Burial Emperor!

"Then welcome to our Underworld, fellow Daoist. As we said, so long as you do not hinder our search for the Netherworld Venerable, you may freely use all the Underworld's resources and command all its followers."

Yuangeng showed no intention of turning hostile, allowing the Corpse Emperor and the others to breathe quiet sighs of relief. To demonstrate their sincerity, an illusory figure appeared beneath each of their weapons, taking on their respective appearances and builds before nodding to Yuangeng.

Please inquire,

"Each gets what he needs. Here's to a pleasant partnership."

Yuangeng's attitude toward the four supreme beings was rather indifferent. He had little interest in these four dying Extreme Dao practitioners of the Underworld. Though they had all followed the Netherworld Venerable, and their knowledge and horizons far exceeded those of ordinary Dao Provers, none could be considered truly extraordinary.

"Since we are now allies, there is something I do not understand and would like to ask you in person."

The Yama Venerable's true appearance differed little from that of the Human Race, except for a nether eye between his brows. Whether it was innate or acquired through cultivation was unknown. He suddenly spoke.

"Did you fight the Undying Heavenly Emperor over three thousand years ago, fellow Daoist?"

The supreme beings of the Underworld had never quite put the events at the Reincarnation Sea behind them. This was not merely because Yuangeng had destroyed the Undying Daoist with a single Taboo Method, but because his willingness to attack the Undying Daoist meant he had no fear whatsoever of the Undying Heavenly Emperor standing behind him.

Clink!

Yuangeng said nothing in response. Immortal light flashed in his hand, and a five-colored Heavenly Blade manifested from between his brows. This was the Undying Heavenly Blade. Its divine spirit was dead, but the blade itself was of excellent quality, so Yuangeng had kept it.

"..."

As the Heavenly Blade appeared, the four supreme beings felt even their true bodies, sealed within immortal source, go numb across the scalp. The Heavenly Emperor and his blade had cultivated together, their lives intertwined. With the blade here, they could readily guess the Heavenly Emperor's fate.

Sure enough, this was an exceedingly terrifying powerhouse. Peaceful coexistence was the best solution.

The Yama Emperor's heart turned ice-cold. He secretly rejoiced that he had not joined the nether treasure in attacking Yuangeng earlier. Having followed the Netherworld Venerable, he knew how outrageously vast the gap between Extreme Dao practitioners could be. Though they held an overwhelming advantage in numbers, even staking everything the Underworld had left might not be enough to defeat this man.

"Rest assured. We are on the same side now."

Yuangeng had also discerned the mindset of the Underworld's four supreme beings. This was precisely the effect he needed. Only by raising their fear of him to the same level as their fear of the Netherworld Venerable could he stop them from daring to scheme behind his back.

Rumble!

Then he put away the Heavenly Blade and reached one hand into the starry sky, seizing two nether palaces from within the Underworld's star domain. As towering as stars, each was as imposing as the Corpse Emperor Hall, resembling a sleeping colossal beast, with Imperial Dao formation patterns swirling around it.

Without question, these were ancient halls once inhabited by supreme beings. The words "Longevity" and "Nether Mountain" were inscribed upon them. Though the passing years had long since dimmed those inscriptions, their majesty remained, as though recounting their most glorious past.

"These were once the halls of the Longevity Heavenly Venerable and another ancient venerable of the Mythological Era."

The Corpse Emperor spoke. During the Mythological Era, the Underworld had been a glorious power that rivaled the Heavenly Court. With an ultimate existence like the Netherworld Venerable presiding over it, its supreme beings had once numbered nearly enough to count on both hands. Many of their palaces had survived to the present.

"They are mine now."

Yuangeng shook his head. His magical power swept through the two halls, then began exerting force, grinding away every remnant of the ancient venerables' formation patterns within them. The two star-sized halls crashed onto the ground of the Netherworld.

At the same time, he directly shattered the enormous plaques on both palaces. With his magical power, he traced an even colder, more sinister black character and branded it onto the very front of the halls.

Burial!

