Chapter 978: Chapter 854: In the Year of Jiazi, All Under Heaven Is Auspicious (Part 5)

Of course, many noble families, chaebols, and grasshead kings will be unwilling to surrender, but the trend is now unstoppable, and they can no longer block this sweeping calamity.

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"The heavens are dead, the yellow sky shall rise, in the year of Jiazi, the world is greatly blessed!"

Within the Netherworld Palace, Hu Ma felt the changes in the human world as if witnessing a miracle.

Sixty years ago, the despondency began to appear in this world, and Lao Junmei, no longer at ease, suddenly brought forth these sixteen words into the human world.

Perhaps at that time, he did not take it seriously and spoke them casually, but who could have imagined that these sixteen words would become this world’s prophecy?

The most crucial thing is, at that time, who among them could have thought that this prophecy would actually be fulfilled?

"These words are treasonous and should be punished!"

Likewise, just as Hu Ma had entered the Netherworld and took a breath, wanting to look back at the now overwhelming momentum and the imminent event of changing the sky in the human world, a cold voice resounded before him.

He looked up and saw the scene of two dynasties appearing simultaneously. In this deep dream he was having, everything had twisted, confused, and boundless space had folded.

He saw two Golden Throne Halls appear at the same time before him and above, a Netherworld Palace with an armored Emperor Ghost, towering, gazing down at him, surrounded by fierce generals reeking of blood.

These generals, unlike those in previous halls, were not well-dressed or noble, but exuded a savage aura, with some even clad in animal skins.

The lower hall was somber and silent, with civil servants gathered beside, each pair of eyes seemed to possess the ability to see into the hearts, as if they could penetrate all causalities within oneself.

Yi Taizu!

Yi’s Ancestor!

Hu Ma knew their identities; one was the first to contact Tai Sui, conducting a great sacrificial ritual, inviting Tai Sui to the human world, causing this great sacrificial event.

The other broke the ancestral altar and placed the Twelve Ghost Altars in Shangjing, absorbing the fortune of the world as the second emperor of Douyi.

Regardless of identity or the achievements they made while alive, the Eight Palace Emperor Ghosts could not compare to these two, not even their aura in death could match the others on the same level.

"Some things, someone has to do first, so the world will know it is possible."

Meeting their gaze, Hu Ma showed no fear, standing at the entrance, brandishing the Emperor’s Great Saber in a reverse grip, and smiled at them, saying, "Some words need someone to speak them first, so the world will realize not everything is as it seems."

"First came the words ’The heavens are dead, the yellow sky shall rise’, leading someone to do such things, so everything became inevitable, didn’t it?"

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"Things have indeed changed."

The Emperor Ghost of the Second Hall sighed softly, saying, "We left the human world for only two hundred years, yet such strange occurrences have arisen, and even people like you, with such strange words."

"But truly, has the world become so unfamiliar to us?"

His voice almost carried a hint of laughter, "If so, then what about those in the human world, who await our return?"

Hu Ma was ready to act, but upon hearing this, his brow furrowed unexpectedly.

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... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In the human world, a great momentum has begun, and those once mighty like the Ten Surnames can only close their eyes and sigh lightly in this calamity, having no choice but to follow the overwhelming trend and give up resistance.

Not every family fought to the end; even several clans appeared to resist but in fact merely conformed to the trend.

As if, as Miss Red Wine once said, there is nothing to fear about the Ten Surnames because none of them have the confidence to risk everything at such a critical time.

But naturally, there are still those who refuse to yield, almost forgotten, with all disciples scared out of their wits, the Chen Family of Black Magic, amidst the overwhelming threat of death and destruction, their grand old residence now has only the Chen Family’s Head remaining.

And a coffin.

He sat before the coffin, seemingly hesitating for a few moments, thinking it over, feeling that in the face of this momentum, magic was truly powerless, and perhaps it was better to go with the flow.

But whenever this thought arose, countless voices would echo in his ears, piercing little by little, birthing ambition in his heart and destroying any occasional sanity.

Thus, he finally hardened his resolve, pulling a stick of green incense from his sleeve.

Slowly, he headed towards the last Chen Family corpse, solemnly, ruthlessly, painfully, and slowly bowed down.

"Thud."

As the incense began to burn, the iron coffin suddenly vibrated, as if something within awakened, filled with an eager wrath accumulated over unknown years, that crazily surged forth at the moment the incense burned.

In the Netherworld Palace, Hu Ma suddenly heard a knocking sound, abrupt and eerie, as if someone in the human world was knocking at the door of the Netherworld Palace, asking for it to be opened.

Hu Ma suddenly recalled what the State Preceptor had told him about someone colluding with the Netherworld Palace.

He suddenly felt a bit weary, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

PS "Day and Night Wanderers": To resist the invasion of foreign ghosts, day and night wanderers were born between heaven and earth. This is the story passed down orally by storytellers for generations,

What is the truth about the ancient Buddha, foreign ghosts, and day and night wanderers in the past continent?

Perhaps, clues can be found from an opera troupe called "Zhou Family Troupe".

Zhou Family Troupe,

is a troupe that performs for the dead...