"That guy from Kunlun is almost invincible; his rise to power was too short."
" The Road to Immortality is about to open, and the appearance of a Chaos Heavenly Emperor is undoubtedly a good thing."
The same scene was playing out in many star fields: a chariot shrouded in celestial mist was heading towards Kunlun, led by Great Saint Sage. Inside the chariot sat a goddess of unparalleled beauty and extraordinary temperament, and the carriage was loaded with a vast amount of divine objects, which were gifts presented to Kun Court.
That goddess was also a gift...
On an ancient road, some trial participants witnessed this scene, and many were Divine Wound.
The woman in the carriage was the radiant jewel of this star field, always high above, graceful as a maiden, with skin as white as snow, captivating all who dreamed of her.
However, now countless dreams have been shattered, the goddess has departed, and is heading towards Kun Court...
In the Human Clan Eighty-Sixth Pass, a girl in purple looked at the golden and jade carriage in the distance with a playful look in her eyes.
She glanced at the person behind her and said meaningfully, "Now, everyone knows about that womanizer."
Ye Fan twitched his lips, wanting to say something, but thinking about what he had done, he could only remain silent.
There was no other way; he had once dueled with a female prodigy and ripped off her bra.
Originally, it was meant to be kept as a keepsake, to commemorate my glorious years.
Unexpectedly, Ji Ziyue found out, and the souvenirs were confiscated.
Seeing that Ye Fan remained silent, Ji Ziyue wrinkled her nose and muttered, "No man is any good."
" Ziyue, this dress really isn't mine."
Ye Fan protested, looking at Little Moon with a sincere expression, trying to distort the truth. "Back then, during my battle with Holy Maiden Minglan, I obtained a remnant weapon, which I didn't pay much attention to and put into the Bitter Sea. Later, during the great battle, the remnant weapon shattered, and who knew that there was a battle suit made from Silver Moon Divine Jade inside."
"Is that a battle suit? And why did you have to destroy the Holy Maiden Minglan's battle dress when you were fighting her?" Ji Ziyue said, her eyebrows raised and her eyes narrowed.
Ye Fan fell silent. His dark past was being exposed one after another, causing him great distress. Now, he could only silently admit his mistakes...
After her sarcastic remarks, Little Moon calmed down a bit, snorted coldly, and headed towards the next city gate.
Ye Fan, seizing the opportunity, brought out his star chart, intending to serve him.
"You should keep this and go find Liu Family Mingzhu."
Ji Ziyue glanced at the silver plate, but didn't move her leg at all. Instead, she brought up another matter, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Ye Fan was taken aback, and then fell silent again.
The Liu Family —a family he would never forget in his life.
Back then, he was only Half-Saint, yet the other party actually used a scam on him. If it weren't for the Kunlun Mirror reflecting the cause and effect of all things and exposing the true nature of that so-called pearl of the Liu Family, he might have actually fallen for it.
Unfortunately, several people were present when the Kunlun Mirror evolved, and Ji Haoyue was one of them, which is why Little Moon also knew about it...
Thinking of this, Ye Fan clenched his fists. This was an irreconcilable feud, and he would get his revenge sooner or later.
The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that he wasn't interested in that Liu Family's precious daughter and didn't have any romantic feelings for her; otherwise, he would have truly made a mistake that would haunt him forever.
After a moment, Ye Fan spoke, " Ziyue, my relationship with Liu Yue is completely innocent, and I have a clear conscience."
Ji Ziyue remained calm, looked into Ye Fan's eyes, nodded slightly, and said nothing more. She then gracefully stepped onto the star chart.
She actually knew more.
During their adventures on the ancient road, the other party used the Source Heaven Dharma Eyes to examine the bodies of some female saints.
Furthermore, when Ye Fan was traveling in the Eternal Kingdom, he had a relationship with Bai Jie, the daughter of the Bai Family, although it was a mistake that occurred under the influence of drugs.
She won't tell anyone; she'll let Ye Fan find out for himself...
Seeing that Little Moon's emotions had calmed down, Ye Fan felt relieved.
That moment was even more thrilling than being chased by Great Saint Sage beast; thankfully, I made it through.
He was incredibly grateful for the convoy's appearance earlier. Ji Ziyue had been watching for a long time and must have thought of that person from Kunlun.
Compared to that great man, his trivial deeds seem insignificant.
After all, that person was extremely loving in matters of the heart.
Perhaps this is one reason why Ji Ziyue calmed down...
