Chapter 1579: To Forge A Sword of Humanity

When he swung his two fingers, the virtuous became unfettered, and the benevolent became invincible.

Heads rolled, blood ran, and ghost gods fell.

It was at this moment the Six Paths cycled. There was no life, no destruction, no boundaries, no laws, no limits, and no absolutes. The heavenly beings fell into hell, the humans turned into evil ghosts, and the Asuras devolved into hungry ghosts. The cycle continued endlessly.

These strange phenomena all combined into a sword called Reincarnation.

The sword of Reincarnation clashed against the sword of virtue and benevolence. The Chief Libationist backed half a step and shed a single drop of blood from his fingertip. On the other hand, the Six Paths of Reincarnation collapsed utterly.

When the drop of blood hit the ground, it unleashed vast waves of clear light and swept clean all of the darkness and chaos. In the end, only a towering mountain stood in front of the Chief Libationist’s way.

The mountain was tall and massive. A bronze tree holding up a dark sky stood atop the bronze tree.

“The Mount Tai and the Bronze Like Tree are here?”

The Chief Libationist looked up at the mountain and asked indifferently, “In that case, where is King Taishan?”

The old Fengdu had a divine mountain called Mount Tai. It was the boundless foundation of the Underworld. The Bronze Like Tree grew on the mountain. It was the heavenly pillar that held up the Fengdu.

A ghost god resided at the peak of Mount Tai and beneath the canopy of the Bronze Like Tree. He was the lord of Fengdu and the emperor of all ghosts. His name was King Taishan.

“As you wish!”

As soon as the Chief Libationist finished, a grandiose voice boomed from the peak of Taishan. Then, a man dressed like an emperor and wielding a golden seal slowly walked toward him.

The Bronze Like Tree swayed as if in celebration, and Mount Tai rumbled as if in congratulations. The air of divinity and divine power surrounding the man grew stronger as a result.

“Why aren’t you kneeling before me?” King Taishan’s words were like the voice of hell itself. Countless voices filled the air, though the word “kneel” was the loudest and most resounding of them all.

The Chief Libationist did not respond. He simply shot the man on Mount Tai a smirk.

“Audacious human. I said,

kneel!

” As soon as he said this, the human-faced leaves on the Bronze Like Tree looked at the Chief Libationist and cried out at the same time. Profound light shook, and divine might reverberated at the peak of Mount Tai.

“Just because I called you ‘King Taishan’ doesn’t mean you’re a king. You know that right, monkey?” The Chief Libationist dug his ear while wearing a look of dripping scorn. “Besides, so what if you are a king? My whole life, I have revered the heavens and the earth and knelt to my parents, but never a ghost or a god.”

“So I ask you: Who are you to make me kneel?”

“The audacity!” King Taishan erupted in anger, and the anger of a ghost god was no joke. Heaven and earth switched places, stars shifted out of place, and the gigantic Mount Tai descended toward the Chief Libationist.

𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

“A man alone can rely on courage, courage alone can lift two Kunluns!”

The Chief Libationist slowly raised his right hand with his palm facing toward the sky.

Although the Chief Libationist was as small as a speck of dust compared to the gigantic Mount Tai, none could match his presence and aura. His courage was so bright and potent that even the sun and moon paled in comparison.

When the Chief Libationist’s right arm was fully straightened, dense courageous qi spilled out of the center of his palm without end. Reflections of Kunlun and the lands could be seen in the qi. Mount Tai abruptly came to a stop, and it was unable to progress even an inch further.

Seeing this, King Taishan gripped his golden seal and yelled, “I am King Taishan. Ghosts of Fengdu, heed my call and suppress this cur!”

The Bronze Like Tree shook its branches and leaves and pierced holes that seemed to lead to the Nether in the space, causing countless ghost gods to step into the human world. At the same time, countless cracks appeared on the massive Mount Tai spitting yin wind or yin fire, stray souls or wild ghosts...

