Chapter 1152: The True Ghost Ancestor (2/2)

The four sharp swords bit deeply into the abysses, discharging a destructive power that began to dismantle their targets.

“Set!” the voice rang out again. The powers of earth, air, fire, and water surged over the four arms and fixed the crumbling abysses into place. A gigantic ghost face probed out of the void and coolly regarded Ge Long on top of Mount Vastspace.

“Ghost Ancestor,” Ge Long breathed when he saw the face that was laughing and crying at the same time.

How could it be the ghost ancestor?! Lu Yun and Qing Yu were suppressing it in Witherdew Major, but here it was! And with the power of the four origins—or rather, the four elements.

Though the ghost ancestor had only shown four arms, Ge Long could still see its true form. It had four heads and eight arms—the appearance of an origin divine.

This was incredibly shocking and alarming! What was the ghost ancestor? Did the origin divine come from the four origin sacred lands or this ghost ancestor?

The moment the ghost ancestor appeared, it somehow calmed the agitating energy of the worlds and all returned to what it was before. The energy no longer attacked the four arms, clearing the way for an enormous shadow to slowly appear in the sky.

The ghost ancestor’s face was both crying and laughing at the same time—like an akasha ghost. Its body possessed four heads and eight arms—like an origin divine. Part of its body existed over each of the four great oceans, one with a singular head and two arms. The four parts combined made for the four-headed and eight-armed body of an origin divine.

There was only one ghost ancestor, but it was simultaneously appearing over all four oceans. This indicated that it existed outside the confines of the world of immortals, and that the world was just a plaything in its hands.

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Back in Witherdew Major, the sealed away ghost ancestor leered uncannily before its body slowly faded away.

“Did we fall for a trap?” Qing Yu smiled with resignation at Lu Yun.

“It was always just a replica in the world of immortals.” Lu Yun lifted his head to look in the direction of the North Sea. The ghost ancestor was now the size of all thirty-three facets, so large that it blotted out the sun.

“Its true goal here was just to absorb the essence of the worlds so that it could become one of us. That way, its true self wouldn’t be attacked when it entered the world of immortals.” Lu Yun stroked his chin. “But thanks to our seal, it fell just a little short of its goal. It could only send another replica instead of its real body, one that was an immortal lord.

“What cultivation realm is it, really? The legends of the chaos say that the ghost ancestor acts as the vanguard of the sacred lands to repay its debt of gratitude. But it looks like this isn’t the case.”

Lu Yun had asked around the chaos to glean more information about the ghost ancestor, and most reacted with a certain degree of contempt once they heard the name. But it was now marching on the world of immortals with the cultivation level of a creator and had somehow projected an immortal lord replica. That could only mean that its true body was even stronger.

“Whatever its cultivation level is, there is only one path ahead for him after entering the world of immortals—death!” Lu Yun stared fixedly at the ghost ancestor’s contradictory face and materialized a brush in his hand.

This brush had been in Qing Han’s possession ever since she became an akasha ghost. Now that she’d returned to her true self, the brush ended up in Lu Yun’s hands instead.

The purest strength of ghostly power brimmed in the brush, so potent that even Lu Yun treated it with trepidation. This thing didn’t hail from the chaos, it absolutely came from the third realm. Perhaps it was what had drawn the ghost ancestor into what it was now.