Chapter 1 Rebirth

Zhou Jiusheng was simply making a desperate gamble.

The reason he chose to submit was that he had no other choice.

But when he saw everything clearly again, what he saw was the scattered palace floating in the aurora, and the endless desolation. In that desolation, there were many floating and sinking, arable spaces, as if there was nothing, but as if there were infinite possibilities.

Strength and weakness coexisted on his soul at this moment, making him feel very novel.

The shackles of lifespan had been broken, but he had also lost the physical body he depended on and became a masterless soul.

In terms of will, Zhou Jiusheng was powerful, but as a lone soul, he had no true qi, no vitality, no spiritual roots, no mana, or anything else. He needed to find the right direction and start all over again.

Of course, coming back again, the speed of cultivation would definitely be very fast.

Even if the cultivation of humans and ghosts is not the same, there are many things in common.

"Am I dead?"

"But I'm still here?" Zhou Jiusheng finally came to this seemingly boring conclusion.

The Barren Fight Realm had never had a soul that had broken free from the flesh and existed in isolation.

Many powerful cultivators hoped to understand the mystery of life and death from the aurora, but in the end, they all returned to the aurora and became part of the endless illusion.

"She... is she really the King of Hell?" Zhou Jiusheng felt absurd, but also had a kind of ecstatic rejoicing.

As long as you are alive, there is hope.

Moreover, this peculiar experience allowed Zhou Jiusheng to see more possibilities.

As long as he could understand the secrets here, he believed that he could replace her.

Walking into a palace, Zhou Jiusheng looked up. The palace was painted with many evil ghosts, and sitting on top of the evil ghosts were Yin bailiffs, Ghost Kings, and Yama Kings.

Upon closer inspection, whether it was the ferocious little ghosts, the unbridled Ghost Kings, the serious and cold Yin bailiffs, or the majestic Yama Kings suppressing hell, they all contained strange streams of aurora.

Carefully studying the trajectory of the aurora flow, it is not difficult to find that these are actually different methods of ghost cultivation.

Zhou Jiusheng's gaze locked onto the most mysterious and sacred figure at the top of the Yama Kings.

It was almost a portrayal of the 'King of Hell' he had seen before.

On this portrait of the King of Hell, there was also an aurora flowing.

It seemed that the secret of the King of Hell was being made public and open.

This made Zhou Jiusheng instinctively suspicious.

But in the end, doubt was defeated by ambition.

Since he was going to learn, of course, he had to learn the strongest. Zhou Jiusheng began to study the aurora trajectory on the portrait of the King of Hell, trying to mobilize and absorb the energy that filled this place to complete the condensation of his ghost body.

In the endless yellow sand, Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin stood side by side.

"How does it feel?" Ye Chuxiao asked Duanmu Lin.

At this time, Duanmu Lin had removed her disguise and returned to her lively and playful appearance.

Although her appearance was that of a cold and aloof mature woman, her bones still exuded the fragrance of a youthful girl.

"It's very strange. I feel like I can use everything about him at any time. I can even change his appearance and control him like a puppet."

"But, I also have to meet his needs for cultivation and constantly pay out the aurora, otherwise some changes will occur in him... It's very strange, I need some time to study it carefully," Duanmu Lin said, jumping up and down, obviously in a good mood.

Although her Aurora Netherworld was still empty, subduing the first intent realm cultivator as a ghost soldier was a good start.

As for the ghost cultivation methods in the palace, they were deliberately left behind by Duanmu Lin at Ye Chuxiao's instruction.

Just as Ye Chuxiao could share Duanmu Lin's cultivation, Duanmu Lin could also share the cultivation of the ghost soldiers in the Netherworld.

And the more one cultivates the King of Hell's methods, the more powerful Duanmu Lin, as the King of Hell, becomes.

Even choosing to cultivate other methods is to increase Duanmu Lin's foundation and the breadth of her cultivation.

In other words, Ye Chuxiao can also imprint these cultivation experiences through Duanmu Lin.

This was originally a win-win situation.

As for so many ghost cultivation methods, of course, they were created by Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin together in the past two years.

They were all extremely compatible with the meaning of the aurora and took the aurora as the core of cultivation.

Without Ye Chuxiao's rich accumulation and Duanmu Lin's almost instinctive understanding of the aurora, it would be impossible to create such methods.

Therefore, even if it is the same ghost cultivation method, the ghost cultivation methods in Duanmu Lin's Aurora Netherworld are quite special.

