Chapter 106: Great Sun Hangs High, Burning Heaven and Boiling the Sea
The Ghost Saint woman's gaze sharpened, fixed intently on Chen Chang'an opposite her.
That person wore a simple white dress, black hair like a waterfall, with no spiritual energy fluctuations—resembling an ordinary mortal.
Yet precisely such a "mortal," beneath her saintly might—
Remained utterly motionless.
Not even the hem of her dress stirred by half an inch.
How could this be...
A terrifying conjecture surfaced in her mind...
"Who are you?"
The Ghost Saint woman finally spoke, but her voice differed completely from the cool tone previously heard in everyone's minds.
Her voice was now delicate and mellifluous, carrying a hint of pitiful vulnerability, as if it could easily evoke deep compassion.
Chen Chang'an stood with hands behind her back, smiling faintly: "Little sister, who I am doesn't matter."
She looked up, her gaze terrifyingly calm, "What matters is, now, take these ghostly creatures and retreat."
After a pause, she added four words: "Immediately. Now."
The Ghost Saint woman remained silent, showing no displeasure at being called "little sister."
Because the other's current state vividly reminded her of a realm she herself had yet to reach—
Saint Realm Peak, Flawless True Body!
Under normal circumstances, she would have already considered retreat.
But now, she could clearly sense the ghost race's lost treasure of countless eons—the Zhuyin Jade Disk—was nearby.
That sacred relic capable of elevating the entire ghost race was within reach...
How could she retreat because of mere words?
How could she retreat because of a mere conjecture?
As if sensing the Ghost Saint's will, the countless ghosts beneath her feet suddenly began howling frantically.
Boundless black energy shot skyward, forming a sky-obscuring ghostly face—ferocious and terrifying. The entire world trembled as if doomsday had arrived.
Chen Chang'an watched this scene and sighed softly: "Why must you refuse to listen to reason?"
Her tone remained placid, as if commenting on today's fine weather.
But that light sigh made the Ghost Saint woman's heart jolt violently.
Then—
Chen Chang'an took a step forward.
"Boom—"
The void trembled, a wisp of golden flame ignited beneath her feet.
The flame was initially no larger than a firefly, but in an instant it spread like a prairie fire, coiling around her like ten thousand golden serpents.
When the second step fell, the entire firmament abruptly changed color.
"Scree—"
A clear, piercing cry echoed through the nine heavens. Behind Chen Chang'an, a sky-obscuring Golden Crow Dharma Form unfurled.
The divine bird's wings stretched across the heavens, each feather flowing with lava-like crimson-gold light. Its three feet clenched emptily, as if gripping three suns on the verge of detonation.
"Great Sun... Burning Heaven Technique?!"
On the city wall, Elder Meng's ghost-measuring ruler clattered to the ground.
This Longevity Realm expert trembled uncontrollably, his clouded pupils reflecting the sky filled with golden flames—this was a completely lost supreme immortal art!
He had only seen fragmented descriptions in ancient texts, with legends claiming that when cultivated to perfection, one could transform into a Sun Immortal Lord walking the mortal realm.
The ghost tide began to boil.
Countless low-level ghosts emitted piercing shrieks, their rotting bodies emitting green smoke and beginning to melt like wax figures.
Even ghost commander-level existences couldn't help but retreat repeatedly, their black iron heavy armor glowing a terrifying crimson-red under the intense heat.
"Retreat... Fall back!"
A three-eyed ghost commander roared while swinging a bone whip, yet the moment it touched the golden flames, its entire arm ignited violently. The flames flowed upward along the yin energy, engulfing it in an instant and transforming it into a human-shaped torch.
The third step.
Chen Chang'an now hovered directly above the ghost tide.
At this moment, the Myriad Ghosts Cavern became a crucible.
All the ghost-suppressing runes on the cavern walls flared with blinding blood-red light, yet dissolved like snow under the golden flames' illumination.
