Chapter 105: Earthquakes and Catastrophes, A Calamity Among Calamities – The Dead Spirits of the Netherworld

“Perhaps, the love between Wei Lingfeng and Qiong Yesi should never have existed, for people in this world would never allow it. Yet they fell in love regardless of everything, their love so profound and moving… Ignoring everything else, in their hearts, there was only each other.”
“For the sake of his beloved, Wei Lingfeng once challenged the entire world, giving up his most noble status as the leader of the demon race, as well as the demonic sect he had painstakingly built. To him, nothing else mattered. In his world, the only thing he cherished was every gesture and smile of Qiong Yesi.”
“And Qiong Yesi, to protect their true love, gave up the glory of the immortal race and wandered the world with Wei Lingfeng, living under the pursuit of everyone else.”
“Though their life on the run was hard, they were happy, for in their hearts, each other’s images were deeply engraved, filled with warmth. The pursuit by countless people could not make them give up on their love. On the contrary, those seemingly hopeless trials only made their love more obsessive. For this brief period of wandering, they truly thanked the heavens for their grace…”
“Finally, the tragic event happened. Wei Lingfeng and Qiong Yesi were forced to the Moon Warehouse by the nine major sects of the three realms. That day, there was no moon—perhaps the moon feared witnessing true love vanish from this empty world, so it covered its eyes with clouds… But the absence of sight did not mean it hadn’t happened.”
“For the love in their hearts, they sacrificed their lives, forgetting the vanity of the mortal world, and lay quietly on the cliffs of the Moon Warehouse Mountain. As everyone left, a fierce cold wind blew across the sky, and the weather in September turned gloomy. For their perseverance, pure snowflakes fell from the heavens…”
“That sincere affection, that deep love, could move heaven and earth… Yet beneath this perseverance lay endless sorrow for the next cycle of rebirth—the cursed love of being separated despite true affection. Perhaps this story isn’t over yet. I can’t write its ending. That sorrow, that beauty, could melt even the coldest hearts. With a glimmer of hope, I think the next story will be perfect. Perhaps the laws of the gods can indeed be changed.”
She gently closed *Cursed Love*. By now, Tianjiao didn’t know how many tears she had shed, but her heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife, as if soaked in vinegar for ten thousand years. As the God of Creation, the one she had always worshipped—why did he impose such a tragic curse on a pair of lovers? Perhaps the absence of sight didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. One person’s understanding couldn’t represent the thoughts of ten thousand others. Regarding that true demon on earth, Nie Ren, Tianjiao now felt—how pitiful he was.
Outside, the sunrise slowly rose. In just one night, Tianjiao had read the entire love story of Nie Ren and the celestial maiden, as well as Wei Lingfeng and Qiong Yesi in the book. Now, she sat blankly on the bed, constantly asking herself—does such love really exist in the world?

Time, after all, would not stop moving. With just two days left in the month-long martial arts competition, the final sixteen contestants stood on the arena, awaiting further draws to determine who would advance. Two days later, the true champion of the world would be decided here. On this arena were the leaders of various schools of the righteous path in the world, as well as elder figures. Of course, the Qingyin Yage and the Buddhist sect did not participate in this competition. The leaders of the demonic sects, along with Tianlong, Huofeng from the Tianlong Altar, and some guardians, were also present. Of course, Liu Yi was the only one who stood on the arena, belonging neither to the righteous path nor to the dark demonic path. At the same time, the judging old man came over with the prepared bamboo sticks… Just as the drawing was about to begin, a deafening noise was suddenly heard—so distant yet intense, seemingly from some massive explosion, otherwise such a loud sound wouldn’t have traveled so far. Everyone inside and outside the arena stopped whatever they were doing and looked in the direction of the noise. It came from the southwest, seemingly from the territory of the demons. In an instant, the sky was covered by powerful demonic energy rolling in. But upon closer inspection, it seemed not to be from the demon territory, but rather from Fengdu Ghost City, even further away. Fengdu Ghost City was under the jurisdiction of the demons but not within the influence of the demonic sects or the Hidden Sects or the Blood Sect. It was governed by the political underworld. The surging demonic energy seemed to be coming from that direction and rapidly approaching Flora Villa. Everyone stared intently at the powerful demonic energy rolling in. What was this? As everyone was puzzled, a black light flashed quickly above their heads and descended toward the arena. A swordsman dressed in demonic attire suddenly knelt beneath Aotian’s corner and said, “Master, something terrible has happened! There was an explosion in Fengdu Ghost City nearby. Countless undead creatures, carrying the Nine Nether Poison Miasma, have rushed out. Our disciples are fighting hard to resist, but the poison miasma is too powerful, and many of our brothers have been killed or injured.” At that moment, the Wolf King rushed onto the arena and said, “What did you say? Nine Nether Poison Miasma?” Everyone was stunned by this middle-aged scholar who suddenly appeared. No one knew who he was, but some recognized him as the guardian beast of the three realms—the Wolf King. Those who knew the Wolf King were Tianlong and Huofeng, the masters of the Tianlong Altar. They had been standing beside Aotian the whole time. Tianlong wore green clothes, looking like a middle-aged scholar, but his eyes revealed something sinister. He was strong-built, holding a long green sword. As for Huofeng, she also seemed middle-aged, dressed in red, exuding charm, with eyes as clear as spring water. Though appearing middle-aged, she carried a different kind of allure.

As soon as they stepped onto the arena, they saw the Wolf King, but they didn’t dare to attack him at first, because beside the Wolf King was not only that mysterious man but also Qi and Lin, whose cultivation levels were second only to his own. It seemed that Qi and Lin were acting as guardians for the mysterious man, while the Wolf King’s status was clearly even higher than theirs. There weren’t many members of the demon race present either. If a fight really broke out, they couldn’t guarantee they could defeat their opponents, and even if those opponents tried to flee, it would be difficult to catch them…
At that moment, Liu Yi stepped forward abruptly and asked, “Teacher? Is there something wrong?”
The Wolf King nodded and said, “The force of that explosion just now definitely wasn’t man-made. In my memory, this Nine Nether Poison Miasma can only be found in the deepest depths of the eighteen layers of hell in Fengdu Ghost City.”
Aotian stepped forward eagerly and said, “Please continue, sir.” His anxiety was evident—of course, he had reason to be anxious. Fengdu Ghost City was the closest to his demon sect. Now that those Nine Nether undead had emerged, carrying the Nine Nether Poison Miasma with them, he was naturally the most worried. If this issue wasn’t resolved quickly, his demon sect might be destroyed by that poisonous miasma.
The Wolf King nodded again and said, “If we’re to find an origin for this, it dates back tens of thousands of years…”