209: Chapter 209 Ten Directions Heavenly Net Formation

"Yes," Master Zhao said, speechless. "After eleven years of closed-door cultivation, I've finally broken through to the Mid-stage Earth Immortal Realm." Using a good luck card, he had mined seven hundred and thirty-one low-grade immortal stones in three days, but it had taken him a full ten years to mine the final one.

After spending ten years mining that one low-grade immortal stone, Zhao Yi had to admit that the potential of this Xuan Mountain Immortal Stone Mine had been exhausted.

Looking at the System panel, he said, "System."

【Miner: Zhao Yi】 【Cultivation: Late-stage Earth Immortal Realm (Insufficient experience points, cannot upgrade)】 【experience points: 0 / 1600】 【Reward: None】

Master Zhao estimated that he would be unable to break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm in the short term. Cultivation is difficult, but mining is even harder.

"Hmm?" "What did you say?" "A plague?" "Let me see~" Zhao Yi, who had been distracted, finally heard what Approximate was muttering about. This was the world of cultivation, where practitioners had unfathomable means; how could there be a plague? Wasn't that a massive joke?

But when Zhao Yi saw the condition of Hu Lu, his expression darkened. Hu Lu's internal organs and the space between his eyebrows were indeed covered by a yellow pestilential Qi. Furthermore, this was no ordinary pestilential Qi; the characteristics of it being artificially refined were very obvious.

"Who is it?" "To have such audacity?" "Dead Dog, you too, why did you stand by and watch him die?" "Save him? With what am I supposed to save him?" Approximate jumped in agitation.

"The most urgent task is to kill the caster." "Once the perpetrator is dead, this pestilential Qi will dissipate on its own." "Damn it, stop talking nonsense. By the time you find the caster, he will have already died." "Save him quickly, don't force me to take action." Zhao Yi brought out the great sumeru treasure hoe.

Ever since this Dead Dog had fused with the Golden Dragon Immortal, he had become increasingly shameless. Unless he used force, he would never yield. Sure enough, seeing Zhao Yi take out the great sumeru treasure hoe, he cowered.

"Master, don't be impulsive," "Please don't be impulsive, that hoe of yours really will beat a dragon to death." "Honestly, what a small matter, I'll save him right now." After saying this, Approximate spat a mouthful of saliva onto Hu Lu's face.

A few breaths later, Hu Lu recovered. He said weakly to Approximate, "Thank you, Lord Dragon, for saving my life." "Hmph!" Approximate turned his head away directly. With such mediocre Aptitude, he couldn't even become an Immortal; it was a pure waste of his saliva.

"Thank you, Lord Dragon! Thank you, Ancestral Master!" "Thank you, Grandpa Dragon! Thank you, Ancestral Master!" One Who Listens to Emptiness, along with the three young Cultivators, bowed deeply to Zhao Yi and Approximate.

"Alright, everyone get up." Zhao Yi waved his hand. "Approximate, the pestilential Qi of the Lower Profound Sect is left to you." "Don't say no!" "Otherwise, Master's hoe won't show mercy." Zhao Yi threatened.

Dragon saliva, which was Approximate's spit, could neutralize all poisons and dispel all plagues. For the small amount of pestilential Qi in the Lower Profound Sect, for Approximate, it was really just a matter of wasting a bit more saliva. Approximate had the heart to resist, but unfortunately, Zhao Yi's hoe hurt too much when it hit a dragon, so he could only pinch his nose and say, "Yes!"

Only then did Zhao Yi nod. He raised his cloud and disappeared into Xuan Mountain. In mid-air, Zhao Yi frowned. Now, the entire Great Awakening Spirit Realm seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint yellow mist, giving a desolate feeling of all things withering.

Soon, Zhao Yi determined the direction. The method wasn't difficult; the further north he went, the sparser the population became. In the end, it was even a thousand miles of wasteland without a trace of vitality, and everywhere there were lingering vengeful spirits.

In the sky, streams of light constantly streaked by; those were various Immortals. "Could these Immortals know the source of the plague?" Zhao Yi intended to follow the many beams of Immortal light to go and see what was happening.

