"Eh?" After Xiao Hua looked several thousand zhang down into the ghost cave, he could not help letting out a low cry. His figure swayed, and a streak of earthen-yellow radiance flashed past. Xiao Hua vanished from where he stood, plunging into the ghost cave. The Art of Earth Evasion was among the earliest Five Elements Evasion Techniques Xiao Hua had cultivated. It had now reached an advanced level, and no longer required earth-elemental objects; so long as there was earth-elemental Primordial Qi within the space, it could be used. Xiao Hua activated the Art of Earth Evasion and sped underground, scarcely slower than when he used the Wind Escape Technique through the air. The Netherworld Blood threads emanating from this ghost cave differed somewhat from the Netherworld Wind from before. As the blood threads tangled around Xiao Hua, they rapidly corroded his protective golden light, and his robe had long since been damaged beyond recognition. Yet when these blood threads, feared like tigers by ordinary cultivators, fell upon Xiao Hua, they could only produce sizzling sounds. Strange patterns appeared across his skin, flashing away in an instant, unable to penetrate his flesh!
"This isn't right! This... does not seem to be merely Netherworld Wind!" Xiao Hua had encountered Netherworld Wind and the Netherworld Blood Sea in Mingxi and Million Meng Mountain before, so he was no stranger to these Netherworld Blood threads. The instant they landed on him, he sensed something was amiss. "These blood threads contain an aura of dead stillness, one capable of extinguishing the vitality of all things! Hmm!! This is death qi!!"
Whether it was the netherworld spoken of by Daoist cultivators, the hells spoken of by the Buddhist Sect, or even the underworld spoken of by Confucian cultivators, all were incomparably mysterious. No one