Eternal Tranquility

The white light came on, and before Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, he felt a weight on his body, and his whole body almost fell to the ground in a smashing manner.

He took two steps forward and stabilized his body. He heard a cry of surprise from behind him, but a Senluo City Yuanying ghost cultivator who was following him also fell out.

Liu Qinghuan stepped aside to avoid being hit, and immediately tried to use his spiritual power, but found that the spiritual power seemed to be solidified and motionless, and his face instantly sank.

The man behind him shouted in panic: "I've been restrained! My magic power can't move!"

"Shut up!" A ghost cultivator who came in first shouted: "There are forbidden laws here, and our magic power has been banned!"

The fallen ghost cultivator got up and looked up to see several strange monks passing by not far away. They looked at them with disdain because of his previous screams. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He reluctantly calmed down and said angrily in a low voice: "Here Why is there a forbidden magic circle? If someone from Qing Ming breaks in, we won't have any power to fight back!"

His companion replied with a hint of impatience: "Since there is a forbidden magic circle, do the people in Qingming have weird bones and can escape the magic power and be banned? Everyone is the same, so don't say anything."

"Yes, I once asked someone about it. It is said that when we from the Netherworld were teleported to the Mingshan Battlefield, we arrived at a place called the Palace of Sinful Qi. This is probably inside the Palace of Sinful Qi."

Liu Qinghuan did not join the conversation between the three of them, but quickly scanned the area.

At this time, they were in a gloomy and brilliant hall. The high dome revealed a ray of dim skylight, which shone on a black bead floating slowly in the air below. A transparent bead could be seen. There was turbid smoke billowing inside.

There are many protruding platforms, stone steps, etc. on the four walls. The ground is still full of bloody formations, and behind them is a black door only as high as a person.

There are more than a dozen such black doors in the entire hall. On each door, the name of the interface is written in the ancient language common to the Nine Nether Realm. For example, the door behind them has the word "Netherworld" written on it.

At this time, people were coming and going in the hall. The black doors lit up from time to time, and monks dressed in different costumes came and went. Most of them looked cold and gloomy, making them look very busy.

But none of the countless low-level ghosts who entered the stone gate with them were seen, and there were only three ghost cultivators from Senluo City left around them.

The four of them are all Nascent Soul stage monks. With such a level of cultivation, they are considered to be at the pinnacle of the world of immortality. They are used to being admired and flattered by others, but now looking at the monks who come and go here , I am afraid those with the lowest cultivation level are all in the Nascent Soul stage, and maybe there is also a Divine Transformation stage among them.

As for a higher realm, he didn't dare to think about it.

Because his magic power was banned, Liu Qinghuan couldn't even sense other people's cultivation. He only felt that his body was heavier than ever before, and he couldn't open storage spaces, storage rings, etc.

This involuntary feeling made him very unhappy. He lowered his eyes and looked at a sapphire spirit ring on his finger, and then moved it to the spirit beast bag on his waist.

The sapphire spiritual ring was Ying Niang's temporary shelter. Ying Niang got tired of staying in the Songxi Cave Heaven Map, so she asked to come out and have a look. He then found a spiritual ring that allowed her to stay inside, but she could see everything outside.

But now that his magic power is banned, I wonder if Ying Niang is also banned in the spiritual ring.

The spirit beast bag around his waist was not tied tightly, leaving a gap.

The gray donkey didn't like staying in the spirit beast bag, but it was sometimes inconvenient for Liu Qinghuan to let him follow him. Before entering the Mingshan battlefield this time, he thought that there might be a time when he needed its help, so he promised him many benefits. It was willing to be aggrieved for a while and stay in the spirit beast bag temporarily, but it was not allowed to close the mouth of the bag, just so that it could come out when it wanted to.

Liu Qinghuan was thinking with his head down when he heard a ghost cultivator ask in a low voice: "Where are our ghost soldiers?"

"It must have been teleported to other places. Although this hall is large, it obviously cannot accommodate so many ghosts. The four of us have reached Yuanying before being teleported here."

Several people looked around calmly, and found it a bit incredible. Everyone entered the same door, and in the end, they could be teleported to two places according to their different cultivation levels.

Speaking of which, although the Netherworld is one of the Nine Netherworlds and Ten Realms, it is the uppermost and most common realm. These people are more knowledgeable than Liu Qinghuan before entering the Netherworld.

"Is this directly depriving us of our right to control? This is too overbearing!"

"Forget it, they are just low-level ghosts, and they are not of much use. Don't forget that this is the Mingshan War Zone, even the Mahayana stage. From now on, we have to live with our tail between our legs."

Several people stood there for a while, but no one came to take care of them. The black door behind them didn't move either. It must be that the low-level ghosts in Senluo City haven't finished teleporting yet.

Liu Qinghuan saw several doors opened at the exit of the hall, and there were two or three people wearing identical black clothes standing next to each door, checking the people coming and going one by one, and there were also people sitting on a high platform not far away. Looking at a monk meditating with his eyes closed.

Outside the door is a dark and wide passage, with a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, filled with ghost troops similar to those guarding the stone gate.

He couldn't help but touch his chin. He was still surprised at how easy it was to get in in the Immortal Mountain Territory, but he didn't expect that it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. It was indeed heavily defended inside.

"The elders asked us to find Miss Hongshang who is familiar with this area after we arrive at the battlefield, so let's talk about it after we go out."

Someone said, taking the lead towards the door.

Liu Qinghuan was not from Senluo City and had no friendship with these three people, so he just followed them silently.

When they arrived at one of the small doors, the monk in charge of the inspection glanced at the four of them and said, "Take out your Jiuyou nameplates."

