ebookland Chapter 338 Rat Taoist
Chapter 338 Rat Taoist
Volume 2 World Volume
The Buzhou Mountains are almost three thousand miles long, like a giant dragon lying horizontally and circling, winding and twisting, stretching across the entire Jinghai.
Ever since the fallen true god, Shen Tu, tore apart the scroll of the underworld.
Most of the seawater in the former Jinghai Sea has been completely evaporated, revealing the seabed that has not been seen in the world for thousands of years.
Completely different from the legend is——
At the bottom of Jinghai Sea, there are almost a thousand black palaces.
These halls were built in a strange way, with no doors or windows. They were like an iron box with no place to get in.
These black palaces are located in cracked lakes. After the sea water evaporated, countless broken lakes were left behind.
These lakes are scattered all over the low-lying areas of the plains.
The sea, which was once more than a thousand feet deep, completely revealed its true appearance.
None of the countless powerful cultivators in the Nine Divine Continents knew that the Buzhou Mountain, which had been legendary for nearly ten thousand years, would be buried at the bottom of the Jinghai Sea.
Since the fission fifteen years ago, Mount Buzhou has risen and divided the sea into a Bagua shape.
The very center is the extreme point of the Eight Diagrams, standing in the middle of the mountains.
The Jingshen Peak, which has been searched for by the world for almost ten thousand years and was once the site of the Human Emperor's slaying of the Immortal Realm, stands on the top of Mount Buzhou.
These myths that had been rumored for ten thousand years finally revealed their true face fifteen years ago when the evil god of the ancient ghost clan, Shen Tu, tore apart the scroll of the underworld.
No one had ever guessed that the mythical Jingshen Peak actually stood in the depths of this sea.
In the past fifteen years, countless powerful sword cultivators have coveted this Jingshen Peak. According to legend, if you climb to the Jingshen Peak of Mount Buzhou, you can see the fairyland.
The fairyland that the Human Emperor once split apart.
However, after so many years, almost everyone who came here has completely given up.
because--
At the top of Jingshen Peak, there is a cloud of white fog surrounding it all year round, making the top of the mountain invisible and even those who practice Taoism unable to enter.
That ball of white mist would immediately turn into a ball of blood mist and fall from the sky as soon as the flesh and blood of any cultivator entered, no matter if it was the first or the ninth realm.
In the second year after Jinghai was exposed, there was a ninth-level strongman from Taiwei Sword Sect who refused to believe in evil and was conceited about his own cultivation. After arriving at Jinghai, he climbed up Jingshen Peak by force, and the result was...
In full view of everyone, it turned into a faint blood mist.
From then on, the powerful cultivators from the nine divine continents gradually lost interest in this place.
Over the years, this Jingshen Peak has gradually lost its former mythical color. No one can enter it, and no one has ever seen the legendary fairyland.
The only things that still attract cultivators to come here are the mysterious black palaces and the billions of white corpses distributed in a strange formation.
These Yin corpses never decompose or rot all year round, as if they were pickled in wax, and appear on the seabed for no reason.
These corpses are dotted around, forming a creepy plain.
——The Plain of Corpses.
Seen from the mountain, the plain is vast and almost endless, and from a distance, it is so beautiful that no trace of evil can be felt.
This was the most shocking news in the Nine Divine Continents fifteen years ago.
Only those who have been to the Yinshi Plain know how many lives were buried beneath the former sea.
The billions of dead souls of the ancient ghost clan, and the creatures of all races who died in the catastrophe of all races ten thousand years ago, have come together to form a white scroll, spreading out on the submarine plain under this sea.
These are two forbidden areas.
A white fog on the Jingshen Peak and a plain of corpses.
A forbidden area that is almost inaccessible to mortals.
The white mist turned the cultivators into blood mist, and the evil spirit on the corpses made the cultivators' bodies instantly freeze into ice and turn into powder.
Over the past fifteen years, people coming and going, as well as the remaining members of the three tribes of Jinghai, have built a city on the mountainside.
——City of Bones
This is the fifteenth year since the Netherworld Scroll was shattered.
Going up from the Bone City, on the small path leading to the terraced fields, there was an old man shouting and waving a whip, driving a flock of sheep upwards.
The shepherd was singing in an unknown tune as he turned a corner of a hill.
Looking at the scene in front of him, his tone suddenly stopped, and his whole face was stunned:
In front of him was an old woman.
To be precise, he is an old man who is neither male nor female.
The old woman who blocked the shepherd's way looked very strange.
Half of her face was bright and wrinkle-free, but the other half was covered in twisted wrinkles and looked so old that she looked like she was about to be buried.
This way, the two halves of the face look like they are sewn together with needles.
It looks extremely scary.
The shepherd was startled and shouted:
"You...who are you?"
The old woman rolled her eyes outwards, her eyeballs turned outwards, and stared at the sky. She asked the shepherd in an even more bizarre tone:
"You...you...are you talking to me?"
The shepherd looked around and confirmed that there was no one else. Then he suppressed his surprise and asked, "Is there a third person here?"
"Have……"
The old woman smiled mysteriously.
Suddenly her mouth opened, and when it opened, a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of her nostrils, and the crack looked like two faces sewn together with a needle.
The originally thin face suddenly split on both sides.
The head of a lively and bright young woman was forcibly separated from the left side.
The shepherd was so frightened by the scene before him that he could hardly walk. His entire lower body was shaking and trembling. "You...are you a monster from the city?"
“Hehe…Hehe!”
An old man's voice and a young woman's charming voice came out of this body at the same time. After the bright-skinned woman came out, the old man's skin shriveled up in an instant.
Like a piece of clothing, falling to the ground.
The beautiful woman smiled softly at the shepherd:
"You...you've ever seen someone like me in the City of Bones?"
"No...no..."
The shepherd's tongue was so scared that it started to get tangled.
"That's right, there are only a handful of people in this world who practice this kind of Taoism!"
The shepherd stood up and was about to leave, but the beautiful woman suddenly stopped him, her voice filled with a charming smile:
"Old man, are you afraid of death?"
"No... I'm not afraid..." Even though he said he was not afraid, his tongue began to speak unclearly.
"Are you afraid of being eaten by monsters?"
"afraid!"
This time the shepherd answered very straightforwardly. He knew that what he encountered today was the monster that had been rumored recently.
"Since you're afraid, then answer my questions honestly. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go!"
"What do you want to ask?"
The shepherd was anxious to get away and said something quickly.
"There's a young Rat Taoist living in this village. He's only fifteen or sixteen years old, very young..."
As soon as the words "Rat Taoist" came out, the shepherd suddenly trembled. It was obvious that he knew this Rat Taoist, but he suppressed his expression and actually bit his lip and began to deny it:
"Rat... Taoist? Never heard of him!"