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The instant the character took shape, the two halls seemed to take root in the boundless Netherworld. Immeasurable, surging nether death energy poured from the great fissure Yuangeng had cleaved open earlier, turning into waves of pitch-black water that flooded madly into the palaces.

Yuangeng's body rose from the ground at that moment, arriving above the halls. Vast nether death energy moved at his will, forming a cold imperial throne beneath him. Heavy and fathomless, the death of an entire epoch pressed down until the myriad Daos trembled.

"I am the Burial Emperor!"

Seated upon the imperial throne, Yuangeng spoke as though his voice came from the end of the Path of Reincarnation. Each word rang out distinctly, carrying the surging might of the Extreme Dao and shaking the entire Underworld star domain.

At that moment, throughout the Underworld star domain, the countless Yin Soldiers and Nether Generals who had already prostrated themselves at Yuangeng's earlier display of power lowered their heads even further. Most of these corpse-born Yin Soldiers had yet to awaken spiritual awareness, but the aura of Yuangeng's Burial Dao was so vast that it influenced their instincts.

"Burial Emperor!"

Meanwhile, the living beings of the Underworld also kowtowed toward the Netherworld. The composition of this great power was extraordinarily complex. There were not only the Yama, Prison-Suppressing, and Rebirth lineages, but also inheritors of the Netherworld Venerable's lineage, disciples and descendants of the Longevity Heavenly Venerable, descendants of the ancient Nether Mountain Venerable... and powerful beings born from corpses that had awakened spiritual awareness.

Yet regardless of their lineage, they all trembled instinctively. At this moment, they willingly submitted to the being upon the imperial throne. The aura of his Burial Dao was far too magnificent. Like the former master of the Underworld, he was born to rule this vast Netherworld.

Swish!

Meanwhile, many gazes across the universe turned toward the Underworld star domain. The Burial Emperor's Great Dao aura had clearly alarmed many mighty existences throughout the universe. Who knew how many beings had awakened from their slumber?

The Underworld had gained another emperor-level master. This was no trivial matter. As one of the mightiest traditions passed down from the Mythological Era, it naturally drew widespread attention. Not only had the vast majority of the present age's Emperor Weapons awakened, but many beings within the Life Forbidden Zones had also been roused, turning their gazes toward the star domain where the Underworld lay.

Unfortunately, even the mightiest existences in the forbidden zones could not discern the Burial Emperor's true face when they tried. The nether death energy in this Netherworld was too dense. All they could see was the imperial throne towering above it, and the pair of cold eyes upon that throne.

Could the Netherworld Venerable truly have returned?!

In this era, quite a few old monsters who had survived since the Mythological Era still dwelled within the forbidden zones. Those supreme beings who had known something of the Underworld, or even had dealings with it, felt profound dread arise in their hearts. They knew all too well how terrifying and ruthless that man, once closely associated with Emperor Venerable, had been.

"It's him..."

In the deepest reaches of the Reincarnation Sea, the ancient supreme being named Yun Gen was sealed within a mountain-sized mass of immortal source. His previously closed eyes had opened. As he carefully sensed those nether fluctuations that reached through heaven and earth, then recalled the universe-stunning strike that had slain the Undying Daoist, much became clear to him.

"We must lie low!"

Meanwhile, at the Cosmic Frontier, within the cracks between space and time, three figures were each sealed inside a towering mass of immortal source in an utterly unremarkable little world. But when the Burial Emperor's voice rang in their ears,

They could not help redoubling their efforts to conceal themselves.

Source God, Source Demon, and Source Ghost, the Netherworld Venerable's three former experimental subjects, were now terrified beyond measure. Only now had they finally confirmed that the Burial Emperor was not the Netherworld Venerable, yet his majesty was in no way inferior.

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"I must become an Immortal Artifact!"

Beside them, a nether treasure concealed within the immortal light of reincarnation trembled. It had just clashed head-on with that being. Even attacking with all its strength through the great formation left behind by the Netherworld Venerable, it had still failed to leave a wound on him.

At that moment, the Heavenly Nether Treasure suddenly realized how weak it was-so weak that it could no longer even muster the courage to launch a sneak attack on that man.