All Novel Full Chapter 517 Living God
Inside the River of Oblivion, Chen Mu stared at Lü Liang with displeasure.
“So, from the beginning, you planned to drag me into this scheme?”
Lü Liang wore an embarrassed expression, as he ultimately could not resist explaining everything to Chen Mu.
His father had already transformed into a Yin God and returned to the Netherworld, so he didn’t want to venture into the perilous Beyond Heaven.
“Mainly because your Thousand Lanterns City cave heaven is secretive and safe, I initially wanted to hide inside, so Qingyang City would be unlikely to find out.”
“But I didn’t expect you to suddenly disappear, and we had to risk it by launching plan B. We used the entire Feng’an City as bait to detain Qingyang City and ensure our own safety.”
“Only I didn’t expect…”
“I didn’t expect that I’d come running back and dive headfirst into the quagmire of Feng’an City!” Chen Mu’s complexion was sour.
It was absurd. The spies from Qingyang City, with Shen Bu leading them, had used a Secret Technique to send him away, yet here he was again, scurrying back into the middle of trouble.
Truly…
No wonder the Nine Cups Calculation Scripture mostly predicted danger—it certainly was dangerous.
“That Shen Bu, you haven’t done anything to him, have you?” Chen Mu asked.
To tell the truth, he should be thankful to those spies. Their original intention was to help him avoid trouble.
“No, no, those men are quite capable, and I had intended to keep them for significant use,” Lü Liang hurriedly gestured.
Chen Mu let out a sigh.
Although the causes and effects were convoluted, and his feelings were indescribably complex, he was, in the end, relieved.
The dispute between Qingyang City and Feng’an City was resolved, and he had managed to extricate himself from trouble.
“About the matter of the Living God…”
“Once I see my father, I’ll take care of it for you immediately!” Lü Liang said sternly.
Chen Mu nodded in gratification.
After all the twists and turns, he could finally return to the Yang Realm.
It had not been easy.
…
Three days later.
On a certain stretch of the River of Oblivion, a vast camp had sprung up from the ground.
Within the bright and spacious Stone Temple at the center, Lü Chengshan sat at the head seat, solemnly clasping his fists towards Chen Mu.
“In accomplishing my transformation into a Yin God this time, I am wholly indebted to you for providing the Ghost Gate. My son was able to overcome the King Worry-free Tribulation also thanks to your protection.”
“Rest assured, sir, whatever you ask, I will do my utmost to accommodate!”
Chen Mu quickly stood up and gestured with his hand: “The completion of your transformation into a Yin God is due entirely to your years of arduous cultivation.”
“Moreover, the Ghost Gate was built by the Young City Lord himself. I simply provided some information—it’s not worth mentioning.”
“As for the King Worry-free Tribulation, I should actually thank the Young City Lord for helping me to succeed.”
“If it hadn’t been for the Young City Lord’s activation of the full assistance of Yin Spirits, I would likely have had my heart and liver devoured by King Worry-free.”
Lü Chengshan laughed heartily: “You are too modest, sir!”
“I hear from Liang’er that you wish to travel to the Yang Realm?”
“That realm of the Living God is not an easy place to be, is it?”
“Why not stay in Feng’an City for a while? I could give you authority over an army; you can pick any of the tens of thousands of Yin Soldiers under my command. Plus, various Secret Techniques—if my Feng’an City has them, you are free to read and cultivate them.”
Chen Mu listened, his face filled with longing, but eventually, he still gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
“Thank you for your kind offer, but I truly am compelled.”
He wore an expression of helplessness, and then he began to talk earnestly but nonsensically.
“To tell the truth, my real name is Shen Yan, and I am the Military Supervisor of the Hai Character Camp in Antiquity City.”
“Failing to monitor adequately, I didn’t notice in time the rebellion of General Lan Zhang.”
“He defected to Nether Demon Heaven, cultivated the Blood God Scripture, and turned several million Yin Soldiers of Antiquity City into Blood God Progenies; all twelve major camps fell to his power.”
“Even our Lord Lv suffered grave injuries, with his cultivation nearly severed,” Chen Mu said with a bitter expression.
“Enraged, the City Lord cursed me with the Cursing Secret Technique.”
“I went to great lengths to preserve my life but was still severely injured by the Cursing Method, my Divine Fetus Dharma Aspect was in tatters, and my realm was continuously regressing.”
“The only hope to stop it is to go to the Yang Realm and rely on the barrier between the two realms.”
“I would like to serve in Feng’an City, but if I continue to stay in the Netherworld, my strength will only regress steadily, and who knows when I might completely fall into the Nine Serenities Abyss.”
“I really… I really wish I could help, but I can’t.”
