C745 Controlled the Flood
The Luohou that emerged silently within Yu Yuan's Consciousness Little World was merely a fragment of her soul essence.
This manifestation of Luohou possessed a mere one percent of her true strength, if not less.
Yet, she was a Ghost King!
In Horror Land, a peak Ghost King could effortlessly annihilate Yin God Stage cultivators from the outside with just a sliver of her soul power!
The Ghost King held the advantages of timing, location, and harmony of people, and in terms of cultivation, she towered far above the Yin God!
Moreover, this strand of soul that had transformed into Luohou was currently within Yu Yuan's Consciousness Little World!
The Luohou Ghost King's expression was chilling as she watched the brilliantly gleaming, sharp awl hurtle towards the overlapping layers of Yu Yuan's soul.
"Let's see how you handle this!"
Yu Yuan had arrived in his true form, wielding the renowned Evil Cauldron from the Boundless Land and mastering the secret arts of the Divine Soul Sect, earning him a measure of her respect.
She harbored a cautious respect for the Divine Soul Sect and refrained from rash actions.
Indeed, the Soul Arts of the Divine Soul Sect were so formidable that even the Devaputras and alien races from the vast reaches of the galaxy trembled at their mention!
Yu Yuan's practice of the Divine Soul Sect's Soul Arts had been closely monitored by her. Regardless of his acknowledgment, she regarded Yu Yuan as one of their own.
Even as a newly risen Ghost King in Horror Land, she knew to tread carefully with members of the Divine Soul Sect.
"Ugh!"
A sudden, intense pain pierced Yu Yuan's brow, eliciting a guttural cry from him.
In that instant, he felt as though countless foreign entities were flooding into his consciousness!
And in the next breath, he realized it was no illusion!
Whoosh!
All at once, hundreds of 'evil devils' materialized from every direction within Yu Yuan's Consciousness Little World!
Before his soul, the swarming 'evil devils' howled, swiftly forming an enigmatic array in the blink of an eye.
Nearly two thousand 'evil devils' swirled and surged, morphing into a well-shaped soul formation.
A thunderous bellow from the cauldron soul erupted, shaking his Consciousness Little World.
"Soul Prison!"
The well-shaped, bizarre formation abruptly engulfed the sharp awl flung by the Luohou Ghost King. Inside the well, the multitude of 'evil devils' writhed like millstones grinding soybeans, methodically pulverizing the sharp awl into nothingness.
Sizzle, sizzle!
As the battle raged, 'evil devils' were continuously reduced to ashes, only to be replaced by new ones that swooped in to seal the breaches within the Soul Prison, ensuring the array's unceasing operation.
Simultaneously, Yu Yuan discovered that his Consciousness Little World was indeed penetrable by these 'evil devils.'
The Ice Concubine and the second type of Evil Devil, not being of pure soul spirit form, were unable to infiltrate his consciousness and join the battle as they were currently doing.
However, the newly formed Evil Devils, being entirely ethereal spirit bodies, could directly access his Consciousness Little World and serve his purposes!
"Evil Cauldron!"
The Luohou Ghost King's expression grew even more frigid. After her initial strike missed its mark, she prepared to launch another assault.
Swoosh!
The "Soul Prison" array abruptly morphed, transforming into a vortex-like "Soul Split" that surged towards a strand of Luohou's soul.
Crackle!
Concurrently, Yu Yuan, standing within the cauldron, witnessed hundreds of evil devils obliterated by a fierce, icy wind.
The Luohou Ghost King, manifesting in the physical realm, had her colossal, god-like form poised to strike down upon the Evil Cauldron.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Behind her, the babbling stream at the base of the seven-colored glass Dark Mountain underwent a startling transformation.
The sound of flowing water vanished without a trace.
The stream, a conduit to the Yin Qi's source, was the wellspring of the Luohou Ghost King's essence, the foundation of her myriad sophisticated Soul Arts, and the power source for the spectral imprints of the ghosts within the flower basket.
The cessation of the stream's babble signified that the Luohou Ghost King was now left to rely solely on the power she had painstakingly cultivated over the years to contend with Yu Yuan and the white bones.
