Chapter 399: The Purple Mansion's Completion, Qi Yuan's New Ability

Chapter 399: The Purple Mansion's Completion, Qi Yuan's New Ability

With a single stroke of the brush, the aura of life and death wavered at its tip. As it moved, the brushstrokes alternated between black and gray, red and white.

The Strange Painter was deeply focused, painting with her life force.

From Jade Maiden, she had learned that the Blood Robe Sword God was no ordinary being.

She was aware of some of the Blood Robe Sword God's deeds, and Jade Maiden knew a thing or two about them.

Jade Maiden instructed her to proceed carefully, hinting that the Blood Robe Sword God was likely crafting a treasure related to the Underworld.

However, during the conversation between the Strange Painter, Qi Qi, and the powerful Netherworld beings, it was evident that the Blood Robe Sword God harbored grand ambitions.

It wasn't just about crafting a treasure.

He genuinely intended to establish a mythical Underworld from legends.

When Jade Maiden first heard this, she couldn't help but chuckle silently.

"The true Netherworld is something even the Great Ultimate Truth Realm dares not claim to reach. It's merely a legend."

After all, a Yang Immortal Heavenly Sovereign of the Great Ultimate Truth Realm typically presided over only one Great Ultimate Truth.

To construct the Netherworld, one would require numerous Great Ultimate Truths, not just one.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation... and so much more—the number of Great Ultimate Truths needed was simply too vast.

Even if all the Venerables of the Sixth Heaven were gathered, it would still be impossible to build the Netherworld.

The Strange Painter didn't know much, but she understood that Qi Yuan wasn't just talking idly.

The Mountain and River Pen in her hand trembled at that moment.

Suddenly, on the painting she was working on, amidst the eerie atmosphere, a sweet child's voice seemed to echo.

"The Gate of the Netherworld, rarely does one return."

"The Gate of the Netherworld, chaos of yin and yang, confusion of life and death, even Grandma's arrival won't dispel the chill."

The Strange Painter's expression changed slightly as she noticed numerous vague shadows appearing on the Gate of the Netherworld she had painted, shrouded in a hazy mist.

These shadows recited a nursery rhyme with innocent and pure voices, yet they exuded an eerie terror.

A sense of stimulation and fear slowly crept up her spine. The Strange Painter couldn't understand why, but she felt that the sudden appearance of these vague shadows, those little girls, were all staring at her.

Despite some walking, some gazing at the sky, and others sleeping, every one of them had their eyes fixed on her.

At that moment, a voice thundered like a bolt of lightning, sacred and majestic.

"The Gate of the Netherworld, complete!"

The speaker was none other than Qi Yuan.

He stood before the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties, overlooking the entire realm.

With his voice, the Gate of the Netherworld painted by the Strange Painter materialized into reality.

The special spirits, like little dolls, finally averted their gaze, all secretly looking up at the majestic being in the sky, whose boundaries were beyond sight.

The Strange Painter's face turned solemn. Gazing at the lifelike Gate of the Netherworld, no, it was the actual Gate of the Netherworld, and her heart trembled with awe.

She couldn't comprehend how she had managed to truly bring it to life before the world.

With a composed expression, she continued painting.

The Mountain and River Pen danced in her hand, giving birth to countless scenes.

Countless eerie auras and unseen things rushed into the Netherworld.

Qi Yuan sat in the Netherworld with narrowed eyes, yet he saw nothing.

"Have guests arrived at my abode?"

The guests before him were mysterious.

The other Yang Immortal Heavenly Sovereigns narrowed their eyes, and even Qi Qi seemed to sense something, yet they couldn't see anything.

"Ooh... Ah... Malaria!"

"Haa... Layers... Ah..."

Qi Yuan listened intently, and his ears, capable of hearing the sounds of the world, finally caught some incoherent and chaotic noises.

These voices were either shrill or howling like ghosts and wolves.

He also heard the crackling sound of burning maple twigs, with sparks flying everywhere.

Amidst the groans, he discerned the sound of burning joss paper.

Qi Yuan was astonished. "Dirty things have come to my place?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes sharp like divine blades, gazing into the Netherworld.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?"

The authority and mystery of the Heaven-Bearing and Emulating Mother Earth Deity enveloped the scene.

The Netherworld within the Mountain and River Scroll trembled and underwent purification.

Even the dirty things seemed to sense the power of the Mother Earth Deity and the significance of her presence.

"...... Please..."

The dirty things stopped their gibberish and transformed into a single voice, seemingly attempting to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, due to the distance in time and space, they couldn't be heard.

Qi Yuan's expression remained calm, but his voice carried a hint of helplessness. "It seems I must play the role of a language teacher."

As he spoke, his attire changed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung from his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and in his hand, a piece of chalk.

"Dirty little things, follow me and recite, a, o, e..."

The Mountain and River Pen continued its work, and as the dirty things multiplied, Qi Yuan played the role of a competent language teacher.

However, halfway through the lesson, he felt a twinge of unease.

He didn't possess a teaching certificate, and he wondered if this constituted illegal teaching. But then he remembered his psychiatric certificate, and the issue seemed less significant.