"This is normal, the special one is just you. He has not been recognized by the world. To maintain it, you must pay the price."

"When there are more ghosts in your Netherworld, you can use the aurora as the core to condense currency, and then gradually build a complete social system through currency. The strong survive, the weak are eliminated, and the eliminated souls can still be transformed into everything else in the Aurora Netherworld. The current Netherworld may still be too monotonous and lacks possibilities."

"Of course, the Aurora Netherworld is equivalent to your personal world. You can build it according to your ideas," Ye Chuxiao said.

He did not have the idea of completely replicating the appearance of the underworld in his memory to the Aurora Netherworld.

Since Duanmu Lin is an independent life, Ye Chuxiao should give her enough freedom and respect where she needs freedom and respect.

"This... I'm afraid I can't handle it alone. I still need your help!" Duanmu Lin scratched her head and then giggled.

Ye Chuxiao rubbed her head, messing up her neat hair.

Then he stopped before she got angry.

"Of course, you can ask me any questions you have," Ye Chuxiao said with a laugh.

It has to be said that subduing Zhou Jiusheng was a good start.

"Who are we going to find next?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

Duanmu Lin glanced into the distance and then said decisively, "Yin Yuemei, the Spring and Autumn Talisman Saint!"

"Okay! Let's go. But to deal with a Talisman Master, we have to be more cautious and make full preparations. Perhaps her direct combat power is not as good as Zhou Jiusheng's, but her level of difficulty is definitely several times that of Zhou Jiusheng's," Ye Chuxiao instructed.

Duanmu Lin said somewhat depressedly, "Does it have to be so troublesome every time?"

Ye Chuxiao still had a smile on his face, "Not really. It's just the initial stage of entrepreneurship! It's inevitable that it will be a little hard. When the business gets bigger, we can delegate the task and let our subordinates help handle it."

"You can continue to study the Aurora Netherworld Seal when you have time!"

"When the Netherworld Seal arrives, Yin soldiers will lead the way, the Netherworld will open, and thousands of cultivators will flock in. Wouldn't that be wonderful! Wonderful!"

For the Barren Fight Realm, the Aurora Netherworld must be like the creation of the world.

It's just that now, its reputation is not obvious, and the power of the two is not strong enough.

When the team grows stronger, the Netherworld stabilizes, and the reputation gradually spreads.

They won't have to visit each other one by one.

At that time, there will be old cultivators whose lifespans are about to end who will take the initiative to visit and beg to be accepted.

"Okay! I'm looking forward to this day!" Duanmu Lin began to be full of energy.

In the next six months, Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin traveled 30,000 miles.

One after another, the Old Sword God Zhou Jiusheng, the Spring and Autumn Talisman Saint Yin Yuemei, the Great Chu Armored Soldier Liang Shigu, the White Moon Dragon Monk Xingku, the Unparalleled Formation Master Kuang Ge, and other intent realm great cultivators who once swept an era and enjoyed an era were subdued by them and sent into the Aurora Netherworld.

At the same time, the name of the Netherworld also quietly spread within the Barren Fight Realm.

However, the rumors in the wind gradually changed their appearance.

In the rumors circulating outside, Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin have become the Black and White Impermanence who take lives and souls.

They specialize in targeting old and weak cultivators in order to extract their last bit of spiritual energy and will to cultivate a world-shaking magic skill.

Whether it was righteous cultivators or evil cultivators, everyone began to panic for a while.

Many cultivators from noble families and famous sects even formed an alliance and searched the mountains and fields for Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin, wanting to besiege them.

Black clouds pressed down on the city, but white snow turned into a bridge, connecting heaven and earth, and covering everything with a layer of plain white color.

Ye Chuxiao held an oil-paper umbrella and stood side by side with Duanmu Lin.

Ye Chuxiao was dressed in black, while Duanmu Lin was dressed in snow-white.

The two stood together in the snow, just like the rumored Black and White Impermanence.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the black clouds pressed lower and lower.

The sky seemed to be completely black.

Faintly, it seemed that the snowflakes were imprinted with delicate talismans.

Using the weather and celestial phenomena to set up talismans is a method that only Talisman Masters possess.

Often, intent realm Talisman Masters are not necessarily Talisman Masters, but Talisman Masters must be intent realm cultivators.

Sky, earth, snow, city.

In the distance, there were lone geese, and nearby, there were still remnants of bonfires that had not been completely extinguished.

Everything seemed to be forming a painting, and also like a formation.

When Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin walked into this painting, they also entered the formation.

