Chapter 1652 - 1466: Unite a Hundred Bodies as One

Ye Guichen gazed at the distant, ethereal Holy Temple, hesitating whether to proceed.

The dangers of the Holy Temple surely far exceeded imagination.

However, the Holy Temple must be entered.

In the mist, Ye Guichen vaguely saw countless figures moving, some ghostly, some human.

It was needless to wonder; those must be the ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators entrenched on Netherworld Mountain.

The numbers were so great that Ye Guichen knew, even if he had three heads and six arms, it would be hard to kill them all.

Since the path had been cleared, he could bring the million-strong army up.

"Go, inform everyone to attack!"

Ye Guichen summoned Gui Yi and gave the order.

Gui Yi flashed and swiftly retreated.

Soon, the million-strong army waiting by the black river received the order, each one resembling a fierce wolf, and surged towards Netherworld Mountain along the Ascension Steps.

The originally spacious Ascension Steps suddenly became crowded.

"Here they come!"

Atop Netherworld Mountain, Young Master Haotian was already waiting for Ye Guichen's forces to make a move.

A million souls could serve as a sacrifice for the hidden Demon Saint.

"Haha, well done! They've finally arrived!" Haotian ordered, "All corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators, go fight!"

Just as the million-strong army behind Ye Guichen reached the center of the bridge over the black river, the fog outside Netherworld Mountain suddenly dispersed.

Thousands of ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators frantically rushed out, charging towards Ye Guichen.

"It seems you've been impatient all along." Ye Guichen's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Then taste my thousand swords!"

Ye Guichen beckoned with his hand, and a thousand swords behind him shot forward.

Ever since reaching the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, Ye Guichen could finally control a thousand swords simultaneously.

The release of the thousand swords created an extremely shocking scene.

A dense array of treasure swords appeared behind Ye Guichen.

Each emitted a cold killing aura.

Ye Guichen himself wielded the Immortal Slayer Sword, fiercely swinging it, "Kill!"

With those words, Ye Guichen charged into the ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators.

Holy Saint, Ghost King, Little Black, Gui Yi, and the Earthly Branches Twelve Puppets also encircled Ye Guichen protectively.

The thousand swords, like reapers, began harvesting the lives of the ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators.

Ye Guichen's terrifying methods left even Haotian somewhat dumbfounded.

Seeing Ye Guichen's fierce prowess, the cultivators behind him were also greatly boosted in morale, and charged forward wildly.

The battle became a world-turning frenzy.

In the turbulent black river, corpses continuously fell, and as they plunged into the river, they turned to nothing, becoming part of the black river.

This great battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The skies and earth darkened.

But with the monstrous presence of Ye Guichen leading, the corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators couldn't hold on and began to retreat.

"Young Master, we're barely holding on!"

The Corpse Master and Ghost Lady rushed to Haotian, trembling and exclaimed.

Haotian, however, remained calm: "Barely holding on? Hmph, what are the two of you doing?"

"We...," The Corpse Master and Ghost Lady exchanged glances, "Young Master, do you have any trump cards left?"

They naturally didn't want to sacrifice themselves for Haotian.

Just hoping Haotian still had a trump card.

However, Haotian seemed disinclined to act further, snorted coldly: "If those people attack Netherworld Mountain, neither of you need to live."

The Corpse Master and Ghost Lady's pupils slightly contracted at his words, and they had no choice but to retreat obediently.

Ye Guichen stood alone, having fought fiercely for three days and nights, crossing the bridge over the black river, soon to set foot on Netherworld Mountain.

Suddenly, two figures appeared before him.

A man and a woman.

The man looked lewd, while the woman had a voluptuous figure, like a devil.

"You must be Ye Guichen?" The Corpse Master and Ghost Lady gazed at Ye Guichen, their tone condescending.

They had only heard tales of Ye Guichen, never seen him.

Ye Guichen also looked at them: "Who are you?"

"I am the Corpse Master!" The Corpse Master shook a wooden stick in his hand, "Today, you dare invade my Netherworld Mountain, surrender swiftly or perish under my Corpse Chasing Stick."

The Ghost Lady also held out a book: "Indeed, surrender and spare your life; otherwise, you'll be recorded within my Ten Thousand Ghosts Record."

Ye Guichen looked at them, and faintly smiled: "Are you going to fight with all that talk?"

"Arrogant!"

The Corpse Master knowing Ye Guichen was formidable, didn't dare to take chances, and directly said to the Ghost Lady: "Let's attack together and capture him for the Young Master."

"Alright!"

The Ghost Lady agreed, opened the Ten Thousand Ghosts Record, tore off a sheet, and threw it towards Ye Guichen.

Instantly, the sheet transformed into countless fierce ghosts.

The fierce ghosts initially were human-sized but swelled with the wind, growing to be over tens of meters high.

"Wooo!"

The fierce ghosts emitted a penetrating sound, frightening the human cultivators into retreat.

"What, what is that?"

"Ghosts? Oh god, why are there so many ghosts?"

"Won't they eat people?"

In an instant, even though those were human cultivators, they had an innate fear of ghostly things.

Most quickly retreated.

Ye Guichen faintly smiled: "Such petty tricks, and you want to fight me?"

He was just lamenting the lack of materials for refining the Jiuyou flame.

Ye Guichen didn't waste words, directly summoned the Jiuyou Tower.

As soon as the Jiuyou Tower appeared, the towering fierce ghosts seemed to encounter their nemesis, turning to flee, but could they escape?

In the blink of an eye, they were sucked into the Jiuyou Tower.

"This, how is this possible!"

The Ghost Lady's pupils contracted, shocked, and burned another sheet, blowing in the wind.

The sheet burned to ash, instantly transforming into a hundred beasts formed from Yin Souls.