Spirit Vessel

“Die!” The four ghost monarchs slashed at Feiyun with sabers made out of bones. Their strength varied at the fifth level.

A weak one was only comparable to a new Heaven’s Emergence cultivator while stronger ones could fight territory lords and demon monarchs.

These four weren’t the best but after absorbing hell energy for so long, their essences were far purer than the ghost monarchs found in the mortal world.

Feiyun activated all of his beast souls and sent one of them flying into a black building. His arm at this point was tougher than some immemorial weapons since the technique boosted his strength ten thousand times.

“Death.” He pointed at the monarch and used Tribulation Break, obliterating it.

In terms of physical force, he wouldn’t be able to destroy one after throwing eighty punches. Alas, Tribulation Break could destroy the myriad dao. This naturally included the ghost dao.

The other three monarchs became afraid after seeing this. How did he kill one of them by just raising his finger?

What the hell was this technique?

He glared at them and said: “Tell me where Lotus Saintess’ soul is being imprisoned. Otherwise, death.”

The three staggered backward after hearing the word, “death”.

“Keke, we’ve died once already, we’re not afraid of death.” One of them laughed and said.

“Die then.” Feiyun didn’t use Tribulation Break this time because he needed to catch them off guard first. If they had their defense and everything ready, it might not instantly kill them.

The ghost bottle flew over and captured one of them while he screamed and struggled.

“Refine.” Feiyun recalled it and uttered coldly.

The screams coming from the bottle were agonizing and horrifying. The other two ghost monarchs exchanged glances and decided to make a run for it.

“Still running?” Feiyun used the bottle to capture one of them while unleashing the cosmic seal at the other.

His hand became resplendent and infused with saint energy, enough to capture the second.

“Speak, where is the soul?” His eyes burned with phoenix flames as he instilled pressure into the monarch.

The miasma around the creature became weaker as it said: “How do you have saint energy, you’re not a saint.”

“Speak before I reduce you to dust.” Feiyun’s voice turned colder, wanting to control its mind.

“Brat, you cannot control me.” Despite trembling from the pressure, the ghost monarch remained unyielding.

He had reached the fifth level of the ghost dao, meaning that he had experienced numerous trials and pain. Their mental state was virtually unbreakable.

Although Feiyun had saint energy, he could only beat them, not force them to submit.

“A soul-calming talisman can make it obedient.” The turtle said.

Feiyun bought it in the auction since Mo Yaoyao said that it might be useful when attacking the first gate of hell.

He took out a rough piece of jade with ghost runes and dense yin energy. Its coldness was unbearable.

“You actually have one?” The turtle grabbed it from his hand and stored it inside its shell.

“Greedy even now?” Feiyun said.

“No, this would be a waste, I have a different method.” The turtle said.

The blood-dragon instantly knew what it wanted to do after hearing this.

The turtle spat on the ghost monarch and drew complex runes on it. They issued a faint white light.

“Little ghost, play nice now.” The turtle bit its finger and started chanting while tapping on the ghost’s head.

This inflicted an agonizing pain, causing the ghost to roll around and break several buildings.

“It-it’s useless, I’ve, I’ve experience worst pain before!” The ghost gritted its teeth and glared at the turtle.

“Play nice now.” The turtle chanted again.

“I’m not afraid of even death!”

“Play nice now.”

…

“Boss, please, I was wrong, I’ll listen now.” The ghost kneeled and begged for forgiveness, unable to handle the prolonged torture.

Feiyun couldn’t believe it either.

“This is a grand curse, one of the eight immemorial arts. Even a saint can’t withstand it, let alone a ghost monarch. Now, you can ask him about his sister’s panty color and he’ll tell you everything.” The turtle gloated.

“No need to ask, it’s white, okay?” The ghost looked defeated.

“You really have a sister?” The turtle asked.

“I like white.” The blood dragon let out a burst of perverted laughter.

“Not blood-related, only after coming to the gate of hell.” The ghost revealed.

Feiyun didn’t care for this and only thought about how effective the grand curse is.

“Now, tell me where the soul is located.” He asked.

“I’m afraid only Lord of Chaos knows the answer.” The ghost said.

“Really? Little ghost, play nice-” He started chanting.

The ghost panicked and shouted: “Really, I don’t know, he stores the souls of experts in a pagoda and devours them later, that’s why his cultivation rose so rapidly.”

In theory, the souls of living creatures would travel through the gates before reaching hell. An invisible force drove this moment.

As for the ghosts and souls still in the mortal world - this had to do with the circumstances of death or other reasons.

As the lord of the first gate, Lord of Chaos has been keeping the powerful souls for himself. This was against the law but none dared to criticize him on it.

“If the descendants of the dead know about this, they would launch an expedition against him. Such an immoral act.” Feiyun said.

The reincarnation cycle existed to give everyone another chance. However, the devoured souls suffered a true death.

Of course, this was indeed an effective shortcut. The soul of a Heaven’s Emergence cultivator could be a hundred million times more nutritious than an ordinary soul.

As for the soul of a saint? This was priceless akin to an immemorial herb.