Outside the Nether Capital.

A million miles away, there is a towering mountain peak that pierces the clouds.

The vast ghostly qi surges, forming a black pillar that connects to the pinnacle of the netherworld, emanating a terrifying aura, making the passing ghost soldiers show respect.

"This farce should end now!"

At the peak of the mountain, a ghostly powerhouse clad in black and gold-embroidered robes, with dark complexion and scarlet eyes, towering a hundred feet high, sits on the throne, overlooking the distant battlefield, muttering to himself.

He is the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge!

The chaos below the mountain has its roots in twenty years ago.

On that day, he sensed someone in his territory breaking through to the Daluo Golden Immortal, and thus sent an Immortal King and ten Daluo Golden Immortals to subdue it.

It seemed like a sure thing, but half a year later, all the emissaries he sent were annihilated.

How could this be?

A mere Daluo Golden Immortal dared to rise up against him, kill his emissaries—it's a death wish!

Thus, he dispatched an Immortal Emperor, three Immortal Kings, and thirty Daluo Golden Immortals to kill the culprit and lay waste to hundreds of kilometers of territory.

Yet the result was the death of the Immortal King, the souls of the Daluo Golden Immortals scattered, and only the Immortal Emperor barely survived to report back, saying that Jiang Ziwen had rebelled and now ruled over hundreds of superior ghost cities.

Upon hearing the news, the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge was dumbfounded.

A single superior ghost city can oversee a hundred medium-sized ghost cities!

And a medium-sized ghost city can govern a hundred smaller ghost cities!

In other words, Jiang Ziwen had silently taken over a million ghost cities!

If it were just a million ghost cities falling, he might not care, as he had a hundred thousand superior ghost cities under his command—a million ghost cities were just a drop in the ocean.

In a battle, perhaps, the number of ghost cities destroyed would exceed a million.

What truly caught his attention was the method Jiang Ziwen used to silently seize a million ghost cities.

To uncover the reason, the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge mobilized billions of troops to attack the Nether Capital.

Upon learning of the attack from Ghost Ridge Mountain, Jiang Ziwen was undeterred, gathering the strong from a million ghost cities, forcibly enslaving them with "The Sutra of Ghost Control" to form a suicide squad to block the assault.

During this period, Jiang Ziwen considered using "The Sutra of Ghost Control" to enslave the high ranks of Ghost Ridge Mountain.

However, during the casting process, he discovered a fatal problem: as long as one's cultivation exceeded Daluo Golden Immortal, they were no longer controlled by "The Sutra of Ghost Control."

Thus, both sides fell into battle!

It has continued to this day.

The result of the battle was Jiang Ziwen losing all his territories, retreating inside the Nether Capital, holding his ground, and without support, he could only last a month at most.

"Rebelling against the superior, die!"

As the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge was about to end the battle, a cold and majestic voice descended from the sky, carrying the aura of a king, just the sound waves alone causing countless ghost soldiers to have their souls scattered.

Above the firmament, Bao Zheng waved his right hand, revealing the six realms of reincarnation, continuously rotating to suppress countless ghost soldiers.

Even the Ghost Generals of Immortal Emperor level could last only a moment before being sucked into the six realms of reincarnation.

"Who?"

The Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge was furious, ghostly qi surging, taking a step into the void, arriving on the battlefield outside the Nether Capital.

Behind him, the void continuously shattered, revealing a ghostly river of unknown origin, flowing through the broken skies, connecting the realms of yin and yang.

Once the ghostly river appeared, it charged towards Bao Zheng, filled with overwhelming power.

"The Sutra of Ghost Control, command!"

Bao Zheng stood tall in the sky, black hair fluttering, his eyes emitting terrifyingly bright light.

With his hands forming seals, he condensed a mysterious imprint, encompassing a special rule power, to suppress the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge.

"Yan Luo, the rules of heaven and earth have changed, they are ineffective!"

On the ground, Jiang Ziwen shouted loudly.

