Legend of the Great Sage

to the Yellow Springs!”

Ox-headed A’pang shook his huge head.
“Doesn’t matter if you’re a Human Sovereign or human shit, you’ll all make your way down the Road to the Yellow Springs some day!”

Li Qingshan appeared and arrived before Ox-headed A’pang again.
What trapped him was not Ox-headed A’pang but the Hell realm, as well as the supreme laws that cycled through life and death that permeated the six realms of saṃsāra.
Even if he underwent another heavenly tribulation, he would not be able to avoid the Road to the Yellow Springs.

Since he could not escape, then he could only fight!

“Come then, ox-headed ghost! I’ll test you out!”

Ox-headed A’pang gazed down at him.
“Le Tian, if you drop down and give me three proper bows right now and call me granddaddy ox three times, I’ll spare your life and let you live for another five centuries!”

Le Tian looked around, basically scratching his head in anxiety.
He was tempted to replace Li Qingshan as Le Tian.

If his lifespan could be extended by five centuries, it would be worth it no matter how many times he bowed his head.
Speaking of which, Ox-headed A’pang probably possessed the same seniority as his ancestors.
Not everyone’s paths were about forging ahead boldly like Li Liehuo’s and Chao Tianjiao’s.
His path was about enjoying life and following the arrangements of fate.

And after witnessing that great vortex, he knew that if he could not get away today, it definitely would not be as simple as ending up in reincarnation.
He would probably be smashed to pieces with his soul obliterated.

Ox-headed A’pang took another sip of alcohol.
“I’ll spare whoever that bows to me!”

Le Tian immediately adjusted his posture, throwing his head against the ground three times and crying out granddaddy ox three times.
He was only afraid that his movements were not obvious enough and his cries were not loud enough.

“Piss off now!” Ox-headed A’pang swung his hand, and Le Tian rolled into a crack on the side of the Road to the Yellow Springs, suddenly jerking awake in the quiet room.

The single lamp remained, like it had all been a dream.

Death’s Door, the Road to the Yellow Springs, and Ox-headed A’pang never seemed to have existed.
Only the damage to his Yang Soul served as evidence to it all.

He opened his hand, and a pair of dice lay there quietly.
When he bowed his head, he had taken back his lifebound items.
They still depicted a pair of blood-red “ones”.

He had escaped death after so much difficulty, but his heart weighed extremely heavily.
He murmured, “No wonder… no wonder I couldn’t undergo the sixth heavenly tribulation.
I lost this round!”

In his own conceit, he believed he could avoid disaster, embrace good fortune, and do as he pleased with his puny tricks as a fortune teller.
He believed he could avoid all the chaos in the world that could not be predicted through gambles after gambles.
Yet at the end of the day, it was all a delusion.
All his schemes, plots, and plans were trumped by just three bowings of his head.

Ox-headed A’pang said to Li Qingshan, “Your turn now.”

“Hah, how is three enough?”

Li Qingshan abruptly conjured numerous illusions with a thought, splitting into two, then four, then eight…

The Heavenly Tome of Liberty was not actually known for its offensive powers.
Even with the Divine Fire of World Destruction he had accidentally comprehended, it was very difficult to threaten a Ghost Immortal as powerful as Ox-headed A’pang.

But in the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes, Li Qingshan had read all the books on military tactics and strategies, finally comprehending this ultimate move.

To regular cultivators, producing too many clones during battle would instead require them to split their focus.
It brought no benefit at all, only detriment.
And even if they could establish a military formation, it would still lead to reduced mobility.

However, this was the Road to the Yellow Springs, a place where he had nowhere else to go.
Li Qingshan’s will was refined, and his mind was sturdy.
At the same time, these thought clones were all like the weakest of undead as individuals.

He immediately established a great army.
Without any chain of command, they automatically established a military formation.
Their minds were united as the tremendous army qi channeled into his Yang Soul.
It shone brightly, surging with murderousness that dispersed the yellow sand.

Ox-headed A’pang was slightly fazed too.
He stood up.
“Kid, aren’t you afraid of the tortures of hell, where you’ll never be reborn?”

“Haha, off to the grave to recruit the former subordinates, raising ten thousand banners on an expedition to slay the king of hell! Remember, your granddaddy’s surname is Li! Kill!”