Lü Chengshan and Lü Liang exchanged glances, their faces filled with astonishment and admiration: “We had no idea that your background was so extraordinary and out of the ordinary.”
That Antiquity City had millions of Yin Soldiers, clearly a metropolis on a scale comparable to Qingyang City.
And such a cursing secret technique personally placed by the master of such a large city…
Lü Chengshan scratched his head; he had wanted to recruit the other party, but now it seemed unlikely.
“Please rest assured, sir, once we reach the Southern Liang Mountains, I will immediately start arranging the deification matters to ensure you can go to the Yang Realm at the earliest time!”
“Thank you, City Lord!” Chen Mu rose again to express his gratitude.
The matter had finally been settled!
Chen Mu was excited inside, and even more so outwardly, his face brimming with gratitude while his clasped hands began to tremble.
If it weren’t for Lü Liang at his side knowing his usual way of doing things, he would have squeezed out a couple of grateful tears for this City Lord Lü.
…
“Can we trust what he said?” After Chen Mu left, Lü Chengshan couldn’t help but look towards his eldest son.
Lü Liang recalled Chen Mu’s excited expression and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Others didn’t know, but how could he not, having dealt with Chen Mu for more than half a year?
Lu Tong, Shen Yan?
Those were probably all fake names!
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As for what Chen Mu had said: “Half true, half false, I guess.”
He tried to estimate generously.
What else could he say? There was still a Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed planted inside him, after all!
“I feel the same way,” Lü Chengshan nodded.
“His aura is peculiar, not like that of Yin Spirits. Now that I think about it, that probably wasn’t his true form, but more like a decoy, used to weaken the power of the cursing secret technique.”
“It’s understandable that he’s in a hurry to go to the Yang Realm given the life-and-death crisis,” Lü Chengshan sighed.
“This time I received the enfeoffment from Yinshan Prefecture, which allows me to lead Yin Spirits to open mountains and build a city in the Southern Liang Mountains. There are countless tasks, and we’re certainly in need of someone with ample experience.”
“It’s a pity the other party is afflicted by the cursing secret technique and can’t stay for long,” Lü Chengshan shook his head.
“What about the matter of the Living God?” asked Lü Liang.
“It’s just one spot, we can’t be stingy.”
“After all, he has helped us a great deal; it’s fair to part on good terms.”
“It just so happens that drawing Yin Spirits to the Yang Realm also requires our own Living God, so we’ll arrange that as well.”
Hearing this, Lü Liang breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, in Feng’an City, aside from the tens of thousands of Yin Soldiers under his father’s command, nearly a million Yin Spirits all had a Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed planted inside them.
If he truly couldn’t manage this affair, who knew what kind of trouble the other party might stir up!
…
Half a month later.
To the south of Yinshan Prefecture, the Southern Liang Mountains.
Everyone from Feng’an City worked together, using Yin Spirit Divine Power and various secret techniques, quickly shaping the rough form of a large city.
Although the buildings were still mostly crude and simple, the faces of the Yin Spirits were full of high spirits.
As City Lord Lü Chengshan had received the enfeoffment from Yinshan Prefecture and became an enshrined Divine General, the future of Feng’an City was destined to be as bright as Qingyang City, and naturally, everyone was full of enthusiasm.
“Being a Living God is quite a thankless job,” commented Shang Yang, sitting by the window on the second floor of a newly constructed teahouse to the south of the city. He tossed fried Moon Beet Pearls into his mouth as he spoke.
Chen Mu raised his eyebrows.
He had found the right person.
This one-horned Ghost King did indeed know some insider information.
“Tell me more,” he said.
Shang Yang didn’t hide anything. After taking a sip of tea, he started to reveal what he knew: “The so-called Living God is a Yin Spirit who guards the City God Dojo. It’s the core of the Dojo, like a nail that pins the power of the River of Oblivion to the mortal world of the Yang Realm, drawing Ghosts into the Netherworld.”
“Only then can the River of Oblivion, hidden in the void, materialize and appear in the Netherworld, furthermore continuously generating Yin Spirits.”
“Afterward, gathering crowds to build cities and cultivating Yin Soldiers—everything becomes possible.”
“And as the Dojo’s core, the Living God needs to be seated in one place all year round without leaving, which is very monotonous.”
“Moreover, due to the unfavorable environment and heavy duties, it’s hard for one’s cultivation to advance. Indeed, it’s not a good position.”
A Living God is for guiding Ghosts into the Netherworld?
The endless human-shaped Ghosts in the River of Oblivion that looked like black smoke — they all come from the mortal world of the Yang Realm?
Hisss… That doesn’t seem right, does it?
Are there that many Ghosts in the Yang Realm?
Chen Mu couldn’t help but scratch his head.