"Hmm?"

Bao Zheng's expression changed slightly, indeed seeing the ghost control seal pass through the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge.

Even so, he did not panic, waving his right hand, the 'Book of Life and Death' appeared, yin god power permeated, the great path of life and death spanned the void, sweeping towards the ghostly river.

Rumble!

The two mighty forces collided, with waves of power surging, destroying heaven and earth.

The shockwave swept through, affecting thousands of light-years, obliterating ghost cities, ghostly mountains, and ghostly rivers.

Among them, countless countless beings of the netherworld perished, their bodies vanished, without even the chance to enter reincarnation, vanishing completely from this world.

The heavy land of the netherworld shattered, if measured by diameter, it could contain a great world.

Everything was reduced to dust.

"The rules of heaven and earth!"

"Hear my command!"

"Soul Hooking Pen, appear!"

Bao Zheng faced forward, the Yan Luo King incarnation stood tall, towering over heaven and earth, with endless great paths of the netherworld circulating, encompassing the great path of ghosts, the great path of blood, the great path of corpses, the great path of souls...

At a glance, it seemed entirely composed of great paths.

"This is..."

The Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge, in the midst of battle, saw the Yan Luo incarnation and was secretly startled, his heart trembling, feeling an urge to kneel.

This feeling seemed utterly absurd.

Who was he?

The Ghost Emperor!

In the eyes of the netherworld, he was someone of stature, how could he feel the urge to submit to an unknown Immortal Emperor?

"Nonsense!"

The Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge roared, forming seals with his hands, drawing from distant regions untouched by war, mobilizing tens of thousands of ghostly rivers, passing through the sky, filled with the aura of death, crashing towards Bao Zheng.

The water flowed all around, shrouding everything.

Bao Zheng sneered, grasping into the void with his right hand, the rules of heaven and earth converged, forming a soul-hooking pen that radiated breath-taking power.

The Soul Hooking Pen complements the Book of Life and Death!

A single stroke would immediately erase life and soul!

"What's his name?"

With the Book of Life and Death in his left hand, and the Soul Hooking Pen in his right, Bao Zheng inquired of Jiang Ziwen.

"The Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge!"

Jiang Ziwen immediately replied.

Upon receiving the name of the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge, Bao Zheng wielded the Soul Hooking Pen, writing on the Book of Life and Death, each stroke and line causing unbounded light to shimmer.

In mid-air, the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge's face changed subtly, filled with suspicion.

He sensed an unnerving power.

It was extremely mystical.

Transcending the Immortal Emperor, transcending even the Immortal Sovereign, and even transcending heaven and earth!

"Die!"

After ten breaths, Bao Zheng finished writing the four words 'Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge' in the Book of Life and Death, coldly declaring.

"This..."

The next moment, the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge's expression changed drastically, overwhelmed with infinite fear.

He was horrified to discover.

His life force was draining away.

At the end of the river of life was a deep abyss of death.

"Death!"

"I am the Ghost Emperor, one of the nine nether capitals, ordained by heaven to avoid death, how can I die?"

"Who are you?"

"How can you perform such an act against the heavens? Why act against the heavens? Why oppose the ghost clan?"

The Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge shouted sharply, with extreme fear.

Was he going to die?

He was the youngest Immortal Emperor of the ghost clan, destined to become the servant of that existence, how could he die?

Bang!

In the unseen realm, a dense and terrifying aura of death surged from the unknown, engulfing him.

Soon after, the Great Emperor of Ghost Ridge's appearance visibly aged, cloaked in the aura of twilight, within a few breaths, he reached the end of his life, turning into dust and vanishing into thin air.

An era of the Ghost Emperor thus falls!

All was silent.

Endless qi of yin and death filled the sky.

Among all the evil qi, there was a faint wisp of calamity force, rising to the high heavens.

This wisp of calamity force, extremely faint, even Bao Zheng did not notice, naturally, those great beings of the netherworld far from the battlefield could not sense it either.