My Journey to Immortality Begins with Hunting-Chapter 527 – Fusion of Great Ghost Domains, Invincible Li Yuan, A Historic Moment - Part 2
But Li Yuan waited a long time. And still...no one came.
So finally, he stopped waiting.
He looked at the ghost spider, still clinging stubbornly to its attack.
Then he raised his right hand.
Domain force compressed into a fine thread. His ancestral seal ignited the withered flame into a vivid red blaze.
That flash of crimson was like a spear, sharp, blinding, and merciless, driving straight through the ghost spider. The red light rippled outward, transforming into lightning that leapt from his fingertips and lanced into the sky. In a blink, it pierced through the monster’s enormous body.
The ghost spider’s Yin energy surged and boiled in response.
Its eight limbs flailed, trying to web up the crimson spear, trying to pull it from its body.
But Li Yuan twitched his fingers just once, and the spear began to spin violently.
Then he clenched his fist.
The suppressive force vanished. In its place was overwhelming gravity.
The ghost spider’s body began to collapse inward under the pressure, deflating like a punctured husk.
It writhed helplessly.
Below, the swarm of human-headed spider ghosts looked up in horror at their master in the sky.
Li Yuan smiled.
And then, strike after strike, he thrust forward, each blow a flash of red light.
The ghost spider’s massive body was riddled with glowing crimson holes, as if a thousand invisible hands were tearing it apart from within.
SCREEEE! A hideous shriek echoed through the air.
Then, in midair, the ghost spider disintegrated, scattered to ash by the blast.
All that remained were the streaks of red light from Li Yuan’s spear strikes, lingering in the air like phantom shadows.
Of course, the ghost spider wasn’t truly dead. Not entirely. But in this fusion battle, it had lost its ability to fight.
Still, the one hiding in the shadows...hadn’t shown themselves. Li Yuan didn’t know why.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
He turned fully toward Happyland Zoo and pressed down.
The surge of Yang energy was overwhelming, like a massive fat man collapsing on a frail maiden made of mist.
Happyland Zoo’s Yin aura evaporated at an alarming rate. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Suddenly, Li Yuan’s gaze locked onto the ghost rat.
Originally dozens of meters tall, the ghost rat seemed to realize something and instantly shrank down into a palm-sized, harmless-looking rodent.
Li Yuan didn’t hesitate. He thrust his spear.
A streak of crimson light descended like a falling star.
The ghost rat moved fast, leaping, scrambling, and twisting through the air before dodging the attack at the last second. In the same motion, it flung out two tiny paws and tossed glittering gold ingots into the air.
Bright, shining treasures. So enticing. So precious.
Li Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. An unexpected surge of greed flared up inside him. But the ancestral seal circulating in his body quickly shattered that thought like glass.
He tore away the spear’s suppression aura, unleashing violent gravitational force once more.
The ghost rat stumbled midair, tugged sideways by the pull.
Li Yuan jabbed forward again.
But the ghost rat was incredibly nimble. It twisted, tumbled, rolled through the air, and darted away, ducking into the ghost tide for cover.
The ghost rat could flee, but the tide could not.
Each time Li Yuan released the spear’s gravitational force, dozens of ghost servants were dragged toward him, only to be crushed and vaporized in the overwhelming surge of Yang energy. Screams echoed through the air, sharp and brief, before fading into silence.
To an ordinary person, it was just a blur in the distance, colors, flashes, shadows.
But for martial artists above sixth rank, the higher their realm, the clearer the sight that unfolded above the ghost domain. It was a sight so bizarre, so staggering, it felt more dream than reality.
Among the tens of thousands of experts watching, some recognized what they were seeing.
There, within the forbidden zone across the river, that untouchable deadland ruled by ghosts, stood the infamous ghost spider and ghost rat of Happyland Zoo.
And both of them were getting utterly pulverized by...a young boy wreathed in flames.
Wrapped in shimmering red ribbons, the child hovered in the sky, looking down with detached authority. With a hand raised, he jabbed over and over, each motion sending out a blazing spear strike.
