Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 802 - 45 I am the Kite

Chapter 802: Chapter 45 I am the Kite

Chapter 802 -45 I am the Kite

The ascetics who had been tricked by Lin Ning had, after much effort, finally left the cave area through the entrance of the Dark River running beneath the ground.

They proceeded along a tributary of the Dark River and soon arrived at the main river channel. Now the problem they faced was, should they go upstream, or should they head downstream?

With a grand wave of his hand, Ishana ordered, divide the forces!

He sent half of the people to explore upstream, while he personally led the others downstream.

This route was one that Chen Lingyun and Zhao Yuanzhen had previously taken; therefore, the ascetics quickly passed the Coast of Walking Corpses, clashing fiercely with the sorcerers who were collecting Yin Ghosts there.

The sorcerers were numerous but lacked leadership. They were cornered and separated by Ishana using the Blood Storage Calamity Wave Cup and bombarded one by one with the Lin Ga Three-Pronged Spear, soon scattering in disarray.

After annihilating the sorcerers, the ascetics continued downstream along the Dark River and eventually reached a massive underground lake.

By this time, the chaotic battle at the Pure Land Sect’s settlement was drawing to a close. Those who were not up to par had been mostly eliminated, and the remaining strong had ceased attacking each other due to mutual wariness and instead started to deal with the various ghosts roaming within the settlement.

A large number of Yin Ghosts had drifted down from upstream, and the long-term mutual devouring among the various ghostly creatures within the Sect had spawned a horde of ancient ghosts, some hundreds or even thousands of years old, each with strange and terrifying divine skills, making the exploration of this area exceptionally difficult.

Upon arrival, Ishana immediately gathered his subordinates to inquire about the situation.

Though the ascetics were many, no one was specifically responsible for collecting intelligence, so the information relayed back was quite fragmented. However, Ishana quickly seized on a key point:

“Lu Country cultivators were defending a certain building, and after you joined forces with the sorcerers to attack, you did not find any items of value?”

“That’s right,” replied the ascetic, presenting a Jade Slip, “The room was filled with these things.”

Ishana pinched the Jade Slip between two fingers and examined it closely for a long time, eventually shaking his head in frustration.

He did not know what these things were, but he keenly realized that the reason the Lu Country cultivators defended that place was for these items—and their withdrawal did not appear to be due to an inability to hold the position but more so as if they had achieved their goal and no longer needed to continue the defense.

Following his subordinates to the Scripture Pavilion where previously Yun Jin and Ruoxi had been, he found that the place had been turned upside down by both the ascetics and the sorcerers. Subsequent infighting between the two groups had further damaged a significant part of it.

Standing amidst the ruined walls, Ishana could not discern any clues, yet his thoughts were gradually becoming clearer.

The sorcerers were of little concern, being a motley crew with easily discernible intentions. In contrast, the fewer Lu Country cultivators were secretive and odd, and it was uncertain what they were plotting.

First, he had to find this group of Lu Country cultivators!

At Ishana’s command, the ascetics turned their focus to searching for the Lu Country cultivators.

The Pure Land Sect’s Sect grounds were vast, and various fierce ghostly creatures wandered everywhere, ready to ambush the ascetics at any time—conversely, if a certain area was devoid of roaming ghosts, one had to consider whether sorcerers or Lu Country cultivators had passed through that place and cleared the ghosts in advance.

Thus, the extensive search network laid out by the ascetics gradually closed in on the location of the Lu Country cultivators.

In a distant place, Su Yunjin encompassed all the ghostly creatures with Tianhe Water, while Chen Lingyun took advantage of the situation to shake the Soul Summoning Banner, collecting all the drowned fearsome ghosts into the banner, feeling incredibly pleased.

She had already collected 3 Black Impermanences, 6 White Impermanences, 4 Bull Heads, and 5 Horse Faces. Upon returning, she merely needed to have them devour each other, and she would instantly obtain four ferociously powerful Netherworld officials.

As for various higher-level ghostly creatures like Hanging Ghosts and Starved Ghosts, there were so many that they nearly filled the Soul Summoning Banner.

“Which way to next?” Zhao Yuanzhen was growing impatient.

Not worrying about sisters enduring hardships but envying sisters who married into wealth and splurged freely. It was nothing for her not to obtain anything, but seeing Chen Lingyun full to the brim and thoroughly satisfied was a thousand times more unbearable than if she had made the trip in vain.

“It should be nearby,” Su Yunjin recalled from the scriptures, continuing to survey the area, “A pool with a waterfall, devoid of light and bottomless… Yes, this is the place.”

“This pool?” Xie Ruoxi asked in surprise, “Should we jump down?”

The pond in front of them had a diameter of roughly four to five meters, surrounded by shallow water with man-made waterfalls joining from the edges. The color in the center deepened from emerald green to azure blue and then to deep black, with no visible bottom.

“Let’s go down and take a look,” Su Yunjin activated a spell, encasing everyone with Tianhe Water before diving into the center of the pond.

Just as she had said before, the center of the pond was a passage leading to the deeper areas of the Sect’s grounds. The four descended about two hundred meters under the lake water and saw a plump white Bodhisattva lying at the bottom of the lake, with many Arhats floating around, displaying various expressions—crying, laughing, serene, fierce—each one strangely distorted.

The girls were all somewhat uneasy, but Chen Lingyun focused on the rosary beads hung on the chest of the Bodhisattva statue and quickly guessed that it was the core of the secret realm of the Pure Land Sect. She shook the Soul Summoning Banner, releasing a few drowned ghosts to swiftly head downstream, approaching the statue in an attempt to retrieve the necklace from its neck.