However, halfway there, he felt something was wrong, because the further he went, the more vibrant the vitality below became, which was completely different from the scene just now. "This doesn't look like they are searching for the source of the plague; on the contrary, it looks like the direction of the Great Awakening Sect."

Seeing this, Zhao Yi couldn't help himself. He intercepted a Human Immortal and asked, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask where you are going?" "I'm going to the Scripture Pavilion of the Great Awakening Sect to study the Primordial Scripture." "Why? Did you not receive the notification?" "Of course I received it."

Zhao Yi was a bit unnatural. "But now that the plague is raging, I fear someone is using evil arts to harm people, so I intend to investigate." Hearing the words "plague," the Human Immortal looked as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at Zhao Yi with a constipated expression. "You~" "You look so familiar!" "I remember now!" "You are the Death Cultivator Zhao Yi?" "What bad luck, why did I run into you?"

As he spoke, the Human Immortal fled as if escaping. Zhao Yi's expression was equally ugly. The plague was raging in the Great Awakening Spirit Realm, and the people were suffering. These people weren't thinking about solving the plague, but were instead rushing to study the Primordial Scripture. "Hmph!" "Those with different Daos cannot work together." Zhao Yi turned and flew in the opposite direction, where the plague was most severe.

Another three hundred miles later, Zhao Yi saw the vengeful spirits gathered at the foot of Mang Mountain, densely packed, numbering no less than a million. "This~" "What a Netherworld Hall," "How dare you?" "As fellow Human Race Cultivators, how could you do such a maniacal thing?"

"great sumeru treasure hoe!" "Grow for me!" Zhao Yi manifested a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom and swung the great sumeru treasure hoe toward Mang Mountain, but it was blocked by the Netherworld Hall's protective mountain Formation. "It's Zhao Yi!" Gui Xu said coldly. "We didn't go looking for him, but he actually delivered himself to our door." "It's just right to let him taste the power of the Ten Directions Heavenly Net Formation."

He turned his head to look at Jian Xu. "Are you ready?" "I've been ready for a long time." Gui Xu nodded. "Then let's begin." Nine clusters of black Qi floated above the Netherworld Hall, forming nine circles. The previously chaotic vengeful spirits suddenly split into nine black lines, connecting to the circles in mid-air.

"Bastard!" Zhao Yi swung the great sumeru treasure hoe, attempting to destroy the Netherworld Hall's protective mountain Formation, but everything was in vain. The great sumeru treasure hoe slammed into the Netherworld Hall's protective mountain Formation, only stirring up a ripple of black light, which then dissipated into nothingness.

"It's over!" "I can't stop it." As soon as Zhao Yi's voice fell, the nine black circles suddenly contracted, connecting into one, transforming into a giant net that covered the sky. It inverted from mid-air, enveloping Jian Xu within it.

Late Stage Void Refining, early Mahayana Stage, Middle Mahayana Stage... Middle Stage Undergoing Tribulation, Late Stage Undergoing Tribulation, early Human Immortal Realm. Jian Xu had actually bypassed the Heavenly Tribulation, stepping up from a Void Refining Cultivator to a Human Immortal in one leap.

"What a vicious method." "Just to achieve Immortal Ascension, you actually released a plague, you really deserve to die!" Zhao Yi cursed outside the Formation. Inside the Formation, Jian Xu, who had just attained the Human Immortal level, hadn't yet reacted when a jade book was thrust into his hand.

"Learn it quickly." "Form the Ten Directions Heavenly Net Formation and go out to kill this bastard." Jian Xu took the jade book in a daze, his eyes lighting up. A moment later, he put down the jade book, his lips moving rapidly as if chanting a scripture. His hands transformed like butterflies, forming hand seals at lightning speed.

"Done!" "Hmm? It's really done?" Gui Xu was a bit surprised; this was too fast. Jian Xu didn't argue, saying softly, "You'll know once you try." "Good!" The ten people formed hand seals, muttering to themselves, "Heavenly Net Curse!"