Chapter 468: Heaven Earth Mystical Land, the Souls Patrol the Heavens

in a remote place.an ancient city lay scattered with buildings few and far between. in the marketplace, only a handful of structures remained standing. the dark night blanketed the place, and there was barely a cultivator in sight.

qi yuan stood cloaked in darkness, his face obscured. as his divine sense swept over the marketplace, he murmured to himself.

“there’s barely anyone here—it doesn’t feel like the sixth heaven at all.”

in the sixth heaven, the immortal dao flourished; every marketplace teemed with people, shrouded in a mist of immortal energy. here, however, everything was bleak and somber, as if it had long been abandoned.

the paths of the marketplace were neither clean nor tidy. broken stone slabs lay scattered in the mud, and there was a faint odor of stale urine lingering in the air.

as qi yuan stepped into the marketplace, an eerie ghostly flame flickered ahead.

suddenly, a short figure appeared, hunched over like an elderly woman, shrouded in a drab gray robe with a mask covering her face.

“young man, are you here to try your luck in heaven earth mystical land?” the gray-robed woman rasped, her voice harsh as though scratching against her throat.

qi yuan glanced at her. “i’m here for the heaven earth mystical land, but not for luck.”

“i’d advise you to be cautious. there may be treasures in heaven earth mystical land, but…” the gray-robed woman’s tone turned sinister. “there are countless dangers there. don’t lose your life and leave your loved ones grieving.”

she stood close by, her form as frail as a candle in the wind, as though she might perish at any moment.

“thanks for the advice. rest assured, i won’t die even if the sixth heaven itself falls,” qi yuan replied confidently.

“you young folks are all talk, but heaven earth mystical land is full of mysteries. its ghostly souls patrol the skies, preying on the lives of all who enter. you’ll likely meet your end there,” the woman croaked ominously.

“hey, who are you calling immature?” qi yuan couldn't resist retorting. “you’re a bit young yourself, aren’t you? harassing me on the street like this, throwing around words like ‘immature.’ maybe you should check if hair has grown in yet!”

“wha—” the gray-robed woman gasped. “how did you… see through my disguise?”

her voice had lost its raspy tone, now crisp like mountain springs striking stone—a voice belonging to someone young.

the gray robe she wore was a treasured heirloom, one that even a legendary yang god cultivator couldn’t easily see through. yet, this young man had seen through it without issue.

how could she not be shocked? even if a legendary yang god cultivator attempted to see her true form, her treasured heirloom would react, and she would know.

but the treasure gave no reaction.

could he see her true form without triggering the treasure? did this mean he could see her… and all the rest?

realizing this, her face flushed as she scrambled to cover herself, her face a mask of terror as she fled.

watching her retreating figure, qi yuan shook his head, exasperated. “completely unreasonable. lucky for her that she ran into me. had it been another supreme truth yang god, she’d have lost that treasure in no time.”

qi yuan’s eyes could see hidden details, so naturally, he had noticed the aura-concealing treasure the woman wore, which was an extraordinary creation.

regular yang gods might not detect it, but it wouldn’t escape the eyes of a supreme truth yang god.

some might kill her outright and take it. those with a shred of decency might toss a few immortal stones her way as compensation before claiming it.

qi yuan was different.

he had his own code.

this young woman still hadn’t “grown up” enough to meet the standards of his white moonlight ideal.

although born with the capacity to love, qi yuan was no casanova. he had standards.

she needed to be his “white moonlight.”

but this encounter left qi yuan sighing. “the moral corruption in the cultivation world is deep-rooted. just meeting this woman immediately makes me imagine others robbing her of her treasure.”

although his thoughts were pure conjecture, he knew it wasn’t his fault.

the fault lay with… the cultivation world.

“when i get stronger, i’ll restore justice to the sixth heaven!” qi yuan thought deeply.

thinking of this, he ventured deeper into the marketplace.

the entrance to heaven earth mystical land was tucked away, barely noticeable in the farthest corner of the marketplace.

meanwhile, in a concealed cave…

an elderly woman with a warm smile asked, “who bullied our little yun’er?”

dressed in her gray robe, tian yun’s beauty still shone through, pure and unspoiled.

“aunt luan, there’s a strange man in the marketplace!” tian yun said, her thoughts returning to that black-robed man, her feelings a mix of fear and anger.

