Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Ghosts have no way to refine the divinity of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

Nor is it possible for them to possess it.

Sanqing Temple.

A lady ghost, wearing a tricolored dress, with a pale face that reveals a hint of sadness.

Beside her followed a group of ghosts.

Among them were several ghosts with fierce auras.

Her expression was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Nightmare Lord, have you found that person?" a ghost asked Three Pristine Immortals.

"I have arranged for ghosts to go out. I don’t know if they have found him."

Three Pristine Immortals looked up at the distance and said softly, "Is he angry with me?

A few years ago, he fought a battle with the Yellow Springs Realm, and I couldn’t appear to help. Is he still blaming me because of this?"

She has always been concerned about this matter.

"Nightmare Lord, back then, you were gathering the power of the Nightmare Realm to reshape your body and couldn’t spare time to support him." The ghost beside her comforted Three Pristine Immortals.

"Alas..."

Three Pristine Immortals sighed softly, "I don’t know why, but I have lost contact with him."

Three Pristine Immortals used to be able to contact Mo Lin with a token, but she didn’t know what happened on Mo Lin’s side.

She simply couldn’t reach Mo Lin.

So Three Pristine Immortals guessed that Mo Lin was deliberately avoiding her.

"How should we deal with this thing?" A ghost pointed to a strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao suspended in mid-air, asking confusedly.

For this strand of divinity, the ghosts of the Nightmare Realm have fought several battles with the intruders.

Of course, Three Pristine Immortals was naturally fearless.

But this strand of divinity appeared in the Nightmare Realm.

It suppressed the power of the Nightmare Realm.

The power of Three Pristine Immortals couldn’t be fully unleashed, resulting in the current situation.

This strand of divinity is like a hot potato for ghosts.

Uneatable.

"How about sending this thing out?" Another ghost suggested to Three Pristine Immortals.

"Let’s wait a bit longer."

Three Pristine Immortals shook her head and refused.

"Let’s see if Lord Mo Lin comes."

Three Pristine Immortals murmured into memories: "I remember when I was still a little ghost, the master here was Three Nightmare Immortals.

Lord Mo Lin used to know the Daoist Skill of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao, and had once cast Daoist Skill to help me.

I feel this strand of divinity is destined for him."

To put it more bluntly, she is selfish.

She wants to see if Mo Lin will come to the Nightmare Realm.

She wants to reserve this opportunity for Mo Lin.

For that, she’s even willing to engage in several battles with the invaders.

Actually, she could completely avoid the fight; after all, a strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao doesn’t benefit ghosts.

It’s even a poison.

Three Pristine Immortals isn’t in a hurry to leave.

She just waits here... anyway, outsiders can’t come in.

Actually... if it weren’t for having a strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao suppressing the Nightmare Realm,

Three Pristine Immortals could have fully unleashed her power to erase those intruders.

....

An empty space.

About a dozen disciples of Jingming Daoism gathered here.

The people who come here are all formidable.

Ordinary disciples who come here can’t withstand the pressure of the Nightmare Realm.

"Hou Qi, what’s next?" Zhao Yuan asked the burly man in front of him.

The man has dark skin, muscular build, shorts, and a bare upper body.

He has bright red tattoos carved on him.

This man is from the Postnatal Race, named Hou Qi.

The tattoos on him are a mark of his bloodline.

He carries the bloodline of a Celestial God descendant.

Similar to the Six-Eared Race.

"Three Pristine Immortals is truly a mad ghost." Hou Qi cursed angrily.

"A strand of divinity from a Celestial God is of no help to ghosts.

It even suppresses the power of the Nightmare Realm.

Still, Three Pristine Immortals is unwilling to let us take this strand of divinity. Isn’t that outright crazy?"

According to the previous plan.

They came to the Nightmare Realm to help take away a strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

Helping the Nightmare Realm solve its troubles and gaining the favor of Three Pristine Immortals.

But now, the development is completely unexpected.

Who could have thought ghosts would want to keep a strand of Celestial God’s divinity?

A strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao, kept in the Nightmare Realm, is a harm for it too.

Really don’t know what Three Pristine Immortals is thinking.

"Leaving this strand of divinity from True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao in the Nightmare Realm is a tumor for the Nightmare Realm too."

Zhao Yuan mocked: "Three Pristine Immortals doesn’t know what she’s thinking."

The biggest problem now is Three Pristine Immortals.

If it weren’t for her interference, they would have smoothly obtained the strand of divinity and left.

During their conversation, a group of uninvited guests appeared in the distance.

Zhao Yuan and Hou Qi both became grave.

Six-Eared Mingyue arrived...

Everyone understood the current situation clearly.

Six-Eared Mingyue coming here is undoubtedly to snatch something.

Mo Lin stood beside Six-Eared Mingyue, confronting Zhao Yuan and Hou Qi in front of them.

"Out of the way." Six-Eared Hong pushed Mo Lin on the shoulder, squeezing him to the side, and then took Mo Lin’s place himself.

Six-Eared Mingyue noticed Six-Eared Hong’s action, slightly furrowing her brows, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Six-Eared Mingyue?"

Hou Qi pointed at the man beside Six-Eared Mingyue, asking: "Who is this person?"

"I know, he’s called Mo Lin." Zhao Yuan answered Hou Qi.

"Oh... so he’s Mo Lin..."

Hou Qi looked at Mo Lin and then said: "This guy is indeed worthy of being the first Destined Person, surviving the dangerous battle of Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain."

Mention of Mo Lin, everyone instantly recalled the battle at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain.

That battle engraved Mo Lin’s name in everyone’s mind.

"Six-Eared Mingyue, you were once the fiancée of the Postnatal Race.

Why do you keep holding grudges against us?" Hou Qi said slowly to Six-Eared Mingyue.

"Get lost..."

Six-Eared Mingyue’s white hand tightly formed a fist, snorting coldly.

"What happened back then was indeed my brother’s mistake.

But you can’t hold a grudge against our entire Postnatal Race because of that, right?" Hou Qi spoke again to Six-Eared Mingyue.

Six-Eared Mingyue narrowed her eyes, her body exuding killing intent.

"It was my brother who dumped you. If I have him apologize to you, would that work?

It’s been years, what’s past is past.

Stop bearing a grudge." Hou Qi spoke again.

"Past?

How can it be past?"

Six-Eared Mingyue said through clenched teeth, "He tricked me emotionally and stole my Magic.

I can never forget this for as long as I live."

Before she met Hou Qi’s brother, Six-Eared Mingyue was the heir of the Six-Eared Race.

Everything changed on the day of the engagement dinner.

Six-Eared Mingyue’s Magic was stolen.

Not some Upper Nine Streams Immortal Technique, nor Daoist Technique, but the true bloodline Magic of the Six-Eared Race.

It was taken away.

That night, a fierce battle broke out between the Six-Eared Race and the Postnatal Race in the South District.

Countless clan members died in that battle.

The battle lasted an entire month.

Only when a clan leader of the Postnatal Race died did things calm down.

Afterward, Six-Eared Mingyue had to retrain herself in Daoist Technique.

Completely becoming an outcast of the Six-Eared Race.