Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Overrun with Ghosts

. A graceful figure in white stood atop a tombstone in the cemetery, delivering a passionate speech.

“Fellow citizens, we can no longer dwell in this muddleheaded state. The yang energy of the human world is too terrifying for us. We must unite and seek help from the powerful beings of this world.”

“We know nothing about this world, how can we ask for help?”

“The powerful cannot be trusted. Although I lost my memory after taking Meng Po soup, I still vaguely remember being killed by an unreasonable and powerful being in my past life.”

“If even the powerful underworld doesn’t care about us, who else can? Are you trying to say this world is more powerful than the underworld?”

A few ghosts argued, but the majority remained in a daze, allowing their companions to argue.

The delirious spirits drifted freely, passing through tombstones, trees, and abandoned houses. They were incompatible with this world, unable to stop them, and unable to use anything.

Suddenly, the ghosts sensed a surge of yang energy nearby and fled in fear.

They were ghosts, possessing an extremely yin nature. Yang energy was their nemesis. A small amount of yang energy couldn’t harm them, but if they came into contact with excessive yang energy, they would likely dissipate into the universe and dissolve into the universe.

Normally, this shouldn’t happen, but two of the three men were clearly highly skilled, carrying yang energy that could threaten them.

The middle man, in particular, was in danger of being dissolved by his yang energy if he came even a little closer.

He was a ghost killer.

Only those ghosts who had attained immortality were unafraid of yang energy; they were merely ordinary ghosts awaiting reincarnation.

“That’s her!” Seeing the graceful figure in white standing on the tombstone, Du Ping recalled last night’s experience.

Ji Kongkong and Du Ping attacked simultaneously, but Ji Kongkong’s attack, as described in the report, missed, failing to strike the ghost.

Du Ping used his magical hand to grasp the figure in white, but he found he couldn’t touch anything. It felt like nothing, like air. The figure in white wasn’t being held by his magic, but something else.

Du Ping simply maintained a hollow grip.

The figure in white began to sizzle with white steam and wailed in pain.

Jiang Li quickly told Du Ping to let go.

“Your yang energy is too strong. You need to control it.” Jiang Li remembered what the Immortal Elder Changcun and the Old Buddha Xumi had said. He knew that ghosts feared the yang energy carried by the living.

It was Du Ping’s thick yang energy that immobilized the figure in white.

Ji Kongkong’s cultivation level was probably insufficient, and her yang energy was too weak to threaten the ghost.

Previously, only cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage had encountered ghosts and were helpless. Jiang Li speculated that only the yang energy of cultivators in the Fusion Stage could pose a threat to ghosts.

“Yang energy?” Du Ping and Ji Kongkong exchanged glances, unsure how to control it.

Jiang Li, having studied the soul and understood how to control yang energy, taught them the method.

While they were learning, the ghosts tried to escape. Jiang Li snapped his fingers, channeling a portion of his yang energy, encircling the graveyard, preventing even a single ghost from escaping.

The two quickly mastered the art of controlling yang energy.

The ghosts tried to vanish into thin air as before, but Jiang Li could still detect them with his divine sense.

They simply couldn’t see them, not disappear.

After realizing they had hidden themselves, the ghosts were still surrounded by Jiang Li’s yang energy, unable to leave. They sighed and reappeared.

“Everyone, it’s a rare opportunity to visit the living world, so why rush back to the underworld?” Jiang Li stepped forward, skillfully narrowing the yang energy, trapping the ghosts in a small circle centered on the white-clothed figure.

“What do you mean by ‘returning to the underworld?’ We’d love to go back, but we can’t,” a ghost muttered.

“I seem to remember you.” The white-clothed figure looked at Jiang Li hesitantly, her mind reeling from her past.

She vaguely remembered having a statue of this man in her home, worshipping him day and night as a symbol of faith.

Du Ping then realized that the white-clothed figure looked young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked very delicate.

She stood on a tombstone inscribed with the words “Qi Gufang, daughter of Qi Ming.”

In Jiuzhou, many people take their mother’s surname, mostly because the woman’s cultivation level is higher than the man’s.

“Do you know me? My name is Jiang Li, and I’m the Human Emperor of Jiuzhou.”

The white-clothed figure shook her head regretfully. “I’m sorry, I crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Mengpo Soup. I only have vague memories of my past life and ca

n’t remember who you are.” The white-clothed figure pointed at the confused and slurred ghosts. “These are ghosts who crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Mengpo Soup. They have no recollection of their past lives.

” “Perhaps it’s because I had cultivation in my past life that I can still remember a little, but only a little.”

The white-clothed figure pointed at the still-active ghosts. “They must have had cultivation in their past lives as well.”

“Xiaofang, how could you tell him everything about us when we know nothing about him?” One ghost was displeased when the white-clothed figure was about to reveal everything.

He remembered that in his past life, he was too trusting and was stabbed in the back, which made him wary of everything and felt that someone was trying to harm him.

“What do you mean by ‘knowing nothing’? Didn’t he introduce himself? My name is Jiang Li, and I’m the Human Emperor of the Jiuzhou World?”

The white-clad figure felt an inexplicable trust in Jiang Li, believing him to be a good person.

“Your name is Xiaofang?” Ji Kongkong asked curiously, as if he had just heard the name.

“I just made it up.”

“Oh.”

“How did you end up in the living world? Is there something wrong with the underworld?”

“Yes, the underworld is now overrun with ghosts. There’s no place for ghosts anymore.”

“What?” This answer surprised Jiang Li.

“All of us ghosts have been dead for over fifty years. I’m the youngest, only fifty years old, and I haven’t been reincarnated yet. I’m still waiting in line.”

“But didn’t you cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Mengpo Soup?” Ji Kongkong remembered that crossing the Naihe Bridge meant washing away the past, severing the causal connection between this body and the past, and drinking Mengpo Soup would make one forget everything about their past lives.

After completing these two procedures, it’s time to reincarnate.

If you’re still waiting in line, why cross the Naihe Bridge so early and drink Mengpo Soup?

“Originally, the Underworld stipulated this, but they changed the rules thousands of years ago.”

“I heard that because too many people and beasts died in the heavens and myriad realms, the number of ghosts in the Underworld has increased dramatically, while the number of living people in the heavens and myriad realms has plummeted, and the number of newborns is also decreasing.”

“Reincarnation into the animal realm is not so difficult. The number of wild beasts in the heavens and myriad realms is still considerable, but the human realm is not so easy. There is no room.”

“After we ghosts have settled our good deeds, we will be reincarnated into the human realm according to the rules.”

“But now there is no place in the world

of the living, so the Underworld has no choice but to let us wait for our opportunity.” “More and more ghosts are reincarnated into the human realm, and people’s hearts are becoming more and more chaotic. The Underworld is gradually unable to spare the manpower to manage people. They simply let us cross the Naihe Bridge first, drink Mengpo Soup, and forget our past lives. Then they can better manage us.”

(End of this chapter)