“heaven earth mystical land is rich in spiritual treasures, so it’s normal for cultivators to come treasure-hunting. yun’er, you’re too kind-hearted, always warning them… but as the saying goes, you can’t reason with those destined to die. if he insists on entering heaven earth mystical land to seek his death, let him,” aunt luan replied, her eyes flashing with a hint of sorrow as she mentioned the mystical land.

in fact, she and tian yun were both natives of heaven earth mystical land.

however, when a villain usurped the land, aunt luan had escaped with tian yun, preserving their lives.

the villain was powerful, and nearly their entire clan had been exterminated.

fortunately, that villain dared not enter the sixth heaven; otherwise, even hiding here wouldn’t have saved them.

“aunt luan, this time is different. that man… he seemed to see through my family’s treasure!” tian yun recounted the events to aunt luan.

hearing this, aunt luan’s face paled. “you’re certain he saw it?”

“yes. despite my family treasure’s disguise, he knew my true identity!” tian yun replied.

aunt luan grew solemn. “if he truly saw through the family treasure, he’s undoubtedly…”

her expression turned fearful, laden with heavy worry.

a supreme truth-level cultivator.

if someone that powerful detected the treasure on tian yun, why had he let her live?

perhaps he was planning something grander?

rising, aunt luan scanned the surroundings with her divine sense, her chest heaving. “is the senior still present? i would gladly offer the treasure; i only beg for mercy on our lives!”

her voice was loud, sincere, and brimming with humility.

if such a powerful cultivator were lurking, she wouldn’t detect them anyway—they could kill her instantly.

tian yun’s face paled as realization dawned.

however, the silence around them remained unbroken; there was no response.

after waiting for nearly a hundred breaths, aunt luan sighed in relief.

“could it be… we encountered a senior with the spirit of a true gentleman?” she wondered aloud.

if it were her, she doubted she could suppress her own greed.

at the very least, she’d have claimed it in the name of a “bargain.”

hearing this, tian yun’s embarrassment lifted, her previous anger at qi yuan dissipating into a faint admiration. “to think he was truly a virtuous senior… though…”

her cheeks flushed as her voice trailed off.

after all, so long as he upheld the greater principles, his minor personal flaws were forgivable.

“aunt luan, won’t he be in danger if he enters heaven earth mystical land?” she asked anxiously.

after all, the holy light clan was in there.

because of the holy light clan, few yang gods ever ventured into heaven earth mystical land.

those who attempted it were often low-level cultivators and yin gods.

with a complex expression, aunt luan replied, “a typical cultivator entering heaven earth mystical land would almost certainly meet death. but… if he dares go, he must have some confidence. we are too weak to presume what such figures may intend.”

tian yun’s eyes brightened. “does that mean he might drive out that villain? could we… finally return home?”

the thought of heaven earth mystical land, her birthplace, thrilled tian yun. if that villain fell, she could go home.

aunt luan shook her head. “the holy light clan won’t be so easily vanquished. that senior might only manage to protect himself. if he encounters the holy light clan, he could be in danger as well.”

though she spoke of avoiding presumption, she couldn’t help but wonder.

the holy light clan was nearly an insoluble problem in the sixth heaven.

their methods were too bizarre, and even supreme truth cultivators struggled against them.

hearing this, tian yun was crestfallen.

“heaven earth mystical land’s natives are called the ‘heaven clan’?”

qi yuan lay comfortably, having found a suitable spot within heaven earth mystical land.

a fair number of cultivators roamed this land.

he had encountered a few who didn’t know better and had asked around, gaining a deeper understanding of heaven earth mystical land.

also known as “heaven earth treasure land,” this mystical land was rich in unique treasures.

these items, called “miracle treasures,” came in various forms: offensive, supportive, and even rumored to rival extraordinary creations.

in his hands, qi yuan held a small bell.

he’d taken it from an old, youthful man.

upon entering heaven earth mystical land, the man had demanded a “treasure-hunting fee.” qi yuan refused, dealt with him, and pocketed the bell.

this bell was one of heaven earth mystical land’s many miracle treasures.

[mysterious jade bell: a unique creation, crafted by the mysterious wind forging method. when rung, it allows warriors to hear the sounds of their homeland.]

qi yuan followed the instructions engraved on the bell and gave it a shake.

immediately, a gentle, aged voice whispered in his ear, as if it had crossed the river of time.

“march has come. fanqi, are you well? the family is fine; do not worry for us. ling and i have sent the armor we crafted at the heavenly bureau to the front line… fortune predicts good. ling and i await your safe return…”

the bell contained an unopened family letter.

since it had reached qi yuan, it was clear that fanqi on the front line never received this message from home.

“is this the history of heaven earth mystical land, or…?” qi yuan mused.