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0. o, it's so cold, I'm freezing to death...
Chapter 635: The bottom overcomes the top
"You overestimated that Vermilion Bird. Even if you gave him the position of the Ginseng Fruit Tree, he would be of little use. He actually willingly submitted to the Chaos Body. What a waste."
This is a black building, built in the void of the Netherworld, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by black mist. Above the magnificent gate is a bronze plaque with three ancient characters that resemble dragon scales and phoenix feathers: Yanluo Hall.
This is one of the most terrifying and important places in the Underworld, on par with the Underworld Emperor and the Zhenyu lineages, and is an Eternal Immortal of the Foreign Realm legacy.
Some external traditions claim to the Immortal of the Foreign Realm, but this is nothing but nonsense; they only last for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
Unlike the Yanluo, the Underworld Emperor, and the Zhenyu Suppressor Palace, which have existed since the beginning of the Underworld Era and continue to this day, their ancient existence is terrifying and can be considered the oldest forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
"That person has mastered the inheritance of the Lingbao; the Nine Secrets: Zu is too powerful, Emperor Lord is no match for him."
A chilling laugh echoed from above the black hall, saying, "So what if it's Lingbao inheritance? Back then, his disciple broke the seal and was killed by the Netherworld, losing all his essence and blood, transforming into a bone general."
" The Chaos Body is different..."
On the jet-black jade brick, a Corpse Dao Quasi-Emperor's eyes flashed, and a cold voice rang out. " The Heaven-reaching Nether Treasure is in his hands. Unless Ancient Supreme breaks the seal, no one can stand against him."
This place is eerily yin, devoid of any yang energy; it is cold and dark, truly Netherworld Underworld.
The person above the Yanluo Hall remained silent for a long time before coldly saying, " The Chaos Body must be eliminated. Its karmic connection with the Underworld is too great. The Sun Clan and the Taiyin Clan have been searching for our traces for years. This generation has produced two Sun Body, both belonging to Kunlun."
"With our strength, eliminating him would be far too difficult..."
"We're not the only ones who want to kill him; the Big Dipper Forbidden Zone and that woman are also among them."
The other powerful figures from the Yin Netherworld spoke with great apprehension, hinting at a desire to retreat and not wanting to confront Su Yu directly.
The Lingbao Imperial Artifact is specifically designed to counter the Corpse Calamity, while the Netherworld Venerable's Immortal Weapon is a symbol of the Underworld. The Chaos Body has acquired these two artifacts, making it powerful and difficult to suppress.
"It seems the Underworld has truly become rusty. The Underworld has existed for eternity, witnessing the glorious years of countless emperors! In the past, our predecessors of the Netherworld conquered the ten directions; the mere sight of the Yin army threatened to collapse the Heavenly Court, leaving behind an eternal reputation. At the Lunhui of reincarnation, the Underworld is the final destination for all beings! This is not just empty talk; a mere Chaos Body has actually made us hesitate. It is truly pathetic!"
Above the main hall, the enormous creature let out a cold shout. It was not Human Clan. It revealed half of its body in the darkness. Its large blue claws were as big as Purple Mountain, and they gleamed with a cold light. It smashed the table made of divine material into pieces.
"The lineage of the Zhenyu has also declined; the Underworld is getting worse with each generation!"
The same was true of the other two important halls in the Underworld; deep roars shook the vast expanse of the Netherworld, causing crimson lightning to flash throughout the entire dark Yin Realm.
"My Underworld has nothing but a multitude of experts, gathering the strongest heroic spirits of all ages here. No one can contend with it, not even the Chaos Body." The Nether Emperor Hall began to issue orders, sending people to the Black Prison to summon the slumbering beings.
Ancient species, mythical prodigies, primordial powerhouses... The Underworld has buried an entire era and accumulated too much. If it were to truly be enraged, even Quasi-Emperor from the Ninth Heaven would perish.
"To eliminate the Chaos Body, we must first strip it of its wings. Shi Ming and Jinglian are its henchmen; we must cut them down first. The Wu Shi Lineage be annihilated!"
A chilling, sinister voice echoed, the Lord of Prison-Suppressing Hall speaking in a cold tone, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty killing intent, indicating his intention to personally kill Shi Ming and Jinglian.
The Underworld's momentary lapse in vigilance allowed the rise of the Chaos Body; this mistake must never be repeated...
The Black Prison, one of the core ancient sites of the Underworld, is covered with pitch-black soil possessing special spirituality, making it an excellent place to nurture corpses.
