Chapter 0448: The Realm of Death Spirits

“Something happened to the fourth sister?!” Huang Long was shocked upon hearing this. He immediately stood up and rushed with Huang Wei and the others to the courtyard where Huang Yi lived.
Even before they arrived, they could hear painful screams from afar.
Huang Long dashed inside. Upon arrival, he saw Huang Xiong, Zhao Rong, Huang Yi, and Bogu—all of them looking worried as they stared at Huang Yi in the middle of the hall. Huang Yi’s face was pale, beads of sweat constantly dripping from her forehead, with faint black mist emerging on her face.
“What’s going on?!” Huang Long asked urgently.
“I was just chatting with Yi-er when suddenly she started screaming in pain. She said her head hurt. Long-er, please check what’s wrong with her! You must save her!” Zhao Rong cried anxiously, her face covered in tears.
Huang Long nodded and then used his spiritual sense to instantly enter Huang Yi’s mind.
In Huang Yi’s sea of souls, huge waves were rolling, and black mist had completely filled the sky above it.
“What’s this?!” Huang Long was shocked.
The black mist seemed alive. As Huang Long’s spiritual sense entered in the form of his physical body, it surrounded him, attempting to devour him with terrifying force.
Huang Long exerted all his celestial spirit power, his entire body glowing like a wall to block it out.
After keeping the black mist at bay, Huang Long spread his hands, and heavenly fire appeared. He then used his celestial spirit power to spread the fire. As the fire spread, the black mist seemed to sense its severity and kept retreating, eventually condensing into a black cloud.
Once the black mist formed into a cloud, Huang Yi’s once-turbulent sea of souls gradually calmed down. Huang Long used the heavenly fire to envelop it. Under the scorching heat of the fire, the black cloud let out agonizing screams and emitted a constant buzzing sound, like thousands of insects.
Huang Long was shocked to find that the heavenly fire created by his celestial spirit power could not destroy the black cloud immediately.
After a half-hour of confrontation between the black cloud and Huang Long’s fire, it gradually shrank and finally disappeared.
Seeing the black cloud vanish, Huang Long breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he thought things were over, his eyes narrowed. Where the black cloud had disappeared, another black mass emerged—first as a thin black thread, gradually expanding until it formed another black cloud.

After the black cloud recovered, it emitted a screeching sound like thousands of angry insects, then rushed violently at the Yellow Dragon. Seeing this, the Yellow Dragon used heavenly fire to destroy it once again. Yet, the black cloud kept reappearing despite being destroyed repeatedly by the Yellow Dragon. After several such cycles, its devouring power grew even more terrifying. The Yellow Dragon summoned the Five Prison Divine Cauldron, Thunder Gathering Vessels, and various other methods, but none worked. In the end, the Yellow Dragon’s divine consciousness had to retreat. As the Yellow Dragon withdrew its consciousness, the black mist around Huang Yi’s face grew denser. “Dragon, how is it?” Huang Xiong, Zhao Rong, and the others rushed forward anxiously, their faces filled with concern. The Yellow Dragon shook his head and recounted Huang Yi’s condition to them. Everyone in the Huang family paled. Could this strange black cloud even defeat the Yellow Dragon?! Looking at Huang Yi’s pained expression, the Yellow Dragon suddenly remembered the words Bi Shap had said when rescuing the members of the Huang family: “Yellow Dragon, don’t think you’ve won this time!” Back then, the Yellow Dragon had found it strange—what did Bi Shap mean by that?! However, when rescuing them, the Yellow Dragon had used his divine consciousness to examine their bodies and found no abnormalities in Huang Yi’s mind. So what was going on?! Frowning in worry, the Yellow Dragon wondered what this black mist really was—something he had never heard of even in his experiences. “Brade, do you know the origin of this black mist?” The Yellow Dragon noticed Brade pondering nearby and asked. The Yellow Dragon had not been in this world for long, but Brade had lived for dozens of ages and should know. “Young master, if I’m not mistaken, this isn’t black mist—it’s called a Mist Fiend!” Brade said solemnly. “Mist Fiend?!” Hearing that Brade knew the origin of the black mist, everyone looked at him hopefully. Brade continued, “This Mist Fiend is a creature from hell, existing only in the realm of death spirits. It appeared for some reason over fifty ages ago during the ancient times, causing chaos in the hellish realm of death spirits. It’s extremely terrifying—many times worse than the Soul Worms. Mist Fiends especially love to devour souls, particularly the dead souls of the undead. Once they have devoured enough, they can take shape. It’s said that a formed Mist Fiend is even more powerful than peerless warriors.” “Worse than Soul Worms?!” Everyone’s expressions changed upon hearing this. Soul Worms were creatures that made even the gods in the divine realm tremble in fear, and even peerless warriors couldn’t endure their torment—so what could this Mist Fiend do?! Zhao Rong looked at Huang Yi, her voice filled with sorrow. “What happened after that?” the Yellow Dragon asked, intrigued.

