Chapter 407
Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends
The Gathering Immortals Pavilion was now packed with ghosts and gods.
Two somewhat similar terrifying auras were subtly confronting each other, but compared to the real Yama, Bao Gong, played by Yu Zhensheng, was clearly at a disadvantage.
After all, this play has only just begun, and the power he has gained as the King of the Underworld is limited, while his own cultivation level is far inferior to that of Yama.
The renovated stage suddenly shook violently under the confrontation between the two men, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and then collapsed with a loud bang.
Some of the people on the stage were caught off guard and fell to the ground.
This cast a shadow over the already newly opened "Exploring Yin Mountain." If Yu Zhensheng hadn't been able to keep things stable, it probably would have collapsed like this crumbling stage.
The most direct effect was that the tablet in Yu Zhensheng's hand began to tremble slightly, its light flickering uncertainly, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
That was a symbol of the power of the underworld emperor; once it dissipated, the power would be lost, just like it was more than twenty years ago.
Yu Zhensheng wanted to step into the underworld, but the gate that had appeared earlier suddenly closed and could not be opened even with a tablet.
It was as if the surrounding world had been forcibly sealed off by some powerful force, and the void was covered by a layer of copper and iron walls.
Yu Zhensheng's expression remained unchanged, but his grip on the tablet tightened slightly.
"Yu Zhensheng, this time, you've lost, lost completely, even worse than before, it's truly..."
King Yama shook his head, somewhat disheartened, and said, "Utterly vulnerable."
After years of silence, I thought Yu Zhensheng might have made some progress, but I didn't expect him to be even worse than before.
"You audacious fiend, how dare you obstruct my investigation! Where is Wang Chao Ma Han?!"
Yu Zhensheng stepped forward, a bright crescent moon between his brows, his voice strong and clear, seemingly tinged with anger.
"exist!"
The singers who sang the songs of Wang Chao and Ma Han were two middle-aged martial arts performers. One of them was named Iron-Boned Pear Blossom Yang Jinglan. He had broken through five levels of cultivation and practiced hard kung fu, making him invulnerable to swords and spears and possessing immense strength.
"Bring the dragon-headed guillotine and behead this man!"
"Here!"
As Yu Zhensheng gave the order, the sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and a phantom image of a precious guillotine appeared and disappeared, with a golden dragon circling around the back of the blade.
But the next moment, Yang Jinglan, who was playing Ma Han, suddenly stepped forward and slashed at the dragon-head guillotine that was about to take shape.
hum!
The metallic clang rang out incessantly, the dragon's roar was mournful, and a crack appeared.
"Old Yang, you—"
Some people couldn't help but curse angrily, while others were shocked. Yang Jinglan quickly moved in front of Yan Jun, his eyes fierce, and said, "We can't win. The only way for the Yinxi lineage to survive is to completely surrender to the Underworld."
"traitor!"
"mean!"
"Yang Jinglan, your master was once a renowned hero throughout the country, a man of unyielding integrity, known as the living Zhang Fei. You have truly disgraced his reputation!"
A flicker of emotion crossed Yang Jinglan's eyes, but his voice grew even colder.
"Then, my master died tragically during a theatrical performance. He had three disciples, but I was the only one who performed the Ghost Festival play. And I only had one disciple, who was my own son."
He paused, looked at Yu Zhensheng with a complicated expression, and sighed deeply.
"Yu Zhensheng, stop struggling. When I was young, I regarded you as a hero and admired your prestige, but you insisted on going against the underworld, like an ant trying to shake a tree."
"You can't save Yinxi. Instead, you'll only lead it to ruin, just like the Zhao Family Troupe did back then. Only I can preserve the last seed of Yinxi! Only I am the one who can truly save Yinxi!"
His voice was excited, but a hint of pain flashed deep in his eyes.
He had witnessed the tragic deaths of his fellow disciples during a Ghost Festival performance. He survived because his senior brother stepped forward to protect him.
He once deeply resented this Ghost Festival play, and in his youth he dreamed of helping future generations break free from their shackles like a true hero, risking his life for it.
