Volume 2: The Supreme Lord Chapter 50: Life and Death Battle (Part 1)

  The ninth day of the ninth month is a traditional double ninth festival, because in the "I Ching", six is defined as yin and nine is defined as yang. On the ninth day of the ninth month, both the sun and moon are yang, hence it's called Double Yang Festival.

  Zhang Hao set the date of the trial on September 9th, because the Double Ninth Festival in Tianhuang is also a day to mourn the deceased ancestors. On this day, defeating the wandering Taoist also has the meaning of offering sacrifices to the restless spirits of Hongchenzi and letting them rest in peace.

  Ghost Wishing Abyss is located in the canyon on the north side of Tian Huang, with the flowing water of the Tian Huang Plateau passing through. It is a special place in Tian Huang. After both parties establish a life-and-death agreement here, the Tian Huang Guard will come to preside over the trial by combat. The losing party must die.

  Zhang Hao left the Heavenly Sword Peak without telling Hei Lao San and others that he was going to the Ghost Wishing Abyss for a trial. At the time of his departure, Hei Lao San was carefully tending to the spiritual grass, while Mo Xiaoshi was practicing the True Martial Sword Technique, and the remaining disciples were diligently cultivating.

  Zhang Hao quietly and silently left Tianjian Peak.

  Out of the Red Dust Sword Gate, breathing in the air outside the mountain gate, Zhang Hao looked up to determine the direction, took out the symbol horse from the Qiankun bag and inserted it into the Ling stone, then rode on.

  This time, the speed of the Fu Ma was several times faster than when Zhang Hao first started, because Zhang Hao pressed down on an acceleration wooden cone on the left side of the Fu Ma. The low-level Fu Ma seemed to be a flowing light that quickly traversed the forest and mountain valleys towards Gui Wang Quan.

  Along the way, they met many cultivators who were also rushing to Guiwangquan. These cultivators were disciples from various sects going to Guiwangquan to watch the excitement, as it was rare to have such a trial in this desolate land.

  Many cultivators flocked to Guiwang Yuan from all directions.

  Zhang Hao had long expected this, and before leaving, he had prepared a purple-gold mask. Seeing more and more cultivators around him, Zhang Hao put on the mask and quietly mixed in with them, following many cultivators to the Ghost Wishing Abyss.

  Along the way, Zhang Hao saw all sorts of mounts, but Fu Ma was a relatively common mount in Tian Huang, although they came in different colors and had different symbol arrays built into them.

  Some of the symbols at the tail end have acquired air holes, and when the symbol array is operating, the speed of spiritual energy absorption is extremely fast, and a thread of milky white airflow shoots out, making the symbol horse's speed even faster.

  Some cultivators even added wings to both ends of their flying swords, allowing them to fly temporarily, but this would consume a large amount of spirit stones.

  Half an hour later, Zhang Hao heard the sound of rushing water in the depths of Guiwang Canyon, and a loud rumbling noise came from afar.

  A cultivator looked up at the sky above his head, then took out another spiritual stone and inserted it into the groove of the symbol horse, sighing: "Three second-grade spiritual stones, alas, this would cost more than thirty kilograms of spiritual grains to exchange for!"

  Another cultivator said: "Isn't it about time? There will be a good show soon!"

  Climbing up a steep and narrow slope, the view in front of me suddenly became clear.

  A huge canyon appeared in everyone's sight.

  In the center of the canyon, about three miles away, there is a small island with a circumference of about ten miles. On this island stands a gigantic stone statue over thirty feet high, resembling an evil spirit. Its right hand grasps a small stone the size of an infant, and its ferocious face has a bloodthirsty mouth agape, as if it were about to devour the infant in its hand. The statue's round eyes glare furiously into the distance, towards the direction of the vast canyon.

  This is Gui Wangyuan.

  All the cultivators gathered beside the Cloud Gathering Gorge put away their flying swords and sat down to rest.

  Zhang Hao put away the symbol, looking at the iron chain as thick as two arms on the stone pillar beside the canyon. Under the iron chain was a suspension bridge made of golden silk rope, which connected from the platform of the stone pillar to the platform of Guiwangyan.

