Chapter 109: The Six Paths of Reincarnation

  Suddenly, a head protruded from the rock wall with an indifferent tone, saying a single word that lacked any imposing aura. Yet, it was filled with an eerie atmosphere, much like hearing someone call out to you in the dead of night, in a place so dark it seemed to have no end. Even cultivators felt their heart rate quicken at this feeling.

  "Who are you?" The old man who had just spoken said in a tone of utter astonishment. His voice was no longer the same as before, but rather trembling with endless fear.

  "I am the one who has come to take your lives." Sun Ming said, and then walked out from the mountain wall. Still in the form of Ming Xin Lao Dao. Although with white hair and a youthful face, with an immortal aura and a Taoist demeanor. But now it brings endless fear and unease to the people in front of him.

  "Hmph. Arrogant fool. A mere individual dares to utter such grandiose words. I, the poor Taoist, have had enough of your nonsense." The Taoist cultivator standing beside the tall man from the Qixiu Alliance sneered. Sun Ming's eyebrows furrowed upon hearing this.

  "I, Lao Fu, do not wish to conflict with other sects of the Cultivation World. This time I have come solely for the sake of the Alliance of Artifact Refiners. I hope that fellow cultivators will not intervene, lest any harm befall me and you all blame this old man." Sun Ming pretended to be the Enlightened True Person, stroking his white beard with a hint of ferocity in his eyes as he gazed at the crowd of powerful cultivators before him.

  It's strange to say. Although Sun Ming's cultivation is only between himself and Bo, these cultivators feel a sense of powerlessness, a kind of fear, as if they can't even fight Sun Ming at all. Even the cultivator who just spoke looked embarrassed, with a hesitant expression on his face.

  The old man's face from the Instrument Repair Alliance was twisted in expression. After all, since the Instrument Spirit Sect was destroyed by the Holy Alliance and the Instrument Repair Alliance together, he had never been threatened like this before. In these days, no matter which planet he went to, as long as he revealed his identity as an instrument master, he would receive respect and hospitality. The phrase "life-threatening" that was not inferior to himself actually appeared on his own body. This made the old man extremely angry, and finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, shouting in a furious tone.

  "Hmph. I'm in charge here. Who can kill this madman? I guarantee that our Alchemist Union's master craftsmen will forge a Spirit-grade treasure for him."

  The old man's words were like a stimulant to these cultivators. The eyes of these cultivators from different sects seemed to be burning with fierce flames. Their gazes at Sun Ming had changed, from the initial fear to naked greed.

  Although the cultivators who reached the fusion stage in the cultivation world were not necessarily extraordinary masters. However, all of them were old sly foxes. Nobody wanted to be the first to take the risk. Although they really wanted that complete set of spiritual-level treasures, after all, Sun Ming's aura still lingered, and they remembered it clearly. As a result, a strange scene emerged. The greedy cultivators, with a glint in their eyes, did not make any substantial moves for the complete set of spiritual-level treasures. Everyone looked at each other, sizing each other up.

  "A group of hypocrites. If you want the treasure, you should put in some effort. They're all just petty people looking for a free ride. Today, I'll see what kind of skills these arrogant fools have."

  Finally, the first person who couldn't bear it appeared. Sun Ming smiled and this group was actually the guy who had just spent 10 yuan on purple ironware. Although he was very unwilling to fight him, but there was really no way out. If he killed the chicken, his emotions would be out of control.

  "Digging mines isn't something you ordinary cultivators should be doing. Remember, next life don't become a miner again." Sun Ming sighed silently in his heart as he looked at the cultivator swinging the pickaxe.

  A golden light mixed with silk dragon hummed out of Sun Ming's hand. Time seemed to be frozen. The cultivator who was waving the flying sword remained still in that posture. The treasure in his hand, several flying swords, shone brightly. The purple light on the mountain wall reflected onto the flying swords. The two lights intertwined and became even more beautiful and unusual.

  "Director Hanfeng, Director Hanfeng?" The elder of the Qixiu Alliance finally sensed that something was amiss and shouted at Director Hanfeng who was standing there.

  Sun Ming withdrew the Golden Dragon Scissors from his hand, feeling quite satisfied. It seemed that the Qinglong Clan's cultivation method was indeed suitable for Jiaolong to cultivate. Not much time had passed, yet the power of the Golden Dragon Scissors had increased so much. They could instantly kill cultivators in the Combined Body Period. Although it was only the initial stage, it was still quite impressive. After all, it was extremely rare for a cultivator in the Combined Body Period to be instantly killed.

  After shouting without getting any reaction, the elder of the repair union finally knew that something was wrong. He immediately walked to Han Fengzi's side.

  "The cold wind child is dead. What's going on?" The elder of the Qixiu Alliance pushed the cold wind child and said, but his words were cut off halfway. Because under his push, the cold wind child did not get up, but instead his body broke into two halves from the dantian area. Fresh blood splattered onto the face of this elder of the Qixiu Alliance with a loud "plop".

  "What have you done, you demon?" The voice was somewhat hysterical. After all, a master craftsman who had been treated with respect and courtesy, had truly seen blood in the traditional sense of being a master craftsman, but there were only a few. Obviously, this one hadn't seen blood before. Fresh blood had already shattered his spirit.

