131: The righteous path was terrified and sent undercover agents into the Netherworld!

Central Region, Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Headquarters.

In this ancient hall floating above the sea of clouds, today's atmosphere was even heavier than the ten-thousand-year mystic iron outside the hall.

Around a huge round table made of Starwood, Incarnations of Divine Thoughts, with auras as deep as the sea, sat quietly. Behind each Incarnation represented a top power on the Xuanyuan Continent capable of making a region tremble just by stomping their feet.

The Yaochi Holy Master, the Holy Master of Taiyi, the Old Ancestor of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, the Buddha Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land... the leaders of the Righteous Path gathered here.

On the light screen in the center of the round table, the scene of the Nine Nether Demon Domain was clearly reflected.

That Ten Thousand Demon City built from endless skeletons, the billowing Devilish Qi rising into the sky, and the unrestrained, evil, and twisted figures in the city made every giant present feel disgust and unease from the depths of their Divine Soul.

"Everyone, you have all seen it."

The Yaochi Holy Master's cold and majestic voice was the first to break the dead silence in the hall.

Her Divine Thought Incarnation was the most realistically condensed, peerless in grace, and her holy aura formed a sharp contrast with the filthy Demon Domain in the light screen.

"Regarding the Wang Family of the Northern Region, with the Great Xia Empress taking action, it won't cause much of a stir for the time being. However, the scale of the Ten-thousand-year demon codex in the Nine Nether Demon Domain this time is far greater than any recorded in history. I have a premonition that something major will happen during this demon codex."

Her words were like a giant rock thrown into a lake that was already surging with undercurrents.

The most hot-tempered Holy Master of Taiyi, a middle-aged man surrounded by Sword Qi, suddenly slapped the table and shouted angrily, "Premonition? Do you even need a premonition?! The yellow springs demonic sword! That is the weapon of the ancient Devil Emperor! Once this ominous weapon is born, a new leader will surely emerge in the Demonic Path! At that time, if they coordinate from north to south with that Wang family in the Northern Region who obtained the 'Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art', will we in the Righteous Path still have good days?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall became even more solemn.

A single Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art was enough to make everyone feel as if they were facing a great enemy. If a Demon Lord who held an Emperor's weapon and unified the entire Nine Nether Demon Domain was added... it would be a Dark Turmoil sweeping the entire continent, and no one would be spared.

"Amitabha."

The old Buddha Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land pressed his palms together, his face full of compassion, but his voice carried deep concern.

"The Secret Realm of the Yellow Springs Devil Emperor has Emperor-level Restrictions personally laid down by him. Cultivators at the Saint Realm and below simply cannot enter. Our cultivation has long since transcended that level; even if we wanted to intervene, we are powerless and can only sigh in despair."

"Are we just going to watch those demon brats choose a new Demon Lord right under our noses?!" The Holy Master of Taiyi was so angry that his beard and eyes were bulging. "Once they've grown strong, the first to suffer will be us Righteous Path Sects!"

The great hall instantly became noisy.

Someone proposed strengthening the Seal to completely lock down the Nine Nether Demon Domain. But someone immediately countered, saying the connection between the Demon Domain and the Xuanyuan Continent was deep-rooted, representing the Yin and Yang sides of heaven and earth; forcibly sealing it would only invite a more terrifying backlash.

Someone suggested using Emperor weapons to strike from the outside and directly destroy the Secret Realm. But what if they failed, causing the yellow springs demonic sword to break its Seal and emerge early? Who would take responsibility?

For a time, everyone was stuck by this difficult problem.

They couldn't fight their way in.

And they didn't dare to wait.

Just as everyone was at their wits' end.

The Incarnation of the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor, representing the Great Xia Divine Dynasty and possessing the oldest and deepest aura, slowly opened his eyes.

"Since we cannot enter," his voice was not loud, but it sounded clearly in everyone's Divine Soul like a great bell, "then let those who can enter go in for us."

Everyone was stunned.

The Great Xia Ancestor's eyes, which seemed to pierce through the past, present, and future, calmly swept across the room.