  He calmly removed his mask and glanced at the cultivators around him before striding towards Ghost Hope Abyss.

  "Zhang Hao! Zhang Hao of the Red Dust Sword Sect has arrived, look, he's walking towards the Ghost Abyss!"

  "What a magnificent sword!"

  "How come this Taoist priest still hasn't arrived!"

  "Really! The drifting Taoist priest won't run away, will he?"

  Zhang Hao's sudden appearance caused a stir among the crowd, and for a while, there was a flurry of discussion.

  A white robe, a long sword, alone and walked into the Ghost Wailing Abyss, this Hao Ran Sword is indeed not in vain. A young cultivator, holding a folding fan, wearing a green robe, with a green leather hat, dressed as a mundane wine house servant, looked at Zhang Hao who was gradually going far away, whispering to himself.

  A man slightly taller than him beside him looked at the young servant and said in a low voice, "Young master, do you think this Hao Ran sword can win?"

  The young man holding a folding fan looked around and said mysteriously to the man beside him, "Guess!"

  The cultivators who were originally standing around with their ears perked up and listening intently all started cursing in low voices.

  Zhang Hao walked halfway across the suspension bridge when he suddenly saw a virtual shadow gathering in front of him. The shadow wore a golden helmet with bull horns, held a war spear, and wore armor, looking like an ancient demon god.

  Then an ancient voice rang out: "You dare challenge the Seventh Mystic Gate's leader, Piaoyue Dao Ren. Is this true?"

  A surge of murderous intent burst out from the virtual shadow, although it was not intentionally aimed at Zhang Hao, but still made Zhang Hao's heart feel a hint of fear.

  Tian Huang Wei, this... Xiang felt the virtual shadow in front of him, his heart was greatly shocked, and he whispered to himself: "This thing has three similarities with Hong Huang Wei inside Tongtian Tower, but its momentum is much weaker than Hong Huang Wei!" Xiang then hid his figure quietly while whispering to himself.

  Zhang Hao made an effort to steady himself and said loudly: "Not bad!"

  "Only one person can survive entering the Ghost Wailing Abyss, this is the challenge rule of Tian Huang. After entering, only one person can come out from inside, think carefully!" The ancient voice came over again, and the cultivators outside the canyon all fell silent.

  Zhang Hao felt that this ancient voice was like a knife carving marks on his heart, echoing deep within his soul.

  He strode forward with big steps and said without hesitation: "My mind is made up, please let me go!"

  "You're not bad! It's rare to see a cultivator like you in Tian Huang." After saying that, the shadowy figure gradually dispersed.

  Enter the Ghost Wishing Abyss.

  The fierce wind blew over, the Taoist robe fluttered with the wind, as if a battle flag was flying, the dragon on his back emitted a clear and melodious sword hum, buzzing and shaking the scabbard.

  Zhang Hao found that the Heavenly Wasteland Guard was not simple, and the old man of the Heavenly Wasteland had never appeared before. However, the Heavenly Wasteland Guard was extremely similar to the Hongyuan Guard of the ancient era, with combat power that was far from ordinary. There must be something strange about this! Seeing the virtual shadow of the Heavenly Wasteland Guard disappear, Shang asked Zhang Hao again about the doubts in his heart.

  Zhang Hao did not speak, but concentrated his mind and waited patiently, while secretly accumulating momentum.

  Since the appearance of Tian Huang's shadow, all the cultivators in the canyon have fallen silent.

  Until an old man appeared on the suspension bridge, the cultivators in the canyon were stirred up again.

  A man in a grey cloak and white robe, resembling an old man on the decline of life, slowly walked onto the stone bridge. Everything around him seemed to be outside his line of sight. He walked extremely slowly, each step clear and distinct, but when he reached the middle of the suspension bridge, he suddenly transformed into a grey shadow and in the blink of an eye landed on top of the stone statue at Ghost Cliff Abyss.

  The contract is on its way and will be signed successfully in two or three days. Everyone can rest assured to collect and vote, thank you very much.