Chapter 2: The Flowers of the Other Shore, The River of Blood in the Underworld!_1

"Ding! The potential of 'The Grand Cosmic Scripture' has been fully tapped, you will not gain any more Divine Skills level through further reading."

Please change the book!

Just as Chen Chang'an was lost in his thoughts,

A voice echoed in his mind.

Upon hearing this voice,

Chen Chang'an couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

"Alas, its potential is completely tapped out."

In the past ten years, his gains from reading have been substantial.

However, there was an aspect that left Chen Chang'an feeling dismayed.

That is, the books in the library were not enough.

There were many, many books in the scripture depository.

They covered a broad range of topics, except for the art of Cultivation Techniques, they had almost everything else.

But, even though there were so many, after ten years of reading, almost all the books in the scripture depository that could grant Cultivation Techniques and Divine Skills have been read by him.

'The Grand Cosmic Scripture' was among the last few books whose potential had not been completely tapped.

Originally, Chen Chang'an had planned on using 'The Grand Cosmic Scripture' to elevate the Divine Skill of 'Demons and Gods Dao Scroll' to the eighth level.

But it seems now, that hope is lost.

However, level seven is enough when combined with other divine skills.

With this thought in mind, Chen Chang'an put away 'The Grand Cosmic Scripture' and quickened his steps.

In a short while, he arrived before a lone tomb overgrown with weeds.

On top of the tomb, there were several Spirit Fruits and Spiritual Wine offerings.

On the tombstone in front of the grave, six large regular script characters were engraved:

The Thirty-seventh Mountain Lord of Dao Treasury - the grave of Master Yang Han.

This was the grave of the old mountain lord. After he died,

Chen Chang'an had taken care of his last rites, and finally, in accordance with the old lord's wishes, had him buried here.

Upon reaching the grave, Chen Chang'an first knelt down and paid his respects.

Then he stood up, walked up to the grave and skillfully cleaned the weeds.

After sticking a few burning incense sticks,

He just sat quietly in front of the tomb.

"Old man, I've come to see you again."

"But, after this visit, I will descend the mountain."

"I can't help it, I didn't want to descend the mountain."

"But Li Daoran insists on obliterating your Dao Paths, so I have to go."

"Trust me, this time to descend the mountain, I will definitely find a disciple for you with extraordinary aptitude."

"And then let him continue the legacy of your Dao Treasury Mountain."

Passing on the legacy of Dao Treasury Mountain was the old lord's biggest wish before his death.

Chen Chang'an now carries this wish.

He didn't understand why the old man was so persistent.

But, the old man was good to him.

Since it was his wish, Chen Chang'an would fulfill it for him.

"However, old man, you might need to wait a while longer,

Before that, let me go and take care of something first."

After saying this, Chen Chang'an stood up.

Then, he slid his hand into his bosom,

When his hand emerged, he was holding a mask.

The mask was made of bronze, black as ink,

Just looking at its exterior was enough to send shivers down a person's spine.

However, when faced with such a terrifying presence, Chen Chang'an seemed unfazed.

The next moment, he put the bronze mask on his face.

The very second the mask was put on, Chen Chang'an's entire aura abruptly changed.

He was no longer the gentle, unrivaled gentleman,

But an endless demon god who seemed to have stepped out of Hell!

"Void Obliteration, Split!"

The next moment,

Only saw Chen Chang'an reached out and pointed in front of him.

Then, an endless surge of Dao essence emerged from him.

Then,

In a mysterious turn of events, a spatial vortex appeared out of nowhere in front of Chen Chang'an.

Seeing the vortex before him, Chen Chang'an did not hesitate and stepped in.

Humming!

The next moment he reappeared, he was thousands of miles away from his original location.

Here, Heaven and Earth were shrouded in darkness,

In the sky, a blood moon hung suspended.

Even though it was daytime, the place was oddly dark.

On both sides of the street, soldiers cloaked in black kneeled neatly in two rows.

It was utterly silent.

The only sound was the echo of Chen Chang'an's footsteps upon the gravel as he crossed through the middle.

Ahead of him, where Chen Chang'an appeared, stood a large gate.

The gate was adorned with the powerful words —

The Hall of Reincarnation!

Under the gate of the Hall of Reincarnation, eight ogres with green faces and fangs, exuding an aura of demonic evil, stood arranged in two columns.

They gripped their tridents, standing tall on either side, their eyes filled with defiance!

"Long live Emperor Song!"

As Chen Chang'an passed them, the eight ogres immediately knelt on one knee, paying their respects.

Their heads were lowered, not daring to meet Chen Chang'an's gaze. In their eyes was a deep reverence and respect for superiors!

"Emperor Song, Lady Meng Po and Lord Yan Luo are waiting for you in the Hall of Shadows. You may proceed to the hall directly."

"Hmm."

Chen Chang'an nodded and walked right past the eight guards.

With one step, he had already travelled thousands of miles.

On the other side, the eight door guards didn't dare to raise their heads until Chen Chang'an's figure disappeared from sight.

"Mother, that scared the life out of me, Emperor Song's oppression has gotten stronger. He wouldn't have broken through to the eighth realm, would he?"

"Who could say, five years ago, Emperor Song could pin down the Sword Master of the seventh realm of the Xuantian Sword Sect with just one sword and resist the mighty Buddha of the eighth realm of Buddhism."

"It wouldn't be impossible to say that he had broken through to the eight realm now!"

"I'm telling you, who spread the false news that Emperor Song would arrive later? How come he arrived so early?"

"We almost couldn't welcome him in time."

"Damn, if I find out who spread the false news, I'll show him!"

"All right, all right, stop making a ruckus. Let's get back to our posts first."

"Otherwise, if we miss handling another important individual, we might not be lucky enough to be standing here talking."

...

Meanwhile, Chen Chang'an, who had entered the gate, stopped by a black river rolling ominously.

A few very beautiful flowers on the riverbank swayed in the wind.

Underneath the roots of the flowers laid scattered remains.

It was eerie and fearful.

"Welcome Emperor Song."

Chen Chang'an didn't have to wait long.

Almost the moment he arrived at the river, a voice came from the river.

Then, in the middle of the river, the black water suddenly parted.

Following which, a chilling path that led straight underground appeared.

Seeing the path, Chen Chang'an stepped into it without hesitation.

Soon, he arrived in a grand hall.

In the center of the hall, a large stone table stood.

Around the table, were four chairs.

The chairs symbolized the four most powerful individuals in the Hall of Reincarnation apart from the mysterious Demon Master Yin Tianzi.

The Hall of Reincarnation held a lofty status in this world, it was the leader of the Demon Gate.

It was one of the "One Hall" among the Ten Sects, its status supreme!

Chen Chang'an started establishing his influence in the Hall of Reincarnation ten years ago, starting as a common soldier.

Eventually, he became the Master of one of the four major branches of the Hall of Reincarnation, the Emperor Song Hall, and was thus known as Emperor Song!

It had been five years since he became Emperor Song.

According to the rules of the Hall of Reincarnation, each of the four Hall Masters must attend the Imperial Council at least once every year.

This time, Chen Chang'an had come for this exact purpose.