642: Shifting the blame eastward!

"Hehe, I don't believe you won't be moved by news related to the Nether Beast..."

"Second Brother, is it appropriate to fabricate the matter like this..."

The Fifth Highness said worriedly.

The Second Highness said coldly:

"Father has entered secluded cultivation and is cut off from the outside world, what is there to fear! If I don't say it like this, how would they take action?!"

Nether Beast.

This word, in the Netherworld, represents absolute madness.

He didn't believe that with this bargaining chip added, those people could still sit still!

Let this fire burn!

...Deep within Chaotic Soul Mountain.

This place was still a scene of deathly silence and desolation.

The massive Beast God Altar stood quietly in the deepest part of the Void Space, emitting an ancient and oppressive aura in the darkness.

This space was still deathly silent. Since Lu Hao and Netherworld Cold left, no one else had come.

On Chaotic Soul Mountain above, Netherworld Cold was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a faint black Qi swirling around him.

Since learning about the origin of the altar from his eldest brother a few days ago, his heart had been hanging in suspense.

This item was too Heaven-Defying; he didn't dare to relax until he truly obtained it.

In the beginning, he was just looking for the ruins of a Dao Yuan Immortal, who would have thought he would find a Beast God Altar?!

Especially near the altar, he had also discovered Lu Hao's figure, who even talked about taking him as a Personal Disciple; all sorts of things were too strange.

"I don't know when Big Brother will send that Magic Treasure over... the waiting process is truly agonizing..."

Netherworld Cold forcibly suppressed the desire in his heart.

To distract himself, he began to frantically absorb the chaotic soul stones around him.

The reserves of chaotic soul stones here were simply terrifyingly large, and the quality was also extremely high.

One after another.

Netherworld Cold was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring the Soul Power within these stones.

With the influx of Soul Power, his cultivation was also improving extremely slowly, and it seemed there was only a thin sheet of window paper left before reaching the Half-step Heavenly Immortal realm.

It wasn't until his body felt a burst of swelling pain and his Myriad Things Spirit Devouring Body could no longer absorb any more of the same kind of Heaven And Earth Treasure that he was forced to stop.

Phew... exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Netherworld Cold opened his eyes and subconsciously looked not far away.

That young man named Lu Hao was still there.

Lu Hao still maintained that posture, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed to rest his mind, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

"Truly a strange person..."

Netherworld Cold labeled Lu Hao in his heart.

Clearly possessing decent strength, yet he insisted on staying in this godforsaken place to mine, and even wanted to take him as a disciple?

Simply unreasonable.

He ignored Lu Hao and continued to vigilantly observe the surroundings.

And at this time, Lu Hao.

His heart was incredibly calm.

Since he had already found this fifth Personal Disciple, Lu Hao's primary purpose for coming to the Netherworld was complete, so he was in no hurry.

This Netherworld Cold was born a favored son of heaven; it was normal for him to look down on Lu Hao for the time being.

However, he had come for this altar, and this altar was not simple; once something changed, this kid would have to come begging him.

Just then.

The ground in front of Lu Hao suddenly loosened.

"Puff!"

A soft sound.

A pitch-black hole appeared out of thin air.

Immediately after, a golden orb rolled out of the hole; it was exactly Demonic Thought.

Then, a Little Beast, pitch-black all over and covered in mud, also crawled out huffing and puffing.

"Master! Master! We're back!"

Demonic Thought spun in the air excitedly, shouting and yelling.

The Luck Little Beast also flapped its wings happily, flying onto Lu Hao's shoulder and affectionately rubbing against his cheek.

"Aowu!"

Lu Hao opened his eyes and looked at these two soot-faced little fellows, finding it somewhat amusing.

"Finished digging?"

"Finished! All finished!"

Demonic Thought shouted as if claiming credit, then shook its body.

Clatter—

A tooth-aching sound of pouring rang out.

Only to see Demonic Thought and the Little Beast open their mouths at the same time, and countless chaotic soul stones emitting a faint light poured down like a waterfall!

In the blink of an eye.

A small mountain piled with chaotic soul stones abruptly appeared in front of Lu Hao!

Each of these chaotic soul stones was the size of a fist, of extremely high quality, and the Soul Power fluctuations they emitted were so dense they were almost solid!

The quantity here... was there perhaps hundreds of thousands?

Lu Hao looked at the stone mountain in front of him that was still growing, and shook his head with a chuckle.

Too many.

This is really too damn many.

Previously, it was just to dig some chaotic soul stones to boost his disciples' cultivation speed, but now it was already enough.

He had also said not long ago that they could stop mining.

But the Little Beast seemed to have become addicted to mining, stubbornly insisting on mining every day, unable to be stopped... As the big brother, seeing his little brother being so proactive, Demonic Thought naturally couldn't let the Little Beast mine alone and could only follow along every day.

Digging like this... would they only stop once the entire mineral vein was hollowed out?

"Master, is it enough? If not, we'll go dig at the next mountain over!"

"Enough..."

Without waiting for Lu Hao to say more, the Little Beast picked up a pickaxe, opened another mine tunnel, and continued digging... North of the Soul Refining Mountain range, in an extremely hidden underground crack.

The foul air in the atmosphere seemed so thick it was about to drip like water, but as it neared the center, it instantly vanished without a trace.

Nine figures sat around an old stone table, the pressure emanating from them causing the surrounding hard rock walls to crack.

The nine Elders sent by the Heavens Mandate Sect to Soul Refining Mountain were gathered here.

The leader was naturally the Grand Elder, named You Zhengyang.

At this moment, his face was dark, and his knuckles were tapping on the stone table with a clacking sound, the rhythm so fast it was unsettling.

"Snap!"

You Zhengyang slammed his palm onto the table.

The Obsidian table, which had existed for who knows how many years, instantly turned into powder and fell rustling down.

"Those bastards from the Heavenly Demon Sect! How dare they lay a finger on the Heavens Mandate Sect's Nether Beast!!!"

He cursed, his chest heaving violently, clearly enraged to the extreme.

The other eight also had ashen faces, gnashing their teeth as if they wanted to eat their flesh raw.

Just half a month ago, they had exhausted tens of thousands of years of the Heavens Mandate Sect's accumulated foundation, even sacrificing some of their own essence blood, to finally summon an Aura Nether Beast cub.

They originally thought it was the hope for the Heavens Mandate Sect's rise!

In the end, before they could even be happy, that little thing actually just ran away!

Ran away without a trace!

During this time, the Heavens Mandate Sect searched like crazy, using all their secret channels, even resorting to using Forbidden Arts to deduce heavenly secrets, finally locking onto a location!

Chaotic Soul Mountain.