Mountains stretched endlessly, the rivers of the Netherworld flowed, the Eighteen Levels of Hell and the Heavenly Emperor's Palace rose one by one.

The Strange Painter's body trembled as she held the chalk, her eyes widening behind her gold-rimmed glasses. She had been painting for forty-four days, and the Netherworld was almost complete.

At that moment, Qiyuan put down her chalk and raised her hand to adjust her glasses.

She spoke, her voice carrying an air of authority and sanctity, not to be defiled.

"Little dirty creatures, have you learned? Now, tell me, what brings you to my home?"

Sadly, Qiyuan couldn't see them, or else she would have charged them a lodging fee.

As Qiyuan spoke, a hush fell over the Netherworld, and she no longer heard the wails and howls of the ghosts.

But in the Netherworld, a white figure appeared, distorted and illusory, not quite solid.

Yet, it was clear that the white figure was bowing towards Qiyuan.

A murmur escaped her lips, and in that moment, she remembered.

"No... soul, borrow... return..."

As she spoke, the white figure seemed to solidify, its grip on the white figure's body tightening.

The dirty creatures all became illusory, merging into the white figure.

Finally, they condensed into a stone tablet.

On the tablet, various eerie auras emanated, mysterious and unknown, seemingly containing the principles of death.

[The Tombstone of the Dead, seemingly from another realm.]



Qiyuan's eyes finally understood, "So, the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties is the gate from which they escaped, and the Tombstone of the Dead is the tombstone that escaped from my home?

What about my well? Who took it away?"

Qiyuan scanned the area, but saw nothing, and she felt a twinge of disappointment.

However, at that moment, the overall structure of the Netherworld was revealed by the Strange Painter.

What was missing was merely the details and sanctity.

Sanctity, as well as the principles of the law, required Qiyuan's blessing.

Qiyuan turned towards the Strange Painter, whose body trembled, but her eyes shone with vigor.

Clearly, she was pleased with this painting.

And in that moment, Qiyuan's majestic voice echoed through the Netherworld, like the voice of the Dao.

"The Ghostland is formed, and the mountains and rivers take shape."

The Central Ghostland, the mountains it formed, became solemn, as if imprinted with a seal.

Ordinary mountains became Ghost Mountains.

"The Eastern Ghost Emperor, Yulei and Shentu, rules Peach Stop Mountain and the Gate of the Netherworld."

"The Southern Ghost Emperor rules Luofu Mountain and leads the Qiang Barbarian Ghosts."

"The Western Ghost Emperor rules Panzhong Mountain."

"The Northern Ghost Emperor rules Luofeng Mountain."

"The Central Ghost Emperor rules Baodushan and governs the Central Ghostland!"

As Qiyuan's figure moved, Yulei, Shentu, and the Five Ghost Emperors appeared one by one.

Their grand figures exuded power, bowing and paying respect to Qiyuan.

"We respectfully obey the Heavenly Sovereign's command!"

The Five Ghost Emperors transformed into five streams of light, disappearing into the Ghostland.

Qiyuan didn't stop, her voice solemn and majestic.

"The Bridge of Hel, the River of Forgetfulness, and the Terrace of Hometown!"

"The Eighteen Levels of Hell, all under your rule!"

...

"The Heavenly Emperor's Palace, judge Yin and Yang, and decide reincarnation!"

"The Ten Yama Kings, take your rightful places!"

"The Yin Emperor resides in the Heavenly Emperor's Palace."

...

"Earth Treasury King, enter Hell!"

"The Heaven-Bearing and Emulating Deity, rule over reincarnation!"

As Qiyuan spoke, divine infants appeared one by one, transforming into Yin officials.

They bowed to the Heavenly Sovereign and then turned into streams of light, entering the Netherworld.

Qiyuan's consciousness seemed to merge with the Netherworld, becoming a part of the reincarnation process.

The once empty Netherworld, like a lifeless object, now harbored numerous powerful auras.

Eerie, lifeless, fire and scorching heat, decay and loneliness...

The Strange Painter witnessed this scene, her eyes filled with excitement.

At that moment, Qiyuan's gaze fell upon a "terrace."

This terrace was not the Terrace of Hometown but the Terrace of Reception.

When she was in the Moonlit Continent, she had thought of reviving the Five Elements Ancestors.

The Terrace of Reception was the place for their revival.

"Indeed, it's still not complete."

It was clear that the Netherworld was formed, but it couldn't function.

The revival of the dead was not possible at this time.

Or perhaps, the dead were too thoroughly deceased.

In that moment, Qiyuan's gaze shifted to the Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties.

"The Gate of the Netherworld, return to your place!"

As she spoke, the original Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties trembled, and countless changes occurred in an instant.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... The Gate of Ten Thousand Magics... The Gate of Ultimate Truth... The Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits... The Gate of Ten Thousand Machines!

Finally, it transformed into the Gate of the Netherworld!

Solemn, snowy, as if containing the principles of Yin and Yang, like a path leading to the Infinite Hell.

