Demon God Flower

Digging up graves.

For the first fifty years of entering the Underworld, he did not need to do any tasks, which gave Zhang Huan plenty of time to steal all kinds of origins.

The Underworld possessed boundless disastrous earth, burying countless corpses.

Under the accumulation of the years, corpses of different eras and different physiques gathered together everywhere.

Supreme Immortal Bodies, Extreme Cold Bodies, and Divine King Bodies were countless. It was unknown how many years of accumulation were required to make these physiques, which were rarely seen in the outside world, become neighbors.

This place was simply a paradise for cultivators of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art.

Although it did not go so far as to gather all the blood in the universe, being able to concoct some chaos monsters and create an incomplete chaos body was enough to show the Underworld's extravagant and profound methods.

If the Holy Son of Yaoguang of later generations cooperated with the Underworld, he probably wouldn't have taken that long to create a chaos body.

With the foundation of the Underworld coupled with Yaoguang's talent, there might even be an effect of one plus one being greater than two.

It was really possible for him to succeed!

At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end, and the Underworld is the destination of all spirits.

Twenty springs and autumns alternated, and time left no trace on Zhang Huan's face.

Relying on the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art's sensitivity to origins, Zhang Huan harvested a lot.

On ordinary days when there was nobody around, he scooped up corpses in the blood river, and he patronized quite a few small mounds piled up on the ground.

In just twenty short years, Zhang Huan dug out densely packed pits, and it was unknown how many origins he had already stolen.

To him, the more origins the better and stronger, so he naturally accepted all comers. He took whatever caught his eye, and the accumulation of his Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art had already taken initial shape.

On this day, the formations set up on the mansion rarely reacted. Zhang Huan hurried back and saw the worried expression on Great Saint Kun's face.

"Ah, brother, a big event has happened!"

As soon as he saw Zhang Huan, Great Saint Kun hurried over, anxious enough to stamp his feet.

"What matter could possibly make old brother so panicked?"

Zhang Huan wore a look of surprise. The other party had also visited two or three times before, and each time was unhurried, asking Zhang Huan how he was considering things and saying that if he couldn't make up his mind, the time could be relaxed.

Why was this time as frantic as if a pot had exploded?

"Brother, you don't know, recently the powerhouses of the Underworld have almost all poured out. On a small planet in the Canglan Star Domain, rare treasures have emerged!"

"To fight for it, all forces have used all their strength, wishing they could hollow out their family foundations. Our Underworld is the same; several Great Sages have already gone. Presumably, before long, even we will have to go to the battlefield!"

Several Great Sages had already died on the battlefield, and Great Saint Kun's face was full of sorrow at the thought of this.

Perhaps he hadn't expected that he would still have to go to war after entering the Underworld, and his dream of enjoying leisure had been shattered, which was why he was so anxious he was stamping his feet.

After all, those who came up by cultivating demonic arts like him were not good at dharma battles, just like Zhang Huan. A genius of the same realm could often beat several of him.

If he went to the battlefield, bullying the weak would be all right for someone like him, but if they really fought, he was purely an experience pack.

Coupled with the fact that several Great Sages had already fallen, the sense of crisis in Great Saint Kun's heart was even heavier.

After all, once one died, everything was gone. There were not many people in this world who could truly die for the Dao without regret; they were all people with desires.

"Brother, it's not that old brother is forcing you. This time you must agree no matter what. At least on the battlefield there can be some mutual care, and you won't die unjustly, refined into medicine by others before enjoying the second half of your life."

His tone carried a hint of pleading. Great Saint Kun had arrived a few years earlier than Zhang Huan, and the fifty-year period had already passed. Although he tried hard to shirk going to the battlefield, once he entered the Underworld and took people's handouts, he had to obediently obey orders at this moment.

Zhang Huan did not respond to his coercion, and instead asked about the cause of this sudden event.

To be able to make the Underworld value it this much, its value must be rare in the world, comparable even to Immortal Medicine.

"The cause is all because of a Demon God Flower!"

Great Saint Kun said through gritted teeth, word by word.

A Demon God Flower!

Zhang Huan's pupils shrank sharply. Such a rare treasure had actually emerged in this life?

Since ancient times, the immortal names of the three great rare flowers had been circulated among the universe.

Although they existed only in legends and had not appeared a few times since ancient times, there were still countless related ancient records and biographies, which were sought after by all spirits.

Some said that obtaining one could lay the foundation for a great undertaking, and in the future achieve the status of a Supreme Emperor, which was widely circulated.

Related examples were too numerous to count, but every single one that leaked out was related to an Emperor. With such a heaven-defying divine object, no cultivator could resist the temptation and not go crazy for it.

The rumors related to the three immortal flowers were too shocking, causing their popularity to endure.

Especially the Harmony Flower, which even a quasi-emperor would crave.

In a distant, unknowable era, someone once consumed a Harmony Flower and achieved the status of a Supreme Emperor.

Its efficacy could be called the number one divine object in the world. In front of it, any natural talent and opportunity became a joke, and obtaining it was equivalent to obtaining the Emperor's throne.