When the formation reaches its peak, it is like a painting, as if it forcibly compresses the three-dimensional world into two dimensions.

The more powerful the formation, the simpler its essence.

Because complex formations have multiple solutions.

Simple formations often have only one solution.

At this time, the world in Ye Chuxiao's eyes was gradually turning into black and white.

The monotonous color is the appearance, and the reality reflected is that the rules in the entire space have been almost completely extracted, leaving only two simple rules.

And in this simple rule, even if the formation does nothing and does not give any killing intent.

Just this simplicity is enough to kill everything.

"Since you're here, don't be sneaky!"

"It's not easy to block us. It's rare to have this stage without showing your face," Ye Chuxiao said, holding a completely white oil-paper umbrella.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao seemed relaxed, but in reality, he was already in a state of full alert.

Because of his joint cultivation with Duanmu Lin, his particularly powerful spirit was being released, quietly融入 into the surrounding environment, simulating the domain of an intent realm cultivator, and constructing a combat environment that was beneficial to him.

In terms of accumulation, comprehension, and other aspects, Ye Chuxiao was already qualified to break into the intent realm.

The reason why he hasn't broken through yet is precisely because he knows too much, knows too much, and has too much accumulation.

As a result, it is difficult to empty his mind and twist everything he knows into one.

Therefore, he needs a battle, a battle that is enough to push him to his limit.

This trap aimed at him and Duanmu Lin was one that he took the initiative to step into.

Of course, Ye Chuxiao basically doesn't do things he's not sure about.

Duanmu Lin is the one responsible for backing him up.

In half a year, she had almost completely opened up the supply of aurora.

Those cultivators who were taken into the Aurora Netherworld had more or less recovered some of their cultivation when they were human.

If it really comes to a critical moment, they can all be released to create opportunities.

Or even simply talk it out and resolve the crisis.

"Hmph, the two demons of the Netherworld, now that we've blocked you, it's time for your evil deeds to be punished." A voice came out.

The cold voice echoed in the endless snowflakes.

Then, under the kneading of the wind and snow, a figure formed in the snow.

He had snow-white hair, snow-white eyebrows, a snow-white face, and snow-white clothes.

He was a snowman.

Although he was a snowman, he should not be underestimated.

Dozens of feet away, the snowman stretched out his hand and pushed towards Ye Chuxiao.

The palm actually detached from the wrist and flew out. With the blessing of the wind and snow, the palm became larger and larger, almost occupying all the line of sight and having a sense of filling the sky and earth.

Ye Chuxiao only felt that the surrounding air had instantly dropped several degrees.

Originally, breathing out would form mist, but now breathing out would turn into ice.

And the trouble is that in this black and white world, all gorgeous colors are not allowed to exist.

If Ye Chuxiao wants to take action, he can only use the power of those cold and icy attributes to correspond to the black and white here.

And such power cannot cause harm to the snowman.

On the contrary, it will make it even more powerful.

It is precisely because the snowman is not a real person.

It is just a unique puppet condensed from flying snow and strange talismans, so it is more like an elf in the wind, snow, yin, and cold, and can unscrupulously merge with everything cold.

Sometimes, puppets have advantages that living people do not possess.

Ye Chuxiao pressed down on his saber with one hand, the tip of the saber facing down, and劃过 across the ground.

In the other hand, he was still holding the umbrella without the slightest shaking.

The tip of the saber劃过 across the ground, as if it had cut out new possibilities.

Pale flames leaped on the tip of Ye Chuxiao's saber.

The color of the fire was extremely pure white.

But its temperature was enough to scorch the painting.

"Domain?"

"To be able to use a domain with the realm of wisdom, no wonder you can succeed in sneak attacks repeatedly. So you have this reliance." The voice echoing in the world seemed to carry a kind of condescending arrogance.

Even if Ye Chuxiao used the pale and overbearing pure white fire, he still failed to make those who ambushed Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin feel vigilant.

On the contrary, Ye Chuxiao's failure to dye the colors on this black and white painting made them feel at ease.

Fighting according to the rules they set, no matter how hard you struggle, you will still be buried.

The pale fire met the snow giant's hand that was constantly zooming in.

The flames melted the snow giant's hand, and black rain fell from the sky, like ink, rendering the ground under Ye Chuxiao and Duanmu Lin's feet.

In an instant, the roaring river had already gathered into shape.

The black tide, with the power of corrosion and engulfment, swept in.

It seemed to be washing away everything.