Countless principles, countless information, countless unknowns, all passed through the Gate of the Netherworld in that moment, entering Qiyuan's Netherworld.

Unspoken changes occurred, forming a new reality.

It became the gate to Qiyuan's home.

"Condense... Purple Qi..."

In that moment, Qiyuan opened her mouth wide and swallowed the Netherworld.

At the same time, the first essence of the Immortal Dao, the Purple Qi, was scattered, falling into the Netherworld.

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"Violet for Purple Qi!"

"Palace for Netherworld!"

"This is my Purple Mansion!"

With Qi Yuan's loud shout, two primordial divine abilities within him trembled incessantly.

The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteen levels of hell, transforming into a demonic prison.

The Forgetfulness of the Dharma of Great Forgetfulness, as if it had merged with the Mengpo-soup, and was now hiding in the river of forgetlessness.

Purple qi floated, full of vitality, like the purple qi of a Daoist's blessed land.

The yin wind was piercing, dark and terrifying, as if it were the palace of the Dead's kingdom.

Thus, the Purple Mansion was formed!

Qi Yuan's gaze fell upon the reception terrace once again.

Perhaps because he had transformed the Netherworld into a Purple Mansion, a hint of vitality had also appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Looking at the reception terrace, it was as if he had come to understand something.

"Harmony of Yin and Yang means the balance of life and death.

Therefore, to revive the dead, one must erase the living."

."

But this erasure is different from killing.

"So, currently, it can only be considered a small Netherworld. It can't receive everyone."

Sighing, he continued, "Five Elements Ancestors, it looks like you will have to lie in wait a bit longer."

This Netherworld was currently much worse than he had imagined.

For instance, if he were to go to the Blue Star, spending some time imprinting all living beings there with a mark.

Then, he could kill everyone on the Blue Star.

Everyone on the Blue star would become deceased souls, entering his Netherworld to work for free. If he wished, he could even let the people of the Blue Star reincarnate.

But... Those who haven't been imprinted by the Netherworld, he can't control."

For instance, the Five Elements Ancestors, and Zhang Sheng and Chen jiao from No Return City, he currently couldn't receive.

Sighing again, "If it were a Great Netherworld, he could just write everyone in the Book of Life and Death, and he would be directlyinvincible?"

Of course, this was just a thought.

Qi Yuan gazedat his Purple Mansion.

Hm, the entrance was filled with purple qi, the first essence of the Immortal realm.

The purple qi, even the Yang immotal Heavenly Sovereign would envy it immensely.

Seeing this purple qi, quite a fewyang immotal Heavenly sovereigns would be moved.

However, this Gate of the Netherworld... it looks a bit too lifeless. The Gate of Ten Thousand Varieties will transform into the Gate of Ultimate Truth!" Qi Yuan exclaimed.

It seemed the Gate of Ten Thousand varieties could hear him, as it really transformed into the Gate of ultimate truth.

Above it, countless ultimate truths seemed to flow, and any ordinary person who glanced at it would be entranced.

A yang immotal heavenly sovereign would look at it and wish to rush in, to comprehend the ultimate truth within.

After all, the ultimate truth is hard to comprehend.

The Gate of ultimate truth places the ultimate truth before you to comprehend.

Even with the worst comprehension, one could surely grasp it in a hundred thousand years, right?

If not, just sit in front of the gate of ultimate truth and spend an endless era to comprehend, and stepping out would make one invincible.

"Seeing it, I'm a bit moved, wanting to go in," Qi Yuan sighed.

In fact, he had a thought, whether to go to the Gate of ultimate truth, spend a few hundred or thousands of years to comprehend the ultimate truth?

But thinking about it, the Gate of ultimate truth is the first creation for other yang immotal heavenly sovereigns.

Given enough time, they would surely achieve the great ultimate truth.

But for Qi Yuan, it would be a waste of time.

With this time, he'd rather go play games and break through.

Moreover, he couldn't waste time anymore.

The cultivation of immortals had declined, and he needed to purify the atmosphere.

For Qi yuan, the gate of ultimate truth still held many attractions.

Firstly, it could isolate the great calamities; secondly, it could simplify comprehension, allowing him to observe the flaws of other great ultimate truths.

The only thing to be cautious about is not exposing the gate of ultimate truth.

Otherwise, Qi Yuan might face the enmity of all yang immotal heavenly sovereigns in the great ultimate truth realm.

After all, the gate of ultimate truth contained all the ultimate truths.

"Finally, I've achieved the Purple mansion, my strength has improved."

"This superpower turned out to be... my mouth?"

"this superpower came a bit late!"

"why does it feel so useless?"

This time, the talent he awakened was, upon hearing something with his ears, he could activate the talent to actively converse with the person, though it might be a bit distorted due to the spatial difference.

Also, when not linked to his ears, the voice he spoke could be randomly transmitted to another existence.

"Is it already chaotic?"

"Am I a treehorn now?"

"Did I become a loudspeaker?"

With these thoughts, Qi Yuan immediately tried it out.

His right eye didn't twitch.

"I'm so poor, good people, who can lend me some money!"

(End of Chapter)

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