200: Chapter 200 Dad~

Before the words had even faded, Zhao Yi stomped his foot heavily. The earth trembled, and a golden pattern spread out from beneath his feet, rushing straight toward the walls of the dungeon.

In an instant, the rocks of the entire dungeon seemed to come alive, transforming into countless grains of sand that floated in the air, each one shimmering with a faint golden light.

"Is this Earth Vein Resonance?" Breaking Delusion's pupils constricted. "You refined the Earth Qi of the entire Mang Mountain?"

"Wrong." Zhao Yi's eyes turned sharp suddenly. "It is the Law of Money."

As the words fell, the floating sand grains suddenly rotated, forming a giant golden copper coin. The square hole in the center of the coin was like a gaping maw that swallowed heaven, sucking in all the Evil Qi, flames, and even the black light released by Breaking Delusion within the dungeon.

"Money gives birth to all things, and all things circulate." Zhao Yi slowly raised his great sumeru treasure hoe, pointing it at Breaking Delusion. "Your Netherworld Hall relies on Evil Qi to cultivate, but did you know that Evil Qi can also depreciate?"

"Immortal Art: Inflation!" Boom! The golden copper coin expanded violently. The originally dense black Evil Qi instantly became thin and dispersed, like dew being evaporated.

The flames in the dungeon also turned from crimson to pale, and the temperature plummeted. This was an Immortal Art that Zhao Yi had newly comprehended after promoting to Earth Immortal.

Breaking Delusion's expression changed drastically: "You tampered with the heavenly dao law of this place?"

"Not tampered." Zhao Yi chuckled. "It is revaluing assets. Now, come here and die."

Zhao Yi seemed to have become the god of the dungeon, wielding the great sumeru treasure hoe and suppressing Breaking Delusion. Without the support of Evil Qi, Breaking Delusion was left only with defense, allowing Zhao Yi to mold him however he pleased.

"Blood Explosion~" Seeing he was no match, Breaking Delusion was ruthless, detonating half of his body and turning into a ball of black mist to escape. Zhao Yi... "Coward!"

Then, turning to look at One Who Listens to Emptiness, he said loudly, "Break for me!" The great sumeru treasure hoe transformed into a beam of white light, slashing toward the iron chains on One Who Listens to Emptiness.

Those chains, refined by the secret techniques of the Netherworld Hall and difficult to shake even for those in the Human Immortal Realm, shattered inch by inch like rotten wood the moment they touched the white light.

"No!" Ding Yu roared, wanting to pounce forward, but was firmly suppressed by the claw shadows of Approximate.

Zhao Yi reached out to support the falling One Who Listens to Emptiness, whispering: "How are you?" One Who Listens to Emptiness had tears in his eyes, saying weakly: "I won't die."

"I thought I would never see the Ancestral Master again in this life; I didn't expect that the heavens would eventually take pity on us."

Zhao Yi was stunned upon hearing this. His gaze swept over the remaining hundred or so Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect in the dungeon. Although everyone was in rags and their aura was weak, their eyes were filled with infinite fighting spirit and respect for him.

"This..." Zhao Yi was touched. Even if he wasn't the Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect before, he was now.

"You all..." "Have worked hard." "Waaah~" "Ancestral Master~"

These Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect could face death without fear when confronting Ding Yu; even though thousands were killed, not one was afraid of death or surrendered. Instead, when facing Zhao Yi, they could no longer hold back and wailed loudly.

"Alright, alright," "It's all in the past." Zhao Yi comforted them gently while continuously emitting Immortal Qi to help these Disciples heal their injuries. However, physical wounds are easy to treat, but psychological trauma cannot be healed in a short time.

"Caught you." Over there, Approximate, who had been fighting for a long time, finally found an opportunity to capture Ding Yu alive. "Great Master, the villain is here."

"Tie him up and hand him over to them to deal with." Zhao Yi said indifferently. "Old Ancestor Zhao, you can't do this. My master is the Heavenly Immortal Miao Hua; I was arranged by him to be an undercover agent in the Netherworld Hall. If you kill me, he will not let you go."

