Avoiding the patrolling Netherworld Guard, Xu Long arrived at the main hall entrance, but instead of rushing in, he carefully sensed the surroundings.
As he had expected, it wasn't that there was no protective barrier here, but rather that it was hidden too deeply.
The energy fluctuations were so concealed that they were almost imperceptible; only someone like Xu Long, whose soul had undergone three transformations and who was extremely cautious, could detect them.
Even if someone else were to reach the Mahayana Stage, they would probably still be in trouble.
"Multi-dimensional energy and spatial detection—that's really rigorous!"
Xu Long chuckled, finding this Netherworld Hall rather interesting.
After all, they were once the rulers of the Netherworld, so it's normal for them to have some resources; otherwise, they would have been wiped out by the Spirit Controller long ago.
He slowly adjusted his own spiritual energy fluctuations to match the barrier, and after continuing to meditate for a while, he carefully squeezed in.
This was the first time Xu Long had done something like this, and the process went much more smoothly than he had imagined.
Upon entering the main hall, one is greeted by darkness and emptiness.
Several enormous pillars stood silently, devoid of any living beings and emitting no disturbance whatsoever.
Desolate and lifeless, like the Netherworld.
Where are the people here? Where are the Netherworld Clan? Where have they all gone?
Xu Long frowned, feeling very puzzled.
This is the lair of the Netherworld Clan, so why are there no Netherworld Clan members here?
As I walked forward, lost in thought, I soon arrived in front of a huge statue.
This must be what the Netherworld Clan looks like, a race completely different from humans.
It has no hands or feet, and you can't tell where the head or the buttocks are. The whole thing looks like an irregular polyhedron, and its surface is covered with many dense spikes.
If Xu Long hadn't known from the boss's memory that this was what the Netherworld Clan looked like, he would have thought the statue was just randomly constructed.
Xu Long didn't know the identity of the statue in front of him within the Netherworld Clan, nor did he intend to delve into it.
Judging from their appearance, the Netherworld Clan is most likely a soul-based species, and may even not have a physical body at all.
Because any physical body will inevitably give rise to a corresponding combat system.
This shape is impossible to use in combat; it will only get destroyed.
Xu Long reached out and touched the statue, his brows immediately furrowing.
He realized something was wrong; a very strong barrier had been set up on the statue.
It has no function of warning or counterattack; it is simply a blockade.
This puzzled Xu Long greatly!
What on earth could possibly be placed here by the Netherworld Clan?
Power of Oblivion erupted from his palm, instantly destroying the barrier.
Xu Long probed the statue with his telekinetic energy and discovered that the interior was solid, except for a crystal the size of a soybean hidden in the heart area.
The statue slowly disappeared, and Xu Long held the crystal between his fingers.
After a quick inspection, Xu Long discovered what it was.
"Heh, it's actually a spatial magic item."
Once the surface barrier is broken, the interior space is immediately revealed.
The volume was approximately ten thousand Cosmic Cube, with High-Grade Spirit Stone the size of eggs densely piled up like a small mountain. Next to it was a huge pool filled with milky white spiritual liquid.
Hundreds of unidentified medicinal herbs were haphazardly arranged in the corner, while in the middle stood a two-meter-tall egg.
"Good heavens, have I stumbled upon the Netherworld Clan's treasure vault?"
Such a huge amount of High-Grade Spirit Stone is enough for him to cultivate to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.
Add to that a pool full of spiritual liquid, and even the worst outcome would be reaching the Late Tribulation Transcendence Stage.
If you include the Mountain-Subduing Divine Pill obtained from the alchemy furnace, he'll definitely reach the Mahayana Stage.
As for these medicinal herbs, take them back and refine them into pills for Haitang Xiaobai and the others.
For Xu Long, this would only allow him to advance one major rank, but for others, it would be enough to support a small sect.
The demand for spiritual energy was hundreds or even thousands of times greater, leaving Xu Long as poor as a dog.
No! Even a dog isn't as poor as him!
"Speaking of which, could this be the treasure vault of the Netherworld Clan? There are so many Spirit Stone and spirit liquids! But then again, if it really is the treasure vault of the Netherworld Clan, why is it placed here? Aren't they afraid it will be stolen?"
Xu Long pondered to himself, "This Netherworld Clan is truly bizarre; I have absolutely no idea what's going on."
Of course, there's no need to figure it out.
Since he's already got the benefits, there's absolutely no way he's going to give them back.
"If even the Netherworld Clan, which was nearly Miejue out, has so many supplies, the Spirit Controller must have even more. They couldn't have seized the entire Netherworld just to occupy territory."
Xu Long plans to kill all the Spirit Controller.
On one hand, 99% of the World Core are in the hands of the Spirit Controller, and they will inevitably clash in the future.
On the other hand, it's naturally for the sake of resources.
The strong prey on the weak; only the fittest survive.
Human beings are Wuxian, but resources are finite.
To survive, you must fight, you must seize.
That's just how the world is; no one can change it.
Even in a world rich in resources, people will still fight over the quality of those resources.
This is the nature of living beings; it's etched into their genes.
After collecting all the Spirit Stone, spirit liquids, and medicinal herbs, Xu Long looked at the enormous egg.
His intuition told him that this egg was extraordinary, and might be the offspring of some super mythical beast or ferocious creature.
But at that moment, an unfamiliar presence appeared in their senses.
Who is it?
After putting the large egg away, Xu Long turned his head to look in the direction of the main entrance of the hall.
"Hehe, I didn't expect a little bug to get in!"
A weathered voice rang out from not far away, belonging to a programmer with an aged face...
No, it was an old, bald man who walked in.
"We noticed a small insect had wandered into the Spirit Domain before, but we didn't expect it to come here."
The bald man had an aged face, but his eyes lacked the wisdom and magnanimity expected of an old man; instead, they were filled with arrogance and murderous intent.
This is Li, the leader of the eight great Spirit Controller of the Spirit Domain and the current de facto ruler of the Spirit Domain!
"Why aren't you hiding in your hideout? What are you doing here?"
Xu Long tilted his head, a strange idea forming in his mind that he believed would soon be confirmed.
Do you know me?
Hearing Xu Long's words, Li was stunned for a moment. He also had a bold idea and couldn't help but blurt it out.
"You are... Xu Long... Xiong Da's Spirit Host..."
Li pointed at Xu Long, his whole body radiating a chilling killing intent.
He knew all the powerful figures in the entire Spirit Domain and Rakshasa Street, and he was very familiar with their cultivation levels and abilities.
But in his memory, there was no such person as Xu Long at all.
If it were in Rakshasa Street or the human world, it might be someone insignificant.
But this is the Spirit Domain, and few people besides the dead can enter.
Those who enter this place must possess powerful cultivation.
Therefore, this person's only identity is Xiong Da's Spirit Host — Xu Long!
"I didn't expect you to guess who I am. Not bad, not bad. Although you're at the age where you should be getting dementia, you're still quite well-preserved."
Xu Long smiled, but remained prepared for battle.