The阴energy of the Underworld was exploited and absorbed by Gao Liang, transforming adversaries into allies and integrating them into his own power. After nearly one hour of energy transformation and absorption, Gao Liang began to sense a new, superior energy emerging within him. Testing his strength with push-ups once again, he was no longer surprised—each attempt brought fresh delight. Old Zi had already effortlessly completed 10,000 push-ups, feeling more relaxed than ever before. Gao Liang’s internal energy underwent a qualitative leap, enabling him to freely control and manipulate the阴energy of the Underworld. By mastering the阴energy within his body, he effectively subdued the Underworld itself. Within his body, a powerful convergence of energies formed—a synthesis of the Five Elements (Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth), the special-energy Earth elements from the Land Realm, and the Yin elements from the Underworld—all unified into a single, cohesive force. Gao Liang could now control and harness these elemental energies through his unique mental prowess. Lao Zi has already become a deity—indeed, a deity in every aspect. Whether on the mortal plane, the heavenly realm, or the earthly and underworld realms, Lao Zi has traversed all three, no, all six realms. Becoming the sovereign of the six realms is Lao Zi’s grand ambition. As long as I wish and work diligently, I shall be the sovereign of the six realms, standing atop the pinnacle and declaring to all: Men must not only collect the world’s wealth, but also its most breathtaking beauties. Yes, this time, Lao Zi launches a powerful, decisive campaign—more powerful than before. A new, radiant Lao Zi emerges in the cosmos. I am a giant of the universe, my name is Gao Liang. When I face off against my rivals and rivals-in-love, I unleash boundless strength. The scene now shifts to the King of the Underworld, who, having subdued both Gao Liang and the local land official, believes himself secure and at ease, indulging in his own whims. He gazes in admiration at Ying'er, a first-rank celestial beauty of the immortal realm—radiant as a flower, naturally graceful, breathtakingly Ying'er knew that vigorous resistance would be futile; it was better to be patient and temporarily compliant. So, when the Ghost King said, "Little beauty, as long as you agree to be my favored consort, I will ensure you flourish and enjoy great dignity and honor throughout the Underworld!" Ying'er replied, "Your Majesty! Right now, I feel dizzy, and my hands are tied. I'm agreeing right now!" "Excellent! Truly, you've awakened!" The Ghost King was overjoyed and immediately took the time to personally untie the ropes from Ying'er. Though she now had physical freedom, she still felt suffocated. It seemed the Ghost King was quite cunning—his ambient阴energy, pervasive throughout the Underworld, continued to make her feel drowsy and unsteady, causing her to stagger when walking and leaving her utterly drained. In the Ghost King's eyes, Ying'er was simply a delicate, easily controlled woman. He had already gathered countless spirits under his wing, and now he intended to make Ying'er one of his own, accompanying him to enjoy the splendor of the Underworld. "I've drawn out your sinews!" "Pull off your skin, drink your blood, devour your flesh! Come, give me your life!" A terrifying voice reached Ying'er's ears. She trembled violently, repeatedly pleading, "No! No!" The Ghost King used a special telepathic technique to intimidate her—a method so powerful that it had claimed countless lives. Many people did not die from being boiled alive in the furnaces of the Underworld; instead, they perished from sheer terror at the Ghost King's voice. Hearing such a dreadful sound, one felt the end of the world approaching—body and soul disintegrating, soul drifting out of the body, leaving only a lifeless shell. With the soul drawn away by the Ghost King's soul-siphoning technique, the person became a mere possession, subject to the King's will and control. The Ghost King possessed over 10,000 female ghost souls, all of whom were rather unattractive and served only as tools for his indulgence in sensual pleasures. This time, upon seeing Ying'er—the incomparable, first-rank beauty of the Immortal Realm—how could he possibly let her go? The Ghost King saw Ying'er trembling, her hands tightly clutching her head, repeatedly shouting, "No! No! I'm so afraid!" "Ha ha ha!" Seeing that his threatening telepathy had worked wonders, the Ghost King immediately smiled with a lustful expression and said, "Dear beauty, don't be afraid! As long as you agree to marry me now, I won't be so cruel! I'll let you remain exactly as you are. Honestly, you're so beautiful—I simply can't bear to part with you!" Though his words were insincere—since the Ghost King took pleasure in killing and enjoyed watching others suffer and struggle to their deaths before him—he had a plan: first, marry the young beauty, fulfill his wedding vows, and then, after claiming her beauty for himself, use his Soul-Siphoning Technique to draw her spirit into his own, thus mastering her completely. Then, he could enjoy a life of daily revelry and nightly bliss. The Ghost King was truly a classic color-loving demon king, just like Zhao Fuqing. Yet, their objects differed—one was Ying'er, the other was Pan Jinlian. Zhao Fuzhi not only sought to make advances on Pan Jinlian, but harbored deep resentment toward society, viewing humanity as his enemy; thus, he ultimately destroyed himself through his own actions, and Gao Liang, upholding justice, triumphed by eliminating Zhao Fuzhi. This time, however, the Ghost King dared to move upon Ying'er. Who was Ying'er? She was the most important woman in Gao Liang's life. He who harms my woman shall die! The Ghost King was unaware that Gao Liang was capable of fulfilling his word. What then became of the Ghost King? We shall see. At this moment, Ying'er pretended to agree. This delighted the Ghost King, who danced and sang exuberantly, "La la la la!" Immediately, he summoned the Buffalo-Horn Ghost, the Pig-Head Ghost, and numerous other minor spirits to prepare a wedding feast, with the ceremony to take place in the evening. At the banquet, the Ghost King, under the joyful cheers of his attendants, drank himself thoroughly drunk. Meanwhile, Ying'er remained alone in the bridal chamber, her eyes glistening with tears of sorrow. A tall, handsome little spirit brought over a delicious meal, but Ying'er couldn't bring herself to eat. "Get out! Get out!" she barked at the spirit, tossing the dishes aside. The spirit didn't leave, which surprised Ying'er greatly. She immediately ordered him to go, but the spirit replied, "Do you really want me to leave? Do you truly intend to stay here?" This question made Ying'er's eyes widen as she stared at him, suddenly feeling a strange familiarity. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "It's Gao Liang! It's my husband! You weren't captured and kept in prison by them, were you? How come..." Gao Liang beamed with a smile and said, "My husband has plenty of ways! Hurry! Change into this outfit! I'm taking you with me!" "Alright!" Ying'er quickly took the spirit's ghostly robe from his hands and put it on. Gao Liang also applied makeup to her, and now Ying'er looked exactly like a male spirit. Gao Liang has extensive expertise in the art of dressing women as men. When he first transported his wife Zhang Yупing to the Qin Dynasty, he had her dress as a man—yet even Gao Liang himself now can effortlessly and naturally transform Ying'er into a male ghost.