"Senior Brother, are you all right?"
Xu Yan soared into the air with the Primordial Unity Spear and landed beside Jiang Beixuan.
Jiang Beixuan took a deep breath and shook his head. Gradually drawing back his Great Mist Mystic Qi, he looked toward Jiu Daoyan, who had already reached the mountainside of Immortal Pool Mountain. "I fought him for half a day. His methods are ruthless, but his dantian's Mystic Qi is nearly exhausted. If we're going to kill him, now is the time!"
Xu Yan followed his gaze. Jiu Daoyan looked wretched, his legs bent as though he were kneeling halfway up Immortal Pool Mountain. He glanced back, and his face went pale when he saw Xu Yan and Jiang Beixuan watching him.
"The pressure here is too overwhelming. It's hard to make a move." Xu Yan studied the slope.
Jiang Beixuan narrowed his eyes. "Junior Brother, could this be where the Nether King's bones lie? I sensed a terrifying presence in that immortal pool."
"I think you're right."
Xu Yan pondered for a moment, then said gravely, "Senior Brother, we're already at the deepest point of the Demon Vault, with only one realm separating us from the outside world. True Persons are still observing the techniques outside, and Ziwei Dharma King is holding this place. Once the Demon Vault opens, I'm afraid a great battle will break out..."
Jiang Beixuan's expression darkened.
He was no fool. He knew what the Nether King's Demon Vault could mean for the balance of power across the Nine Provinces and the four seas.
Such a treasure trove had survived since the Primordial Era and held the Nether King's remains. How could others not covet it? War might well erupt along the border between Nether Province and Cloud Province.
Deep in Nether Province,