The Divine Flower: representing the ultimate beauty, it was rumored to contain astonishing deep secrets and the rules of the Immortal World.

As for the Demon God Flower mentioned by Great Saint Kun, Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing had swallowed one in his youth.

It caused him to transform from a snow rabbit with mediocre aptitude into a heaven-defying talent who surpassed his peers, and finally he defied the heavens to transform into a dragon and achieve the Dao.

It was said that the flower contained the Dao power of heaven and earth and was extremely spiritual. To the demon race, it was even more precious than a holy object, and they could go crazy for it.

A small flower contained boundless rules, which could nurture young demon spirits to baptize their bloodlines, change their spirituality and bone structure, make them naturally close to the Dao, and possess the aptitude to achieve the Dao.

Its efficacy was so powerful that it was called a supreme flower capable of nurturing demon gods, and it was hard to find across the world.

"If it's truly a Demon God Flower, it's understandable for the Underworld to make such a fuss. Obtaining it is equivalent to getting a young demon god with the demeanor of a Great Emperor."

If it was cultivated to become an emperor in the future, wouldn't the universe become a dictatorship of the Underworld? With their conduct and without any scruples, what they did might be even more terrifying than the Dark Turmoil.

"Making such a fuss, has the Underworld decided on a demon seed to nurture?"

Zhang Huan asked after a brief thought.

"Of course, sigh, it's also freakishly weird."

This happened to hit Great Saint Kun's pain point. Normally, the Underworld would not interfere with external disputes; it was inherently a place that seized all good fortune, lacking no resources and opportunities.

Because decades ago, the Underworld happened to obtain the corpse of a Destined Black Bird.

After its death, it had all along protected a fledgling egg. Pushing the body aside, the exposed eggshell circulated divine essence and the Great Dao resonated together with extraordinary commotion, and it was appraised as a bloodline regression.

The higher-ups attached great importance to it upon learning of this, and a quasi-emperor war slave was dispatched to specially escort it back to the Underworld.

The Destined Black Bird was a bird favored by destiny, closely linked to mysterious and elusive words such as luck and destiny.

Some said it was favored by heaven and earth, possessed rich luck, naturally understood the way of courting good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and could even modify fate.

The way of destiny was too mysterious; for ordinary people, divining heavenly secrets was already the limit, which was far from the magical powers of the black bird.

This race was small in number, and now that it was obtained by the Underworld, and its bloodline had undergone regression, the higher-ups attached extreme importance to it, placing several bets on it and pinning high hopes on it.

The Underworld studied the way of life and death; if assisted by the way of luck, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

This egg far exceeded its relatives, and in the future, when it hatched from its shell, its prospects in this path would be limitless, with infinite potential.

If assisted by the Demon God Flower, there was great hope for achieving the Dao and becoming an emperor in the future. Controlled by the Underworld, all spirits of the universe would sink into fear.

"I see."

Placing bets on the future, no wonder they went to such great lengths to fight for the Demon God Flower. Thinking about it, their abacus had already been thoroughly calculated.

"How is it, brother? Having said so much, you should have a bottom line in your heart, right?"

Seeing that everything that needed to be said was about done, Great Saint Kun urged Zhang Huan to make a decision early.

After all, time and tide waited for no man; making the alliance earlier meant peace of mind sooner, and at least it could give Great Saint Kun some psychological comfort.

Zhang Huan thought about it; he really had no interest in this alliance matter.

The other party had already come to his door time and time again, so it was better to give a clean answer. He opened his mouth and declined Great Saint Kun's invitation.

"Apologies, this subordinate truly does not have this idea. Brother Kun, please look after yourself. I won't keep you."

Nodding to signal Great Saint Kun, Zhang Huan showed no mercy and walked alone into the mansion.

Great Saint Kun's face alternated between cloudy and sunny at this moment, and finally, he helplessly flicked his sleeves and left at the door.

Not agreeing with the other party this time and rejecting his face, it was inevitable that he would be resented.

However, Zhang Huan felt it didn't matter anyway; he didn't take the other party seriously yet.

He hadn't come to the Underworld to play internal politics. If he was also selected to go to the battlefield in the future, he could just use this opportunity to leave the Underworld, having no more connection with them.

"However, wind and clouds are about to rise. For the sake of its plans, the Underworld's interior will inevitably be empty. Right now is a good time to stretch one's muscles and show off."

Zhang Huan's mind was active, and he hardened his heart to slash a slice of his own cultivation, pretending to be injured. Not long after, he headed to the main hall where the Underworld's affairs were managed.

Whatever was needed could be said right here; as long as it didn't exceed specifications, most things could be provided, after all, Zhang Huan and the others still held a nominal authority.

People walked back and forth in the hall, each busy with their own matters. Topics related to the front line were transmitted from time to time. Unlike the cold and desolate appearance above the disastrous earth, it operated its duties at high speed, giving off a somewhat jittery feeling.

Communicating with one of the managers, Zhang Huan came to an elegant pavilion.

Receiving Zhang Huan was a spirited female saint in uniform, with rolling wavy long hair, and her charm was almost overflowing.

