Chapter 784 - 773: Dong Zhuo’s Military Camp

Where are Lü Buwei, Zhuangzi, Laozi, Mozi, Sima Qian, Ban Gu, Cai Lun, and the others?

This is something Ding Ling finds very difficult to comprehend.

Logically speaking,

the undead are immortal.

Since they are immortal, where are Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Bai Qi, and those people?

Ding Ling flipped through the memories he obtained.

He couldn’t find an answer.

These memory points are all fragmented.

Even though he had acquired many information points from others and combined them to obtain many useful cultivation techniques and knowledge, there were still many gaps in his understanding of the Netherworld.

"Let’s go see Dong Zhuo."

Ding Ling turned to look at this military camp.

There were still many Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals in the camp.

Ding Ling did not pursue them to kill them.

It was pointless.

He killed Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Yuan Shu, and Yuan Shao because they were mortal enemies.

How could Ding Ling allow mortal enemies to grow up?

Now that these important enemies were dead,

Ding Ling naturally would not relentlessly hunt down these ordinary undead.

Whoosh!

Ding Ling stepped out, crossing hundreds of miles quickly.

Along the way,

everything in sight was bleak and desolate.

It compared to the Demon Realm of the Wind and Cloud World.

Only, the Demons in the Demon Realm numbered in the tens of billions!

By comparison, the undead and ghosts in this world were pitifully few, sparsely spread across the Ten Directions Realm.

The only concentration was the hundred thousand elite from the military camp where Yuan Shao once resided.

Elsewhere in the realm, the largest groups were merely a few hundred undead.

In comparison with the scale of the Demon Realm,

this Netherworld was truly vast but sparsely populated!

As he walked along,

Ding Ling sometimes saw some trees, flowers, and grass.

He looked closely at these plants and couldn’t help but marvel silently.

These plants were indeed nourished by Ghost Qi and Soul Qi, rare items that, when picked and used for alchemy, could nourish a person’s soul, allowing it to grow rapidly.

Ding Ling glanced at the flora here, and there were not many.

"I’ll pick them when I return."

The plants here were all illusory and uncertain,

much like a person’s soul spirit.

Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to see these plants at all.

But they truly existed.

"Amazing."

In the Great Thousand Worlds, there is no end to wonders, and this is no exception.

It’s just like how Ding Ling couldn’t understand why Yan Liang and Wen Chou could acquire special secret techniques such as the Meditation Technique, Qi Cultivation Skill, and Ghost Soldier Condensation Technique.

These secret techniques were automatically engraved deep in Yan Liang and Wen Chou’s seas of consciousness when they ascended to the Netherworld; they naturally mastered them.

Perhaps due to their high status before death, Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao obtained intermediate level Meditation Techniques and Qi Cultivation Skills, which were higher than the basic ones others received.

But strangely,

Ding Ling, who was of higher status and power than Yuan Shu and the others,

did not receive any techniques upon arriving in the Netherworld.

"Could there possibly be some secret or trick involved?"

Ding Ling couldn’t figure it out, so he sped up his journey.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Ding Ling rode on the sword light like a meteor cutting across the sky.

Not long after,

Ding Ling had traveled more than ten thousand miles, arriving at the entrance of a military camp in the Western Region.

Perhaps it was a time for rest.

The general guarding the camp was leaning against a pillar, asleep, and he was also a familiar face to Ding Ling: Hu Zhen!

A general Ding Ling had killed in his early days during a cavalry charge on an enemy camp.

He didn’t call Hu Zhen’s name.

He simply walked forward and pointed at his forehead.

In the next instant,

Hu Zhen fell dead to the ground silently.

The Sword Realm enveloped his soul body, starting to strip away his stream of consciousness.

About thirty percent was stripped away.

The other seventy percent merged into the world.

[Array-Breaking Spear Skill Full Level]

He learned several secret techniques.

Among them were Qi Cultivation Skills and Meditation Techniques identical to those he had acquired before.

"So they really are gifts from the Netherworld... Could it be because I didn’t die, so there was no gift?"

Ding Ling pondered.

At that moment, someone finally noticed Ding Ling’s presence - it was Hao Meng!

This was another valiant general Ding Ling had killed early on. Upon seeing him, Hao Meng was first stunned, then shouted in disbelief:

"You, you, you—you’re dead too?!"

After his shock, a wave of delight washed over him, and he laughed heartily:

"Hahaha, there’s a path to heaven, you didn’t take it; you barged into the gate of hell. Ding Ling, oh Ding Ling! I never thought I’d see you here!"

He roared:

"Cao Xing, Song Xian, Wei Xu..." He called out several names: "Quickly come out! Join me in killing this beast Ding Ling. We..."

Poof!

Before Hao Meng could finish, Ding Ling swiftly approached and beheaded him with a single sword strike.

Bang!

Hao Meng’s head dropped to the ground, rolled a few times, and suddenly shattered, dissipating into a mist—streams of consciousness.

Ding Ling’s Sword Realm enveloped it, starting to separate memories.

Meanwhile,

rumble!

From the camp, hundreds surged out.

Leading them were familiar faces of Ding Ling: Cao Xing, Song Xian, Wei Xu, Guo Si...

When they saw Ding Ling, their expressions and reactions were almost identical to those of Yuan Yao and Lei Bo.

First disbelief, then wild joy, followed by lethal intent; they charged at Ding Ling with weapons in hand like bolts of lightning.

They hadn’t seen Ding Ling kill Hao Meng and Hu Zhen.

If they had,

there’s no way they could’ve been so reckless and rushed to attack Ding Ling.

"Mountain Opening Saber Technique!"

Song Xian, towering at nine feet, mighty and fierce, wielded a Mountain-Opening Saber, running the fastest. When he was still seven or eight meters away from Ding Ling, he couldn’t hold back and leaped into the air, soaring over ten meters high. In mid-air, he grasped his saber with both hands and swung down hard over Ding Ling’s head:

"Hahaha, Ding Ling, you wretched beast! You’re finally dead! I, the General, will obliterate you! Die for me!"

Crash!

With a single strike, his explosive Vigorous Qi gathered to form a mighty saber that seemed capable of cleaving mountains and earth.

Following closely, Wei Xu and others also displayed their divine techniques.

In an instant,

they filled the void with blades, arrows, and sweeping sword qi, akin to meteor showers, hurtling towards Ding Ling as if to crush him to dust and utterly annihilate him.

None could wait.

As if acting slowly would leave their vengeance unfulfilled.

Ding Ling shook his head, brandishing his Ghost Sword with a clang!

Breaking Sword Skill!

With one stroke, a torrent of sword qi was born, filled with Spiritual Qi. It moved with the rotation of the blade, agile like a dragon or python, flipping and soaring in the void, shattering Song Xian’s saber light. Then it opened its mouth and devoured the sword qi and arrow rain.

Whatever lay in its path, nothing could stand before it.

In mere moments, it reached Song Xian and the others, boom!

In their shocked, disbelieving eyes, this single sword engulfed, pierced, and obliterated them all.