Honghuang: I am the Chaos Pearl, and Hongjun is nothing.

They wandered around the market aimlessly, searching for items that might be useful and taking in the atmosphere of this special market.

Lin Yu's eyes swept across the stalls, and his gaze focused on one stall.

It was a small stall illuminated by spiritual fire. The stall owner was a skinny ghost with a strange face. There was an old book on his stall, which made Lin Yu's heart beat. So he bought it directly. When Lin Yu walked out of the market, he felt much more relaxed.

He successfully exchanged several extra magic weapons for some precious ghost cultivation magic weapons. These magic weapons were filled with heavy death energy, but were also extremely powerful.

Back on the ship, he went into the cabin alone.

This place is full of the passage of Lin Yu's magic weapon space, and the spiritual power is surging and flowing. He sat down and began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to communicate with the magic weapon space. In the magic weapon space, there is a world with a different world.

On the one hand, this place is full of ghostly aura, with ghosts floating around, appearing and disappearing, as if telling people stories of their previous lives.

On the other hand, it is full of vitality. Immortals are practicing here. Everyone looks focused, their eyes full of expectations for the future.

In a corner of the space, the magical tools for practicing ghost cultivation that had just been obtained had been neatly arranged. They emitted a cold aura, like a group of sleeping evil ghosts.

Some of the immortals in the magic weapon space have begun to practice the ghost way. Each of them is pale, but full of determination, as if they want to challenge death with their own perseverance.

Lin Yu looked at everything in the magic weapon space, his heart full of anticipation.

Although he does not have as many immortals as Fairy Qinluo, he firmly believes that as long as each of them practices hard, they will be able to create their own miracles.

Such thoughts filled Lin Yu's heart with expectations, and he was full of confidence in his future.

He knew that as long as he kept working hard and persisted, he would be able to achieve his goals and realize his dreams.

Lin Yu looked at the immortal Lin Yu in the magic weapon space, his eyes full of admiration. Although the immortal Lin Yu's cultivation was not high, only in the early stage of earthly immortal, his talent was amazing enough.

He had only been practicing the ghost way for a short period of time, but he had already successfully advanced to the early stage of True Immortal. Such a speed of practice was amazing.

Lin Yu was pleased with the outstanding performance of Lin Yuxianren. He saw his own shadow in the past. It was also with his stubbornness and determination that he successfully broke through many difficulties and reached his current situation.

He knew that if Immortal Lin Yu continued to practice like this, he would definitely be able to go further on the path of ghost cultivation.

Therefore, Lin Yu did not hesitate to give his treasures to the immortal Lin Yu, and he rewarded him with many rare magic weapons and cultivation resources.

These were all exchanged from those ghost cultivators, and some were even elixirs he made himself. He hoped that these treasures could help Lin Yuxian go further on the path of cultivation and reach a higher level. Lin Yu's generosity moved Lin Yuxian deeply.

He didn't expect that his efforts would be recognized by Lin Yu in this way. He thanked Lin Yu for the reward and was even more grateful for his recognition.

From then on, Immortal Lin Yu practiced even harder, and his realm improved rapidly, even Lin Yu was amazed by it.

Behind the market is a spooky mountain.

This high mountain named Netherworld Mountain is shrouded in layers of heavy yin energy, like a ghost town in the air, eerie and hazy.

The pale moonlight shining on the mountains makes them seem even more ghostly and mysterious, so chilling that it makes one's heart chill.

The mountain path is winding and tortuous, as if it contains some kind of mysterious spell. Every step forward feels like bearing a thousand pounds of pressure.

However, Lin Yu easily climbed up the hundred steps. Looking at the shocked people below, he smiled slightly and prepared to continue climbing.

However, as he climbed deeper, Lin Yu began to feel a pressure. It was not gravity, but a seemingly invisible but extremely strong sense of oppression, as if countless invisible arms were trying to hold him back.

As Lin Yu continued to climb, strange things happened one after another.

He encountered all kinds of monsters, some with fangs, some with eyes all over their bodies, and some with bloody mouths and hideous faces.

These monsters are all gloomy and ugly. They seem to be the guardians of this dark mountain, showing extreme hostility and aggressiveness towards any creature attempting to climb it.

However, they were facing Lin Yu.

Although these monsters are very aggressive, they are like paper tigers in front of Lin Yu. Whether it is the Star Mirror or the Dragon Bone Sword in Lin Yu's hand, he can easily defeat these monsters.

Every battle seemed to further verify Lin Yu's strength. No matter what kind of enemy he faced, he could deal with it easily and advance all the way.

However, Lin Yu's climb was not over yet. He knew that more challenges were waiting for him. At this moment, a strange monster appeared.

The figure of the Ghost King in the middle of the night was like a dream, like a ghost in the middle of the night. With a sneer, countless black halos rushed towards Lin Yu. Each halo was like a black hole, as if to swallow up all the light and all the vitality.

"Late Night Ghost King, I didn't expect that we would meet again."

Lin Yu looked at the old enemy in front of him who surprised him and said softly.

The Ghost King seemed to have heard Lin Yu's words, and his laughter became even colder, "Lin Yu, I didn't expect you still remember me. This time, you don't have Fairy Qinluo to protect you!"

Lin Yu held the dragon bone sword in his hand. His eyes did not change because of the words of the Late Night Ghost King. He was still so calm, as if the Late Night (mamma) Ghost King was just an insignificant challenge in his eyes.

However, Lin Yu soon felt the power of the Late Night Ghost King.

His attacks seemed to come from the endless night. Each attack contained unfathomable ghostly intent, and the attacks were extremely strange. Sometimes they suddenly disappeared, and sometimes they suddenly appeared, catching Lin Yu off guard.

Lin Yu frowned. He had never thought that this former enemy could have such a high level of strength.

He felt his breath was a little disordered. The attack of the Late Night Ghost King was like an invisible hand, squeezing his breath and making him feel under great pressure.

However, Lin Yu was not afraid of this. He knew that he had to persevere because this was the path he had chosen. No matter what difficulties lay ahead, he would overcome them one by one.

So, he took a deep breath, gathered all his mental strength, and prepared to face the next round of attack from the Late Night Ghost King.