“the mysterious wind forging method has its own unique appeal. since time flows faster here, i can afford to study these miracle treasures and pick up some forging techniques as a new skill!”

learning skills was important.

and since these miracle treasures were all related to forging methods, he could pass the time productively by mastering them.

qi yuan continued, “of course, this mystical land doesn’t compare to the sixth heaven itself. practicing the here is at least a hundred times slower—i can’t even exploit the usual loopholes to speed things up.”

casting these thoughts aside, qi yuan settled into a more comfortable position, fixing his gaze through the gaps in the landscape toward the distant .

other cultivators would be unable to see the banner from so far away. but qi yuan was different—his strength and perceptive abilities gave him an unparalleled advantage.

immediately, a flow of information appeared in his mind.

[ten thousand souls banner: an offensive extraordinary treasure linked to ghost extinguishing sovereign…]

“more useless information. i’m looking for vulnerabilities or ways to enter, not this,” qi yuan muttered, quickly dismissing the message.

finding nothing the first day was unsurprising.

“fortunately, there are still plenty of miracle treasures to analyze—time spent learning a new skill is time well-spent.”

qi yuan refocused on the miracle treasures around him, letting his thoughts drift. soon, a method known as the appeared in his mind.

as the name suggested, the technique stabilized miracle treasures, making them more resilient.

crafting miracle treasures involved intricate processes like material selection, hammering, forging, molding, pattern-setting, and so on.

time passed quickly, and before he knew it, nine months had gone by.

in the outside world, not even a full day had passed.

qi yuan’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

“after observing the ten thousand souls banner so many times, i’ve finally detected a few weaknesses. not bad at all.”

however, merely discovering these vulnerabilities wasn’t enough to allow him to slip into the unnoticed. and qi yuan’s ambitions went even further; he wanted not just to infiltrate the ghost pass but to claim it entirely and transform it into his very own human sovereign banner.

“today’s fortune is excellent. i’ve even managed to fully master the . too bad i don’t have the right materials on hand. if i did, i’d certainly showcase my skills.”

“once i return to blue star, i could make counterfeit phones with this technique, sell them online, and earn a fortune!” qi yuan mused with a smile.

life in heaven earth mystical land was, for now, pleasantly tranquil.

just then, a young boy came over, carrying a bowl of food wrapped in leaves similar to sticky rice dumplings.

“sir, this is from my mother,” the boy said. he was around twelve or thirteen years old and looked somewhat malnourished.

the boy’s name was stone pan, a native of heaven earth mystical land.

living conditions here were challenging. many locals were homeless, constantly migrating and struggling to survive.

stone pan’s mother, whom qi yuan had met briefly, was a gentle woman whose weariness couldn’t conceal her delicate features.

stone pan’s father was a cultivator who had come to heaven earth mystical land in search of treasure—a man who treasured “freedom.” he’d left after fathering a child, only to meet his end soon afterward.

a group of refugees had settled close to qi yuan’s area about three months prior.

firstly, qi yuan was a formidable cultivator, and his presence discouraged any ill-intentioned cultivators from causing trouble. secondly, he seemed kind-hearted.

these refugees held both gratitude and fear for him.

qi yuan accepted the dumpling, unwrapping the large bamboo leaves, which released a fragrance of fresh greens.

“not bad, you’re even able to eat meat now,” qi yuan noted, biting into the dumpling.

the dumpling was filled with a large portion of fresh, tender meat—quite different from blue star’s heavily seasoned pre-packaged ones.

“this is all thanks to you, sir. without your presence, we wouldn’t have…” stone pan’s voice faded as he looked up at qi yuan with an expression full of hope.

the boy couldn’t see qi yuan’s face beneath the dark cloak, but he was clearly in awe of him. the boy’s gaze held more than mere admiration; he seemed to be hoping for something, perhaps even wanting to be taken in as a disciple.

such a prospect could save him from this life of hardship and might even protect his mother and family.

“sir, my mother made this robe for you. if it doesn’t fit, please feel free to use it however you wish,” stone pan said, offering a handmade robe with a mixture of hope and unease.

qi yuan didn’t reach for the robe.

“i appreciate the thought, but i don’t need the robe,” he said plainly.

stone pan’s face fell with disappointment.

“i’m a direct person,” qi yuan continued. “i understand what’s going through your minds, but i already have a partner.”

he wasn’t interested in leading others on with false hopes.

within this group of refugees, stone pan’s mother was likely the most attractive, enough to have once caught the attention of a powerful cultivator.

while it might seem absurd for her to desire qi yuan’s favor, he respected her feelings enough to reject her directly, rather than disregarding her entirely as a “higher being” might do.

stone pan’s disappointment was palpable.

“come on now,” qi yuan said casually, “you wouldn’t really want a new dad, would you? this is a good outcome.”

