476: Chapter 476: The Chaotic Immortal Foundation, the Nine Netherworld Conspiracy!

"Hum—" The very instant the energy entered her body, a mysterious resonance of heaven and earth echoed within the sleeping quarters!

In an instant, Gu Qingxue's lower abdomen emitted a dazzling purple-gold Immortal radiance! This light pierced through Gu Qingxue's robes, illuminating the entire spacious sleeping quarters.

This Immortal radiance not only contained the heaviness and dominance from when Chaos first opened, but also carried a trace of the ethereal and sacred Grandmist, which represented the ultimate of the heavens.

As the energy continuously poured in, Gu Qingxue not only felt no discomfort, but instead closed her eyes in comfort.

She felt the little life within her body greedily absorbing this power of creation at an unimaginable speed; every faint heartbeat was as strong and powerful as a war drum.

An even more astonishing Phenomenon appeared!

The sounds of the Great Dao echoed within the sleeping quarters. The sound was faint at first, like the murmurs of ancient ancestors, but then grew increasingly grand, as if millions of gods and demons had crossed the endless river of time and space to descend here.

They flickered in and out of the Void Realm, surrounding Gu Qingxue's bed, piously bowing their heads to chant and pray for this supreme life about to be born!

Such a Phenomenon, enough to make the Heavenly Dao jealous, was simply unheard of!

Lu Yuan probed Gu Qingxue's abdomen with his Divine Sense.

He clearly "saw" the tiny baby girl curled up in the amniotic fluid. At this moment, the baby girl's bones were transforming from a mortal state to a translucent purple-gold, and countless complex Chaos Dao patterns were naturally branded onto her skin.

Her Meridians, widened by the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, were as wide and tough as a rushing galaxy.

Lu Yuan felt that increasingly unfathomable, terrifying foundation—which seemed capable of devouring the heavens and myriad worlds and crushing the eternal starry sky—fully taking shape within his daughter. The wild joy in his heart erupted like a volcano.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Lu Yuan shouted in excitement repeatedly, his deep eyes erupting with a startling brilliance.

"The Chaos Immortal Base is complete, and with the nourishment of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil... Qingcheng, oh Qingcheng, your starting point is so high that I fear even the ancient Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain, who have slept for millions of years, would crawl out of their immortal crystal coffins in jealousy if they knew!"

Lu Yuan's eyes were filled with love and pride. His daughter, Lu Yuan's daughter, was destined to stand at the Peak of the heavens and myriad worlds the moment she was born!

...

Just as the entire Qingyun Dao Sect was immersed in a tense yet harmonious atmosphere waiting for the birth of the little princess.

Deep in the endless Void Realm, countless billions of miles away from Daluo Heaven.

This was a completely forgotten Realm, with no sunlight, no Immortal Qi, only rolling demonic clouds and bone-chilling cold winds.

This place was the forbidden zone for the living and the paradise for the dead—the Nine Nether Underworld.

Outside Daluo Heaven, in the Nine Nether Underworld, deep within the Underworld, on a black wasteland surrounded by a boundless sea of blood and piles of white bones, stood a bone-dragon tent as huge as a mountain.

Outside the tent, the dense army of the Underworld was like a black tide, exuding sky-high Death Qi and Battle Intent.

A top-secret meeting concerning the fate of the entire Daluo Heaven, and perhaps even capable of triggering a great catastrophe for the heavens, was being held in the coalition camp of the four clans deep within the Underworld.

Inside the large tent, the atmosphere was heavy to the extreme; the air was permeated with a nauseating smell of blood and a terrifying pressure that made it impossible to breathe.

Four giants exuding terrifying pressure, each representing the four existing top-tier Immortal Lord-level forces of the Underworld, were gathered together.

Every one of them was a supreme being in the Nine Nether Underworld who could make billions of living beings vanish into dust with a single stomp.

On the left seat sat an old man wearing a wide blood-red robe. The old man's face was withered and gaunt, as if he were a skeleton draped in human skin. His eyes were sunken, flickering with cruel and cunning red light. Around him, faint phantoms of a blood sea rolled, with countless wailing Souls struggling within. He was the Clan Chief of the Nether Blood Su Family, which possessed a deep foundation in the Underworld.

On the right seat was a terrifying behemoth. He was a full three zhang tall, like an iron tower. His muscles were coiled, exhibiting a dark purple metallic luster, as if containing terrifying power capable of tearing apart a True Dragon with bare hands. Just sitting there, he exuded an aura of violence, bloodthirst, and pure intent for slaughter. This was the king of the Nine Nether Asura Royal Clan—the Asura King.

Opposite him sat a bizarre existence, a figure that seemed to have completely merged into the surrounding shadows; ordinary people could not see his physical body at all. From within that writhing black shadow, only a pair of eyes flickering with ghastly green ghostly light were revealed, exuding endless coldness and deathly silence, as if being stared at by him for even a second would cause one's Soul to be instantly harvested. This was the leader of the top-tier assassins in the Underworld—the Clan Chief of the Yaksha Clan.

In the main seat at the center of the large tent sat a female cultivator draped in transparent black silk. Her posture was lazy and casual, and her appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, with exquisite features that lacked a single flaw. However, the most terrifying thing about her was her eyes. Her pupils were deep as an abyss, seemingly containing a swirling vortex of stars; just one second of eye contact could suck away a person's Soul, causing them to sink into endless desire. Her entire body exuded a fatal aura that perfectly fused extreme evil with extreme seduction, like a mandala flower blooming on the banks of the Yellow Springs—beautiful, yet carrying a deadly poison that kills upon contact. She was the leader of the Celestial Demon Clan, and also the terrifying powerhouse among the four present with the highest cultivation, having already reached the Peak of the Golden Immortal Realm—Jia Lan the Celestial Demon!

"Everyone." Jia Lan the Celestial Demon leaned lazily against the throne carved from white bones, her long, fair legs slightly crossed. Her voice was coquettish to the bone, like a lover's whisper, but within this coquettishness, there was a bone-chilling coldness that could freeze one's Soul.

"I presume everyone has heard through your respective channels, right? That high and mighty, supreme Daluo Immortal King of Daluo Heaven, who once suppressed us until we couldn't breathe, has been out wandering for a full one hundred thousand years in search of an opportunity for a Breakthrough, and has not yet returned."

Jia Lan the Celestial Demon sneered, her eyes full of contempt: "The Daluo Heaven of today looks prosperous, but is actually leaderless. The Immortal sects are fighting endlessly among themselves for resources, relying only on those stubborn Immortal sects to maintain a superficial balance. In my opinion, it is simply vulnerable!"

Speaking to this point, she sat up straight abruptly, and the pressure of her Golden Immortal Peak Realm instantly swept across the entire large tent.

"Our Lord Immortal King of the Nine Nether Underworld issued the highest decree before entering seclusion! Strike while he is ill, take his life! The lords have ordered our four clans to immediately prepare for a cross-Realm war and prepare to tear open the Realm barrier! We will annex Daluo Heaven in one fell swoop and completely incorporate that fertile Immortal land, flowing with spiritual springs and overgrown with Immortal Plants, into the territory of our Underworld!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere inside the large tent was instantly ignited! Both the Asura King and the Yaksha Clan Chief had bright lights burst forth in their eyes, and their Battle Intent, suppressed for tens of thousands of years, boiled over like a volcano.