Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 40

Inside the Hundred Ghosts’ Cry cave.

The Ghost Mother’s initial frenzy had cooled, replaced by the cunning and ruthlessness of an ancient demon.

Forcing her way into the Azure Cloud Sect would be suicide. But her prey had already wandered out of its cage.

She extended a withered claw, dragging a twisted ghost shadow from the corner’s darkness and whispering instructions to it. The shadow dissolved into a wisp of nearly imperceptible blue smoke, vanishing instantly.

Less than ten breaths later, the smoke returned, merging into the space between her brows.

Zheng Qiuyu’s route, the number of guards, the Spirit Vessel’s grade… every detail was now crystal clear.

Fool.

The Ghost Mother’s lips stretched into a cruel grin. Carrying such a treasure and daring to flaunt it in public? She might as well have carved ‘Come and devour me’ in giant letters on her face.

She rose, her bones cracking with an unsettling snap, and stepped out of the cave.

Awake, my minions!

At her command, the entire Hundred Ghosts’ Cry Gorge seemed to come alive. The ground cracked open, the stone walls twisted, and tens of thousands of malevolent ghosts and vengeful spirits surged forth from the depths of the earth, their excited roars echoing through the ravine.

Deploy the Hundred Ghosts’ Night Parade Formation!

The Ghost Mother hurled a sack filled with the anguished screams of living souls into the air. Guided by an invisible force, hundreds of souls were precisely channeled into the gorge’s key nodes.

Hum—!

A vast net woven from resentful energy and insatiable greed silently unfurled, transforming the surrounding hundred-mile radius into a ghost realm completely cut off from the world.

The Ghost Mother licked her parched lips, her eyes reflecting the sky.

She could already envision the magnificent Spirit Vessel, carrying the Divine Embryo she had long coveted, flying step by step into her gaping maw.

The flying Spirit Vessel, sleek as a silver shuttle, glided smoothly above the ten-thousand-zhang sea of clouds.

Inside the cabin, Zheng Qiuyu sat with her eyes closed, seemingly dozing. In truth, her divine sense had already spread out like a spiderweb, vigilantly detecting every subtle fluctuation in the surrounding spiritual energy. The Chaos Power within her was carefully maintained at a critical threshold, like a fully drawn bowstring ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

In stark contrast to her tense demeanor, the elite Azure Cloud Sect disciples accompanying her were immersed in immense glory and excitement.

Once we escort the Divine Embryo back, I’m going to drink three jars of the finest Azure Cloud Brew at the Sect Leader’s promised celebration feast! one disciple declared with a hearty laugh.

Ha! Three jars? This is a monumental achievement! Our future cultivation paths depend on this little ancestor! Anyone who dares touch him will face the wrath of the entire Azure Cloud Sect!

Their voices brimmed with pride for their sect and anticipation for the future, completely oblivious to the fact that the sea of clouds beneath their feet had silently transformed into the gateway to hell.

As the Spirit Vessel precisely navigated above the Hundred Ghosts’ Cry Gorge, the sky abruptly turned pitch-black.

This wasn’t merely the sun obscured by dark clouds it was a deeper, more absolute darkness. As if an invisible hand had instantly extinguished all light sources in the world!

What’s happening? The guards’ laughter died in their throats, their faces etched with shock.

In the next instant, a viscous, foul-smelling black mist erupted from the bottomless canyon below, surging skyward like oil gushing from the depths of hell! The mist carried the most venomous curses of billions of dying creatures and the piercing cries of infants. The mere sound of it was enough to shatter the divine souls of those with weak wills!

Zzzzzzz—!

The Spirit Vessel’s top-tier defensive barrier activated automatically, its pale golden light flickering frantically under the black mist’s corrosive assault, like gold doused in concentrated sulfuric acid, hissing and groaning under the unbearable strain.

Danger! It’s a trap! Enemy attack! a guard disciple shouted hoarsely, his face as pale as paper.

