Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 501-Chapter 600)

The Dark Queen told him about everything that happened near the Gate of Hungry Ghosts, but it was completely different from what Gu Yanying had said. She confessed that she killed the Marquis of Ruyi and everyone else, but even she did not disclose Xiao An’s identity.

“Very good!” The sect master revealed a sunken smile. “Do these whelps really think the world of cultivation is filled with happiness, a place where they can be at ease and lengthen their lives? Have you captured their souls?”

“Yes.”

“Torture them first and see if you can force out anything useful from them, then send them off to be sacrificed to the Myriad Ghost Banner. If you can overcome the heavenly tribulation, the position of sect master will definitely be yours in the future. The Myriad Ghost Banner will end up in your hands sooner or later. Turmoil is about to arise. The principles of the cultivation world have been twisted by the Great Xia empire for so long. It’s about time for it to demonstrate its true colours.”

The sect master revealed his ghastly-pale teeth as he grinned silently.

Xuanyue shivered, shrinking into the Dark Queen’s arms.

The Dark Queen stroked Xuanyue to comfort her as she thought, Master, even if you refuse to give me the position of sect master, I’ll never accept your decision. You have no idea how my child has turned out. Although she’s lost her identity as a human, it’s nothing compared to the power she’s obtained.

Yue’er, oh Yue’er. You are my flesh and bone. Even if you’ve turned into white bone, you’re mine. You’ll return to my side one day! If we work together, the Green province is ours.

……

To the boundless Hungry Ghost realm, a Corpse King’s death could only be considered as a small splash. It could not create too big of a disturbance, so it settled down very quickly.

However, the appearance of the white flames kicked up a ripple that spread into the distance rapidly.

After who knew how long, a wisp of black smoke sailed across the sunken sky, shooting off into the distance. A mountain range stood several hundred kilometers long like a colossal beast crouching on the horizon.

Only by arriving closer could someone realise the mountains were not mountains, but an actual, colossal beast. More accurately, it was the remains of a colossal beast. It was impossible to imagine just how powerful and terrifying it had been when it was still alive.

Vicious, bone spikes of various sizes jutted straight into the air like mountain peaks. In particular, the lone horn on the colossal beast’s skull was unscalable.

Figures stood atop the lone peak. They varied in appearance and size, but their auras were all similarly strong, even greater than the Corpse King’s. They were currently holding a discussion.

“What’s happened? Why have we all been summoned here so urgently?” Some were perplexed.

“What? The legendary white holy fire appeared?” Some were bewildered.

“It’s just a legend, isn’t it? The colours of flames vary in the first place. As we stand in the trichiliocosm, no one can be too powerful, so how can they destroy the Hungry Ghost realm? It’s merely a Corpse King. If he’s dead, then he’s dead. Do we really have to assemble over something as small as that?” Some were scornful.

“Cough, cough. All of you, shut up! What a ruckus. Do you want me to eat you all?”

A hunched-back figure arrived on the huge horn with a walking stick. He was wrapped in white bandages as he carried a few large flags on his back, all depicting vicious beasts.

His first sentence was as feeble as an old man on his deathbed, but what came afterwards seemed like the colossal beast below them had revived. It was a roar, shaking up the surroundings.

All of the undead fell silent and bowed towards him frantically.

He raised his walking stick and ordered, “Open a Gate of Hungry Ghosts as soon as possible and enter that world!” His voice became weak again. “Cough cough, only the young and weak will overlook legends.”

The undead dared not ignore him. They all stated their ideas, “The trichiliocosm has its laws. If we forcefully enter, we’ll be suppressed by that world, which will be extremely detrimental to us.”

“Even if we open a Gate of Hungry Ghosts, we can’t enter that world. However, there seems to be a sect called the “Umbral Yin sect” in that world that is closely connected to the Hungry Ghost realm. We can make a deal with them.”



“If we use the undead from that world, the suppression we’ll face will be weaker.”

“He” said, “Find undead from that world. It’s fine if they’re a little weaker. We can feed them slowly. Go contact the Umbral Yin sect and give them what they need, or even support them in becoming the rulers of that world. Our condition is that they must kill the owner of the flames.”

He tapped his walking stick, and his voice suddenly became deafening. “If none of that works, then have the Hungry Ghost realm devour that world!”

Volume Afterword

It’s been a very long time since I’ve written an author’s word, so let’s use this opportunity to say something. However, despite being an author who’s written several million characters, I always find it difficult to express what I want to say every single time. How strange!

What should I say? Can I make it moving? Can I make others smile?

If I can’t, then what’s the point?

I’ve never been a confident person, but I do have a great pile of things I take pride in!

I proudly believe that I can reach beyond the nine heavens some day and pluck the moon and stars from the sky. Afterwards, I’ll lower my head and discover I’m just at the level of the “‘Three Talents of the Crouching Ox’”. I’ll ask myself with a bitter smile whether I can call someone “strong” if they can just kill a tiger with a single punch.

As a result, when I see comments of criticism, I’ll read through them all carefully if they have substance.

But when I come across some over-the-top praises and commendations, I’ll regularly stop reading half way out of embarrassment, giving it an upvote before closing the window. Woah, I can relax a little. I’m very happy, but it feels so embarrassing!

As a result, I often can’t even bring myself to ask for things like votes. I always have to pluck up my courage and cast away my shame every time I ask. Hah, it’s like a confession! Hehe, please view my requests for votes like how you would face a confession! Even if there aren’t votes, at least you can say “you’re a good person”!

Anyway, I want to become better, so good that I can eliminate this feeling of lowliness and inability, so good that I can confidently accept these praises.

This volume is the shortest volume of Legend of the Great Sage. I’ve written exactly what I’m least skilled in and least inspired and passionate about, but it is the most complete. It has the complete composition of a piece of writing, filling in holes, digging new holes, twists, suspense, and the development and closure of foreshadowing clues.

In writing, this is a summary of one and a half million characters, using a very clever way to realise my attempt at the ordinary~

I don’t lack inspiration or writing style. I need this ordinariness. Another word for it would be “foundation”.

To me, this has been another case of practice and improvement. I believe I can offer up an even better novel now.

Actually, if I wanted a better income and results, I would continue to use my talent to write female characters and write a love story of ambiguity. That should be the more correct choice. Instead, it shouldn’t be abandoning what I’m good at to go for what I’m bad at, writing a story of levelling up and battle.

However, I won’t be able to reach beyond the nine heavens like this.

Don’t be confused by why I’m dripping with sweat, digging around randomly in the soil. I’m currently cultivating a plot of land. Don’t be confused by why I’m burying steel and rocks underground. I want to build a proper foundation so that I can construct a great skyscraper.





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