201: The Netherworld Talisman and the Netherworld Palace

Today, Jiyin Island was bustling with activity because the Extreme Yin Holy Land had deposed its previous Holy Master, and the succession ceremony for the Holy Master would be held today.

Regarding the details, several second-grade Holy Lands had already known about it beforehand, and while the remaining forces felt it was somewhat improper, seeing the Nether God Saint Lord personally intervene, they naturally had no objections.

As for the former Extreme Yin Holy Master, no one would care about a Holy Master who was a thing of the past.

Inside the main hall!

“Everyone, today is a fortunate day for our Extreme Yin Holy Land, the Holy Master’s succession ceremony!”

“The former Holy Master, Yin Ji, betrayed his master and annihilated his ancestors, attempting to assassinate our Holy Land’s Old Ancestor. Now, he has been stripped of his cultivation and his status as Holy Master by the Old Ancestor.”

“However, a Holy Land cannot be without a master for a single day. After our deliberation, the former Grand Elder, Xi Chang, who has been loyal and achieved many remarkable feats, is hereby nominated as the master of the Holy Land!”

The one presiding was the former Second Elder of the Extreme Yin Holy Land, though now he was the Grand Elder.

As his voice fell, an old man in a black robe walked into the main hall with a smile.

Following this were the succession ceremony, Xi Chang’s passionate speech, and so on, and Ming Hai, representing the Nether God Holy Land, presented Xi Chang with a gift.

This represented the Nether God Holy Land’s support for Xi Chang.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Xi, on your succession to the position of Holy Master!”

Holy Lands like Zi Yao and Yin Kui were quick-witted, rising to offer their congratulations, and the remaining forces followed suit.

Seeing this, Ming Hai left. If he stayed, these people wouldn't liven up.

Next was the banquet. The guests ate and drank to their hearts' content, but little did they know this was their last revelry.

Meanwhile, on the highest peak of Jiyin Island, within an elegant small pavilion.

Ming Hai and the Extreme Yin Old Ancestor were warmly entertaining Young Master Qian and his companion.

“Young Master Qian, since our two families are in an Alliance, when do we plan to make our move?”

Taking advantage of the harmonious atmosphere of the banquet, Ming Hai couldn't help but ask.

They had been plotting to annihilate the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect for a long time, but as long as Wu Luo was alive, they dared not act, because Wu Luo was a two-step Quasi-Emperor and also possessed an Emperor Weapon.

If he went berserk, he could easily take down one or even two Quasi-Emperors, a price none of the three families could afford.

Therefore, even though they had plotted for hundreds of thousands of years, they dared not act rashly.

Ten thousand years ago, they found an opportunity and schemed to make Wu Xingqiong leave, then crippled him.

Even now, there were still three hundred years left. Even if he retaliated after three hundred years, they were prepared to deal with it.

But now with Young Master Qian and his group joining, it was naturally easier to act. After all, the other side had a three-step Quasi-Emperor, and by then, the other two families would also prostrate themselves at their feet.

“Alliance?”

Young Master Qian smiled, picked up his wine cup, and walked to the edge of the pavilion, gazing at the sea of clouds.

Ming Hai heard this and inexplicably panicked.

“An Alliance is not necessary, because the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect has already submitted to our clan!”

Young Master Qian drank the wine in his cup, then turned and said with a smile.

“What?”

“Boom!”

Ming Hai reacted quickly, instantly mobilizing his Saint Power to rush out of the small pavilion.

Only the Extreme Yin Old Ancestor was half a beat slower. By the time he reacted, A Hui had already slapped him across the face, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted.

And Ming Hai didn't run far, because no matter what escape technique he used or how many spaces he broke through, when he looked back, he was always within nine zhang of the small pavilion.

“Minor Thousand Worlds!”

Ming Hai’s expression changed. He understood that from beginning to end, he had been within A Hui's Palm River Mountain.

“I promised someone that your life belongs to him, so please, Holy Master Ming Hai, stay!” Young Master Qian said with a smile.

“Who?”

Ming Hai asked subconsciously.

“Him!”