“if it were you, sir, i’d gladly have a second father,” stone pan replied with childish sincerity.

qi yuan chuckled, reminded of the young chen huan, who’d almost tried to take him as a godfather.

“please, no. i’m still young; i’m not ready to be a father,” qi yuan said with amusement.

stone pan’s hope dwindled, but it quickly faded. “sir, tonight is soul patrol night. it’s dangerous outside, even for the cultivators who usually avoid the wind caves.”

at the mention of soul patrol night, stone pan’s face grew fearful.

each year, the soul patrol brought an army of spirits to the skies, seeking the living.

“oh, is that happening today? time really flies,” qi yuan replied, seemingly unfazed. in truth, the presence of these souls intrigued him.

“please be careful, sir. most of the other cultivators will be hiding in nearby wind caves tonight,” stone pan reminded him earnestly.

“got it, got it. you go on and get your things together for the wind cave,” qi yuan replied casually.

he had no intention of hiding; he intended to stay right where he was to observe the souls.

however, he didn’t share this with stone pan, knowing it would spark a wave of pleading and persuasion.

clutching his mother’s robe, stone pan backed away.

once again, qi yuan was left alone in this corner of the mystical land.

“time to resume my forging practice,” he muttered, continuing to hone his techniques or crafting new additions to the .

time slipped by, and before he knew it, night had fallen.

the land grew eerily still.

even the chirping of insects had vanished.

it felt as if he were standing in an isolated wasteland.

the chilly night air made qi yuan yawn. “perfect weather for a nap.”

a spectral fog rose, filling the air with an eerie chill.

qi yuan lay back on his icy reclining chair, entirely at ease.

just then, a cultivator rushed by in a streak of light. “friend, hurry! the soul patrol will start soon—quick, find a wind cave!” the passerby warned, disappearing into the nearest wind cave.

qi yuan remained calm.

with the netherworld in his purple mansion, he had no reason to fear souls.

if anything, the souls should fear him!

if they dared approach, he’d trap them within the human sovereign banner for a long-overdue ethical transformation—free labor for eternity.

about a hundred breaths later, the air darkened further.

absolute silence fell across the land.

everywhere he looked, black smoke drifted from the ground.

the silence shattered as rhythmic footsteps echoed through the night.

tap… tap… tap…

it sounded like an army of spectral soldiers marching from the underworld.

each figure wore broken armor stained with blood, their bodies battered, their eyes vacant.

they moved aimlessly, like lost souls with no home to return to.

“soul… no home…” they murmured, their voices laden with sorrow and desolation.

[eroded specters of an ancient battlefield: souls of warriors who died defending the border. with a homeland in ruins, their souls roam without rest.]

a flood of information filled qi yuan’s mind, reminding him of the voice he’d heard from the —the same voice that had conveyed a letter from a soldier’s family.

if these specters were indeed the same, then the warriors on the front lines had lost that long-ago battle. with their lands ravaged, all had perished.

“even if they had won, it wouldn’t have mattered… in the end, everyone perished anyway,” qi yuan sighed.

as he gazed upon the spectral soldiers, their empty eyes turned toward him, anger beginning to glimmer within.

then, a sneering voice called out.

“soul patrol night, and you dared remain outside. you’ve sealed your fate!”

qi yuan looked toward the source—a lavish palanquin trailing the ghostly army.

from within, a haughty voice sneered, evidently accustomed to flaunting authority.

qi yuan raised an eyebrow. “this land isn’t your personal property. do you have a deed? why shouldn’t i stay here?”

“make no mistake—in heaven earth mystical land, the holy light clan is king!” the voice from the palanquin was both domineering and insolent. “dare to talk back? when you should have bowed before me? your body and soul will be sustenance for my ghost servants!”

at the speaker’s command, hundreds of specters surged toward qi yuan, their terrifying energy blanketing the area in dread.

“heh, even myths would fall before my ghost servants,” the palanquin occupant gloated. “boy, in the next life, don’t mess with me!”

the specters’ empty eyes glowed a sinister red as they charged, closing in around qi yuan.

unperturbed, qi yuan merely lay there. as the ghostly horde approached, he spoke calmly:

“i am your commanding officer. how dare you think of harming me?”

as he spoke, he activated the for a “righteous transformation.”

his voice seemed to carry an inexplicable power, causing the spectral soldiers to hesitate, confusion flickering in their hollow gazes.

the figure within the palanquin noticed the specters’ hesitation, his expression shifting to one of shock. he quickly called out, “what are you all doing? strike him down!”

frantically, he shook a bell in his hand, its eerie chime ringing out. the specters’ eyes grew vacant again, and they resumed their march toward qi yuan, now intent on killing him. their combined force was enough to obliterate any ordinary cultivator, perhaps even a heaven rank yang god would struggle against their power in this mystical land (since they get supressed to myth rank).

the figure in the palanquin sneered, his confidence returning as he watched the army close in on qi yuan. in the sixth heaven, he might have been a mere purple palace cultivator of no great importance, but here, in the heaven earth mystical land, even yang gods had fallen before him. he relished the power he wielded over the specters.

but in the next moment, his triumphant smirk faltered.

without any warning, a dark, cloaked figure appeared inside his palanquin. the stranger held the bell, examining it with a curious glint in his eye.