"The Demonic Path can hold their demon codex; why can't my Righteous Path send people to 'observe the ceremony'?"

"Pass down the order: each house is to dispatch their top Saint Realm Disciples to disguise their identities and infiltrate the Nine Nether. Their task is only one!"

The Ancestor's voice suddenly became cold.

"At all costs, sabotage this demon codex! The yellow springs demonic sword must not be allowed to emerge!"

"As for the reward..." The Ancestor's gaze fell on the Yaochi Holy Master, speaking with hidden meaning, "Whoever can achieve the greatest merit in this operation, my Great Xia Divine Dynasty is willing to gift them a Divine Dynasty Treasury! Furthermore, my Great Xia Imperial Family will also owe them a favor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked!

A Divine Dynasty Treasury! An Imperial Family favor!

This gesture was truly grand!

Everyone understood that this was currently the only, and also the most dangerous, way.

"My Yaochi Holy Land seconds the motion," the Yaochi Holy Master stated coldly.

"My Taiyi Holy Land has no objection!"

"Amitabha, excellent, excellent."

Soon, the giants present reached a consensus. Secret orders from the pinnacle of the Righteous Path flew through various hidden channels to the young Prodigies and geniuses hidden away by their respective Sects.

A secret counterattack against the Nine Nether Demon Domain quietly began in the shadows... Meanwhile, in the Wang Family Ancestral Land in the Northern Region.

This was no longer a sacred land surrounded by Spiritual Qi, but a Hell on earth shrouded in war and despair.

The iron hooves of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty had already crushed all of the Wang Family's outer defenses. Now, the remaining Wang Family Disciples could only huddle within the Clan-Protecting Grand Array at the core of the ancestral land, barely surviving.

Deep within the ancestral land, on a Blood-Colored Altar listed as a Forbidden Ground.

The family head, Wang Zhantian, looked like a madman, his eyes blood-red.

In front of him, Wang Teng was tied tightly to a stone pillar in the center of the altar by several chains condensed from Saint Laws.

"Teng'er! Listen to me!" Wang Zhantian's voice was hoarse and crazed. "Our Wang Family has no way out!"

"The Great Xia army is right outside! Those so-called allies have all turned into shrinking turtles! Our only hope is you!"

Behind him, the few remaining Wang Family Elders all looked ashen and tragic. They pressed their palms onto the eye of the altar's formation and began to burn their essence blood and Divine Soul without hesitation!

"Aaaah—!"

Wang Teng let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He felt his body turn into a bottle being forcibly filled with lava!

The purest Saint Dao Origin, exchanged for the lives of those Elders, turned into blood-colored torrents, frantically surging into his body through the altar's forbidden secret technique, regardless of the consequences!

His Meridians were breaking inch by inch, only to be instantly reshaped by that majestic power!

His bones were creaking, as if they were about to be burst open alive!

His Divine Soul felt as if it were being repeatedly pierced by thousands of steel needles, frantically wandering on the edge of destruction and Rebirth!

"Su Chen! Ji Hongxue! Myriad Dao Auction House!"

Amidst the intense pain, Wang Teng's consciousness began to blur, but the venom in his heart was pushed to the extreme at this moment.

He gritted his teeth hard, letting blood flow from the corner of his mouth.

"I, Wang Teng, swear! If I do not die! I will definitely tear you all into ten thousand pieces!!"

Wang Zhantian looked at his son struggling in endless pain, without a hint of heartache on his face, only a gambler-like fanaticism.

"Hold on! Teng'er! As long as you get through this! You will be a supreme powerhouse of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm!"

"Go to the Nine Nether! Go and seize the yellow springs demonic sword! That is our Wang Family's last chance to turn the tables!"

"Use the blood of those demon brats to wash away our Wang Family's shame! Use the destruction of the Myriad Dao Auction House to commemorate the soul of the Second Ancestor in heaven!"

Crazed roars echoed in the blood-colored Forbidden Ground.

In the boundless pain and venom, Wang Teng's consciousness was gradually replaced by an even more twisted and violent aura.

His eyes slowly turned into a bottomless pitch black.