512: Wujian Niujun

"The tea has grown cold."

The King of Hell suddenly flicked his sleeve, and all the visions vanished like smoke.

The Ancestor of Bei Yin slowly sat back onto his meditation cushion, his six-colored pupils flickering erratically.

After a long while, he took out a black Jade Slip carved with six Dao patterns and pushed it across the jade table: "This is thirty percent of the Netherworld's authority."

The King of Hell did not take it, merely gazing into the depths of Chaos: "This Dominator is the King of Hell; he should be the Dominator of the Netherworld. What this Dominator wants is not thirty percent—"

"—but the entire Netherworld."

Within the Chaos space, the tea smoke solidified.

The Ancestor of Bei Yin's six-colored pupils contracted violently, and the hanging beads of his imperial crown swayed without wind, emitting crisp clinking sounds.

His withered fingers gripped the edge of the jade table tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if he was suppressing some intense emotional fluctuations.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath, his voice hoarse like sandpaper: "...I agree!"

"As long as you can help me find the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc!"

The King of Hell's eyes flickered slightly, his face beneath the twelve-beaded crown obscured and unclear.

He lightly tapped the jade table with his fingertip, and a wisp of Reincarnation Dao rhyme rippled through the tea: "Dark Heaven has already returned. Although his cultivation has not recovered, the Netherworld's will is awakening. This is your chance."

The Ancestor of Bei Yin let out a low chuckle, and as his six-colored pupils swirled, they reflected a phantom image of the Yellow Springs: "When I first met you back then, I already sensed the aura of that one on you..."

He raised his hand and waved lightly, and the scene of the King of Hell's initial entry into the Netherworld years ago appeared in the tea smoke: "At that time, I knew you would eventually meet Dark Heaven."

"After all—"

"That one within the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc was personally Sealed by that one."

The King of Hell shook his head, and the Book of Life and Death in his sleeve rustled open: "You think too highly of me. I am merely a Dao Ancestor. How could I suppress such a powerful being?"

"Even if it's just a pseudo-realm, it's still an existence that has touched that Domain. It's not as good as the best, but better than the worst, and not something I can deal with."

The Ancestor of Bei Yin suddenly slammed the table and stood up, the Netherworld patterns on his imperial robe wriggling like living snakes: "This is not something this Dominator should consider!"

His six-colored pupils burst forth with strange light, and the Chaos space twisted with it: "Dark Heaven controls the Netherworld's authority, this Dominator commands the Yellow Springs, and Su'er controls Reincarnation—if you want to sit on the Supreme position of the Netherworld, Dark Heaven's support alone is not enough!"

The King of Hell fell silent.

The Netherworld represents the entire Netherworld, the nurturing ground for all living beings and Dao of the Netherworld, while the Yellow Springs represents death, and Reincarnation represents rebirth. The authority over life and death is a unique order of the Netherworld. Without the authority over life and death, the Netherworld would not be a complete Netherworld.

To put it another way, the Netherworld is like a vast factory, nurturing countless ghost races; the Yellow Springs is like an assembly line, refining the order of life and death; Reincarnation is the final product, maintaining the balance between the Yin and Yang realms.

None can be missing.

"Three authorities..."

As the King of Hell murmured, cracks suddenly appeared on the jade table.

By the time the Ancestor of Bei Yin realized something was wrong, the entire Chaos space had begun to collapse!

"You—"

"Next time I arrive at Fengdu Ghost City..."

The King of Hell's figure gradually blurred, his last lingering sound echoing in the shattered Chaos:

"At that time, this Dominator will bring the answer you desire..."

"And you, be prepared with what I desire."

The Ancestor of Bei Yin stood alone in the collapsing space, his six-colored pupils staring intently at the spot where the King of Hell had vanished.

The meditation cushion beneath his feet suddenly ignited with a ghostly blue fire, transforming into a fragmented phantom image of a Reincarnation Disc.

"Su'er..."

The hoarse call was drowned out in the Chaos storm.

No one noticed that the dark profound pearl in the center of his imperial crown, which had always been dim, was now faintly flickering... with a six-colored light akin to Reincarnation.

The 101st layer of the Abyss, the heavens and earth were dim.

