen.
"Hua!"
Zhang Ruochen refined the remnants of Yu's soul within the sacred source, and from his back flew dense purple vines.
The purple vines flowed with thunder-fire light, splitting into a hundred, a hundred into ten thousand, ten thousand into a million... Soon, the vines covered a thousand miles, turning into a sea of vine leaves and thunder-fire, entangling and restraining one undead cultivator after another.
Zhang Ruochen stepped forward. Behind him, Mo Yin's enchanting and seductive figure appeared, her eyes fervent and excited. All the vines were flying out from her hair.
She treated those undead cultivators as nutrients, constantly absorbing them, converting them into sacred dao rules within her body, rapidly increasing her cultivation.
The way Shi Shenghua cultivated was completely different from other cultivators. After merging with her dharma body, she had reached the Supreme Realm, but she only had one trillion sacred dao rules within her body.
However, as long as she was given enough nutrients of sufficient quality, she could continuously improve her cultivation.
Other cultivators were different. They needed to accumulate sacred dao rules over a long period in the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm. The more sacred dao rules they accumulated, the stronger the initial Supreme Dharma Body they condensed, and the higher their upper limit would be after reaching the Supreme Realm.
Generally speaking, the upper limit was two to three times the initial Supreme Dharma Body.
For example, if a Great Saint accumulated three trillion sacred dao rules at the peak of the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm and used these sacred dao rules to condense a Supreme Dharma Body,
Then his future upper limit in the Supreme Realm, the total number of rules within his body, could only be in the range of six trillion to nine trillion sacred dao rules.
It was impossible to reach ten trillion and become a Half-God.
If one could not become a Half-God, naturally, one could not become a god.
Therefore, Great Saints with aspirations to become gods would, at the peak of the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm, mostly accumulate four trillion sacred dao rules before seeking a breakthrough. However, the vast majority of Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm Great Saints could not achieve this.
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There will be another chapter tonight.