The giant wolf’s bloodthirsty gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Chen Xiao.
At this moment, Ye Santong shouted, "Mr. Chen, be careful!"
As his reminder echoed, the giant wolf, treading on black smoke, charged towards Chen Xiao.
In the air, the giant wolf left a trail of black smoke, heading straight for Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao tried several attack methods, all of which were swallowed by the giant wolf in a single bite. In the blink of an eye, the wolf was before him.
Chen Xiao thought that if spiritual energy attacks were useless, physical attacks should at least work.
He wielded the Yitian Sword and slashed at the giant wolf.
The Yitian Sword cut into the giant wolf, passing through its body. However, only a fleeting crack appeared on the wolf's form. Soon, with the re-coalescence of black smoke, its body was as good as new.
"Damn it, this is unbelievable!"
Chen Xiao was utterly helpless against the giant wolf. The wolf had already pounced on him, and the black energy was drilling into his body through his skin.
"This is bad, this Ghost Origin wants to possess Mr. Chen's body!"
Chu He's brows furrowed. "When it possessed Huangfu Xiao's body, we were powerless. If it possesses Mr. Chen's body, then all of us here today will likely die!"
Beside him, Chu Qingluan looked bewildered, not understanding what her father was saying. However, from her father's serious expression, she could tell that the situation was dire.
"Mr. Chen, we can't help you. You must hold on!"
If even Chen Xiao's attacks were ineffective against this ghostly entity, it was even more so for Chu He and his group.
However, Chen Xiao wasn't entirely without options. He had understood that this ghostly entity was a peculiar spiritual being that could devour all spiritual energy.
But there was one thing it couldn't devour: Chen Xiao's divine sense.
Although Chen Xiao's divine sense was greatly weakened in this Zhushen Realm, it was more than enough to deal with this entity.
Just as the ghostly entity was desperately trying to burrow into Chen Xiao's body to possess it, Chen Xiao's divine sense grabbed its tail and proceeded to pummel it.
"Aowu, aowu, aowu..."
The ghostly entity cried out in pain and quickly fled on black smoke.
Chen Xiao immediately took flight to pursue it, but the entity was incredibly fast, soon vanishing into the void, leaving no trace.
Chen Xiao returned empty-handed, feeling quite displeased. He asked Chu He, "Hall Master Chu, do you recognize this thing?"
Chu He nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the legendary Ghost Origin!"
"Ghost Origin? What is that?"
Even with his hundreds of years of cultivation experience, Chen Xiao had never heard of such a thing.
"According to legend, the Ghost Origin is born on the Yellow Springs Road, surviving by consuming the lonely souls and wild ghosts along the way. When it becomes powerful enough, it follows the Yellow Springs Road, leaps out of the Ghost Gate, possesses humans, incites their hearts, and wreaks havoc on the mortal world!"
"Huangfu Xiao died unjustly. It seems he was incited by this Ghost Origin to cultivate the demonic path," Chu He sighed, shaking his head.
At this moment, Ye Santong suddenly interjected, "I don't think that's entirely accurate. A Ghost Origin of such immense power is rarely seen. How could it have happened to possess Huangfu Xiao by chance? I believe Huangfu Xiao most likely invited this Ghost Origin to possess him voluntarily, sacrificing his physical body for power… Our Valley Master is right; Huangfu Xiao would do anything to become stronger!"
"Father, what do we do now? If that Ghost Origin leaves the Zhushen Realm through the Gate of World Origin, won't it go out and wreak havoc on the mortal world?" Chu Qingluan asked.
Chu He nodded and sighed again. "Most likely, but we martial artists are powerless against it. Our attacks are ineffective against the Ghost Origin. However, cultivators have special methods, so eliminating the Ghost Origin still relies on their strength."
Chen Xiao agreed with this statement. In reality, it wasn't a special method, but simply overwhelming it with divine sense.
He wondered why the space of this Zhushen Realm had such a strong suppressive effect on divine sense.
If he were outside, Chen Xiao would never have let the Ghost Origin escape just now.
However, compared to the Ghost Origin, Chu He's earlier words had piqued his interest greatly.
"Hall Master Chu, you said the Ghost Origin grows on the Yellow Springs Road. Is this Yellow Springs the one that leads to the River of Forgetfulness? Does it truly exist?"
Hearing Chen Xiao's query, Chu He nodded. "Naturally. The Yellow Springs, the River of Forgetfulness, and even the Bridge of Helplessness are all real. As a poem goes: Yellow Springs Road leads to Forgetfulness, on Forgetfulness lies the Bridge of Helplessness; a sip of soup on the Bridge of Helplessness, and the soup brings eternal oblivion!"
Chen Xiao's forehead was covered in black lines. He thought to himself, let's get back to the main topic. Why is Hall Master Chu reciting poetry now?
"Hall Master Chu, do you know the specific location of the River of Forgetfulness?"
"Uh, as far as I know, the Underworld is actually a medium-thousand world. As for its specific location, I'm not entirely sure, after all, humans and ghosts go separate ways..."
Chen Xiao was still persistent and pressed on, "Is there anyone who knows the specific location of the Underworld?"
"Yes, of course. The ancestors of our ancient martial sects all know where the entrance to the Underworld is." Chu He replied.
Chen Xiao froze for a few seconds, then asked, "The ancestor you're referring to, is it Chu Changqing?"
Now it was Chu He's turn to be stunned. After a few seconds, he asked incredulously, "Mr. Chen, you know our ancestor?"
"We've met once," Chen Xiao replied perfunctorily, then asked again, "Didn't your ancestor die long ago? What's the use of him knowing?"
"No, all the ancestors of our ancient martial sects are alive and well. How could they be dead?" Chu He said, utterly bewildered.
Chen Xiao was even more confused. "Not dead? If not dead, why did he leave a wisp of his remnant soul on the phoenix tree at the bottom of the abyss?"
Chu Qingluan exclaimed happily, "Father, I told you, Mr. Chen must be that peerless genius! He has already seen the divine thought left by our ancestor. Doesn't that prove everything?"
Chu He nodded, completely convinced. "I believed it long ago. Only Mr. Chen is qualified to see the divine thought left by our ancestor."
"Wait!"
Chen Xiao quickly interrupted him. "Why am I getting more and more confused? Wasn't your ancestor a martial artist? How can a martial artist possess divine thought?"
Chu He smiled slightly and said proudly, "Mr. Chen, who says martial artists cannot possess divine thought? As long as they reach the cultivation realm of Martial God, martial artists can also cultivate divine thought!"
"Let me get this straight... So you're saying your Zhushen Hall's ancestor is a Martial God, and he's still alive, is that correct?" Chen Xiao asked with a look of utter bewilderment and disbelief.