Young Master Qian pointed into the distance, and Yin Ji was seen walking over with a smile on his face.

“Yin Ji! How is that possible! Weren’t you imprisoned by me? And your cultivation?”

Seeing Yin Ji, Ming Hai’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I was lucky to obtain a Nine Profound Conjoined Wood and refined an Incarnation. What you destroyed was merely one of my Incarnations,” Yin Ji said with a smile.

“How is that possible? Even with the Nine Profound Conjoined Wood, this Venerable One could have discovered it. You…”

“Because you were too conceited, and my Junior Martial Uncle was too confident, so much so that after I used some methods, you all thought it was the real me!” Yin Ji sneered.

“Damn it!” Ming Hai’s face turned ugly!

“This Venerable One admits I’ve been defeated, but when this Venerable One returns, it will be the time for our three families to combine forces!”

“Youngster Qian, you dare to play tricks on this Venerable One? This Venerable One will surely make your life worse than death!”

Ming Hai’s venomous voice came out, and then he took out an ancient gray Talisman covered in runes.

“Nether God Talisman!”

Yin Ji’s expression changed.

But it was too late. The Nether God Talisman had already been activated, transforming into a gray stream of light surrounded by countless runes, then enveloping Ming Hai, taking him past spatial restraints, and rushing out of the Minor Thousand Worlds.

“A method of the Nether Palace!”

A Hui was surprised, but his movements were not slow. He pointed a finger, seemingly crossing countless times and spaces, instantly arriving before the gray stream of light, and then pointing at one of the runes within it. The gray stream of light was instantly broken, and Ming Hai fell out of it.

He looked terrified, just about to flee again, but a large hand covered him, grabbing him back, and then throwing him like a dead dog before Young Master Qian.

“How is that possible? How could you break the Nether God Talisman?”

Ming Hai looked at A Hui in horror.

“It seems you have a very close relationship with the Netherworld!” Young Master Qian said with a smile.

Just now, A Hui had already sent him information about the Nether God Talisman. This Talisman originated from the Nether Palace, and the runes on it were a special type of rune from the Nether Palace.

“You’re talking nonsense!”

Ming Hai’s pupils constricted, and he argued with a flustered look in his eyes.

“Whether it is or isn’t, I’ll know once I attack the Nether God Holy Land!”

Young Master Qian no longer wasted words with him.

“It’s time to end this!”

Young Master Qian’s gaze turned to the east… At this moment.

Ancient Martial Emperor Sect, on the Emperor Peak that had existed for countless years!

Wu Luo’s gaze was distant as he overlooked thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. This battle would be the first step in restoring their Emperor Sect’s glory.

When this battle concluded, the Ancient Martial Emperor Continent would once again be under their control, and all dissenting voices would be utterly annihilated in this battle.

Thinking of this, his heart surged with heroic spirit. He looked at the tens of thousands of warships below, at the thirty million strong army composed of God-Emperor Realm experts, and at their eyes filled with Battle Intent.

“Where are the Disciples of the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect?”

“We are here!”

“This battle concerns the prestige of our Emperor Sect. Even if we die, we must demonstrate the might of our Emperor Sect.”

“I will be with you all, to wash away the past humiliations one by one!”

Wu Luo spoke calmly, his voice containing an undeniable determination!

“Ancient Martial Forever!”

“Ancient Martial Forever!”

Countless Ancient Martial Emperor Sect Disciples shouted in unison, their eyes filled with Battle Intent!

“Depart!”

Wu Luo shouted loudly, and with a swipe across the Void Realm, dozens of spatial wormholes opened.

Tens of thousands of fleets began to move, heading towards specific wormholes under the command of their respective warship leaders.

This time, most of the powerful experts from Extreme Yin’s subordinate forces had gone to Jiyin Island, making this the opportune moment to eliminate the various forces.

After most of the fleets had departed, three thousand warships remained in place.

“Go!”

A massive spatial wormhole appeared before Wu Luo, and he was the first to step into it. Behind him, three thousand warships, led by Wu Xingqiong, rushed into the wormhole.