251: Nine Netherworlds, leave no one alive.

The Night of Extreme Yin arrived as scheduled.

Youxu Ghost City was completely swallowed by a thick, viscous darkness.

Above the heavens, no stars or moon were visible; only a bone-chilling Yin wind howled and lingered.

The temperature plummeted, and the cold was pervasive. Even powerful God Kings felt their Divine Power stagnate.

This was the influence of the Nine Nether Realm!

Countless prodigies gathered there held their breath, looking up at the bottomless dark void.

Everyone was waiting!

“Boom—!”

After an unknown amount of time, a deep, pitch-black pillar of light soared from the Ghost City, instantly connecting heaven and earth!

The entire Youxu Ghost City shook violently!

The ground cracked, and the Nether Runes on the Ghost City walls, which had been dim for countless eons, lit up one by one, emitting an eerie green light that made the entire city look like a demonic den.

At the highest point of the Ghost City, on a giant altar built of bone-white skeletons and pitch-black Nether Stones.

The Ghost Spirit Clan Chief, leading hundreds of clansmen, was already in position.

The sacrifice began.

There was no music, only hoarse chanting echoing through the deathly silent Ghost City.

“With the Nether as soil, and soul fire as the seal... All Ghost Spirit Clans, we kowtow to the Nine Nether...”

“Back to the shade and away from the sun, the black waters hidden deep... Nine-layered Underworld, the myriad forms of Senluo... We use the wishes of ten thousand souls as a guide, and the thousand-year blood pact as proof, to summon the spirits of the ancestors of the Eight Extreme Cold Hell...”

As the chanting began, hundreds of Ghost Spirit Clan women dressed in white mourning clothes ascended the altar barefoot, dancing to an ancient beat.

Their dance was eerie and slow, arms stretching like soul-summoning, waists twisting like snakes.

As they danced, thick, inseparable black mist rose from the depths of the altar, swirling and circling.

“The Yin wind billows as the vanguard... The black mist spreads to clear the way...”

“May the locks of the Three Paths be released, may the gates of the Five Miseries be broken... May the various departments of the Netherworld be summoned, may the Infernal Gateway be opened...”

At the center of the altar, a massive Formation outlined in the blood of living beings suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light!

This blood light mixed with the eerie glow of the runes in the city, dyeing the world a heart-stopping dark red.

“The Supreme One commands, the Underworld Bureau obeys... The gates of the Nine Nether... Let the sunken souls emerge, the stagnant spirits awaken, the Nether open, and ten thousand ghosts march!”

“Today we offer a blood sacrifice to open this Nether Gate!”

As the chant ended, all the dancing women stopped simultaneously, faced the center of the altar, and slit their wrists.

Dark blood containing pure Yin Qi flowed into the Formation patterns.

“Buzz!”

The altar erupted in an earth-shaking roar, and an extremely large, terrifying black shadow condensed above it.

All the external prodigies tensed up, their eyes burning and Divine Power surging within them, ready to move.

The shadow slowly raised a giant hand and struck the altar below with an incredibly terrifying palm.

“Rumble!”

A loud bang echoed, and everyone in the Ghost City felt the ground beneath them suddenly give way.

The entire city was falling toward the endless abyss at a terrifying speed!

A feeling of weightlessness followed, the city jolted violently, and the surroundings fell into absolute, pitch-black darkness.

Even the Divine Sense of Cultivators was greatly suppressed, barely able to perceive vague outlines nearby.

“Calm down! Don't panic!”

A Prodigy shouted a reminder.

“The Ghost City is sinking into the Nine Nether Realm! This is a necessary process! Do not interfere with the sacrifice, or the space will be distorted, and no one will make it alive!”

The commotion was forcibly suppressed.

Everyone used their own means to steady themselves, waiting silently in the suffocating darkness and the sensation of falling.

Inside the inn room, Qin Wushang stood by the window, his Double Pupils flickering with a faint Chaotic light in the darkness.

He projected his Divine Sense as far as possible, sensing this strange falling process.

“Don't be too nervous, it will take a while.”

Su Feixue's warm, soft body pressed against him from behind, her arms encircling his waist, her cheek resting on his back, her voice low and soft.

“Have you been here before?”

Qin Wushang didn't look back, letting her lean on him as he asked.

Previously, Su Feixue had been intimately familiar with the opening time of the Nine Nether Gate and the characteristics of the Ten Thousand Ghost Essence-Nurturing Flower.

This obviously wasn't something that could be known through intelligence alone.

“Of course.”

Su Feixue's breath brushed against the side of his neck.

“My original body was, after all, a Devil Emperor who dominated an era. How could I have not visited famous training grounds and burial sites like the Desolate Ancient Great World?”

“No wonder...”

Qin Wushang understood, then murmured softly to himself.

“I wonder... if she will come.”

“Hmm?”

The grip of Su Feixue's arms around his waist tightened.

“What? Already missing that ice block of yours? She's so cold, what's there to miss?”

“Uh... she's not actually always like that.”

Qin Wushang offered a rare defense for Mu Bingyun.

“Besides, I wasn't talking about her.”

He thought of Ye Li.

That Great General had once said she would come looking for him after entering the Desolate Ancient Great World.

But now that he was famous, there was still no sign of her.

And Qin Wuchen, his good brother; despite the bounty, he seemed to have vanished into thin air.

“Just how many... have you hooked up with?”

Su Feixue's voice was clearly tinged with displeasure as her fingers pinched the soft flesh at his waist, neither too hard nor too soft.

“I can't say for sure.”

Qin Wushang chuckled with a hint of cynicism.

“The Dao is long; who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day I'll meet someone else who catches my eye.”

“You... really...”

Su Feixue was exasperated and was about to say more.

“Rumble!”

The entire Youxu Ghost City shook violently!

The sensation of falling suddenly vanished.

Immediately after, an aura of Reincarnation, vastly different from the mortal world, spread, accompanied by a terrifying Death Qi.

“We're here!”

Su Feixue instantly released Qin Wushang, the laziness and playfulness in her eyes replaced by a sharp, knife-like glint.

Her figure blurred as she quickly flew out.

Qin Wushang moved almost at the same time, following closely behind.

The two appeared in the sky above the Ghost City!

The Ghost City still retained its original architectural outline but was now situated in a completely new world.

The darkness hadn't completely receded, but it was no longer absolute pitch-black.

The sky was a deep dark purple, without sun, moon, or stars, only an eerie green light spreading from unknown sources.

The ground was scorched black and covered in cracks, with pale mist occasionally surging from the fissures.

The Nine Nether Realm had been reached!

The legendary destination of the dead, the place of Reincarnation!

Despite the collapse of the ancient order, the Origin Laws of death and Reincarnation inherent in this world still made many living beings feel fearful.

“We're home!!”

“Children! We... are finally back!!”

On the altar, the Ghost Spirit Clan Chief's voice trembled with excitement, tinged with a sob.

Countless Ghost Spirit clansmen prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting toward the land where their ancestors once lived.

Their auras were skyrocketing, some directly stepping from the God King Realm into the Saint Realm.

“Go! They're going to kill us!”

Su Feixue shouted.

“Kill! Kill all these damned outsiders for this Clan Chief! Leave none alive!”