“so, it’s this little bell you’re using to control them?”

the specter-controller’s face twisted in terror. “you—how did you get in here?”

after all, even a god would be hard-pressed to bypass the wrathful ghost army outside. the thought that someone could avoid the specters altogether and appear beside him was beyond his comprehension.

“you… you can’t kill me! i’m a holy envoy of the holy light clan, and this bell was bestowed upon me by my master!” he stammered in desperation. “if you harm me, the clan will not rest until you’re destroyed! do you have any idea of the power of the holy light clan?”

“i really hate being threatened, and by the way, don’t put on airs you can’t back up. you might just get struck by lightning,” qi yuan said, his voice low.

without further ado, qi yuan struck, his fingers crackling with violet lightning as he pressed them onto the man’s chest. a faint sizzle of energy later, the so-called holy envoy was no more.

qi yuan picked up the bell, now fully intrigued by it, and turned his gaze to the specters still advancing toward him.

"bold of you all. i am your commanding officer—do you truly not recognize me?" he declared, channeling the once again, deepening its hold on the specters.

strangely, his voice carried an inexplicable pull, making the specters falter, confusion lingering in their hollow eyes. with the holy envoy’s bell no longer in play, the sutra’s power increased, further breaking through their clouded minds.

"remember," qi yuan intoned, "i once stood with you, defending the frontier against endless invasions. or have you forgotten?"

his words struck the specters like a spell. their empty eyes began to glimmer with something almost like recognition. the silence thickened, then broke as the ghostly army dropped to one knee.

“greetings, commander!” their voices echoed hollowly, their eyes shining with renewed vigor.

“that’s more like it,” qi yuan replied, satisfied. he raised his hand to reveal a tattered yet powerful banner. “for our cause, the path forward requires commitment. join me in the human sovereign banner, and together, we’ll march toward victory.”

he watched as the spectral soldiers gazed at his banner with awe, their soulless eyes flickering with a spark of long-forgotten loyalty. each of them looked ready to pledge allegiance with unrestrained fervor.

“not yet. first, the chains that bind you to these sinister forces must be broken,” qi yuan added, observing the traces of corruption in their spiritual forms. sёarᴄh the novelƒire(.)ne*t website on google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

he suspected the chains had been placed by the very holy light master who had bestowed the bell upon the specter-controller. until the bonds were broken, the souls could not fully enter the human sovereign banner without risk of corrupting it.

qi yuan addressed them again, his voice steady and commanding. “you’ve made the right choice in following me. opportunities are hard to come by. like elite positions in a kingdom, some paths are only open to those with fortune, power… or luck.”

he eyed the spectral soldiers, giving a wry smile. “it’s safe to say that, having reached this state, luck may not be on your side. but that’s where i come in.”

the specters immediately stood ready, awaiting his orders.

“now, rally the others still wandering these lands. bring back our comrades, and soon we will make our grand march!”

moved by his words, the specters scattered into the mist to locate their lost brethren. qi yuan watched them leave with a pleased look in his eyes.

“this place is an unexpected boon. i might just transform the human sovereign banner into a true offensive treasure at this rate,” he murmured to himself, a surge of anticipation bubbling up within him.

elsewhere, deep inside the wind caves, the refugees huddled in fearful silence, a dim candle casting long, trembling shadows along the walls.

stone pan clung tightly to his mother, his face a mixture of worry and determination. outside, the occasional sound of ghostly wails drifted in, enough to send chills down their spines.

the elderly man, his voice quavering, spoke up. “i remember my grandfather telling me… once, these soul patrols were a blessing, a ritual to protect us from lurking spirits. now, they’ve become harbingers of death.”

heads nodded solemnly around him. once, the soul patrol had been a revered night of protection and honor, and now it was a night of terror.

in the corner, stone pan worked up the courage to speak to one of the visiting cultivators. “sir, by any chance, did you see a man in a dark cloak outside… he didn’t enter any of the wind caves, did he?”