Beneath the turbid, dark red sky, a majestic giant city stood on the vast land.

The city walls were over ten thousand zhang high, entirely cast from dark "Burial God Iron," their surfaces covered with grotesque spikes and ancient Abyss runes.

Inside the city, countless massive Abyss races moved through it.

Three-headed, six-armed Lava Giants, bone-winged Shadow Yakshas, soul-devouring beasts wrapped in chains... each one exuded a suffocatingly ferocious aura.

The King of Hell's figure appeared silently by the Turbid River outside the city.

This terrifying long river, known as the "Turbid River," had a narrowest point exceeding a million li. Its waters were a viscous dark gold, with countless struggling, distorted faces churning within.

Occasionally, thousand-zhang-long "Burial River Dragons" would leap out of the water, still biting half-digested remnants of demon gods in their fangs.

"Unending Ox Monarch..."

The King of Hell's gaze pierced through the city walls, seeing the palace made of piled bones in the center of the city.

In the square in front of the palace, a hundred-thousand-zhang-tall ox-headed demon god statue stood majestically. That was the Abyss Dominator now lauded by the Abyss races, the terrifying existence who had fought his way up from the ninety-ninth layer, ruling this layer.

Suddenly, the Turbid River stirred up a ten-thousand-zhang-high turbulent wave!

A nine-eyed Demonic Kun, comparable in size to a star, broke out of the water, its eighteen pairs of rotten wings obscuring the sky.

Its nine vertical pupils on its forehead simultaneously locked onto Xu Qing, and it spat out ancient, corrosive Abyss words: "Human Race... Dao Ancestor..."

The King of Hell glanced at it indifferently.

"Boom—"

The Demonic Kun's million-zhang body instantly froze, then, like a clay sculpture crushed by an invisible giant hand, it turned into a sky full of blood rain and plunged into the Turbid River.

The river surface boiled for a moment, and countless lurking aquatic creatures frantically vied to devour the flesh and blood of this Overlord-level existence.

The King of Hell frowned.

That voice just now did not come from the nine-eyed Demonic Kun, but from a certain existence in the Abyss, who was using some power, entrusted to the nine-eyed Demonic Kun, to travel the Turbid River.

But upon discovering the King of Hell's true identity, the ancient existence's power retreated.

"Dong—dong—dong—"

From deep within the ancient city, twelve earth-shaking bell tolls resonated throughout the Abyss.

The ten-thousand-zhang-high Burial God Iron city gates slowly opened with a piercing metallic screech, and countless Abyss beings watched in astonishment as their fearsome Unending Ox Monarch personally led seventy-two Abyss Demon Generals out into the sky!

"Master..."

The Unending Ox Monarch's hundred-thousand-zhang demonic body continuously shrank as he advanced. By the time he reached the bank of the Turbid River, he had transformed into a burly man in black-gold armor with giant horns on his head.

Under the terrified gaze of his countless followers, this tyrant who ruled a hundred layers of the Abyss actually knelt heavily before the blue-robed figure by the river!

"A Hui, respectfully welcomes Master's return!"

The dull thud made the entire land tremble.

His seventy-two demon generals behind him stared blankly for a moment, then hastily followed, kneeling. Some who couldn't stop in time even tumbled directly into the Turbid River.

Xu Qing looked at the once lovable A Hui, who was now the Unending Ox Monarch, a name that struck terror across the Abyss, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Rise, now you have a bit of an Overlord's demeanor."

The current A Hui was already at the Immortal Overlord level.

When A Hui rose, excited ghostly fire ignited on his bronze ox horns: "Master, I have, as you commanded, taken over the hundred layers of the Abyss!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, "It's just those lower layers, I'm not their match, otherwise I would have fought my way down..."

The Turbid River suddenly stirred up unusual waves, and a colossal being seemed to be lurking at the bottom of the river.

A Hui's eyes flared with fierce light, and he abruptly turned his head and roared: "Scram!"

"Boom!"

A ten-thousand-zhang void exploded on the river surface, and the lurking existence fled in a panic.

Xu Qing glanced at it; that Abyss being, while rapidly fleeing, its aura dissipated until it turned into smoke.

This terrifying scene caused the Abyss powerhouses of this layer to look aghast.