And the frightening ghosts? They were running for their lives.
The ghost rat was flailing, melting into a writhing black mist, desperately dodging and fleeing.
Above, scarlet Yang energy billowed outward like a sky-wide curtain, pressing down upon the dark Yin aura beneath it like divine judgment.
Then, the ghost rat slipped up. Just once.
And that was all it took.
The boy’s fingertips flared with crimson light, firing a cluster of spear shadows.
The ghost rat screeched with a high-pitched, warped cry and thrashed madly.
But escape was impossible.
The spears pierced through its body in an instant.
With the Yang energy roaring through the air and gravity clawing in all directions, the ghost rat was crushed, incinerated, and turned into fine ash.
Meanwhile, Yan Yu was far from idle.
With Li Yuan taking the brunt of the assault, the enemy’s plan to drive her into madness by overwhelming her with the full might of Happyland Zoo had already failed.
Now, the ghost hound had been trapped inside an iron cage.
The boar, frozen maiden, and two flower girls had all surrounded it, sealing off every escape.
The tide of ghosts, with their generals defeated, began to collapse rapidly.
But just then, a blood-red number appeared on the battlefield.
The ghost child had arrived.
The countdown continued.
NINE!
EIGHT!
Li Yuan didn’t flinch.
He guided the Heavenbinding Ribbons to hover beneath him, and sat calmly atop it, watching the numbers tick down with quiet intensity.
THREE!
TWO!
ONE!
The moment the final number fell, a child appeared beside him.
Its body was completely rotten. No one knew how long it had been dead.
It floated in the air, ignoring all laws of gravity or reason, eyes filled with pure hatred, lips curled into a sinister grin.
And facing it...was another child.
That child was Li Yuan.
The two locked eyes.
In that instant, the Heavenbinding Ribbons began to spin wildly, faster than before. But the faster it spun, the more it began to decay.
Rot crept across its surface, spreading like a curse.
Li Yuan’s gaze turned grim. He struck. The spear shot forward and pierced through the ghost baby’s body.
But the ghost child grabbed his shoulders with both hands, staring into his eyes without blinking.
The Heavenbinding Ribbons deteriorated further. And then, with a loud boom, it exploded into nothingness.
A grimace of pain spread across Li Yuan’s face, as though locked in a bitter deadlock.
But inside, his mind was clear, deadly calm even. He was watching, measuring, waiting.
This was a trap he was setting, and he was the bait.
If there was still a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment...this was it.
Time to show your hand, Li Yuan thought.
He thrust again.
And again.
The ghost child’s body was riddled with holes, torn and shredded until it resembled a worn-out cotton rag, coming apart at the seams.
But Li Yuan, too, looked shaken and in pain. Then, suddenly, he let out a scream and dropped from the sky, plummeting toward the battlefield below.
The ghost child plummeted as well.
Mid-fall, Li Yuan forced himself to shift sideways.
The ghost child tried to follow, eyes locked onto him like a predator refusing to lose its prey. But just then, a beam of light shot up from the ground.
Yan Yu, dressed in black, held the original Mirror of Sin in her hands. Its reflection caught the ghost child midair.
Weakened as it was, the ghost child stood no chance against Yan Yu at full power. It dropped like a rock, crashing into the ground below, only to be immediately swarmed by a pack of malicious ghosts.
As for Li Yuan, he had landed further away, smacking into a slope of yellow clay. Then he tumbled. Fast.
His Wind-Fire Wheels and Flamed-Tipped Spear had vanished. His once-pristine skin was now coated in mud, and his hair looked like it had been in a wind tunnel.
He rolled all the way down the hill and crashed into a rock at the bottom with a dull thud and promptly passed out.
But Li Yuan...was still fishing. If there was a predator lurking, now would be the perfect time to strike.
He waited.
The ghost tides in the distance gradually died down.
Happyland Zoo had been devoured. The Ghost Prison had claimed its place.
Li Yuan remained unconscious.
One hour passed.
Two hours.
Then, without warning, the unconscious Li Yuan sprang up, patted his butt, and muttered, “How boring.”