The entire deep cavern was laid bare in intricate detail. Shadows dormant for millennia had nowhere to hide, disintegrating into ash within the radiance.
The ghost army finally began to collapse.
They started fleeing backward in terror, only to despairingly discover even the black mist beneath their feet was burning. Ghost commanders attempted to burrow underground, but the rock layers had already been vitrified, reflecting their twisted, terrified faces.
The Ghost Saint woman's expression finally changed.
Her carefully maintained facade of delicate vulnerability cracked inch by inch. Beneath her veil came a gnashing snarl: "Stop—immediately!"
Before she finished speaking, Chen Chang'an gently pushed downward toward the ghost tide below.
"Apologies... too late."
Instantly, the Golden Crow Dharma Form unfurled its cloud-touching wings.
Ten thousand zhang of light cascaded like a celestial river, illuminating the entire ghost domain as if it were midday. The fleeing ghosts suddenly froze, their shadows solidifying on the ground. Then, starting from their feet, they disintegrated into ash inch by inch.
On the city wall, Xiao Ling'er had to cover her stinging eyes.
Yet even with eyes closed, she could feel the scorching brilliance penetrating her eyelids—as if someone had forcibly thrust the noon sun into this gloomy ghost domain.
"You—die!"
The Ghost Saint woman's eyes split with rage. The struggling ghost army below belonged to her tribe. She saw her lips part slightly as a yellow light suddenly shot from her throat.
It was a three-zhang yellow banner, its surface embroidered with countless distorted human faces. The moment it appeared, it emitted the wails of ten thousand wronged souls. As she formed hand seals and chanted, endless black energy gushed from the banner like a bursting nether river, pouring down toward the ghost army on the verge of annihilation.
"Aah!!"
Horrifyingly, the black energy emitted piercing shrieks the instant it touched the golden flames. Upon closer inspection, each wisp of black energy was a refined living soul, now twisting in agony under the scorching sun before dissipating into green smoke.
My Ten Thousand Souls Banner!
The Ghost Saint woman's heart bled.
This treasure, refined from one hundred thousand living souls, was only three thousand resentful spirits away from ascending to an immortal artifact.
Now, the faces on its banner were visibly melting, and the meticulously inscribed nether dao patterns showed scorched cracks.
She hastily formed seals to retrieve the treasure, only to see a fair hand suddenly pierce through the golden light—
"Slap!"
Chen Chang'an was suddenly before her, effortlessly imprinting a palm on her chest.
The seemingly casual motion caused the air within a hundred zhang to congeal.
"Crack!"
The Ghost Saint woman's chest bones shattered, her veil exploding apart to reveal a deathly pale, stunningly beautiful face.
She watched in horror as this palm not only shattered her protective ghostly barrier but also cracked the foundation of her "Nine Revolutions Netherworld Body"—cultivated over ten millennia.
"You—spurt!"
Blood mixed with black energy gushed from her seven orifices. She could no longer maintain human form, dissolving into a rolling black mist that vanished into the collapsing ghost tide below.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner drifted down, caught by a fair hand.
"Hiss—"
A faint sizzling sound rang out. The last few nether dao patterns on the banner convulsed like dying snakes.
Chen Chang'an lowered her gaze, examining this evil artifact radiating palpable sin without needing to inspect it closely. Her fingertips pressed slightly.
"Boom!"
The entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner trembled violently. The souls imprisoned for millennia finally found liberation, rising as specks of crystalline light—like star rain flowing backward beneath the scorching sun.
The banner fabric cracked inch by inch, its scorched edges beginning to curl.
First, the banner head embroidered with "Soul Collection" disintegrated into ash. Next came the banner body depicting the eighteen layers of hell. Finally, the banner tail adorned with human bone bells—this sacred relic that terrorized the entire ghost domain—disintegrated like burnt paper money before all eyes, scattering as ash across the sky.
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