For a moment, it truly looked like Fengdu had crossed the barrier and appeared in the human world.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The vast land underneath the Chief Libationist’s feet abruptly turned into nothing, and countless evil ghosts reached out from that nothing. They ripped and tore and bit into the old scholar’s flesh.

Despite this, the Chief Libationist stood tall and looked completely unperturbed. “If one’s mind is filled with worries and troubles of humanity, seek answers from the living instead of ghosts and gods!”

When the Chief Libationist’s voice boomed, sun, moon and stars shone in the sky, the land, mountains and rivers took form, the farmers tilled the lands, the herdsmen managed the animals, the laborers labored away, the merchants performed their businesses, and the students recited the books...

It was a picture of a prosperous age and a peaceful humanity.

“What do people desire? Wealth, health, and freedom from worries!”

As soon as the words “freedom from worries” left the Chief Libationist’s mouth, countless specks of light rose into the sky and combined into a sword. They were all voices of the red dust.

Looking not to ghosts or gods but to red dust, the people forge a sword of humanity.

The sword swung, and the flood of ghosts vanished into nothing, the towering Mount Tai was cut in half, the Bronze Like Tree was broken into pieces, and King Taishan was sent fleeing with his tail between his legs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” In response, the Chief Libationist dropped his raised palm. Rivers of red dust immediately engulfed the fleeing King Taishan and scattered him like dust.

“Chief Libationist!”

A bloodcurdling scream filled the air, and everything around the Chief Libationist faded away to reveal the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, it looked as if the chief Libationist had only taken a single step, or maybe not even that.

Therefore, everything that happened earlier was an illusion.

However, a drop of blood dripped from the Chief Libationist’s finger and hit the floor with a soft pop. As if on cue, every leaf and branch of the Bronze Like Tree yellowed and withered, and every bronze bell, iron token, silver sword, and golden seal on the tree turned dim and lightless.

Therefore, the fight that took place earlier was real as well.

What was reality, if not a mixture of truths and lies? What was illusion, if not a mixture of lies and truths?

“This is what you spent ninety nine years to learn, old ghost? Pathetic!”

While taunting his enemy, the Chief Libationist flicked a drop of blood at him. “This is a move I just picked up. You should give it a taste as well.”

As soon as the Chief Libationist said this, the drop of blood slowly turned azure in color and unleashed dense waves of light and myriad mirages.

In one mirage, a loyal, competent minister risked death and bloodshed to persuade the emperor onto the right course of action.

In one mirage, a lone general fearlessly marched to his death and fought innumerable battles that spanned fifteen thousand kilometers.

In one mirage, a wise scholar stopped an army of millions with his words alone.

The azure blood reflected unparalleled loyalty and courage, and the guiltless heart reflected a blue sky inside his chest.

Sensing danger, the Bone Scraping Yin Lightning joined with one another like dragons, and the Soul Scattering Nether Wind howled like a tidal storm. The wind fueled the lightning’s force, and the lightning lent the wind potency. The combination of the duo felt like the descent of the apocalypse.

At the same time, a blurry, pale white palm appeared amidst the wind and lightning.

The palm was pale and colorless, intangible and unreal.

Its five fingers were five Ghost Emperors. Their divine powers were terrible and intimidating.

Its palm was the eighteen levels of hell. Countless ghosts lay in hiding within it.

This technique was called the Ghost Hand of the Nether. It was one of the Ghost Ancestor of Mount Mang’s ultimate techniques and a manifestation of his great power.

The world grew dark when the strange images caused by the Bone Scraping Yin Lightning and Soul Scattering Nether Wind mixed. At the same time, the Ghost Hand of the Nether threatened to catch everything within its palm.

The Chief Libationist included.

However, the five fingers snapped at the same time, the yin qi dissipated like blood when it clashed against the Chief Libationist’s blood. At the same time, azure blood and clear light purified it all into nothing.