Chapter 2615: It's Really Haunted

Ye Chen held the blood-stained Xian Jian, standing tall and composed, watching Ji Mie Xian Zun depart for the Huang Quan. Every cause has its effect; those who live recklessly must eventually pay the price.

The world around them was eerily silent, almost terrifyingly so. The Xian Jun from all directions were still in a daze, staring blankly at Ji Mie Xian Zun's body, unable to believe that in just a momentary distraction, a Xian Zun had inexplicably perished.

After all, this was no ordinary Xian Zun. He had once ventured alone into the Mo Tu, slaying a powerful Mo Jun single-handedly—such a fearsome feat. Yet, this very Xian Zun had met his end without any warning, and strangely enough, no one else had been seen in the vicinity.

Ye Chen turned around and tried to use Di Dao Miao Miao to escape the Jie Jie, but the technique failed. He collided with the barrier, causing it to rumble loudly, and was forced to retreat.

"There is someone in the barrier."

A Xian Jun shouted in alarm, having detected someone attempting to break through the Jie Jie. Only then did they realize why Ji Mie Xian Zun had been darting around like a frantic rat—it was because a mysterious presence truly existed in this realm, and it must have been that entity that slew Ji Mie Xian Zun.

"Quick, reinforce the barrier."

"Send for reinforcements."

Shouts echoed from all sides, and soon, over a dozen copper pillars rose from the ground outside the barrier, forming an additional layer of protection on top of the existing one.

"How dedicated." Outside the barrier, Ye Chen popped a Dan Yao into his mouth and continued recovering from his injuries. Di Dao Miao Miao might not work, but that didn't mean he couldn't find a way out.

Pitifully, the group of Xian Jun were still convinced he was trapped inside, desperately casting spells with all their might. In just a dozen or so instants, they had added over a hundred layers of barriers.

Since the Xian Jun were being so thorough, he decided to oblige them.

He slipped up to one Xian Jun, sword flashing in an instant—strike and withdraw—and that Xian Jun was slain, his treasures swiftly looted. The whole process took no more than a moment; killing a Xian Jun was far easier than killing a Xian Zun.

Another Zhun Di fell, sending shockwaves through the surrounding Xian Jun, their faces paling. First, a Xian Zun had died in an instant, and now a Xian Jun—both vanishing without a trace. Anyone witnessing this would feel a chill; no one could tell who was behind the attacks—it was overwhelmingly dominant.

More blood sprayed forth.

The subsequent scenes were even more chilling. Wherever Ye Chen went, blood flowers bloomed, and a Xian Jun fell. It was swift and merciless.

In the end, among the dozens of Zhun Di in that realm, over half were cut down in the bloody chaos, their bodies scattered and blood flowing freely.

"Ghosts!"

The same howl of terror rang out. The Xian Jun had no heart left for reinforcing the barrier; they fled in panic, each one faster than the last, fearing that a moment's delay would send them straight to the Gui Men Guan.

Their movements were mystical, but Ye Chen's speed was astonishing, a blur like a Shen Hong. He caught up to one after another, showing no mercy, extinguishing them with a single sword strike.

Screams erupted again, echoing through the mountains and forests. One Xian Jun after another, fleeing for their lives, was slain in succession. No one dared to turn and fight; they wanted to engage, but couldn't even see their attacker, only witnessing bursts of blood flowers.

"Oh my mother!" Passing by, Huo De Xing Jun and Shui De Xing Jun had just emerged from a cave when they saw the scene and quickly ducked back inside.

"Saw a ghost, truly saw a ghost." The two peeked out side by side, watching the Xian Jun flee in droves, only to die inexplicably as they ran. It was horrific beyond words.

"There's no one around! How are they dying?" Shui De Xing Jun swallowed hard, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out; even up close, he couldn't spot the attacker.

"We have to get out fast. Bu Zhou Shan is too ominous." Huo De Xing Jun's face was deathly pale. If even Xian Jun couldn't hold out, what chance did they have?

As soon as he said it, both felt awkward. They wanted to leave, but the problem was finding the way out. Since entering Bu Zhou Shan, they had been lost, with the Qian Kun constantly shifting, no matter which path they took.

Ah!

Distant screams sounded again. Ye Chen was in a killing frenzy, striking down anyone in sight—Xian Jun or Xian Zun alike. Even the Xian Jian in his hand was drenched in scarlet blood, its Sha Qi thick and buzzing intensely.

The news spread quickly: There are ghosts in Bu Zhou Shan!

Immortals and Xian Zun still searching for Ye Chen heard this and raised their eyebrows. Ghosts? We are lofty immortals—since when do we fear ghosts? Ye Chen is far more terrifying than any ghost.

"How is that possible?" In a deep, dark forest, Dao Mie Xian Zun suddenly stopped, clutching a shattered Yuan Shen Yu Pai—the one belonging to Ji Mie Xian Zun. A broken jade slip meant Ji Mie Xian Zun was dead.

Like him, other Xian Zun such as Xu Mie Xian Zun and Tian Mie Xian Zun wore grim expressions, laced with utter disbelief.

Ji Mie Xian Zun had fallen? The one who could slay a Mo Jun was that powerful, yet he died in Bu Zhou Shan. How could such news be true?

So, the question arose: Who killed Ji Mie Xian Zun? An evil spirit of Bu Zhou Shan? The rumored ghost? Or perhaps Ye Chen?

They were puzzled and incredulous, and outside Bu Zhou Shan, Yin Ming felt the same. He had sensed Ji Mie Xian Zun's divine position collapse.

"Waste." The ruler of the Tian Ting spat out the word, his eyes bloodshot, a mix of heartache and ferocity.