At that time, the Hellish Death Spirit Realm was in chaos. So, how did that misty horror disappear?!
Now, there’s no trouble in the Hellish Death Spirit Realm.
“Later, it was the King of the Death Spirit Realm himself who stepped in to eliminate that misty horror. However, I don’t know how he managed to do it,” said Bradd.
“The King of the Death Spirit Realm!” Huang Long’s eyes sharpened.
Bradd replied, “Yes. But for the young master to ask this king to save Miss Huang Yi, it won’t be easy. I heard that the King of the Death Spirit Realm even disrespects the Hellish God Lord.”
“Disrespects the Hellish God Lord?!” Huang Long was shocked.
“That’s right. Rumor has it that the King of the Death Spirit Realm comes from the Chaos Divine Plane!” Bradd said.
The Chaos Divine Plane!
No wonder the king of this realm, a supreme god at the highest level, would dare to disregard even the God Lord.
This indeed posed some trouble.
Huang Long went over to Huang Yi, pointed at her, and sealed her consciousness, putting her into a dormant state. Then, using his immortal power, he trapped and sealed that misty horror in her mind.
However, this wasn’t a long-term solution.
Also, keeping someone’s consciousness sealed for too long was harmful to their soul.
“Young master, shall we go to the Death Spirit Realm now?!” Bog asked.
Huang Long nodded. Huang Yi, his fourth sister, must be saved. Though he knew it would be difficult to get the King of the Death Spirit Realm to help, he still had to try. According to Bradd, this was the only one who could solve the problem for now.
“Bishop!” A cold glint appeared in Huang Long’s eyes.
“But how does Bishop have that misty horror?!”, Bradd wondered aloud. “Weren’t those horrors completely destroyed by the King of the Death Spirit Realm back then?”
Huang Long also fell into deep thought. Why did Bishop plant that misty horror only in Huang Yi and not in the rest of the Huang family? Or did Bishop only have one such horror?
After realizing that only the King of the Death Spirit Realm could eliminate that horror, Huang Long and the others left Cana City without hesitation and headed toward the Death Spirit Realm.
After the death of god-tier powerhouses or ordinary people from various planes or dimensional spaces, if their souls didn’t perish, they would transform into undead and appear in the Death Spirit Realm, under its control.
The Death Spirit Realm existed within Hell yet was separate from it—a special realm within Hell.
Why was it special? Because it wasn’t under the rule of the God Lord; its supreme ruler was the King of the Death Spirit Realm.

Kana City is on the Pad Continent, while the Death Spirit Realm is not among the Five Continents; it lies in a special space on the edge of them. According to Bradd, this space has existed since the formation of Hell and is said to have been created by some supreme god. This special space is connected to all five continents, and it can be entered from any of them. The group hurried forward and soon reached the edge of the Pad Continent. “Young master, the gate to the boundary of the Death Spirit Realm is right ahead,” Bradd said, pointing forward. Huang Long followed Bradd’s gaze and saw a huge gate ahead—more accurately, an entrance. The entrance was several miles wide and a thousand feet high. From its entrance, wisps of faint mist drifted out, tinged with pale yellow and grayish-white. “Is this death energy?” Huang Long asked. Death energy is a special kind of energy in the Death Spirit Realm, formed over time by undead beings, and it exists only there. “Yes, young master,” Bradd replied respectfully. “Let’s go in,” Huang Long said, then took off first. The others followed closely behind. The moment they entered the Death Spirit Realm, they felt their bodies shake. At first glance, it was a pale gray world. Hundreds of meters above the ground, the air was filled with this pale yellow, grayish-white death energy. The higher they went, the denser the energy became. After thousands of feet, it even condensed into clusters, resembling clouds of stone. Huang Long and the others had to fly at a lower altitude, around 100 meters up. In the Death Spirit Realm, plants on the ground are usually pale gray, with few other colors. Not only plants but even the rocks and soil share this color. After flying for a day, aside from the sparse pale gray plants on the ground, they encountered nothing else—no human undead, not even any animal undead. Huang Long and the others were puzzled. Bradd explained, “In the Death Spirit Realm, undead beings usually live in dead cities and rarely leave them, because outside the dead cities live soul-devouring beasts, creatures dedicated to devouring undead.” “Devouring undead entirely?” Bog asked in confusion. “Then doesn’t the King of the Death Spirit Realm care about this?” This was similar to the Mist Fiends, which devour the souls of undead, while these soul-devouring beasts consume the entire undead being. “Care? The King of the Death Spirit Realm not only doesn’t care but also orders that the city soul masters not slaughter them, because these soul-devouring beasts were placed in the Death Spirit Realm by the King himself,” Bradd explained.