The white-robed scholar possesses such formidable power, yet his na remains unsaid.
No one knows him or is aware of his origins.
This is quite intriguing.
In the vast Netherworld Realm, there are countless powerful beings, yet not a single one can confront the white-robed scholar.
...…
In the deepest part of the black mist.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits rely waved his right hand in the void.
The black mist before them condensed, imdiately reflecting events happening within the Netherworld Realm.
Within the black mist at that mont, the powerful white-robed scholar was seen battling the formidable beings from the Netherworld Realm alone.
"Did you notice anything?" the Lord of the Dead Spirits asked.
"Actually, even if I didn't break the Blade Mountain Fiery Sea, I'm afraid this guy would have acted anyway," Xu Zii said.
"That's not what I'm asking," the Lord of the Dead Spirits shook his head slightly.
He said, "Did you figure out who he really is?"
Xu Zii furrowed his brow, thought for a mont, and then said, "A substitute?"
In truth, it's hard to tell whether the person is real or a fake from across the black mist.
However, Xu Zii's sense is extrely strong, allowing him to vaguely perceive that the white-robed scholar isn't a real living entity.
This is quite absurd.
If he's not the real body, and yet the fake body possesses such extraordinary power.
Capable of rendering the powerful beings of the Netherworld Realm helpless.
This proves that the person behind him possesses trendous strength, evidently surpassing a certain level.
"This is forcing my hand," said the Lord of the Dead Spirits.
"And even if I show up and slay these people, I'm afraid no evidence would be found."
"This is an open conspiracy."
"Although there is no direct evidence to prove anything, I am confident there is a shadow of the Holy Court behind it."
"They understand that the Netherworld Realm cannot go to war with the Holy Court, so they probe fearlessly and with supre confidence."
"But this kind of probing is sowhat aningless," Xu Zii said.
"They cannot truly invade the Netherworld Realm, so what outco can they probe?"
"I'm not certain of their specific goal, but afterward, as I leave, I entrust you to oversee here," the Lord of the Dead Spirits said.
"I believe their target is certainly deep within."
"Because my Netherworld Stone is here."
"To disrupt the Netherworld Realm's ability to absorb the dead, they must either destroy or seize the Netherworld Stone."
"Understood," Xu Zii nodded slightly.
...…
In fact, the Lord of the Dead Spirits trusts Xu Zii greatly.
After all, he even kept the matter of the Netherworld Stone from his most trusted subordinate, instead asking Xu Zii to help guard it.
Upon careful consideration, the reason becos clear.
Because the Netherworld Stone is deed vital to the Lord of the Dead Spirits, it's his sole hope for negotiation with the Heavenly Dao.
Yet to Xu Zii, it's worthless.
Because their paths are different.
This earthly Yin energy amounts to nothing in the face of Xu Zii's Divine Continent.
Moreover, Xu Zii's path is one of sweeping destruction.
Not one of negotiation.
Seeing the Lord of the Dead Spirits leave, Xu Zii's figure gradually fades into the black mist.
...…
The white-robed scholar leads a group, swiftly speeding.
At this mont, they have arrived at the midpoint of the Netherworld Rain.
Here, the Netherworld Realm has countless powerful beings, yet still, they are unable to deal with the white-robed scholar.
He wields the Spring and Autumn Brush.
The shield drawn by the Spring and Autumn Brush could not be broken by anyone.
Watching the countless powerful beings witness life's fickleness.
At this mont, a large hand appeared in the void.
The hand rely pinched lightly.
The passport constructed by the Spring and Autumn Brush was completely crushed.
Like a pane of glass, it shattered into pieces.
"The Netherworld Realm is the land of the dead; those who enter are presud dead."
With the arrival of the Lord of the Dead Spirits' presence.
Though his true form did not reveal itself, his voice was incomparably august.
Just the voice alone makes those present feel oppressed.
Soone shouted, "We an no offense to the Netherworld Realm; we only wish to resurrect our loved ones."
"Indeed, as long as we can revive our loved ones, we can leave imdiately."
"Separated by life and death, Yin and Yang are fundantally different realms; how can the dead be resurrected without throwing the world into chaos?"
The Lord of the Dead Spirits spoke softly.
"By coming to this place, you represent the dead."
"In the Netherworld Realm, life and death are beyond your control."
"I am the Dominator here; your life and death are decided by ."
Upon hearing this, everyone's complexion changed dramatically.
At this point, the white-robed scholar spoke.
He seed like the spine for this group; his words easily instilled confidence in others.
"Lord of the Dead Spirits, if life and death cannot be controlled, then why do all souls co to the Netherworld Realm after death?"
"The Netherworld Realm was once an ordinary realm, so why does it now possess the ability to attract the dead?"
"Who are you?" The Lord of the Dead Spirits looked at the white-robed scholar and softly spoke.
His gaze pierced through layers of black mist, resembling two divine eyes, directly landing before the white-robed scholar.
In an instant, all secrets of the white-robed scholar seed to be unveiled.
"A false body made from one shot, one blood, one path dares to act recklessly in the Netherworld Realm."
The Lord of the Dead Spirits said with a cold voice.
"Let weigh you, see what's backing you."
As the words fell, the Lord of the Dead Spirits' large hand descended once again.
A loud "boom" sounded.
This mighty hand brought not just sheer power.
But also the Lord of the Dead Spirits' ability to stir the entire Netherworld Realm.
At this mont, the white-robed scholar found himself with no way to escape to the heavens, nor to descend to the earth.
"Just waiting for you," the white-robed scholar quirked the corners of his lips slightly.
He drew out a painting from his hands.
As this painting unfurled, it emitted earth-shattering brilliance.
The brilliance scattered, enveloping the white-robed scholar himself, along with those nearby and the Lord of the Dead Spirits, all inside the image.
The Lord of the Dead Spirits frowned slightly.
He waved his hand, seeming to resist.
The white-robed scholar laughed heartily, "You cannot escape this; with your power, perhaps there's a chance in the outside realm."
"But the Netherworld Realm is an area of extre Yin now."
"I create heaven and earth using extre Yang; Yang transforms to Yin, Yin and Yang unite; this space must remain for an hour."
"After an hour, it will unlock automatically; for now, let's stay inside together."
"Do you think you can trap with Yin and Yang?" the Lord of the Dead Spirits snorted coldly.
A black mist began to surround him.
"Pure Yin and Yang cannot control you, but you forgot one thing.
The blood of these outsiders is that of the living, and can serve as an inducent."
"And I am the embodint of the Great Dao."
"This is a rule; do you understand what a rule is?"
The Lord of the Dead Spirits paused slightly.
Rules vary between people and extend to worlds.
The presence of rules in every aspect is indispensable.
It is precisely because rules exist that the world endures.
In reality, during the ti of strong Taoist nations, one could use Rule Power.
But this kind of rule borrows from heavenly rules, rather than creating them.
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