"Who's there?"
Luohou, suspended in the sky, keenly perceived the anomaly and her countenance subtly shifted.
She was acutely aware that the stream, condensed from Yin Qi, was what distinguished the Ghost King from mere ghosts!
The Yin Qi of Dark Mountain and its base was insufficiently refined, only to be slowly harvested and refined during cultivation to bolster her own strength.
In the skirmishes between ghosts, they could not directly extract Yin Qi from within Dark Mountain to swiftly amplify their combat prowess.
This was precisely why the white bones dared to venture from their domain to challenge three peers among the ghosts and easily triumph.
The enhancement of a ghost's power by Dark Mountain was a gradual process, regardless of its height.
Yet the Yin Qi there was so refined and pure that it could be directly harnessed without any need for purification, transforming seamlessly into the might of a Ghost King.
As long as the stream that tapped into the Yin Qi's source flowed, Luohou could fight indefinitely without expending any of her own strength—she simply had to draw from the stream's Yin Qi.
This was a fundamental distinction between a Ghost King and ordinary ghosts.
But in the midst of battle, Luohou was taken aback to discover that the stream beneath her Dark Mountain had ceased to flow. Fear gripped her for the first time, as she was clueless about the cause.
That is until Jiang Xingwen made her entrance...
Adorned with the "Soul Crossing River" jade belt, Jiang Xingwen left her followers behind and approached alone, her presence ethereal.
"Greetings, Luohou Ghost King," she offered from a distance, her smile serene and apologetic.
The "Soul Crossing River" was a relic of the Mingdu Ghost King, originating from Horror Land and rumored to be intimately linked to the source of Yin Qi. With it, Jiang Xingwen could bypass spatial distances of Horror Land and arrive in an instant—particularly to a Dark Mountain where Yin Qi condensed into droplets and streams.
She could even use the "Soul Crossing River" to pinpoint and reach the stream in a single breath.
"Did the river at the base of my mountain stop flowing because of you, because of that item on your waist?" Luohou Ghost King's demeanor was clearly displeased.
Jiang Xingwen's arrival had gone unnoticed by Luohou, which defied logic.
Even while preoccupied with restraining the white bones and dividing her focus to confront Yu Yuan's true form and the soul within the Consciousness Little World, she should have been able to detect any unusual soul disturbances within a thousand miles.
Only if Jiang Xingwen had appeared abruptly, as if by spatial translocation, would Luohou have failed to sense her.
And that was exactly how Jiang Xingwen had arrived.
"Lord Luohou, your tenure as a Ghost King has been brief, and your understanding of this realm is still limited," Jiang Xingwen said with a light chuckle, gesturing to the verdant jade belt at her waist. "This might be the sole artifact in all of Horror Land capable of restraining the Yin Water River."
"Soul Crossing River!" the Luohou Ghost King uttered with a cold huff.
She was well aware of the item's legendary properties and its connection to the origin of the Yin Meridian, yet she had never imagined the Soul Crossing River could wield such astonishing power!
Hiss, hiss!
In that instant, the white bones, ensnared within the flower basket and on the verge of being pulled under by a host of ghostly spirits, burst into a fearsome blaze of ghostly white fire.
One by one, the soul shadows were consumed by the white flames, dissolving into nothingness.
This occurred because the stream had stopped flowing, abruptly severing the supply of pure Yin Qi that had been fueling the soul shadows.
The cessation of the stream indicated that no Yin Water was spilling forth, unable to infuse the soul shadows within the basket, thus freeing the white bones from their entrapment.
With a swift whoosh, the luminescent skeleton burst forth from the basket, coming to rest outside.
Simultaneously, the fierce cold wind ceased its mad howling. The dark magic barrier safeguarding Yu Yuan quickly regained its stability, no longer requiring the continual burning of the "Evil Cauldron" to power it.
Even within the confines of Yu Yuan's Consciousness Little World, a strand of Luohou's essence vanished without a trace.
High above the onlookers, the towering figure of the Luohou Ghost King rapidly diminished, swiftly reverting to her once gaunt and delicate form.
And there she stood, once again cradling the flower basket.
