Chapter 300: Meeting Yaoguang Again, Purging the Netherworld

The ancient city is vast, like a giant dragon lying across, exuding a strong sense of oppression; standing before it, a person feels as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The mottled city walls are extremely thick, covered with scars from swords, spears, blades, and halberds, having endured the ravages of war, presenting a desolate sight.

Whether due to warfare or the passage of time, the ancient city has long been reduced to ruin, most areas collapsed, leaving only vague shapes discernible.

Rather than calling it an ancient city ruin, it is more like a wasteland.

"Could it really be inside?"

The Black Emperor frowned in puzzlement; looking far away, he could indeed see a thick layer of icy death energy shrouding the upper part of the ancient city ruins.

"Surely it's the work of the Underworld."

Yang Zhu opened his Divine Eye and saw, at the city's center, a strange altar, yin energy surging, killing intent sharp, as if connected to the Yama Hell.

Through the altar, below lies a very spacious underground space.

There, it resembles a patch of netherland, bones scattered everywhere, heavy death qi, devoid of any vitality.

The dark red ground is formed from countless bloodstains, pitted and puddled, with many pools of blood still undried to this day.

"Whoosh..."

The yin wind howled, bitterly cold and piercing to the bone, like wailing ghosts; the aura of death spread, almost able to erode one's primordial spirit! "Yaoguang?"

As he tried to see deeper with his Divine Eye, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in Yang Zhu's field of vision.

Indeed, the vanished Yaoguang Holy Son! He, like a heavenly prodigy, sat cross-legged in the void, with a hundred and eight divine rings encircling him, stars twining around his person.

At this moment, before Yaoguang lies a terrifying black hole, endlessly swallowing death qi...

"The relics of the Underworld lie within."

Finally, Yang Zhu saw the Nether River flowing, then a massive gate, the three grand characters "Southern Heaven Gate" ancient and imposing, exuding great deterrence.

They entered the ancient city; there were many yin soldiers patrolling coldly, but Yang Zhu merely pointed a finger, shooting out a divine light, and the yin soldiers were purified cleanly.

When they arrived above the altar, Yang Zhu employed the Xing Zi Jue, easily bringing everyone down underground.

"Hiss... I'll kick his lung, did we really come to hell?"

Long Ma looked at the scene before him, death qi pervasive, bones scattered everywhere, filled with a solemn killing intent, and involuntarily shivered.

"Huh? How come it's you..."

Shortly after arriving here, Yaoguang sensed something, looked this way; upon seeing Yang Zhu, his expression stiffened, and he jumped up.

He was filled with shock, never expecting to meet Yang Zhu here.

Yang Zhu's fame had long spread across the ancient roads, thunderous to the ears, shocking all who heard it; and Yaoguang being an "old acquaintance," his astonishment is easy to imagine.

Yaoguang possesses extraordinary talent and a heart devoted to proving the Dao; in this era he hardly has a rival, a peerless heavenly pride comparable to Ye Fan's Saint Body.

Yet he still cannot forget the deep sense of powerlessness he felt before Yang Zhu, like an indelible gloom that cannot be dispelled.

"Who is this person? He looks incredibly strong."

Long Ma was puzzled, only feeling that Yaoguang emanated a powerful aura from head to toe, unfathomable.

"Like that Ye Fan kid, both are outstanding among the Eastern Wasteland's generation of heavenly pride... this kid, how does he love digging graves more than that dead fatty?" The Black Emperor spoke.

"He has reached the seventh layer of the Saint realm."

Yang Zhu was not surprised by Yaoguang's appearance here.

According to the Source Master Gou Chen, this place was once a battlefield, unknown how many divine bodies and heavenly pride have fallen.

For Yaoguang, who cultivates the Indestructible Heavenly Skill, this place is undoubtedly a feast, allowing him to devour the essence from those corpses to continuously enhance his cultivation.

"Pay him no heed."

Having said that, he no longer glanced at Yaoguang, heading straight for the Southern Heaven Gate.

Compared to the outside world, here besides occasional yin winds, there is no other anomaly; even the patrolling yin soldiers have vanished without trace.

"Who dares to intrude upon the vital grounds of my Underworld?"

But when they came within only tens of li of the Southern Heaven Gate, a great shout exploded like heavenly thunder, rolling forth, a terrifying pressure sweeping over!

"Damn, there really is someone!"

The Big Black Dog's fur stood on end instantly; if not for Yang Zhu blocking in front, just the momentum of that sentence alone could have injured him badly.

Given his current strength, in the Saint realm it is hard for anyone to harm him; thus the attacker must be at least a Saint King!

"Are we really to continue onward..." The Nine-Tailed Silver Fox trembled with fear, her whole body shaking.

"It's you we're looking for."

Yang Zhu's eyes like cold lightning, the Chaos Heavenly Blade flew out, its edge snow-white and bright, peerlessly sharp, capable of striking down the nine heavens!

