Chapter 1521: Shaking the Dao-foundation

It was Jian Changsheng.

Dr. Han’s Kingdom of the Dying had turned Jian Changsheng, who should have been converted into a ghost of the ancient treasury, into an existence between the two, not truly merging into the Ghost Path treasury... However, Chen Ling could see clearly with his Secret Pupil that the soul was still approaching the Ghost Path Dao-foundation bit by bit at an incredibly slow speed.

Once his soul fell into the Ghost Path, he would be truly dead. He wasn't a Ninth-Rank demigod and had no soul backup, so there was no possibility of resurrection.

"Heart!! Plum!!"

When Jian Changsheng’s soul saw the two, his eyes lit up!

Chen Ling didn't hesitate to open his red paper umbrella, and a suction force surged from it. But this only slowed down the speed at which Jian Changsheng was falling into the Ghost Path; it couldn't snatch him back into the umbrella directly.

In the end, Chen Ling was currently only Seventh-Rank. Even if he could influence the soul-driving of those envoys, the Ghost Path Dao-foundation’s control over souls was on a completely different level.

"Heart, what should we do?" Jiang Xiaohua looked at Chen Ling anxiously.

Chen Ling frowned and thought for a moment,

"We have to start with the Ghost Path Dao-foundation. If we can shake the Dao-foundation, even for an instant, I can pull his soul into the umbrella... That way, we can also take a piece of the Dao-foundation fragment while we're at it."

"But this thing is so big, can we shake it?"

"It’s not a question of whether we can." Chen Ling shook his head. "We... must be able to!"

They had entered the Ghost Path’s ancient treasury to collect the Ghost Path’s Dao-foundation fragments. If they couldn't shake the Dao-foundation, not only would they have made the trip for nothing and caused the world-restart plan to fail, but they would also lose Jian Changsheng.

Chen Ling had seen the Dao-foundations of other Divine Paths, but the completeness and strength of the Ghost God Path’s Dao-foundation were far above the others. Shaking it wouldn't be easy... but they had no other choice.

"You think you can shake the Dao-foundation? Wishful thinking." Su Xi, who was on the side, snorted coldly.

The next second, he was howling in pain from Jiang Xiaohua’s curse.

"Go!"

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua charged toward the Dao-foundation simultaneously.

The Ghost Path couldn't just let them shake its foundation. As soon as they stepped into the Temple of the Dead, it had already been preparing... Almost simultaneously, the figure of an envoy in white robes descended from the sky!

Ghost Path Envoy, Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji was also feeling a bit depressed.

He had originally been hunting down Sun Bumian, but not long after that guy stepped into the River of the Underworld, he had lost him... Xiao Ji searched the River of the Underworld for a long time but couldn't find where Sun Bumian was hiding, as if some power had isolated Sun Bumian’s living aura, preventing Xiao Ji from finding him.

This was likely the work of that Divination Path demigod again.

Afterward, he received a warning from the Ghost Path and rushed directly to the Temple of the Dead, where he saw the aggressive Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua...

You want me to stop them both single-handedly?

Me???

Chikou and Liulian hadn't been able to stop Chen Ling, and that Jiang Xiaohua was even walking his colleague like a dog. What right did he, Xiao Ji, have to take on such a heavy responsibility?

But since things had come to this, Xiao Ji had to go up whether he wanted to or not. He reached into the void and grabbed a chain, locking onto a ghost that had been extremely powerful in life, and dragged it to his side.

But before Xiao Ji could activate that person’s Divine Path, a red paper umbrella spun lightly in Chen Ling’s hand, and the suction force pulled the ghost toward the umbrella. For a moment, the two were deadlocked!

The next second, white hair flew before Xiao Ji’s eyes.

Bang——!!

Xiao Ji raised his hand in time and traded a punch head-on with Jiang Xiaohua. Both of them stumbled back several steps.

In that brief gap, the figure in theater robes streaked past them from above like lightning!

Chen Ling gripped his bone-carving knife, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at the Ghost Path Dao-foundation. He focused all his power into his arm and suddenly shouted:

"What are the petty kings and clowns to me? With one sword, I can hold off a million troops!!"

Theater Path Secret Technique, 【Sleeve-Handed Heaven-Parting】!

Boom——!!!

A terrifying aura erupted from Chen Ling. His full-force strike slashed onto the Ghost Path Dao-foundation, and a thunderous explosion echoed throughout the temple!

Under Chen Ling’s full-force strike, the Ghost Path Dao-foundation was barely shaken; there were only a few scratches on its surface. At the same time, a counter-shock force traveled from the hilt, causing Chen Ling to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backward like a cannonball!

As Chen Ling’s figure slammed into the temple wall, billowing dust rose into the air.

Chen Ling stumbled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Ghost Path Dao-foundation with shock.

This Dao-foundation... is it really this hard??

His full-force strike had only left a light scratch on its surface, let alone shaking it.

Conventionally, there were two ways for the Twilight Society to obtain Dao-foundation fragments... First, directly seize the Dao-foundation secret treasure derived from the fragment; second, force a piece off the Divine Path possessor who had received divine favor.

Most of the Twilight Society’s Dao-foundation fragments were obtained through the second method. But the problem was that, except for the envoys, it was almost impossible for anyone to step onto the Ghost God Path, so this method was impossible... As for the Dao-foundation secret treasure, Chen Ling hadn't even seen one since entering the ancient treasury.

Chen Ling had thought about torturing the envoys to ask for the location of the secret treasure, but in the end, they had to find a way to save Jian Changsheng’s soul, so shaking the Dao-foundation was their only choice.

But the difficulty of shaking the Dao-foundation had exceeded Chen Ling’s imagination.

Xiao Ji felt much more relaxed when he saw Chen Ling couldn't shake the Dao-foundation. At the same time, he could feel the Ghost Path establishing a connection with him. As the current sole guardian of the Dao-foundation, the entire ancient treasury was helping him in the dark.

Xiao Ji looked at the ghost on the other end of his chain, which was being held back by the red umbrella. With his confidence surging, he snorted coldly:

"I want to see, how much ability can your broken umbrella have?"

Xiao Ji raised his hand and beckoned into the distance.

The next second,

The vast, surging River of the Underworld actually split off a small tributary, which flowed straight toward this direction!

Although it was only a small tributary, its scale was like a roaring river. Under the guidance of Xiao Ji, or rather the will of the Ghost Path, it poured down from above the divine pillar, directly submerging Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua!

Since the red umbrella was holding back the ghost he was controlling, he would just introduce more ghosts. As chains extended from Xiao Ji’s body and connected to hundreds of ghosts, various Divine Path paths alternated frantically on him!

Xiao Ji waved his hand, and dense embroidery threads blanketed Jiang Xiaohua. The myriad phenomena of the world intertwined among the threads, vivid and lifelike.

Chen Ling was startled. His gaze pierced through the vast sea of ghosts and landed on the ghost Xiao Ji was holding in his hand...

"...Yao Qing?"