The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

A dull, black iron lock with visible rust marks appeared in the hands of the slowly advancing young man.

An immortal artifact, the Soul Hook!

“I was initially puzzled, King’s Consort, thinking that you must have gotten knocked in the head. It turns out that you have an immortal artifact in your possession. It’s no wonder you dared to be disrespectful to this old man. However, if you believe you can subdue me with the aid of an immortal artifact, you’re welcome to try.”

A harsh, shrill, and old voice resounded, echoing throughout the Underground Palace. The deathly red light from the white lanterns, glowing with an ominously red light floated out from the prison chamber- now a sea of blood, only to be utterly incinerated by the blazing sun fire that spread beneath Feng Qing’an’s feet.

“Fellow Daoist Feng, don’t listen to this old ghost’s words, don’t be impulsive!”

At this moment, Feng Qing’an, who was free to move in the Ghost Nation and even held a certain status, had become the group’s only hope for escape.

Although Feng Qing’an, holding the immortal artifact, seemed to possess the strength to fight, everyone present, those who knew him as well as those who did not, hoped that he would come to no harm.

“Feng Qing’an, calm down.”

As Feng Qing’an passed by the prison where the true heir of the Star Lodging Sect was held captive, the blonde girl, holding onto the railing made from Spiritual Gold, called out loud.

“I’m calm!”

The young man let out a soft sigh. How could Dong Huang be unaware of everything that happened here? His presence here was not only his own will, but also Dong Huang’s command.

Regarding the old ghost who was at the top of the ghost kings, having such a subordinate was commendable, but Dong Huang had long become displeased with this old ghost.

He appeared respectful, but was always deceitful and shifty. While enjoying his noble status in prison, he did nothing. How could Dong Huang, being a great ruler, indulge such a ghost?

However, as the ruler of a nation, Dong Huang couldn’t behave like the insane ghost creatures, acting at will. The ghost king admired strength, but he was not a fool.

She needed a good reason. Otherwise, if she simply killed a top ghost king, would other ghost kings join her in the future?

Thus, this group of prodigies was thrown into prison. These prodigies, who were cultivators possessing special physiques, were considered valuable nourishments to the ghost king, even if they were quite weak. Dong Huang was certain that this old ghost would not be able to restrain himself and would secretly take action.

And indeed, how could the old ghost who had reached his limits in terms of lifespan and power resist the opportunity right under his nose.

“King’s Consort, you indeed possess extraordinary courage. It’s been quite some time since anyone dared to step into my ghost domain.”

When Feng Qing’an entered the prison filled with enveloping blood mist, what he saw was a boundless sea of turbulent blood.

The originally square prison cell, and the prisoners from Ice Emperor Palace who had been struggling within it, had disappeared. All that remained were countless white lanterns hanging in the sky and the surging sea of blood, filled with infinite resentful souls and ghosts screeching and struggling.

“Where’s the Su True Transmission?”

The radiance in Feng Qing’an’s eyes was brilliant. After a sweeping glance around, his brow furrowed. With his eyesight, he couldn’t locate the Su True Transmission. That meant that she had been isolated in a different space, and the place he was currently standing in was a separate domain.

“Su True Transmission? You mean that little girl? She was indeed delicious, but as to where she is now, I have no idea. She could be within any of these lanterns. If you want to save her, why don’t you give it a try?”

“There’s no need for that. Once I kill you, this sea of blood will naturally collapse.”

Scarlet-gold divine patterns spread across the young man’s fair cheeks. A surge of flames sprang from his back, transforming into ten beams of light. Where he stood, all impurities and sinister aura were completely evaporated.

“Your Highness, I wonder if you’re audaciously confident, or just ignorant and fearless. Do you think the sea of blood beneath your feet is not real?”

The old ghost was rather disgruntled at Feng Qing’an’s reaction. This was the domain that he had cultivated over nearly a thousand years and it was also his greatest reliance as a top ghost king. Of course, if there was an opportunity for him to survive a heavenly tribulation, it would also be his support for passing the tribulation.

“Old ghost, the situation here should be separated from the outside world, right? The fellow daoists outside shouldn’t be able to see what’s happening in here.”

“Of course they can’t see. If Your Highness has any methods that you don’t wish these children to see, you can use them here to your heart’s content. As long as you don’t kill me, no matter what you do, those outside won’t be able to see!”

“Then I can rest assured!”

Feng Qing’an nodded, a relaxed expression appearing on his face. Immediately after, in the incredulous gaze of the old ghost king, green-golden scales abruptly appeared on his cheeks and spread to his chest and limbs.

The young man’s figure underwent rapid changes, and his vitality increased at an inexplicable speed. Two lumps swelled up on his back, and with a “tear” sound,

A pair of white wings spread out behind him, and his handsome and masculine face distorted, transforming into a majestic dark blue Dragon Head.

The aura that the old ghost had initially not regarded as significant inflated rapidly, instantly advancing to the realm of demon kings. The divine and holy aura made the old ghost extremely wary, and also puzzled him beyond comprehension.