CHAPTER 518: CHAPTER 532: GHOST KING

"If someone tells you that in a hundred years, the world you live in will be completely destroyed, would you believe it?"

"If you reached a place that couldn’t possibly exist and a person who shouldn’t exist told you this, would you believe it?"

"Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Mu Can did."

"After all, based on his current understanding of the no-man’s area, the eye of this storm is definitely there."

"And the Heavenly Dao thief very likely knows a lot and is probably planning something in the dark."

"What exactly is going on? What kind of place is the no-man’s area?" While at King Yan’s, Mu Can hurriedly asked everything he wanted to know.

"Alas, have you heard about the era before ours?" King Yan replied with a sigh.

"I’ve heard of it, but wasn’t it said that no one can prove the existence of the previous era?" The Wu Ming he just met was very likely a person from the previous era, but Wu Ming’s memory seemed to have some issues.

"I’ll tell you, the previous era existed, and not just that, the eras before it, the Mythical Era and even the Ancient Times, existed too."

King Yan’s revelation alarmed Mu Can, it turned out that there were so many eras before his own.

"What about all those eras in the end? Why is there no trace left of them?"

That’s not right, if it’s as King Yan described, why is there not the slightest clue left behind? This is unscientific.

"It’s because they were all buried, some terrifying existences are hidden in the no-man’s area, anyhow, it is a grand game played with the myriad worlds as chess pieces. Now someone can’t continue playing and is ready to flip the chessboard, leaving no one immune to the turbulence a hundred years later."

King Yan felt indignation as he thought about how the current Supreme Interface is a mix of dragons and snakes, with various forces secretly contending. Now, there are those who don’t want to play and just want to flip the chessboard.

"Stop thinking about it, your strength is not enough, you should seek protection. Even being in the All Things Realm won’t ensure safety in this great catastrophe," King Yan looked at the pondering Mu Can and spoke.

He could already imagine what kind of astonishing power would burst forth when everything unleashed.

He estimated that the myriad worlds centered around the Supreme Interface would all be scattered in this great catastrophe.

"But rest assured, after the myriad worlds are all shattered, they will recreate a new interface. After all, even the giants need to survive."

King Yan looked at the shocked Mu Can and said.

But Mu Can was startled by King Yan’s words.

The All Things Realm is already the ultimate realm for cultivators at present, but even those at the All Things Realm can barely protect themselves, possibly even unable to preserve their own safety.

So, how would ordinary people survive through this catastrophe, and what about the other interfaces?

"I have conveyed the message, we may not be able to see each other in the future, but I have some good news for you."

"What good news could there be with the world about to end?"

"If you can endure this calamity, when Heaven and Earth restart, and the Laws of All Things are reshaped, the Great Taoist Rift on your body can be repaired."

King Yan looked at Mu Can and chuckled. He saw at first glance the deep rifts in the Great Tao on Mu Can.

This was a tricky problem, even he couldn’t completely cure it, and such a rift in the Great Tao was incurable.

Even if it were to heal, there would always be a scar left, which would limit Mu Can’s breakthroughs in the future.

"Mm, the junior will remember this." Mu Can nodded. The current priority was to spread this news.

Divine Wind Academy must be informed, and the venerable Lords of the Heavens need to be alerted too. Let those tall figures tackle the collapse of the sky.

"Then I will send you back," King Yan nodded, his only lingering concern being an obsession from his past life; otherwise, with his status as King Yan, he could certainly survive this grand catastrophe.

"Senior, may I ask one more question? If this great disaster isn’t a natural calamity but a man-made one, how many forces are involved?"

Mu Can asked one last question. Although it was not important, he just wanted to know.

"Several giants from the Ancient Times, a force that joined from the Mythical Era and the previous era, and other mysterious forces that even I am not clear about—nobody knows how many people still linger in the no-man’s area," King Yan gave a helpless sigh. He might have some status in Hell, but outside that, he was nothing.

"Well, I must hurry and send you off. If someone discovers that a living person has come here, even I would be in trouble."

Seeing Mu Can still wanting to speak, King Yan immediately interrupted.

Taking Mu Can to a well behind Yama Hall, King Yan gestured for Mu Can to jump into the well.

"Senior, are you sure this is safe? I don’t want to return as a baby," Mu Can felt a shiver run down his spine, what if the process of reincarnation began right here?

"Stop dallying, take this with you. If you reincarnated as a baby, who would deliver my message?"

King Yan handed Mu Can a piece of Talisman Paper and then kicked him straight into the well.

