The entire ancestral hall was dark, like the night of Earth, yet for the Yin dimension, this was its normal color.
Zhou Hong walked directly to the entrance of the ancestral hall and saw the inscription: Yue Shi Family Ancestral Hall.
As Zhou Hong entered the ancestral hall, he saw rows upon rows of ancestral tablets enshrined within.
At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly lunged down from the uppermost tablet.
"Who? Who dares trespass into my family?" the shadow transformed into a Yin being, its face filled with rage.
Simultaneously, shadows also surged out from the other tablets. In an instant, hundreds of shadows surrounded Zhou Hong.
"Who is the Ghost King?" Zhou Hong asked calmly.
"I am the strongest Ghost King within hundreds of miles."
"Die!" Zhou Hong unleashed a palm strike, and the Ghost King instantly turned to ashes.
Seeing their ancestor vanish into dust, the other shadows were greatly alarmed.
Zhou Hong did not press on with the slaughter. These ordinary Yin beings had not yet reached the level where they could cause trouble in the Yang dimension. Only the ancestor from the uppermost tablet, who had likely been dead for over a thousand years, had cultivated successfully and possessed the ability to enter the Yang dimension. Killing him would suffice.
For the remaining Yin beings, even with several hundred or even thousands of years, it was unlikely any of them would reach such a level.
Zhou Hong grabbed one of the Yin beings and asked, "Who was that just now?"
"Replying to senior, that was our Yue Shi family's Supreme Ancestor," the Yin being, held in Zhou Hong's hand, answered tremblingly.
"I saw his tablet placed at the very top. How long has he been dead?"
"He passed away during the Zhenguan reign of the Tang Dynasty, which was over a thousand years ago."
"Your Supreme Ancestor showed some talent, but it's a pity he shouldn't have ventured into the Yang dimension to cause trouble. As for the rest of you Yin beings, if any of you ever cultivate successfully and dare to enter the Yang dimension to cause trouble, you will surely die."
"Yes, yes, we dare not. Daoist priest, are you from the Yang dimension, a Mao Shan Daoist?"
"No, farewell." Zhou Hong saw no point in further conversation. Although no accidents were likely, it was safer to return his soul to its body as soon as possible. He then turned and left the ancestral hall.
Soon, Zhou Hong returned to the small path he had been on before.
"Senior, has the Ghost King been slain?" At the side of the path, Daoist Tian Hong rushed out, his body trembling. He had not returned, but had waited anxiously by the roadside for Zhou Hong.
"Nonsense, I've already smashed him into dust."
"Senior, I am truly in awe of you. By the way, where did this Ghost King who caused trouble come from?" Daoist Tian Hong asked hurriedly. It was difficult for a Ghost King to appear under normal circumstances, as it was not easy for a Yin being to cultivate to such a level.
"An ancestor of the Yue Shi family who died during the Zhenguan reign of the Tang Dynasty. After cultivating for a thousand years, he finally became a Ghost King."
"Yue Shi family? It seems there must be a family called the Yue Shi family near Tian Meng Mountain."
"We'll know tomorrow when we visit the site. Alright, let's head back."
With that said, Zhou Hong transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the spot.
A dozen seconds later, in the room carved into the cliff face, Zhou Hong's eyes snapped open, as if waking from a dream. Sudian Novel Network.
"Zhou Hong, you're finally awake," Liu Zhenfei Xu said, her face filled with excitement upon seeing Zhou Hong awake.
"Fei Xu, are you alright?" Zhou Hong asked.
"I'm fine. I feel like I just had a dream. I dreamt I was kidnapped and forced to marry someone, and then you came to save me. You told me not to disturb you after waking up. Then I woke up and found you lying beside me. I'm still completely bewildered. This dream is just too strange," Liu Zhenfei Xu said, utterly confused.
Zhou Hong gave a wry smile. He doubted Liu Zhenfei Xu would believe him if he told her her soul had just been to the Yin dimension.
"Senior," a voice called from outside the door at that moment. Without a doubt, it had to be Daoist Tian Hong.
Zhou Hong stepped out of the room and indeed, it was Daoist Tian Hong.
"Senior, please accept my bow," Daoist Tian Hong immediately bowed deeply to Zhou Hong. His heart was filled with admiration for Zhou Hong, flowing like an endless river. He had never in his life seen someone with such profound cultivation, someone who could project their soul to the Yin dimension and slay a Ghost King.
"Alright, stop calling me senior. I'm only twenty, my name is Zhou Hong."
"Ah," Daoist Tian Hong was astonished. He had assumed Zhou Hong was centuries old, merely maintaining a youthful appearance due to some secret art. He never expected him to be only twenty.
Liu Zhenfei Xu also came out and asked Daoist Tian Hong, "Who are you?"
"I am Daoist Tian Hong of the Mao Shan sect. Greetings, young lady." Daoist Tian Hong cupped his hands in a polite gesture towards Liu Zhenfei Xu.
"What? Daoist Tian Hong of the Mao Shan sect?" Liu Zhenfei Xu seemed startled, as if he were an incredibly important figure.
"Indeed."
"How is that possible?" Liu Zhenfei Xu exclaimed in shock. While the Mao Shan sect practiced Daoism, which differed from martial arts, not everyone could cultivate it.
"Heh, this Daoist priest goes by no other name."
"You just called Zhou Hong senior? What does that mean?" Liu Zhenfei Xu asked again.
"Young lady, you may not know, but your man is incredibly powerful. If our Mao Shan sect's founder were here, he wouldn't dare claim his cultivation surpassed Zhou Hong's," Daoist Tian Hong said with a wry smile.
"What?" Liu Zhenfei Xu was dumbfounded.
"Zhou Hong, why does he say your cultivation is so profound? Aren't you a martial artist? Could it be that you also practice Daoism?"
Zhou Hong could only admit, "That's right. I have dabbled a bit in cultivation. That's why I dared to stay here for the night."
"No way." Liu Zhenfei Xu felt like she was meeting Zhou Hong for the first time. He knew not only martial arts but also the mysterious Daoism, and even Daoist Tian Hong from the Mao Shan sect admitted defeat. She truly wondered if she was still dreaming.
Unfortunately, Zhou Hong didn't know any Daoism. However, Zhou Hong used techniques from the cultivation world, which were naturally far superior to Daoism. The ultimate end of Daoism was indeed cultivation techniques.
Zhou Hong checked the time; it was only nine in the evening.
"Daoist Tian Hong, please find a room and sleep wherever you like. We need to rest."
"Understood, understood. Then I shall not disturb you and your wife's rest." Daoist Tian Hong bowed respectfully and turned to leave.
"Daoist Tian Hong, we are just friends, not a couple. Don't misunderstand," Zhou Hong said with a laugh.
"Heh, it matters not, it matters not." Daoist Tian Hong smiled meaningfully, not probing further.
Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to explain more to this Daoist priest. As a cultivator, he probably hadn't even touched a woman before.
Liu Zhenfei Xu, however, had a blush on her face.
After closing the door, Liu Zhenfei Xu asked, "Zhou Hong, why is Daoist Tian Hong here?"