Chapter 247: Traversing the Ocean of Blood (1/2)

“What?!” Lu Yun’s expression clouded over.

The girl in white—the true form of the vicious ghost—had gone up in flames to form the spark of hope that resurrected the Dao Flower. Because of that, the ghost should’ve completely disappeared, along with its endless grudges. The ghost Mo Qitian had seen couldn’t have been her.

An akasha ghost? Lu Yun’s brows knit together tightly. That would be very troubling if true. He wasn’t sure if he could compel the two powerful beings in hell to deal with it.

“I’ll go check!” Outside the path, he could see only the monsters materialized by the coiled mountains. The area before the bronze door was covered by a layer of persistent mist, which prevented him from taking a good look.

“We’ll go with you.” Wu Tulong came up to his side. “The path of cultivation hasn’t been repaired yet, and the power of the Dao Flower remains on us. With its protection, nothing but the thing that severed the path itself can hurt us.”

“He’s right.” Qing Han nodded. “The spirits can’t hurt us at all, unless someone destroys the Dao Flowers. In fact, the flowers will counter the spirits and kill even akasha ghosts.”

“Alright then, we’ll go together!” Lu Yun agreed immediately.

Destroy the Dao Flowers? No immortals at present could do that, nor could the akasha ghosts. If the thing that’d shattered the path of cultivation and withered the Dao Flower descended, its mere presence would render all of them into ashes.

Mo Qitian was reluctant; being possessed by the vicious ghost had greatly traumatized him. However, there was no backing down now. The five of them exited the chamber and took the winding path under the guidance of the luopan’s light.

As soon as they set foot on the path, their surroundings shifted drastically. Previously well-lit by the compass’ golden light, a dark haze blanketed the scene.

Sinister, disorienting mist enveloped them while ghosts and spirits wailed from the depths. It felt as if they’d ventured into a land of the dead. Shadows flashed through the mist, bodies and ghosts flickered in and out of existence. The only thing they could see clearly was the bronze door at the end of the path.

A ghost in white with a ripped mouth and bloody eye sockets stood by the door, its empty eye sockets fixed on the five of them.

It defied logic that the path should be obscured by a mist so thick that they could barely see more than a few steps ahead, yet the bronze door and the ghost at the end of the path remained clearly visible to the eye. They were a signpost, enabling the group to find their way despite the limited visibility.

Qing Han, Wu Tulong, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian surrounded Lu Yun. The images of Dao Flowers blossomed over them and drove away the mist, dispelling the ghosts and corpses within as well.

The flower’s more useful than hellfire. Lu Yun shrugged.

Here, there was no malice or rancor, so the ghosts and corpses weren’t as invincible. He could’ve destroyed them all with a tongue of hellfire, but the Dao Flower had driven them away before he could.

The ghost in white remained by the door, silently watching them.

“Who are you?” Lu Yun demanded.

The rest kept some distance from the ghost, despite the protection of the flowers. Lu Yun had said the white ghost was the heart of the four coiled mountains and could tap into the traps’ fullest power.