It was fortunate Ji Mie Xian Zun had died early; if he had heard that, who knows what he would think. I emerged from self-seal for you, gave my all, even lost my life—and you call me waste?

In truth, Yin Ming's mind was clouded by rage. The Tian Ting had mobilized such a massive force, even pulling in border guards, all to hunt Ye Chen and vent his deep-seated hatred.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

Yin Ming howled madly, swinging his killing sword with abandon, losing all patience and seemingly ready to flatten Bu Zhou Shan with his army—he had become a madman.

"This guy is nowhere near Yu Di's level." Xuan Di's phantom sighed, emerging from the rock wall to scout again. Even through countless mountains, he could see Yin Ming. As fellow rulers of the Tian Ting, Yu Di's wisdom far surpassed his—Yin Ming was outclassed.

Shifting his gaze from Yin Ming, he looked toward Ye Chen.

That little stone spirit was incredibly dedicated, cloaked in the Bi Shi Xian Pao, cutting down enemies as he went, plundering treasures left and right. Countless Tian Ting experts had fallen to him, a bloody spectacle.

"Hong Jun, have I committed a sin?" Xuan Di's phantom stroked his chin, glancing at the Cang Miao. Lending the Bi Shi Xian Pao was destined to cause heavy losses for the Tian Ting.

But thinking it over, he felt at ease. Those Tian Ting troublemakers had provoked the wrong person; Ye Chen was no ordinary foe.

Indeed, Ye Chen was no ordinary fighter.

If it were another Er Chong Zhun Di, even with the Bi Shi Xian Pao, slaying Xian Jun—let alone Xian Zun—would be impossible. Not everyone was a heaven-defying prodigy like Ye Chen, killing Zhun Di as easily as child's play.

In a mountain valley, blood light flashed, and an old Xian Zun collapsed, eyes wide in death, fixed on Ye Chen with fear, confusion, and shock. Only in his final moments did he see Ye Chen's true face and understand the origin of Bu Zhou Shan's so-called ghost.

Sadly, he had no strength left to send a message, dying with regret. He had once fought alongside Yu Di to conquer the world, forging a glorious dynasty and countless legends, only to fall to a minor Zhun Di—how could he accept that?

"In your next life, don't provoke those you shouldn't."

Ye Chen sheathed his sword and moved on, his relentless slaughter cloaking him in a thick layer of Sha Qi. Whether he was a ghost or not was unclear, but he was undoubtedly a killing god.

Amid the swirling Yin Wu, he vanished once more, continuing his massacre. Behind him lay a trail of blood and bones, all from Tian Ting experts—he had slain countless numbers.

From above, the land was a scene of carnage, with bodies littering too many areas. The frightened Xian Jun scrambled for an exit, but like headless flies, they wandered aimlessly in Bu Zhou Shan, unable to find the way out.

Bu Zhou Shan was vast, its area rivaling Nan Chu, with mountains everywhere obscuring the view. Though many had entered, they were scattered. It wasn't just Ye Chen causing chaos; evil spirits and the mountain's hidden traps added to the turmoil.

In this dim night, accompanied by wails like those of malevolent ghosts, the misty Yin Wu mixed with blood, draping Bu Zhou Shan in a bloody veil.

In the blink of an eye, a new day arrived.

Outside, the warm sunlight bathed the earth.

Inside Bu Zhou Shan, there was no day or night—still gray and hazy, like perpetual dusk, with many areas like the forests shrouded in darkness.

"Where's the way out? Where's the way out!"

The Tian Ting immortals searched frantically, and their experts dashed about chaotically. They had abandoned any thought of hunting Ye Chen; all they wanted was to escape this strange forbidden land quickly, before it was too late.

"Dammit." In a deep mountain, Dao Mie Xian Zun and Xu Mie Xian Zun met up, their faces twisted in fury and a hint of savagery.

This Bu Zhou Shan forbidden land was infuriating. They had endured countless bloody battles when unifying the Upper Xian Realm with Yu Di, weathering storms galore, only to be trapped in a mountain. Not only had they failed to find Ye Chen, but they had also suffered heavy losses—what a humiliating defeat!

If Ye Chen were there, he could explain Bu Zhou Shan's Qian Kun to them: the more people entered, the faster the Qian Kun shifted, making escape even harder.

Want to get out? Stay still. The more you move, the more you disrupt the Qian Kun. Leaving in batches is the only way to survive.

But alas, everyone was on the move—from elder Xian Zun to junior Xing Jun, all restless souls. Some hunted Ye Chen, some sought treasures, some looked for exits. Almost every forest, valley, and blood river had figures darting about.

And outside, that ruler thought he hadn't sent enough forces, continually dispatching more waves into the mountain. The already chaotic Qian Kun grew even more unstable, shifting faster than ever.

Crack! Crack!

In a dark mountain range, these rhythmic sounds echoed.

It was Ye Chen again, sitting on a rock with his legs crossed, one hand holding a wine jug and the other clutching Dan Yao, munching them like peanuts. After robbing so many, he deserved to treat himself.

Once he finished the Dan Yao, he clapped his hands and summoned the Ding Hai Shen Zhen with a thought. Along with it came numerous Dun Jia Tian Zi, each gleaming gold—over a hundred in total.

These were his spoils of war, some embedded in magical tools, others on jade pendants. He had pried them all out and fused them into the Ding Hai Shen Zhen, making the iron staff roar even more powerfully.

"Robbed so many treasures—share half with me."

From a distant mountain, Xuan Di's phantom called out. He had watched Ye Chen kill for a whole day and was itching for action. If he could leave his mountain, he'd probably join the chaos.

"Not much to share." Ye Chen coughed, keeping everything tucked away tightly. I worked hard for this loot—why give it to you? If you want some, come out and get it yourself!