Chapter 508

"Mingyue, has the Netherworld Blade really appeared?"

The Ghost Chariot, circling in the high sky, dove down. As soon as it approached the black palanquin, that piercing, ear-grating voice rang out impatiently.

All nine heads spoke at once, the sound waves叠加, like nine rusty dull blades repeatedly slicing across the soul, shaking the surrounding ghostly beings' souls so violently they nearly fell to their knees.

Su Mingyue looked over coldly, gave a 'hmph', and without moving her body, simply raised her hand to condense a ball of black light and flung it at the Ghost Chariot.

The black light shot through the air, transforming into a highly condensed black blade light.

That black blade was so fast it surpassed the limits of vision; the Ghost Chariot only saw a blur before a lethal chill attacked it, and before it could even make any evasive move, it was directly struck by the black blade.

"Boom~"

With a loud crash, the Ghost Chariot's massive body uncontrollably plummeted from the high sky, heavily smashing into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

As the dust cleared, the Ghost Chariot's original huge form had vanished, replaced by a disheveled black-robed man.

The black-robed man scrambled up from the ground, his face full of shock and disbelief. He looked up, staring fixedly at the floating black palanquin: "You've actually broken through to the King Realm!"

Inside the palanquin, Su Mingyue remained seated, looking down at the man on the ground from above, her gaze indifferent: "Mo Xiao, if you dare act presumptuously again, I, this king, wouldn't mind tasting what Ghost Chariot is like."

After hearing this, Mo Xiao was furious and let out a suppressed snort from his throat, but due to the gap in strength, he ultimately did not dare to retort.

Seeing him back down, Su Mingyue withdrew her gaze. Her eyesight, like lightning, suddenly stabbed toward the direction of Soul Nightmare Valley: "Red Nightmare..."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the mist at the valley's entrance.

"Won't you come out and see this king?"

Hua Changxi, hiding behind a Soul-nurturing Tree several arm spans in girth, felt her heart abruptly clench. She even subconsciously held her breath, pressing tightly against the tree, not moving an inch, and gave no response.

"Hmph!"

Looking at the still silent Soul Nightmare Valley, Su Mingyue's expression darkened. It seemed that she, having recently stepped into the Ghost King realm, was not yet enough to intimidate others.

Hua Changxi could sense that the Ghost King's gaze had not moved away. Just as she hesitated whether to directly hide deeper into Soul Nightmare Valley, from outside the valley, an even more formidable aura suddenly swept in from the edge of the sky.

It was a streak of azure blue that tore the sky apart.

Without any warning, it split open from the highest point of the Nine Nether Sky, dragging a long tail flame that could burn and extinguish souls, like a meteor, falling toward the depths of the fifth layer of the Nine Nether Abyss.

Hua Changxi craned her neck, wanting to see what that meteor really was, but she only managed to catch the black palanquin and Ghost Chariot turning into two streaks of light, one in front and one behind, frantically chasing after that azure blue.

At almost the same time, the entire fifth layer of the realm erupted. From all directions, powerful auras appeared.

Behold, the River of the Underworld surged, green waves towering to the sky. Several ink-green figures, like arrows from the string, treaded the waves and sped along, so fast that they tore invisible cracks in space, darting straight toward where the meteor fell!

By the banks of the Yellow Spring River, a sinister wind howled. One yellow and one red ghost-like figure suddenly appeared, leaving only a few lingering afterimages yet to fade, as they disappeared in an instant over a thousand li, vanishing toward the edge of the sky.

North of Soul Nightmare Valley, demonic energy was like ink, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. The strong of the demon race transformed into a surging black tsunami, carrying an earth-shattering pressure, sweeping toward the area where the meteor fell.

South of Soul Nightmare Valley, blood qi steamed. Several Blood Sea Clan Marshal Realm experts, with blood qi rolling around them like substance, converged into a crimson torrent and rushed forth mightily.

East of Soul Nightmare Valley, demonic aura shot into the sky. A ferocious beast shaped like a fierce tiger, with fangs as fierce as a boar and dragging a several-zhang long tail, and another demonic creature resembling a vicious dog with wings on its back, roared out as they broke through the sky, turning into two destructive streaks of light, wildly lunging toward the meteor!

West of Soul Nightmare Valley, space twisted. One black and one white figure moved like ghosts, leaving trails of afterimages.

The one in black wore a stern official robe, the four characters '天下太平' (Peace Under Heaven) on his tall hat exuding a chilling coldness. The soul-locking chain in his hand glinted with icy light; wherever the chain passed, the air seemed to freeze.

The one in white had flowing robes, the characters '一見生財' (Fortune at First Sight) on his tall hat written in a sinister style. The soul-summoning plaque in his hand had runes circulating, emitting a soul-capturing yin-sha aura.

The two were as fast as lightning, their afterimages interweaving, and in an instant disappeared into the western void.

In addition, other directions were also not quiet.

A silver streak of light cut across the sky, swift as lightning, pulling trails of silver afterimages in the void, vanishing in a flash.

A gray phantom flickered in and out of sight, its aura ethereal as smoke, silently drifting toward the direction of the meteor.

Various powers, some galloping, some flying, some surging, some sneaking, all converged toward that fallen meteor as the center.

