The aura of dead silence and desolation perates, the withered yellow river surges and roars, endlessly flowing like a giant dragon winding its way, extending to the horizon, and even to the world's end.
This is the Netherworld.
The most special realm among the Nine Heavens, the final destination for the souls of the other eight realms, with distinct operating rules compared to the other realms.
In this realm, there have always been only spirits, never living beings.
If a living being mistakenly enters this realm, they will be eroded by the omnipresent Netherworld Death Qi, ultimately transforming into a spirit.
Ripples suddenly appeared in the skies above the tranquil river.
In the next mont, the Waters of Oblivion descended from the heavens, yellow river water surged out, wrapping around two figures as they appeared.
Subsequently, the vast river waters disappeared.
Lu Qingshan and Xia Daoyun appeared in the Netherworld, forbidden to the living.
All around was silent, with only the sound of the river wind blowing by their ears.
Xia Daoyun gazed afar.
Oblivion was vast and mighty, stretching beyond sight.
She was secretly amazed in her heart.
Even as a Sword Immortal, the Netherworld was a place she had never visited before, and her first visit was naturally full of wonder.
But soon, Xia Daoyun subconsciously furrowed her brows.
Because she sensed the erosion from the Netherworld Death Qi.
Lu Qingshan felt little.
Possessing the Spirit Erosion talent, he could ignore the Netherworld Death Qi, but he was aware of its harm.
"This place is not suitable for long stays, we should leave as soon as possible," Lu Qingshan said.
As for the Netherworld, he was familiar with it, not to ntion having Gu Yiyi, the local expert.
Xia Daoyun nodded slightly, letting Lu Qingshan make arrangents.
Then, Lu Qingshan leapt forward, taking Xia Daoyun along the river towards the boundary wall.
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The sky was blue, the earth yellow, the vast land stretched endlessly, exuding a sense of grandeur, incredibly majestic.
Yet now, countless mbers of the Demon Race had gathered here.
Roars and booms resounded continuously.
The sky was shrouded in rolling black clouds.
Composed of Demonic Qi, the black clouds emitted boundless evil aura.
Below the Demonic Qi black clouds, a massive light shield could be seen, within which was a magnificent city.
Guangling Pass.
The city walls were grand, with mottled traces, exuding a sense of massiveness and an air of being impregnable.
However, these grand city walls were now teetering under the heavy erosion of Demonic Qi outside the light shield.
Within the rolling demonic clouds, countless demon shadows lingered.
These demon shadows varied in form, yet all glared ferociously downward, eyes tinged with raging Hei Mang.
The giant light shield flickered.
Whenever the shield dimd, waves of demonic cultivators would rush from the clouds toward the city below.
And within Guangling Pass, many cultivators would soar to intercept these advancing demonic cultivators.
Pounding Elent Force and rolling Demonic Qi burst forth, clashing.
Then ensued the most brutal war of attrition.
Shouts of agony rang incessantly.
Although the cultivators of Guangling Pass fought desperately, exhibiting extraordinary combat power, the Demon Race was relentless, abundant in numbers, and despite the overwhelming offensive, Guangling Pass cultivators suffered continuous sacrifices.
Blood splattered in the skies above Guangling Pass, appearing extrely grim.
"All of you, fight the demons with , protect our Guangling Pass!" Among the group of charging Guangling Pass cultivators, soone roared towards the sky, long prepared to sacrifice.
"Kill!"
Other Guangling Pass cultivators beside him shouted along, their courage ignited.
Their bravery simultaneously provoked the ferocity of the demonic cultivators, making their offensive increasingly violent, relentlessly advancing.
At the densest section of the black clouds, several figures looked indifferently at the ongoing battle ahead.
"Increase the assault," the leading figure commanded faintly.
"Yes, Luohu King."
The Demon Lord of the Asura Clan behind him imdiately complied, then shouted out orders.
More demonic shadows surged from the black clouds.
"Hehe, Luohu, at this rate, breaking Guangling Pass within ten years is undoubtedly assured," Poya said with a smile beside Luohu.
"The other day, two Honorable Realm cultivators from Guangling Pass erged, both driven back by you two, heavily wounded, likely unable to fight again soon, apart from Lin Xiu, the rest are hardly worth ntioning," Vimozhiduoluo agreed beside him.
Luohu's eyes were thick with black light, facing such favorable circumstances, he eerily shook his head and replied solemnly, "Do not underestimate the Human Race."
"Hmm?" Poya and Vimozhiduoluo were both taken aback, their expressions slightly perplexed, evidently unable to fathom what hidden cards the Human Race might have.
Yet Luohu only ntioned it briefly and fell silent.
"Speaking of which, Luo Qiantuo has been gone for quite so ti, why hasn't he accomplished the task yet?"
"Could it be that the Human Cultivator is truly so difficult?" Changing the topic, Vimozhiduoluo muttered softly.
Since Luohu dispatched Luo Qiantuo to the Black Armor Domain, more than two months had passed, and Luo Qiantuo's prolonged absence made him vaguely uneasy.
"It seems that the Human Cultivator is cunning, but with Luo Qiantuo personally taking action, what could that Human Cultivator amount to?" Although Poya wasn't overly fond of Luo Qiantuo, he had full faith in Luo Qiantuo's strength, dismissing it lightly.
"Poya is correct, no matter what, that Human Cultivator cannot possibly flip the situation in Luo Qiantuo's hands," Luohu said with a sinister smile, in a chilling tone.
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