Approximate... He punched Ding Yu's mouth to pieces. "Hehe, what a coincidence. The Heavenly Immortal Miao Hua is my brother, and my Great Master. Killing you, a double-crosser, might just get me scolded by the Great Master. Behave yourself."

Ding Yu was tied into a twist by Approximate and kicked into the middle of the surviving Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect. "You all can take your revenge and settle your grievances!"

A Cultivator nearby immediately pounced on Ding Yu and began tearing at him. "Villain, I wish I could eat you alive. Return the lives of my Senior Brother and Junior Brother!" He bit until blood was flowing everywhere, then cried out loudly, "Junior Brother Liu, Junior Sister Fu, I have avenged you."

A moment later, Ding Yu was beaten into a pile of minced meat by the enraged Lower Profound Sect Cultivators, but there were still faint specks of spiritual light on the meat.

"The power of Law?" "So you have also touched the threshold of an Earth Immortal. Unfortunately, you ran into me. Immortal Art: Inflation!"

This was the only offensive Immortal Art Zhao Yi had comprehended that carried the heavenly dao law. The golden copper coin hovered over the pile of flesh and blood, and a huge suction force emitted from the center of the hole, devouring all the spiritual light on the flesh and blood.

When the last wisp of spiritual light vanished, the pile of flesh and blood actually let out a mournful cry like a human. At the same time, bloody rain fell over the entire Mang Mountain, and Ding Yu had completely perished.

But Zhao Yi did not relax; instead, he became increasingly tense. "You all go into Fuyu Palace first. Remember the rules inside; do not act rashly. If you cannot hold on, have One Who Listens to Emptiness knock you out."

One Who Listens to Emptiness wanted to say something else, but it was already too late. Zhao Yi's Fuyu Palace had descended, taking them all inside. "Go! The great battle is coming."

Zhao Yi shouldered the great sumeru treasure hoe, with Approximate circling behind him. The atmosphere was indescribably oppressive. As soon as he exited the dungeon, Zhao Yi saw the black clouds filling the sky.

"The ten Hall Masters of the Netherworld Hall, why are only six here? Where are the other four?" Breaking Delusion said hatefully: "Six is enough, what's wrong? One against six, can't it finish you off?"

Zhao Yi stood the great sumeru treasure hoe upright on the ground. "I never kill nameless people. What Prodigies are you? Why don't you report your names?"

"Venerable Silent Illumination of the Silent Illumination Hall, Deep Abyss." "Venerable Silent of the Silent Hall, Wu Yan." "Venerable Silent Binding of the Silent Binding Hall, Xuan Suo." "Venerable Silent Balance of the Silent Balance Hall, Liang Chen." "Venerable Silent Monarch of the Silent Monarch Hall, Wu Xiang." Plus Breaking Delusion, that made exactly six Hall Masters.

Zhao Yi... Damn it, he was just talking trash; did they actually report their names? How freaking awkward is this?

"Ahem~" "Well, I've noted them all down. Rest assured, I won't engrave the wrong tombstones for you when the time comes."

In the awkward moment, Approximate stepped out. He swung his dragon tail, "Lord Dragon is here. Who will come to die?"

"Arrogant!" Venerable Deep Abyss of the Silent Illumination Hall shouted angrily. A Netherworld Glazed Lamp in his hand ignited with a boom, and thousands of wailing soul shadows appeared within the lamp flame.

"This Soul-Illuminating Lamp of mine has burned the Divine Souls of nine thousand Cultivators. Today, I will let your Divine Soul be destroyed, never to be reincarnated~"

The red light of the Soul-Illuminating Lamp shone directly onto Approximate. Approximate, shrouded in red light, "?" "It's warm. What the heck?"

Deep Abyss... "This is impossible? Is my Soul-Illuminating Lamp broken?" He reached out to touch the red light, and with a 'hiss', it started smoking.

"What kind of thing are you, to actually have no Divine Soul?" "Lord Dragon is your father. I say, son, kneel down for me."

The Nonsense Sutra was activated instantly. Deep Abyss was directly ambushed, put down the Soul-Illuminating Lamp, and knelt before Approximate: "Father~"