"Poor kid, I hope you successfully survive this great calamity. But isn’t it said that those with a Great Taoist Rift are jinxes?"

King Yan looked puzzled and confused just as a piece of tile, long neglected on the roof of Yama Hall, fell and hit him on the head.

"Alright, I take back what I said just now, this kid is a jinx," King Yan said with a helpless expression as he looked at the broken tile by his side.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Before Mu Can could finish his question, he felt as though someone had kicked him, and he fell straight into a well.

It was as if he had passed through a mysterious channel; through this passage, Mu Can could actually see the outside scenery.

Soul lights shimmered like stars in the space outside, emitting a mysterious radiance.

"Are these all souls?" Mu Can couldn’t help but be mesmerized. There must be at least hundreds of millions of souls here, right?

"They should be souls, but the old master once said that something seems to have gone wrong with reincarnation nowadays; these souls can’t be reborn," said Wang Cai, who appeared in Mu Can’s arms, poking his little head out and surveying the outside world.

Today’s experience was too mystical for both man and dog, who had actually uncovered the hidden truth behind the no-man’s land.

Somewhere outside Sin City, a figure dashed across the sky, and Mu Can thudded heavily onto the ground.

"Damn, what kind of Transmission Array is this? It’s totally unreliable."

Mu Can got up and quickly took Wang Cai back to Divine Wind Academy.

To their surprise, the dean and the others who had gone to explore the canyon had already returned long ago.

It turned out that as soon as they entered the canyon, they were teleported out by the Teleportation Array and had no way of going back in.

This meant that only Mu Can had accidentally entered the space connected to Hell.

Mu Can shared his bizarre experience inside with the dean and also asked the dean about the Ghost King.

Upon hearing about the events a hundred years later, the dean was instantly dumbfounded.

The person acting as King Yan in Yama Hall turned out to be the master of the dean’s master.

And the Ghost King had long been the mysterious protector of Sin City.

Led by the dean, Mu Can met the legendary Ghost King, who appeared to be a skinny old man, emitting no aura whatsoever.

However, Mu Can knew that it was precisely such a person who had the power to maintain order in the entire Sin City, and the elder’s cultivation must have already surpassed the All Things Realm.

Otherwise, King Yan certainly wouldn’t have let him pass on the message to him.

"Sigh, what should come will come," said the Ghost King with a sigh after listening to Mu Can’s description and looking at the now ineffective talisman paper in Mu Can’s hand.

"Elder, what exactly is going on?" The dean was still completely at a loss, and it seemed that the Ghost King must know something.

"Alas, I am someone who once walked out of the no-man’s land."

What? The dean was shocked. The respected Ghost King actually came out of the no-man’s land, so why was he in Sin City?

"Hehe, it seems like there are other old fellows like me who aren’t satisfied, eh? You guys don’t need to worry about anything else. Fifty years from now, Sin City will be sealed off, no entry or exit allowed.

This time it’s going to be an earth-shattering event," the Ghost King said with a trace of a sly smile on his face, seeming as though he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

...

Mu Can and the dean left the residence of the senior Ghost King completely baffled.

"What should we do?" Mu Can looked at the dean. Faced with such a significant event, he himself was at a loss.

"Listen to the senior Ghost King. The senior Ghost King has sheltered Sin City for countless years; over these hundred years, let everyone try their best in cultivation."

After returning, Mu Can sent Wang Cai to pass a message to Gao Tianzun before diving headfirst into the Cultivation Room.

In the span of three years, Mu Can broke through from the realm of beginnings to the Freedom Realm, a rate of progression that made everyone else feel ashamed.

Not only that, but after breaking through to the Freedom Realm, he continued to challenge and rose to the top of the Earth List.

His ranking on the Divine Wind List also reached fifth place.

This was truly a miracle.

There were even a bunch of Mu Can’s little fans within the Divine Wind Academy; many junior brothers and sisters regarded Mu Can as an idol.

"It’s still too slow." Who knows if knowing that Mu Can still complains about his cultivation speed being too slow would make them feel so ashamed that they’d want to end themselves.

Mu Can’s current life was even simpler than before: attending classes, cultivating, studying Alchemy, fighting within the Reincarnation Pearl.

Now, Mu Can’s opponents within the sixth layer of the Reincarnation Pearl had become nameless cultivators of the same level.

This was yet another brutal beating; Mu Can couldn’t even touch the hem of the nameless cultivator’s robe.