Jiuyou nameplate?

Several people looked at each other, and a thoughtful ghost cultivator stepped forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "This is our first time entering the Mingshan Battlefield, and many of the rules are not clear, so I would like to ask my friend, what is the Jiuyou Nameplate?"

The man said expressionlessly: "Newcomers, go to the left and register first to get your identity plate."

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw a table in the corner on the left side of the hall.

Several people were helpless, so they thanked him and walked over there again.

There were two people sitting behind the table, one was an old man with a languid expression, and the other was a middle-aged monk, but most of his face seemed to have been burned, leaving dark red flesh kissed by fire, even if he lowered half of his face. Covered by his hair, he still looked terrifying.

It was the ghost cultivator from before who stepped forward and said, "Two fellow Taoists, we came from the Netherworld and entered the Mingshan Battlefield for the first time. I heard that we are here to register and receive a nameplate?"

The middle-aged monk with a ruined face did not look at him. He turned his chin to the side and said, "Stand up."

Liu Qinghuan lowered his head and saw a square platform slightly higher than the ground in the corner.

The ghost cultivator hesitated for a moment, then stood on the upper stage and saw four light pillars shooting out from the four corners of the square platform, intertwining and weaving into a net, and many light strands passed through his body, completely covering him inside.

Several other people were frightened and took a step back. The ghost cultivator also panicked for a moment. He probably didn't realize the danger and calmed down at least.

The middle-aged monk asked: "Name?"

"Oh...Youyou."

The middle-aged monk raised his head, twisted one of his eyebrows that was still intact, and said in a cold tone: "Who asked you for your Taoist name? Your name! Your real name! Your real name recognized by the rules of heaven and earth and the great road!"

His tone was impatient and extremely rude.

The ghost cultivator from Senluo City quickly flashed anger in his eyes and said coldly: "Shi Datong."

With each word he uttered, some of the black strands of light lit up.

The middle-aged monk continued to ask: "Cultivation realm?"

"Later stage of Nascent Soul."

"From which interface?"

"The realm of the Nine Netherworlds, the Netherworld."

"Why did you come to the Mingshan Battlefield?"

"Response to the call from the War Domain and come to fight against the Qingming Domain."

In the middle, every time the ghost cultivator answered a sentence, the strands of light became brighter and slowly merged into one piece.

Soon, the middle-aged monk finished asking. With a wave of his hand, the light net on the square platform was moved to the middle, forming a nameplate the size of a palm, which fell into the hands of the ghost cultivator.

"Next."

It didn't take long for the three ghost cultivators to get their own nameplates. The expressions on their faces became much more relaxed, and they stood aside waiting for Liu Qinghuan.

Although Liu Qinghuan was not from Senluo City, he came in with them. Now that they had arrived at the Mingshan Battlefield for the first time, they felt uneasy and started to form a group mentality.

Liu Qinghuan watched this for a while, knowing that this was just a formality, so he stood on the stage without thinking too much.

The light net rose, and the middle-aged monk still asked: "Name?"

"Liu Qinghuan."

"Cultivation realm?"

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul."

"From which interface?"

"The realm of the Nine Netherworlds, the Netherworld."

At this time, I saw those light filaments suddenly flashing and changing color slightly!

Liu Qinghuan was so surprised that he subconsciously raised his hand to block the situation, and saw the two people behind the table turning their heads.

The three ghost cultivators standing nearby were also surprised and didn't understand what this meant.

The middle-aged monk twitched his face a few times and asked again: "Which interface does it come from?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and vaguely understood where he had gone wrong, so he said: "I came to the battlefield from the Netherworld, but I was born in an interface called Yunmengze."

Unexpectedly, those light filaments flashed again, this time turning directly into blood red!

"What does this mean?" Liu Qinghuan said with a stern face: "Everything I said is true. The reason I made mistakes before was just because I didn't know what your test meant."

The old man who had been silent until now finally spoke: "Yun Mengze? I don't seem to have any memory of which interface this is."

He stretched out his hand a little, and countless light spots appeared out of thin air, converging into a big open book. He could only see his fingers slightly flexing, and the shimmering pages of the book began to turn one by one.

The middle-aged monk said impatiently: "What can I find out? He obviously didn't tell the truth, otherwise the magic circle wouldn't have such a reaction."

"You can't say that. Maybe it's a new small interface? Because the heaven and earth genealogy was not entered, the magic circle decided that he was lying."

"Then it's even more wrong. How could the monks from the small interface come to the Mingshan battlefield? Don't forget, when we negotiated with Qingming, in order to prevent the world from collapsing, those small interfaces were protected, so that They thrive and multiply and do not participate in the Nine Heavens War at all.”

"Didn't he just say that he came from the Netherworld? He probably accidentally fell into the Netherworld through the space passage, and it was only by coincidence that he came here."

Liu Qinghuan tried hard to suppress his anger, and while listening to the conversation between the two, his thoughts were racing.

He knew very well that Yun Mengze was not a new interface, but...

With a thought in his heart, he said: "If this is the case, it may be because Yun Mengze broke away from other interfaces and once belonged to the Wanhu Realm."

As he finished speaking, the threads of light surrounding Liu Qinghuan suddenly curled up and wrapped around his limbs in the blink of an eye, binding him tightly!

The author also wants to write faster and wishes he could write 100,000 words in one day. However, he is busy with work at the end of the year and has to squeeze out time to write after get off work every day. He doesn't even have time for friends to get together for dinner or something. If this continues, after the author finishes writing this book, he can officially be called a otaku...