But it was too late.

A chilling, venomous laughter that seemed to freeze the soul echoed through the isolated realm.

Heh heh heh… Little one, this old woman… will claim your Divine Embryo!

Before the words faded, the Hundred Ghosts’ Night Parade Formation fully activated!

The black mist that had already blanketed the heavens and earth began to boil violently! Countless grotesque, twisted ghost figures surged forth from its depths—some headless, others missing limbs—each radiating overwhelming resentful energy. These were no mere illusions they were malevolent spirits forged from living beings through cruel alchemy!

Form a formation! Protect Immortal Zheng! Protect the Divine Embryo!

The guardian disciples’ faces paled as they endured the piercing pain in their divine souls, barely managing to summon their magical artifacts. But before the spiritual light could even ignite, a tidal wave of ghostly figures surged forward with incomprehensible speed.

There were no screams.

Not even the sound of chewing. One moment, these vibrant lives were anticipating a victory feast the next, their flesh, bones, and even their divine souls were devoured in an instant, as if they had never existed.

In the air, only a few masterless magical artifacts remained, their spiritual light dimming as they plummeted, soon to be completely consumed by the resentful energy.

This was a dimensional strike!

The Spirit Vessel’s defensive barrier, once thought impenetrable, proved as fragile as paper against this terrifying ghost formation. With a crisp crack, the barrier shattered. The massive vessel was corroded by resentful energy, its sturdy spiritual wood instantly decaying as it disintegrated mid-air and crashed to the ground.

Amid the chaos, Zheng Qiuyu immediately conjured a protective barrier of Chaos Power, enveloping herself and the unconscious Zhuohuo. Like a falling leaf, they drifted steadily to the canyon floor.

She steadied herself and surveyed her surroundings.

Her heart sank to the depths of despair in an instant.

Above, below, and in every direction, countless twisted ghost faces and silently screaming mouths filled the air. A bone-chilling wind, thick with the stench of bl00d, clawed its way into her nostrils.

There was no escape to the heavens, no refuge in the earth.

She was utterly isolated within a desperate prison formed by billions of vengeful souls.

The black mist slowly parted, revealing the Ghost Mother’s gaunt, skeletal figure. The oppressive aura radiating from her felt like a mountain pressing down on Zheng Qiuyu’s back.

The Ghost Mother’s gaze, like two poisoned daggers, pierced past Zheng Qiuyu’s face and locked onto her flat abdomen. Her eyes burned with an undisguised, millennia-old hunger.

Stop struggling, the Ghost Mother rasped, her voice grating like sandpaper. Surrender your Divine Embryo obediently. If this old woman is in a good mood, I might grant you a swift death and make you the strongest member of my Hundred Ghosts Army.

She grinned savagely, relishing the sight of her prey trembling in the shadow of death.

Zheng Qiuyu’s body trembled slightly, but her mind raced at an unprecedented speed.

Word Spirit Heaven-Deceiving System? No, the Ghost Mother’s cultivation realm far surpasses mine. The Word Spirit would be nullified instantly!

Could she break through with Chaos Power? The surrounding resentful energy had already formed a domain, constantly draining her strength. The chances of escaping were zero!

Every trump card she had envisioned now seemed like a pale, powerless joke.

The Ghost Mother lost patience.

Her figure flickered, appearing before Zheng Qiuyu as if teleporting.

A withered hand, like a chicken claw with nails as black as ink, tore through space with a piercing shriek, lunging straight for her abdomen!

The aura of death, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed Zheng Qiuyu.

She could clearly see the cracked skin on the ghostly claw and smell the ancient, bloody stench seeping from beneath its nails.

It’s over.

As that thought surfaced, all her schemes and struggles became meaningless.

In her pupils, the death-dealing claw was reflected in its final moment.

The instinct to survive overwhelmed all reason. With the last ounce of strength in her body, she hoarsely cried out a name she never imagined she would rely on so desperately!