Segments of illusory Yellow Springs linked together, joining into a single, self-contained cycle. Resonating with the real Yellow Springs River, they immediately stirred towering waves and ghostly wails that tore through the clouds.
"I sensed it! This is the aura of the Life and Death Origin Point opening. Yellow Springs, you really are here!"
A roar filled with excitement and anticipation rang out. An enormous hand reached from behind the golden gate formed of swastika symbols and violently forced it open, revealing a colossal body.
He was pitch-black, with nine heads displaying wrath, lust, slaughter, and other aspects. A thousand densely packed eyes saw straight through the human heart, making anyone who witnessed him shudder. Blood-red flames covered his body, their depths utterly black and dark as night. Nine hundred and ninety arms blossomed like petals, while twenty-four immense, scale-covered legs resembled divine mountains holding up the sky.
"Hm? Who are you?" The Asura Ancestor looked in puzzlement at Ji Hao, whose pure Dao aura seemed utterly out of place in the Nine Netherworlds, where chaos and depravity reigned.
"Where is Yellow Springs?" the Asura Ancestor asked.
"Asura Ancestor, the Life and Death Origin Point is your only hope of advancing and restoring your strength," Ji Hao said leisurely. Naturally, he had not let that ant-like, Celestial Immortal-level Asura leave unharmed without a purpose.
All he needed was to use the Life and Death Origin Point and Yellow Springs as bait to draw in this ancient powerhouse. Even knowing that he would enter a trap, the Asura Ancestor would still fly into the flames like a moth.
For this was his only hope and opportunity, and he would never relinquish it.
This was an open scheme. No elaborate arrangements were needed; someone would enter the trap of his own accord.