72: Underworld Immortal!

Nether Left raised his head and looked forward.

This was an incredibly majestic palace, reaching ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine miles high, with the clouds of this realm merely floating below its base.

Innumerable Formations and Restrictions covered it, releasing a terrifying Aura that made Nether Left feel as though any one of them, if activated, could easily obliterate him.

Outside the palace, countless Nether Cultivators patrolled, clad in pure black armor, constantly moving across the ground and through the air.

The rhythmic thud of their footsteps alone was enough to shake one's soul.

Nether Left was lost in thought for a moment; he was so awestruck by a single glance that it took him a full half an hour to recover.

“Is this the Nether Immortal Palace? The place where the Nether Immortal resides?”

Nether Left murmured.

It was truly too grand, too incredible; a single glance had branded itself onto Nether Left's mind, something he would never forget in this life.

It was hard to imagine that the Nether Immortal's dwelling possessed such might; what kind of splendor, then, must the Nether Immortal herself possess!

Nether Left shook his head, no longer thinking of other matters, adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his might towards the Nether Immortal Palace:

“Nether Immortal, the Soul Summoning Banner has appeared!”

Instantly, all the surrounding Nether Cultivators uniformly looked over, their eyes filled with unparalleled killing intent!

Before Nether Left could react, all the patrolling Nether Cultivators rushed over.

Their orders from the Nether Immortal were to guard the Nether Immortal Palace and not allow anyone to act presumptuously outside!

So, no one would ask for his reason; they would only kill.

Nether Left stood rooted to the spot, watching the charging Nether Cultivators, his eyes clearly filled with panic.

But the thought of his younger brother made him forcefully stop his legs from fleeing; he had to wait!

Wait for the legendary person to appear!

He was gambling!

Gambling on the allure of the Soul Summoning Banner!

In an instant, the Nether Cultivators had already reached him; Nether Left was powerless to resist and could only wait.

Just as Nether Left was about to die, space froze...

Within ten thousand miles around the Nether Immortal Palace, all living and non-living things remained in a strange posture.

Not only were their bodies still, but even their thoughts were frozen,

as if a period of time had been stolen from them.

At this moment, Nether Left looked at the Nether Cultivators frozen in their attacking postures and secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he knew he had gambled correctly.

Indeed, the Soul Summoning Banner held a fatal attraction even for someone at the Nether Immortal's level.

But a greater test lay ahead.

Within the ten-thousand-mile radius of the Nether Immortal Palace, only two people could move at this moment.

Nether Left was teleported inside the grand hall.

The entire hall was actually over ten thousand miles long! It felt as though it could accommodate trillions of Nether Cultivators!

At the main seat of this magnificent hall, a person sat.

She wore a long gown as black as ink, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, exuding a suffocating charm.

This woman was truly a peerless beauty, her captivating allure enough to make all things in the world pale in comparison.

Her features were meticulously crafted, each line perfectly placed: eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, a straight nose, and vermilion lips that were naturally red, luscious and inviting.

Her hair, like a waterfall, cascaded naturally over her shoulders, gently brushing against her fair, jade-like skin.

And her graceful and lithe figure was simply perfect!

Below her slender, elegant neck, her breasts were high and firm, her slender waist could be spanned by a single hand, and her hips were rounded and full.

Her legs were hidden beneath the black skirt, yet occasionally revealed themselves, hinting at a hazy beauty and endless temptation.

At this moment, this exquisite beauty was half-reclining on her seat in an elegant, languid posture.

Her right hand gently supported her forehead.

Her two long, beautiful legs were casually crossed, and as her body tilted, the black skirt slipped slightly, faintly revealing her snow-white calves.

Her bright, star-like eyes calmly gazed at Nether Left, who stood below, her gaze as still as water, yet containing an extremely indifferent coldness.

Nether Left was stunned; could there truly be such a perfect person in this world?

Just as he was lost in thought, a clear, ethereal voice came:

“Nether Left, is it true that the Soul Summoning Banner has appeared?”

“Reporting to Nether Immortal, this subordinate is indeed aware of this matter.”

Nether Left, realizing his impropriety, hastily lowered his head and knelt forward as he replied.

“Speak!”

The Nether Immortal coldly uttered a single word, and the moment the sound reached him, Nether Left felt as though he had plunged into endless ice.

The coldness contained within her words continuously invaded his soul; if she wished, she could instantly freeze his soul!

But Nether Left had not come here merely to report news.

Nether Left, enduring immense pressure, haltingly stated his purpose.

“Nether… Nether Immortal, before I… I deliver the message, I wish to beg for a promise to protect me and my brother.”

The woman above heard this and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Are you negotiating with me? Do you not think I can perform soul-searching?”

In reality, soul-searching was a forbidden technique; no matter the cultivation level, no one could achieve a hundred percent retrieval of another's memories.

The percentage of retrieved memories would decrease as cultivation increased.

If one were to search the memories of a Cultivator at the same level, getting one or two tenths would be quite good, so under normal circumstances, no one would choose soul-searching.

What if the crucial memories weren't found?

Therefore, the Nether Immortal did not act rashly; the whereabouts of the Soul Summoning Banner were of utmost importance to her!

If she could obtain this item, her combat power would be greatly enhanced!

She would likely be able to greatly expand her territory.

The pressure on Nether Left grew heavier and heavier; now, just speaking seemed to drain all his strength.

“This subordinate would not dare; there is truly no other way, only to seek a path to survival! Before coming here, I made preparations: as soon as there is the slightest abnormality in my soul, my brother will immediately make this news public!”

“Boom!”

Nether Left felt a roaring in his head, as if it were about to explode.

Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices simultaneously, slowly dripping onto the Nether Immortal Palace floor, looking particularly horrifying.

The woman who had been languidly sitting above slowly rose and descended the steps.

“Tap, tap, tap...”

The sound of footsteps grew closer, each step seemingly landing on Nether Left's heart, making him so uncomfortable he wanted to vomit blood.

“You, are you threatening me?”

The Nether Immortal walked before him, looking down at him, her words filled with killing intent!

“Nether… Nether Immortal, I… I only seek a path to survival…”

Nether Left used all his remaining strength to utter these words, then no longer had the strength to maintain his kneeling posture and slowly collapsed to the ground.

“Nether Left, although you are threatening me, seeing as you have brought this news to me, I will give you a chance later.”

The Nether Immortal slowly spoke.

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