Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Ye Chen stood in the desolate land with a figure as tall as a pine tree. His clothes rustled and his face was stern, showing no fear at all.

Immediately, without any hesitation, the powerful force in his body burst out, like a long-dormant volcano suddenly erupting.

The majestic aura was like a raging wave, spreading out in a circular shape in all directions.

Wherever it went, the solid earth seemed to be struck by an invisible giant hammer, trembling slightly, as if wailing and surrendering.

The surrounding space was also overwhelmed and ripples appeared. That was a sign of the space being torn apart. The slight "crackling" sound was like thunder in the dark night, breaking the long silence of the underworld.

At this moment, in the majestic, solemn, gloomy and depressing hall of Fengdu City, the Emperor of Fengdu sat high on a throne carved with strange runes and emitting a cold and chilly air.

The whole body is surrounded by ghostly aura, like materialized black satin.

The five ghost kings sat on both sides, some closed their eyes and concentrated, while others whispered about the affairs of the underworld. The atmosphere was solemn and depressing, except for the flickering candlelight in the hall, which seemed to be fraught with anxiety.

Suddenly, the powerful aura coming from outside the city, like an overwhelming tidal wave, broke through the layers of defense in the hall and poured straight in.

The Emperor of Fengdu suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his eyes, like a meteor in the dark night, but the shock was obvious in his eyes.

The expressions of the Five Ghost Emperors also changed drastically. Their bodies subconsciously tensed up, and their original leisurely posture disappeared in an instant.

"Who... is this person?"

Zhao Wenhe, the Western Ghost Emperor, was usually calm and composed, but at this moment his voice trembled slightly.

His hands unconsciously clenched the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turned white, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

It dripped onto the cold ground, splashing tiny drops of water, and his eyes were full of panic and confusion.

Everyone was busy using their spiritual sense, like invisible tentacles reaching out of the city, instantly locking onto Ye Chen's figure.

In the picture, Ye Chen was full of vigor and light flashing all over his body, like a foreign god of war descending, strange and full of oppression.

The Southern Ghost Emperor Du Ziren was as hot-tempered as fire and could no longer hold himself back.

He stood up with a "swoosh", and his body brought up a gust of wind that blew out several candles beside him.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the Emperor of Fengdu, looking anxious and solemn.

"Great Emperor, this aura is too strong and has a weird aura. Looking at this person's appearance, he is definitely not from the underworld!

How could someone from the outside world break into this place without any reason? With such a scene, I'm afraid they are here with bad intentions. The peace of our underworld is in jeopardy!"

As he spoke, his eyebrows raised, his eyes were filled with worry, fine lines at the corners of his eyes wrinkled with nervousness, and his eyes glanced outside the hall from time to time, as if Ye Chen would be able to break through the door of the hall in the next moment.

The King of Fengdu stood up slowly. Every time he moved, his black robe trembled. Ink-like ghostly aura permeated his body, becoming increasingly strong.

His face was as gloomy as water, like the lead-gray sky before a storm, and his deep eyes were fixed in the direction outside the palace.

He tried to penetrate the numerous obstacles and analyze Ye Chen's identity, but doubt and fear were entangled in the depths of his eyes.

After a long while, a low voice came out from between his teeth.

"I wonder who this boy is? Even my divine sense cannot see through him. This ability is really strange. It is certain that he has bad intentions.

Everyone, we are the guardians of the underworld and we are here to protect the order of this world. How can we allow this boy to act so recklessly? Follow me and suppress him."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body, and the imperial pressure was overwhelming, shocking everyone.

"I will obey the emperor's order!"

The other Ghost Emperors responded one after another, and their voices echoed like a huge bell, but within that mighty voice, there was a hint of nervousness and trembling that was difficult to conceal.

At this moment, the Emperor of Fengdu and the Five Ghost Emperors, a total of ten people.

The ghost energy around him suddenly surged, and his figure gradually became ethereal, transforming into ten extremely dazzling beams of light.

Like a black lightning in the dark night, it suddenly tore open the gloomy sky of the underworld and rushed out of the city.

