The events that happened today can all be attributed to the Peace Seeking Faction of West Mountain.

Everyone present now had their gaze focused on Mo Lin.

"Lord Mo Lin, please intervene and bring a ray of hope to the human realm," a white-haired elder suddenly expressed, kneeling on the ground and speaking to Mo Lin slowly.

"Lord Mo Lin, if you do not take action, many people in the human realm will die," another man also kneeled on the ground and said slowly.

"Clatter, clatter..." More than fifty people simultaneously knelt on the ground.

They weren't forcing Mo Lin; they simply hoped Mo Lin could unify the human realm.

The human realm is in chaos, and someone must stand up to save it.

And Mo Lin is the person everyone has their eyes on.

"Rise, I will go and destroy West Mountain," Mo Lin said slowly.

After hearing Mo Lin speak, Wu Binghai then slowly stood up.

"Lord Mo Lin, we wish to follow you," Wu Binghai decided to follow Mo Lin.

The safety of the human realm now rests entirely on Mo Lin's shoulders.

Mo Lin originally had enmity with Xin Ziruo, and going to West Mountain wasn't entirely out of righteousness.

More than anything, it was personal enmity.

It was the hatred between him and Xin Ziruo.

The crisis here has been resolved.

They buried the dead properly.

"Lord Mo Lin, before going to West Mountain, you should visit Yunhua Dao," Wu Binghai suggested to Mo Lin.

The Netherworld King Hall guards Yunhua Dao.

Their strength is not weaker than Great Spirit Mountain.

They have thousands of skilled Daoist Cultivators.

"You want to see the attitude of Yunhua Dao and the Netherworld King Hall, whether they support you or West Mountain."

"If they support you, then ally with them; if the Netherworld King Hall supports West Mountain, then destroy them."

This was Wu Binghai's suggestion.

Nowadays, the Netherworld King Hall is a formidable force in the human realm.

They must take a stance.

This way, unforeseen events won't occur.

For example, if Mo Lin fights with West Mountain and the Netherworld King Hall causes trouble midway, it would be problematic.

Wu Binghai's concerns are not unfounded.

"Alright, I got it," Mo Lin nodded, then went to Yunhua Dao.

Mo Lin wasn't alone; Wu Binghai also went to Yunhua Dao with Mo Lin.

At the same time, the fifty surviving Daoist Cultivators from Yanjing also went to Yunhua Dao with Mo Lin.

These people had their networks.

Along the way, they contacted their allies.

More people joined Mo Lin's ranks midway.

By the time they arrived at Yunhua Dao, Mo Lin's group had grown to over a thousand people.

These were people who supported Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn't recruit them; they supported him voluntarily.

Yunhua Dao was very peaceful.

Ghosts were few and far between.

After walking several kilometers, they couldn't see a single ghost.

Mo Lin soon arrived at the foothills of the Netherworld King Hall.

A man in black clothing slowly appeared to welcome Mo Lin.

"Mo Lin, the Hall Master is waiting for you in the main hall," the man said slowly to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin made quite a stir coming here, and the Netherworld Hall Master knew Mo Lin was coming.

So, he sent someone here to greet Mo Lin.

Mo Lin nodded and then followed the man into the Netherworld King Hall.

Wu Binghai and others were held outside.

A middle-aged man in a silver-white coat was sitting on a chair waiting for Mo Lin.

"Mo Lin, you're here. Please sit."

The Hall Master pointed to the seat in front, inviting Mo Lin to sit.

"It's been over a year since we last met, and you've gained such strength. Your progress is rapid!" The Hall Master remarked.

Back then, when Mo Lin was at Yunhua Dao, he didn't have the strength he has now.

Upon meeting Mo Lin again, he has become a nine-color Red Dust Immortal.

Speaking from the heart, Mo Lin's cultivation speed is very fast.

"You must know why I am here, right?" Mo Lin asked the Hall Master directly.

"Of course, I know."

"You're here to see my stance."

Saying this, the Hall Master slowly stood up and glanced outside.

"My Netherworld King Hall has no personal interests, only purely wishes to protect the peace of the human realm."

The Hall Master opened his heart to Mo Lin.

"I also think what West Mountain did is excessive; they actually brought the Evil God into the human realm, crossing the line."

The Hall Master's tone changed as he spoke to Mo Lin again.

"I can bring everyone to support you and help you destroy West Mountain.

I'm just worried about one thing."

"What is it?" Mo Lin asked the Hall Master.

"Can you win?"

This was the Hall Master's biggest concern.

Can Mo Lin win?

The entire forces of the Netherworld King Hall support Mo Lin; can Mo Lin win?

If Mo Lin loses, the Netherworld King Hall loses, and thousands of Daoist Cultivators all lose.

At that time, the human realm would truly be devastated.

If the Netherworld King Hall remains here, they can at least protect Yunhua Dao.

But if the Netherworld King Hall loses, everyone dies.

Then, no one in the human realm can resist West Mountain.

At that time, what will happen to ordinary people?

The last trace of hope in the human realm will be completely gone.

That's what the Hall Master worries about.

"If everything goes as planned, I can win."

Mo Lin thinks he can win.

As for how,

it's hard to say.

After all, Mo Lin can't predict the future.

He doesn't know if Xin Ziruo has any other means.

"Have you been chosen by the people from the Cloud Immortal Realm?" the Hall Master asked Mo Lin.

"Probably," Mo Lin heard from Lei Hu before that he was chosen by the Cloud Immortal Realm.

Mo Lin asked the Hall Master: "Do you know about the Cloud Immortal Realm? Do you know the Mortal Spirit?"

"The Cloud Immortal Realm is a small world, a pure land."

The Hall Master explained to Mo Lin: "They came to choose people from the human realm, and those chosen can go to the Cloud Immortal Realm.

The Mortal Spirit is an important credential for going to the Cloud Immortal Realm."

"I obtained some information, take a look yourself."

As he spoke, the Hall Master handed Mo Lin a piece of black parchment.

The black parchment was very thick, feeling particularly slick to the touch.

A sentence was written on the black parchment.

"They invade the Buddha Realm, and the Buddhas here become Evil Gods.

They invade the Underworld, and the ghosts here become Evil Spirits."

Just such a simple sentence.

It seems simple, but contains many complexities.

For instance, why did the Buddhas become bloodthirsty?

This is the reason.

Ghosts in the Underworld turning into Evil Spirits is also due to this.

"There's another paper, take a look."

As he spoke, the Hall Master produced a blood-red paper and handed it to Mo Lin.

"When they invade the human realm, the people here will no longer be human."

"Where did these things come from?" Mo Lin asked the Hall Master.

"A few days ago, we found a secret realm, and these things were obtained from there."

The Hall Master took a deep breath and said slowly: "I keep having a particularly bad feeling."

"I don't know if someone is stirring up trouble or if something truly terrifying will happen."

The Hall Master muttered to himself.

Mo

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