The Heavenly Blade hummed lightly; all heavens myriad realms resounded, a Chaos Long River appeared, coiling the blade, then it cleaved through the void into the Southern Heaven Gate.

"Ah..."

Only a heart-rending scream was heard, tearing heart and lungs, the whole Southern Heaven Gate trembled, as if unable to bear the blade's edge, swaying on the verge of collapse.

"Pfft..."

Immediately followed by a soft sound, as if something exploded, and the Heavenly Blade flew back from the massive gate, spotless and radiant like rosy clouds.

A mighty one from the Underworld, whose realm reached Saint King, fell just like that, unable to withstand even a single move from Yang Zhu! "Buzz buzz buzz..."

The Southern Heaven Gate shuddered violently, emitting from within a throbbing pulse that made the heart palpitate; a supreme existence was awakened, gradually recovering.

"Boom!"

The next moment, black clouds blotted out the sun, spreading outward from the gate, rolling and coiling, like a heavy cloud pressing down, the thick smell of blood assailed the nostrils, nearly suffocating.

In the mist, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened, utterly cold, devoid of any feeling.

"Saint King Peak."

As Yang Zhu expected, this place certainly has a peerless powerhouse seated in command; the person before him is precisely a Saint King Peak existence.

The opponent had already faintly touched the threshold of the Great Saint, half a foot about to step in, his strength terrifyingly unmatched! "How many years has it been, yet no one has ever dared to provoke the Underworld's dignity like this? Report your name; I do not kill nameless grunts."

In the black mist, the hoarse voice sounded again, as ever aloof, high above, indifferent to all.

After speaking, three figures rushed out from inside the gate, all wearing extremely ancient attire, their bodies withered, almost nothing but a layer of wrinkled skin.

Without exception, the three were all Saint Kings, but they were far weaker than that person in the black mist.

They uttered not a word, merely fixing Yang Zhu and his companions with a pair of hollow, cold eyes, sharp as countless needles piercing the soul, drawing waves of excruciating pain.

"How shameless! You were scared out of your wits by my father back then, hiding with the Heaven-Passing Nether Treasure for tens of thousands of years, and yet you have the nerve to say such things?"

Yang Zhu's black hair flowed like a waterfall, his eyes calm as he gazed forward; as soon as he spoke, the expressions of the others visibly stiffened.

"What… you are that person's offspring?"

In the black mist, those eyes filled with deep fear, the fear imposed by Wushi Dadi, like a brand, stamped deep into their souls!

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

As if recalling something, that person shuddered, the towering black mist receded like a tide back toward the huge gate, seeking to flee—"Too late!"

Yang Zhu let out a soft laugh, offered the Hun Dun Chi, and a cascade of Chaos Divine Waterfall poured down, sealing this heaven and earth, preventing the gate from closing.

The next instant, the Act Word Secret was activated to the utmost, even time ceased to flow, and a single step placed him before the Southern Heaven Gate.

"Boom!"

He gripped the Heavenly Blade, his might unmatched, he slashed down from the void, the blade's edge bright and sharp, his divine power overwhelming, even the heavens were split apart.

The Heavenly Blade fell, the Netherworld instantly shattered, thousands of li turned to ash, the lingering death aura, upon meeting its nemesis, was refined away completely!

"Pfft!"

In the black mist, a hand concealed by ancient armor reached out, and the moment it pressed down, heaven and earth were thrown into turmoil.

"Whooo…"

A yin‑evil cold wind howled, and eighty‑one black flags sprang forth in the void, emitting mournful wails as if forged from countless blood‑soaked sacrifices.

The black flags rang out, simultaneously activated, forming a killing formation; the slaughterous energy never ceased, raging wildly as it attacked Yang Zhu.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Blade, shrouded in Chaos Mist, was unstoppable, shattering the countless killing intent that surged toward it with the force of crushing the dry and rotting.

The aura of the Chaos Sacred Embryo spread, suffusing the entire Netherworld with a purple‑gold haze, causing all evil to vanish, unable to resist in the slightest.

Order Divine Chains intertwined, covering heaven and earth, carrying the will of heaven and earth to overturn everything; nothing could withstand them.

"Bang bang bang…"

The black flags stood no chance; upon contact with Yang Zhu's qi and blood, they disintegrated inch by inch, one flag after another exploding.

"Rumble!"

Yang Zhu shifted his hand, gathering the vast star‑river into his palm; instantly, a dazzling Great Dao Divine Waterfall slipped from his fingertips, pressing down the Nine Heavens, intimidating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths; myriad‑zhang waterfall cascaded, condensed from the Great Dao's laws, unstoppable, causing the Five Elements to reverse and heaven and earth to overturn.

It nearly threw this world off balance, on the verge of collapse—"Bang!"

The person in the black mist startled, his flesh twitching violently; unable to dodge, he was struck, instantly hurled thousands of feet upward, a thread of blood spurting out.