Wherever it passed, the yin energy was scattered by this powerful force, like fallen leaves in the wind.

And those wailing sounds were more like disturbed ghosts crying in despair.

With his agile physique, he easily crossed the seemingly unreachable distance with a few clever dodging and leaps, and finally stood firmly opposite Ye Chen.

At this moment, outside the city wall, the wind and sand were dancing wildly, as if to swallow everything, and the ghost lights were swaying in the night, adding a touch of weirdness to the scene.

Ye Chen's face was as cold as frost and his eyes were as sharp as swords.

He slowly glanced at the people opposite him, and every inch of his eyes revealed a determination and coldness that should not be underestimated.

The King of Fengdu stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by an indescribable majestic aura, which was the majesty and oppression of a king.

However, even with such a strong aura, it was difficult to completely conceal the subtle inquiry and vigilance in his eyes, like an undercurrent hidden in the abyss, waiting for the opportunity.

The five ghost emperors spread out in a fan-shaped formation, each maintaining a vigilant posture.

Some held magic weapons with a restrained brilliance, obviously ready to strike; others moved their fingers, made hand gestures and chanted spells, preparing to display their special skills.

Their expressions were different: worry, confusion, anger, all kinds of emotions intertwined between their brows.

Just like the sky before a storm, depressing and tense, a thrilling storm is already on the verge of breaking out at any moment.

Deep in this dark and mysterious underworld that seems like eternal night, it is filled with eerie ghostly air and chilling to the bone.

In front of the towering and gloomy Hades Palace, the Emperor of Fengdu was wearing a simple black robe inlaid with gold, and was surrounded by ghostly aura, like a materialized black mist.

His eyes were like a cold pond, so deep that one could not see the bottom, and he was gazing at Ye Chen who suddenly appeared with a sharp gaze.

His voice was low and majestic, as if it came from the Netherworld, questioning every word.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my underworld? What is the meaning of this?"

Ye Chen was dressed in a white robe that was whiter than snow, with fluttering sleeves, revealing a majestic aura. His whole body was filled with fairy air, as if surrounded by dreamy clouds.

He had a handsome face, his sword-like brows and bright eyes showed no fear at all, he held his head high and chest out, and answered straight to the point in a voice as loud as a bell.

"My name is Ye Chen, and I am the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

The expressions of the several ghost kings beside Emperor Fengdu suddenly changed, and they whispered to each other, full of shock and suspicion.

The usually cold and stern face of the King of Fengdu couldn't help but shudder slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible panic flashed in his eyes.

They all pondered in their hearts that they had sensed that this person had a very different aura and were certain that he was not from the underworld.

However, he never expected that the mysterious man in front of him was actually the Immortal Emperor at the pinnacle of the fairy world.

What's even more terrifying is that he was able to break through the indestructible barrier forged by the laws of heaven and step into the underworld silently.

If this method and ability were to be imitated by the Immortal Realm, there would be no peace in the Underworld. It would be plunged into turmoil forever, and the peace and tranquility of the past would be shattered.

The King of Fengdu suppressed the turmoil in his heart, looked solemn, and asked again.

"How did you enter the underworld? What is your purpose here?"

Ye Chen was calm and composed, standing leisurely with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, that smile seemed to have deep meaning, and responded.

"I must have my own way of getting here, and I can tell you later. Now I have more important things to do."

"What's the matter?"

The King of Fengdu asked, his voice unconsciously rising, revealing a bit of nervousness and anger.

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and his voice shook the whole area.

"Defeat you and unify the entire underworld!"

These words were like a bolt of thunder, instantly igniting the powder keg at the scene.

Du Ziren, the Ghost Emperor with a fiery temper, suddenly became furious, his face flushed red, and he roared angrily as if he was a raging fire.

"How arrogant! You have such a guts! You want to defeat us? And you want to unify the underworld? You are just daydreaming! I will kill you first!"

After saying that, he suddenly jumped up like a flash of black lightning, and in an instant only a shadow was left on the spot.