The other party opened her mouth to inquire, and Zhang Huan immediately covered his chest, his face pale.

"My cultivation has some problems, and I need a large amount of human origin to recover quickly. Are there any locations to recommend?"

"The stronger the better, so that I can recover faster, otherwise it will be dark injuries at best, or death at worst!"

Zhang Huan spoke as if it were a serious matter, and demonstrated a dao injury on the spot, coughing up three liters of blood, which threw the receiving female saint into a fluster.

Flipping through records for a good while, the female saint drew a circle on the map and handed it to Zhang Huan.

"Great Sage, according to the detailed records of corpses transported by the underworld soldiers, the origin of this place is dense and contains many special physiques, making it most suitable for you to replenish your life force."

Zhang Huan smiled as he put away the map, very satisfied. Suppressing the discomfort in his body, he instead asked about the war mentioned by Great Saint Kun just now.

The receiving female saint was asked until cold sweat trickled down. She stuttered and replied with difficulty; she didn't understand many details and only knew a general idea.

Her level was still not high enough, and many inside stories were out of reach. For the sake of her little life, she hurriedly pleaded with Zhang Huan not to ask anymore.

"Forget it, that's all. Go get busy."

Zhang Huan shook his head in some disappointment, feeling that he had asked enough, and stood up to leave.

The heroic and spirited female saint accompanied him all the way outside the main hall.

It seemed that this Great Saint Kun had indeed put a lot of effort into this aspect. Many details were unknown to saints within this system, such as that black bird egg, which she hadn't even heard of.

"Hey, right, do you have a ghost saint here who joined the Underworld a dozen years ago?"

Before leaving, Zhang Huan suddenly thought of the old ghost who had been sucked away by the Underworld, and asked the female saint to help check on this person.

According to the female saint's previous review of the underworld soldiers' records, there should be an information base similar to identity records used for checking.

Sure enough, after Zhang Huan provided more detailed information, the female saint found the corresponding saint in not too much time. He had now broken through to become a saint king, with his rank reaching that of a nether general, only two levels lower than Zhang Huan.

"Regarded as a native creature of the Underworld? That's quite interesting."

Zhang Huan did not ask about the abnormalities within it. Having learned the location where the old ghost was stationed, he left the main hall nonchalantly.

"This old ghost is doing very well in the Underworld and has even broken through to a saint king. He must have secretly consumed quite a bit of origin."

Thinking of the old ghost's resentful look, Zhang Huan felt a wave of disgust. He really wanted to slap him to death on the spot; this person must be killed.

"Let this old ghost help me accumulate origin for a while first. Before leaving the Underworld, I will definitely look for him and send their father and son to reunite."

A nether general—big he wasn't, small he wasn't.

On the eve of going to the battlefield, harvesting the old ghost as a wheat seedling—even if tails had already been left behind today, by the time the matter came to light he would have already detached himself early on, and what could the Underworld do?

The current priority was to find as much origin as possible. The Underworld was empty, and the powerhouses simply couldn't manage everything. He would take advantage of the war to ruthlessly slaughter a large sum from the Underworld.

Amidst his flying thoughts, Zhang Huan came to an ancient burial pit.

In the induction of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, hundreds and thousands of various origins were buried inside, and the rest were even more miscellaneous, burying countless geniuses.

Zhang Huan showed joy, broke the simple restriction on the pit, and scanned the five-colored origins with his eyes. This burial pit could at least offset Zhang Huan's digging of the previous several years!

Perhaps burial grounds of this kind were also divided into tiers within the Underworld. Having dug for so long, Zhang Huan was already self-taught and knew the ropes; this place was clearly much better than the burial grounds Zhang Huan had explored in the past.

With so many useful origins, and they were open to Zhang Huan, the value of the origins within those hidden precious burial grounds must be even more precious.

Extracting the origin from the corpses and swallowing them with the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, the colorful light balls were like being swallowed by a whale for a time, all turning into essence and being swallowed into the belly.

Too little. Zhang Huan operated his demonic art to perceive. If he wanted to condense a divine embryo, these foundations were still far from enough, and he needed at least dozens of such burial pits for him to devour.

"Being cautious in the past and newly entering the Underworld, afraid of revealing flaws and failing completely, I never explored those burial grounds wrapped in powerful restrictions."

"Now I have nothing to worry about!"

A fierce look appeared in Zhang Huan's eyes, and across the void he locked onto those quasi-emperor-level and great-sage-level burial grounds.

He had also practiced source arts, and his attainments were not low. If he had such an idea, he would definitely succeed.

Among a range of ancient mountains, clear springs flowed, lush and verdant, with plants spread everywhere and the calls of birds and beasts rising one after another.

This place was not a grotto-heaven, but it existed in a place where dead Qi gathered like the Underworld, with vigorous vital energy, forming a sharp contrast with the netherworld outside the mountain range.

Looking at this place from a thousand miles away, it was desolate, without the appearance of high mountains and big trees at all. The entire mountain range was shrouded by formations, hidden within the disastrous earth.