Yang Zhu, as a Chaos Sacred Embryo, formed from the fusion of the two most monstrous physiques, every move embodying the will of heaven and earth, unstoppable.

Even toppling and reversing immortality is trivial for him; moreover, his current opponent is utterly suppressed by him in bloodline.

"Truly arrogant; today I'll kill you to sacrifice my blade."

Yang Zhu attacked again, fearless, like an immortal deity, his battle intent boundless, exuding an invincible aura that overlooks the six directions and eight wildernesses; at his level, it is rare to fight hundreds of rounds, victory usually decided within a few exchanges.

Wushi Dadi crushed all opposition, his march a relentless roll‑over; this is the monstrous nature of the Sacred Body Sacred Embryo.

Now, with the Chaos Sacred Embryo, he surpasses and exceeds all!

(Don't say how could he possibly surpass his father—how could each generation grow weaker?) All sorts of secret arts and Shen Gong were unleashed; the Nine Secrets and several Emperor's Scriptures unfolded endless profundities, giving rise to countless small worlds, which were then overturned……

Boundless battle intent pierced sun and moon, struck down the Nine Heavens, overwhelmingly strong, able to make the gods tremble and submit.

"Pfft!"

After a dozen or so rounds, the person in the black mist could no longer withstand Yang Zhu's assault, his lower body already shattered, he was cleaved in two by the Heavenly Blade.

That person finally revealed his true form—a tall, burly man clad in ancient armor, his stature imposing and his aura terrifying.

But now, his Supreme Holy Weapon on his body was smashed to pieces, only a few broken fragments hanging from his mangled, bloody corpse.

"Ah!"

After his body was split in two, the next instant it exploded into a blood mist; a streak of black light, moving at extreme speed, sought to dart underground to escape.

"Pfft!"

But how could Yang Zhu let him have his wish? He reached out with one hand, and the black light, together with the space it occupied, were seized into his palm.

With just a little more force, the peerless expert at the peak of the Saint King realm had his final strand of primordial spirit crushed, his body and dao vanished.

"Good heavens, is this even human? He's practically a monster!"

The Nine‑Tailed Silver Fox watching from the sidelines had its jaw dropped in shock, unable to speak for a long time, its heart unable to calm.

"Kill!"

The remaining three were stunned, knowing there was no retreat, they shouted and lunged forward!

"Pfft… pfft… pfft!"

Yang Zhu's eyes flashed with cold lightning; facing three foes, he felt no fear, and after barely a few exchanges, one of them fell before him, his advance unstoppable.

When the last one turned into splendid fireworks and exploded, all four Saint Kings fell, not even their primordial spirits escaping.

Yang Zhu stood in midair holding the Heavenly Blade, like a deity descending to the mortal realm, showing no sign of decline or injury; instead, his inner divine power grew ever stronger.

"Born at the wrong time…"

In the distance, Yaoguang also witnessed this scene; even he could not help but be shocked by Yang Zhu's combat power, letting out a sigh.

If Yang Zhu were absent, he would be confident of defeating any opponent and reaching the pinnacle, but Yang Zhu is too strong—so strong that he can only look up to his back, unable to catch up.

This may be the golden great era, magnificence and desolation walking side by side……

"Wait for me here."

After saying that, Yang Zhu entered the Southern Heaven Gate alone; beyond the gate stood an ancient great hall, the yin energy thick and heavy, almost solidified.

Yang Zhu searched here but found no quasi-emperor corpse; only in the center of the hall did he find a token inscribed with the two characters "Yin Fu".

"One can dispatch the Yin Soldiers; could it be that they are controlling the Yin Soldiers' passage?"

It is certain that a more terrifying existence has been here before; otherwise, relying on those people just now would not be enough to slay a Great Sage.

Before leaving, Yang Zhu destroyed this place, even razing the Southern Heaven Gate to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Afterward, Yang Zhu entered seclusion here for three days, refining and absorbing the deathly aura, and his cultivation made considerable progress.

"If you wish, you may come challenge me anytime."

Finally taking a glance at Yaoguang, Yang Zhu and the others then departed.

Outside, a large number of Yin Soldiers had already departed, but Yang Zhu paid them no heed, leading a few people away.

Only those terrifying beings in the Underworld could pique his interest; as for the Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals, their numbers are too great to be slaughtered in a short time.

"Cultivate well."

After leaving a few stalks of immortal treasures, Yang Zhu departed, continuing onto the Starry Sky Ancient Road; they did not linger at the twentieth pass, pressing onward.

Half a month later, as they crossed the extraterritorial region, a gigantic ancient coffin drifted through the cosmos, slowly approaching from the depths.

The ancient coffin was heavy, its surface sealed layer upon layer with intricate formations, exuding an indescribable pressure, as if a supreme existence lay slumbering within.

"Void Great Emperor!"

Yang Zhu was shocked; although the coffin bore endless runes suppressing it, his intuition told him that this was very likely the Void Great Emperor's imperial coffin!

(End of chapter)