But so many years of trials and tribulations have worn down that youthful spirit.
Yu Zhensheng simply looked at him quietly, his gaze showing no surprise, only a hint of unspeakable regret. The two had a friendship; they had once been young and ambitious, sharing the same ideals.
Sadly, those I knew are either fading away or have become unrecognizable. "Slay!"
He still didn't give up. He stretched out his hand and summoned the Dragon Head Guillotine again to strike at Yama, as if he wanted to fight to the very last moment.
Unfortunately, after the dramatic turn of events, the play "Exploring the Underworld" was even closer to its collapse. Yu Zhensheng's authority as the emperor of the underworld was further diminished, and the dragon-headed guillotine had lost its former brilliance.
Yama snorted coldly, and thirty-six bolts of Yin lightning descended from the sky, passing through the wall and shattering the dragon-head guillotine.
Yu Zhensheng's tall and straight body trembled slightly, and a muffled groan escaped his lips.
Click!
As the dragon-head guillotine shattered, a noticeable crack appeared on the tablet in his hand, and his aura dissipated and dimmed further.
broken!
Everyone felt a jolt of fear, knowing that the performance of "Exploring the Underworld" was about to collapse. This desperate gamble was ultimately going to fail.
Just then, Yu Zhensheng did something that no one expected.
He removed Bao Gong's beard, took off his black gauze hat, wiped away the crescent moon between his eyebrows, and even threw away the tablet that symbolized the power of the emperor in the underworld.
Yan Jun's eyes flashed, and then a smile appeared on his face, with a hint of smugness in his eyes, as if he knew what Yu Zhensheng wanted to do.
Knowing full well that defeat was inevitable, this person seemed to be preparing to surrender.
Only in this way can the practice of playing underworld games be prevented from completely disappearing.
He pondered to himself that it wasn't that he couldn't accept these people's allegiance, especially Yu Zhensheng and Yu Tianheng, two subordinates at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, who were extremely valuable.
However, they all need to place restrictions on him, control life and death, and make the lineage of Yin Xi Shi completely become his most loyal dogs.
Just as He was pondering which vicious restriction to choose, He heard Yu Zhensheng speak again. His voice showed no shame of surrendering to the enemy, but rather an unusual openness and magnanimity.
"Jinglan, Zhuge Liang launched six expeditions to Qishan, knowing full well that it was impossible, yet he still did it. Do you know why?"
Yang Jinglan was taken aback.
"Because Zhuge Liang wanted to tell future generations that when doing things, one should not think about whether it is possible, but rather whether it is right or wrong."
Yu Zhensheng's eyes instantly became incredibly bright, like a precious sword that had been cleansed of its rust and was shining brilliantly in the raging fire.
Yu Tianheng also laughed loudly, his laughter filled with a heroic spirit that disregarded life and death.
"The show has started."
"Yes, the show has started."
The two men's sentiments left everyone present somewhat bewildered. Only Yama frowned slightly, as if he had sensed something. He did some calculations and discovered that the surrounding celestial secrets were chaotic and forcibly concealed by some kind of formation.
The next moment, 108 array flags fluttered, corresponding to 108 stars in the sky, as if the starry sky had been directly moved to the human world.
The figure of the old man from Niushan slowly emerged, holding the central array flag, commanding with composure, guiding the heavens.
"Since King Yama has come to the human world's theater once in a while, he will naturally prepare a grand show for you. The mere 'Exploring the Underworld Mountain' is far from enough."
"I wonder if my 'Louguan Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Refining Demon Flag Gate Grand Formation' suits your taste?"
……
"It's time to start the show."
The road to the underworld, the gates of hell.
Zhou Sheng slowly raised his eyes, the crescent moon between his brows shining brightly, illuminating his clear black and white face.
Thick ink lays the foundation of heaven and earth, while crimson sand, like cracked eyes, paints a picture of loyalty and rage.
His black face was like a demon in the night, and his white markings were like a guillotine distinguishing right from wrong.
After several years, he finally sang the role of Bao Gong again.
...(End of this chapter)