  "I'm going to kill you." The old man suddenly pulled out a long whip-like treasure from his storage treasure. The treasure grew as soon as it saw the wind. In no time, it filled the entire mine. Good.

  The cave is still quite large after filling up with so many green threads. It doesn't feel crowded at all.

  Those green threads moved slowly towards Sun Mingfei under the old man's control, like living things. They were densely packed and made Sun's stomach feel a bit uncomfortable.

  "You're the Qixiu Alliance, truly a major cancer in the Cultivation Realm. Every single strand of Qing silk actually contains a vengeful spirit. The number of Qing silks has clearly exceeded a thousand... and yet, as an organization under the Holy Alliance, you've done something so heinous and unjust. Sun Ming's words caused the old man, who had already fallen into a state of madness, to suddenly break out in dense, pearl-like sweat on his forehead."

  "You murderer, stop talking nonsense. This thing was refined by us using the Xuanmen Dao method. Where did this vengeful spirit come from?" The old man's sophistry clearly deceived most of the cultivators present. Because these cultivators were not very familiar with this kind of refining technique. And the Instrument Refining Union was one of the more powerful forces in the cultivation world. Moreover, there was Yu Ren. So, most people did not believe Sun Ming's words.

  "Hmph. It seems that being despicable and shameless is a compulsory course for the Instrument Repair Union, from old to young. The lies you tell are more and more outrageous. Today, I will let the various sects of the True Realm see the face of your Instrument Repair Union." Sun Ming said, his body surface appearing with that trademark-like purple flame. The raging flames seemed to be saying something, as if they wanted to sweep away all the injustices of time.

  Finally, a strand of green silk was restrained by the overwhelming force. However, it still fell onto Sun Ming's body. The purple flames ignited along the green silk. Slowly, like dominoes, in the blink of an eye, almost all the green silk was burning. Sun Ming waved his hands with the seal imprint, and a faint light appeared from his hands, reverberating within the cave.

  "What is this? What is this? This is a ghost!" One of the cultivators with relatively good eyesight discovered and pointed out the difference in front of them. Under Sun Ming's spell, one by one, the ghosts slowly appeared before everyone's eyes. There were big ones and small ones, males and females, even several children. These ghosts slowly moved closer to the front of Sun Ming's hands. Finally, when all the ghosts had gathered together, the land in front of Sun Ming changed its appearance.

  A strange, unchanging aura spread out from the cave. The source of this aura was the changing land in front of Sun Ming's eyes. Six circles of light of varying sizes appeared before the ghosts. Each circle was hazy and it was impossible to see what was inside. However, some cultivators on the scene felt that their souls were becoming unstable, as if they wanted to fly out. They all sensed six different auras from the six circles, including those of animals, humans, and ghostly objects. It seemed as though the six circles represented six different worlds.

  But that's not all, something even more astonishing happened. The thousands of ghosts that had slowly gathered in front of Sun Ming suddenly all bowed down to him in unison. And the six light circles that kept changing also seemed like bottomless pits. After absorbing so many ghosts, they didn't show any signs of being full.

  Sun Ming slowly waved his hand. The six light circles seemed to have never appeared before, disappearing from everyone's eyes. The cave was still the same cave. That kind of eerie breath also disappeared.

  A faint yellow light that was invisible to the naked eye descended from the top of the cave and merged into Sun Ming's body.

  "Huh?" Sun Ming's mind was filled with doubt. If he remembered correctly, this should be the legendary Deed of Light. Although this Deed of Light was only a fraction of what was on his wrist, Sun Ming could indeed feel it. This was indeed the Deed of Light.

  "Who would have thought that the Six Paths of Reincarnation would be activated. The vengeful spirit who died unjustly actually received the light of merit. Master Kai's words about doing good deeds were indeed correct. Unfortunately, Master is no more." Sun Ming sighed silently in his heart.

  The three realms and six paths are the most mysterious places. Although they are usually busy, they all do their own things without making any noise. Today, however, they changed a habit that had lasted for nearly a thousand years.

  "Your Ladyship, I have just received a group of nearly two thousand souls. These souls are not those who died normally, but were refined into treasures by the cultivators. By reason, these souls should have remained in the mortal realm as lonely ghosts. However, today they were sent into the Six Paths Reincarnation Space. Although I tried my best to salvage them, they all ended up being reincarnated. According to my observation, it seems that a powerful immortal with great divine powers forcibly opened the Six Paths Reincarnation and sent these souls here for reincarnation. But what puzzles me is that we have an agreement with the Immortal Realm, so why would an immortal force these souls into reincarnation? Are they not afraid of being blamed by His Majesty the Emperor?" a voice said.

  "Go down. This matter, I know about it. He was detected by me as soon as he opened the Six Paths of Reincarnation space. Hmph. Who would have thought that those twelve old men would actually allow the heavenly realm's mantra to flow into the cultivation world? It seems like there will be a good show to watch." A woman's voice said faintly. If Sun Ming were to see this, he would definitely be shocked to the extreme. Because this woman was none other than Hou Tu Niang Niang, the later earth goddess who was transformed from the twelve ancestral witches' bodies into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

  Long live the motherland