Seeing those fleeting powerful auras, Hua Changxi only felt her throat dry, and subconsciously swallowed.

She had previously thought that the fifth layer of the Nine Nether realm was sparsely populated; who would have thought that this seemingly barren realm actually harbored so many experts.

Hua Changxi stared at the direction where the meteor fell for a while longer. Ultimately, her curiosity was outweighed by trepidation, and she decisively turned around and walked deeper into Soul Nightmare Valley.

As for the commotion in the Nine Nether, she, a human, had better not go to join the excitement.

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"That is..."

At the same time, in a valley dozens of li away from Soul Nightmare Valley, White Bone Lady and Chu Junyi and his four companions were all looking up at the vanishing azure light.

Watching the light, intense longing and greed stirred in White Bone Lady's eyes, but thinking of the experts who had just appeared, she finally let out a long sigh.

"Exactly, that is the Nether Firewood, the key to opening the Nether Soul Realm."

After a pause, White Bone Lady looked meaningfully at Chu Junyi and his four companions, who wore grave expressions.

"The Ghost Clan, Demon Clan, Soul Clan, Nether River Clan, Blood Sea Clan, and Yellow Spring Clan have all dispatched many Marshal Realm experts, and there may even be King Realm experts overseeing them."

"Even Nether City and Reincarnation Hall have sent people; the Demon Beast Clan has also sent descendants of Qiongqi and Taowu. Are you sure you still want to join the fight for the key to the Soul Realm?"

After hearing this, Chu Junyi and his four companions remained silent.

The situation in the Nether was far more complex than they had imagined, and the experts of the Nether far exceeded their expectations.

After a moment of silence, Chu Junyi looked at White Bone Lady: "That black broken blade the Ghost Clan member was holding earlier — is it truly the legendary Netherworld Blade?"

Ever since coming down from the fourth Deep Abyss, they had been hearing rumors of the 'Netherworld Blade's appearance.'

Besides them, many Nether clans had also been lucky to escape with their lives from the black broken blade.

Clearly, the rumors were spread by them.

White Bone Lady did not answer immediately — not because she was unwilling, but because she herself was not entirely certain. After a moment, she finally spoke slowly, a trace of hesitation in her voice.

"Though I cannot see through that Ghost Clan member's depth, one thing is certain: her realm is definitely not very high."

"Otherwise, she would not be unable to even maintain ghost fire in the fourth Nether Deep Abyss."

"A Ghost Clan member of no high realm, yet she slaughters General and Marshal Realm experts as easily as chopping vegetables — then she can only rely on that black broken blade."

"The black broken blade carries an extremely pure Netherworld Origin Qi..."

Chu Junyi and his four companions looked at White Bone Lady, waiting for her to continue.

White Bone Lady looked at the five, her gaze sharpening: "So, that black broken blade is over seventy percent likely to be the legendary Netherworld Blade."

As her words fell, she sighed softly, her tone carrying a complex and hard-to-fathom feeling: "The Ghost Clan... truly is favored by the Nether."

"I originally thought that after Ghost Mother Mountain and Ghost Infant River suffered heavy losses because of you humans, the Ghost Clan would need a long time to recover."

"I never expected that the Netherworld Blade would fall into the hands of the Ghost Clan."

"With the Netherworld Blade in hand, all the Nether clans have to show some respect for the Ghost Clan."

After hearing this, Chu Junyi was silent for a while, then took out a jade bottle from his bosom and poured out five pitch-black pellets.

He was the first to toss one back and swallow it, then handed the remaining four to the four subordinates beside him.

As the medicine entered their stomachs, a yin-cold aura instantly spread through their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the living human aura on the five disappeared without a trace, replaced by a ghostly energy so thick it almost solidified.

Their skin turned pale, and deep in their eyes a faint green ghost fire flickered. Unless one knew their true identities, anyone would take them for genuine Ghost Clan members.

White Bone Lady's eyes suddenly burst with two sharp beams as she stared intently at the five, her voice carrying a hint of incredulous shrillness: "Ghost Breath Pill!"

"You... where did you get Ghost Breath Pills?"

White Bone Lady's mind churned. The Ghost Breath Pill was a secret medicine of the Ghost Clan, barely refined by a Ghost King Realm expert using the Ghost Sac on Ghost Yin Wood as the main ingredient.

No matter the race, anyone who takes a Ghost Breath Pill can 'transform' into a Ghost Clan member for a certain period, without any damage to their original body.

The Demon Suppression Army could produce such a secret medicine — could it be that they have dealings with Ghost Clan King Realm experts?

Chu Junyi did not answer White Bone Lady's question; he simply looked at her: "Get on the sedan chair."

White Bone Lady frowned deeply: "You still insist on wading into this muddy water?"

She paused, a note of caution in her voice: "Even if your auras are now indistinguishable from the Ghost Clan and no one will see through your identities, with your level of strength, trying to snatch the key from the various Nether clans is nothing but a fool's dream."

Chu Junyi's eyes were resolute: "Even if we can't seize it, we still need to go and see the foundations and strength of the Nether clans, and find out where the situation in the Nether is heading."

The situation in the Nether is tied to the stability of the Demon Prison. If the Nether is in turmoil, the human race cannot stand aloof.