A troop of people was rapidly approaching in the starry sky, chasing the stars and the moon, shrouded in mist.
The legendary ghost army is passing through!
This is a powerful group of Yin cultivators. The leader, with a vast aura, is a Quasi-Emperor of the Fourth Heaven and the Vice Hall Master of the Nether Emperor Hall.
His gender was indistinguishable; he had a well-proportioned figure and was covered entirely in armor of Cold Nether Mother Gold, from head to toe, all protected by the divine gold battle suit, exuding an aura of chilling menace and eeriness.
A gloomy atmosphere pervaded the area. Under the instigation of the Yin God, the Daoist order and Order Divine Chains of this Ancient Domain were rapidly drawn away and combined in a special way, ultimately presenting a scene of clear skies and bright moon, where all things were serene and bright.
The chilling wind dissipated, light pierced through the dark clouds, and brilliant rays of light enveloped the starry sky.
The clanging of the iron chains was deafening, accompanied by a chilling gust of air.
A red copper coffin appeared in the divine light, covered with blood-red patina, as if it hadn't been opened for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. There was a strange fluctuation inside, as if an ancient supreme being was sleeping.
The sound came from the bronze coffin, which was bound with iron chains, thus locking it tightly and preventing it from being opened.
The scene was eerie: a clear sky, a gentle breeze, a soft moon, and rosy clouds... A bronze coffin floated and sank, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, exuding an aura of supreme divinity and holiness.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred. A stream of Yellow Springs descended from the Star Ruins, as if it connected to the Underworld Jiuyou. The surrounding Yin energy surged, overturning all the light and light.
The red copper coffin trembled slightly, and the cold iron chains shuddered and cracked.
As all the chains snapped, a deafening roar erupted from within the coffin, a deep howl echoing as if a Primordial Desolation beast, sealed away until now, was howling. The sound shook the souls of some, making them feel as if their bodies were about to shatter.
The sound was like muffled thunder; even an ancient Yin Divine Capital at the Great Saint Realm felt his ears ringing, his blood almost bursting out of his veins, and his whole body rumbling with thunder.
The ghost generals of the Nether Emperor Hall trembled and retreated, not daring to watch the battle at close range.
"Roar!"
With a deafening roar, the copper-rust-covered coffin unleashed an overwhelming pressure, sending its lid, stained with the blood of the Yin God, flying off.
With his gray hair flying wildly, an old man stood up; he was very tall.
He stepped out of his cage, his white hair flowing freely, standing like a monument in the starry sky, exuding an aura of the Immortal of the Foreign Realm.
What was striking was that blood-red needles, carved from the Nether Phoenix Blood Wood, were embedded in his vital acupoints. Each needle was more than half a foot long and deeply embedded in his body. Some of the spilled divine blood was black and carried the aura of time.
Legend has it that this sacred tree is a seed of death formed from the essence of a dead immortal who transformed into a demon in the underworld. It was then nourished by the blood of a phoenix and grew into a unique tree that is particularly effective against Yin God and corpse cultivators.
Its ancestral root, the Nether Phoenix Blood Tree, is unique in the world; there will never be a second one. Like the Elixir of Immortal Medicine, each one is one of a kind. It is one of the treasures of the Underworld.
These blood-stained wooden nails act as both a restriction and a tether, preventing the ancient corpse from escaping this Black Prison.
The leading Quasi-Emperor Yin God faced this ancient prodigy directly and said in a low voice, "Consider yourself lucky to have escaped the fate of being a war slave and to become one of us." [1]
He produced a golden compass, and as he gently turned it, all the divine needles on the white-haired old man's body sprang out and disappeared into the compass.
Snap!
The ancient corpse was covered with dense, ancient patterns, as if it had broken through some kind of shackle. A powerful aura surged out like a boiling sea of stars, comparable to Quasi-Emperor.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, the old man looked up and roared, his white hair flying wildly, revealing his true face. His face, covered in wrinkles beneath the snow-white hair, was a cold and indifferent face, yet still full of heroic spirit. Even in old age, his majestic appearance remained undiminished.
His eyes held a bloody mist, a gloomy aura, not very clear, but more like intertwined blood-red electricity, chaotic and frenzied, with an aura of world destruction.
The black-armored Quasi-Emperor put away the compass, took out a black cauldron, and lifted the top lid. A refreshing fragrance wafted out; it was an extremely pure elixir from the Netherworld.