Poundingly pure demonic energy unleashed a raging storm of wind and rain at the front of the Ghost City, carelessly sweeping in all directions, raising chaos and plumes of ghost money and ghost paper.

    But in the next second, the colossal demonic energy was suppressed by an even more colossal demonic energy, preventing it from rampaging and taking human lives.

    "Most of the people living in this city are messengers of the ancient underworld. You can disregard their lives, but they represent the ancient underworld..."

    "No need for you to lecture me here. I have it in my mind!" The youth, with two dragon horns on his head and a gold robe on his body, impatiently interrupted the man's nonsense: "All you need to do is protect me well, and I will take care of other things."

    The man in blue attire with dragon horns on his head behind him looked unamused, clenching his hands and lowering his eyelids, saying no more.

    The youth coldly snorted, walked towards the city gate, hesitated slightly and slightly bent his waist in a bow, and opened his mouth loudly: "Dragon race Fuli, I seek an audience with the Emperor of Xuan Dong!"

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    The White Spirit Medium came from the Underworld Bridge and looked at Lu Jian'an who was protected by the Emperor of Xuan Dong. After a quick glance, he bowed one knee and spoke respectfully: "Lord, the Dragon Race Fuli seeks an audience."

    "Fu family?" The Emperor of Xuan Dong's face showed no expression: "I refuse to see him!"

    The White Spirit Medium nodded in assent, ready to leave, when he heard the Emperor of Fengdu say again, "Wait, let him stew in his own juice for two days before telling him that I do not wish to see him!"

    "Yes, Your Eminence!" The White Spirit Medium turned and left.

    As if nothing had happened, the Emperor of Fengdu continued to examine Lu Jian'an surrounded by dead air. Since he didn't show any signs of surprise, his hands behind him, which had been tensed, began to relax.

    "This young man isn't really some yet-to-be-discovered immortal body, is he?"

    The Emperor of Fengdu reached out and took the official documents on the table of the palace. This young man had been paying attention for quite some time, and he himself couldn't just stand there and waste time.

    So, the Emperor of Fengdu stopped dawdling and resumed writing energetically, dealing with the mountainous amount of official work piled up by the ancient underworld.

    As time passed, Lu Jian'an, sitting cross-legged in place, turned into a soul and wandered through the black tablets without inscriptions. He also gradually came to understand what the black tablets were.

    The black tablets are not just a line that separates life and death, but also the core of the ancient underworld from non-existence to existence.

    Death, the end of life; dying, far beyond death.

    The complete cycle of the road to death is perfectly looped in the black tablets without inscriptions. This is the sacred land where people can't find a way to understand the way of death.

    With his eyes tightly closed, Lu Jian'an began to form hand seals. The black death aura, like curling smoke, emerged from the stone tablet and twirled and mingled around his fingertips. Slowly, it began to resemble cracked eggshells, with a strand of grey mist protruding from them, which was naturally the yin-yang aura.

    Only after a complete emergence of a strand of yin-yang aura did Lu Jian'an gradually withdraw from the black tablet without inscriptions.

    In the abundant energy sea of the spiritual realm, black gas, forged by enlightenment of the way of death, swirled around the 'self' formed by meditation. It gradually returned to his body, and the spiritual sea also regained its original vitality.

    With joy in his eyes, Lu Jian'an looked at the yin-yang aura in his palm. Although he had been delayed by a year and a half to break through his spiritual realm, without that time, he wouldn't have reached this level.

    With the preparation for the union almost complete, he wouldn't be afraid of Bie Liujia's unexpected snatch and Sister's mysterious necklace once he breaks through.

    The Emperor of Fengdu slightly raised his head, and at that moment, Lu Jian'an finally smiled as a young man of his age should. However, this kid is working so hard; he must be carrying some great responsibility, right?

    "Thank you, senior." Lu Jian'an stood up and bowed towards the Emperor of Fengdu: "The junior will remember it."

    "It's nothing." The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand: "If there is ever a day when you need it, always remember to expand the forces of the ancient underworld. Remember! Remember!"

    Hearing the tone of the Emperor of Fengdu, Lu Jian'an couldn't help but smile. The expansion of the forces had become an obsession for this ruler of the underworld...

    "If heaven's ways were to be improved, that would be great." Lu Jian'an joked. "In that case, we wouldn't have to wait for us to transcend; He would raise the level of the Cloudtop himself and definitely increase the quota."

    The Emperor of Fengdu was taken aback for a moment, then stroked his beard and smiled, "Your idea... it's excellent, excellent!"

    As soon as the words fell, the Emperor of Fengdu raised his head to look at the sky and complained with a disdainful expression, "It's really not worth fighting for!"

    After the Emperor of Fengdu had expressed his displeasure for a while, Lu Jian'an offered him the mortal proof: "Senior, the mortal proof..."

    "No need to return it, it's a gift." The Emperor of Fengdu said as he touched the mortal proof with his finger. The original short sword transformed into a three-foot-long sword, complete with a scabbard inscribed with blood-red patterns: "Yin-yang aura is more precious than death aura, and it won't last long outside the underworld. With the mortal proof, you don't have to worry about that."

    Furthermore, with this sword, you can directly transform the defeated enemy's soul into yin-yang aura when killing them, avoiding having to bring their spirits here all the time."

    Lu Jian'an expressed his gratitude and felt that the Emperor of Fengdu just wanted to simply reduce the workload...

    Knocking on the desk with the official documents, the Emperor of Fengdu said, "I've taught you everything I can. How far you can go depends entirely on yourself. I'm very busy, so please don't keep coming to waste my time."

    "Thank you, senior." Lu Jian'an bowed one time: "The junior won't come to see you in the form of a dead soul."

    "I hope so." The Emperor of Fengdu smiled slightly and then asked: "Where did you get this mortal proof?"

    "Desolate Ruins Realm."

    "Half of the blood left in the mortal proof..."

    "You do as you please." The Emperor of Fengdu said indifferently: "We don't need that much blood to maintain the connection between the ancient underworld and the mortal world. Otherwise, we would have lost contact five thousand years ago."

    While thanking the Emperor of Fengdu, Lu Jian'an decisively extracted the remaining half of the deceased's essence blood from the mortal proof to refine yin energy.

    Death contains the utmost yin, and refining it in the ancient underworld can achieve the maximum benefit.

    "I originally intended to, if I couldn't see the senior, transform the remaining blood of the deceased into yin energy, instead of learning about death. " Lu Jian'an explained: "The junior's luck is quite good."

    "That's what I call luck." The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand, and immediately replenished the yin energy in the mortal proof: "If you hadn't proposed the idea of reversing life and death, and if you hadn't already embarked on these paths, I wouldn't have even given you a second glance and would have immediately expelled you... This is all your own accomplishment."

    "You first need to be a thoroughbred, and then you will be discovered by a talent scout."

    Lu Jian'an looked at the full yin energy in the mortal proof, bowed again: "The expansion of the forces in the ancient underworld is a promise that the junior will fulfill."

    "Very good, very good, excellent!" The Emperor of Fengdu genuinely revealed a smile: "If you promise to exaggerate, wait until you come to the ancient underworld. I'll show you how to deal with you!"

    "Good." Lu Jian'an smiled: "The junior bows goodbye."

    "Go ahead." The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand, summoning the bridge of yin-yang, and turned directly towards the palace.

    "Alas, after two million years of rest, it's worth it."

    The Emperor of Fengdu walked into the palace, looked back at Lu Jian'an who was leaving, and smiled playfully: "The Dragon Race must be very angry that I am hosting humans but not him."

    "Young man, it's not enough to just talk; you must also act. Let me see what abilities you have."

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