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 sharp, shrill voice rang out impatiently.

Nine heads spoke simultaneously, the sound waves overlapping like nine rusty, blunt knives repeatedly cutting into the soul, shaking the souls of the surrounding Ghost Clan members so violently that they nearly collapsed to their knees.

Su Mingyue looked over coldly and 'humphed'. Without moving her body, she simply raised her hand to condense a ball of black light and flung it toward the Ghost Chariot.

The black light tore through the air, transforming into an extremely condensed black blade beam in mid-air.

The black blade was so fast it exceeded the limits of vision. The Ghost Chariot only felt a blur before its eyes, and a fatal chill had already struck. It didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers before being hit head-on by the black blade.

"Boom~"

With a loud bang, the Ghost Chariot's massive body fell uncontrollably from the high sky, smashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a sky full of dust.

As the dust settled, the Ghost Chariot's originally massive body had vanished, replaced by a disheveled man in black robes.

The man in black robes scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, his face full of shock and disbelief, staring fixedly at the hovering black palanquin: "You have actually broken through to the King-realm!"

Inside the palanquin, Su Mingyue sat composedly, looking down at the man on the ground with an indifferent gaze: "Moxiao, if you dare to be presumptuous again, this King wouldn't mind tasting what a Ghost Chariot is like."

Upon hearing this, Moxiao was furious, a suppressed cold snort rolling from his throat. Given the disparity in strength, he ultimately dared not speak out to retaliate.

Seeing him concede, Su Mingyue withdrew her gaze, her eyes piercing like electricity as they suddenly struck toward the direction of Soul Nightmare Valley: "Chi Yan..."

The voice was not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the mist at the valley entrance.

"Are you not coming out to see this King?"

Hiding behind a Soul-Nurturing Wood that required several people to embrace, Hua Changxi felt her heart shrink violently. She even subconsciously held her breath, leaning tightly against the tree, motionless, without giving any response.

"Hmph!"

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

Hua Changxi could sense that the Ghost King's gaze had not shifted. Just as she was hesitating whether to hide directly into the depths of Soul Nightmare Valley, a more formidable aura suddenly swept in from the horizon outside the valley.

It was a streak of dark blue that tore through the sky.

It split open without warning from the highest point of the Nine Netherworlds firmament, dragging a long tail flame capable of incinerating souls, like a meteor falling toward the depths of the fifth layer of the Nine Netherworlds abyss.

Hua Changxi stretched her neck, wanting to see clearly what that meteor was, but only managed to catch the black palanquin and the Ghost Chariot turning into two streaks of light, one after the other, frantically chasing after that streak of dark blue.

Almost at the same time, the entire fifth layer of the territory boiled over. From all directions, formidable auras emerged.

The Huang Quan River surged with towering green waves. Several dark green figures moved like arrows released from a bow, speeding across the waves. Their speed was so fast that they tore invisible cracks in space, rushing straight toward the place where the meteor fell!

On the banks of the Huang Quan, gloomy winds howled. Two ghostly figures, one yellow and one red, suddenly appeared. Only a few residual shadows remained before they had already vanished at the end of the horizon in an instant.

North of Soul Nightmare Valley, demonic energy like ink covered the sky and earth. The powerhouses of the Demon Clan transformed into a surging black tsunami, carrying the pressure of destroying heaven and earth as they swept toward the area where the meteor fell.

South of Soul Nightmare Valley, blood energy steamed. Several Commander-realm powerhouses of the Blood Sea Clan had blood energy rolling around them like substance, converging into a crimson torrent and rushing forward majestically.

East of Soul Nightmare Valley, demonic energy soared to the heavens. A fierce beast shaped like a tiger with tusks as ferocious as a wild boar and a tail several meters long, along with a monster shaped like a vicious dog with wings on its back, roared as they broke through the air, turning into two destructive streaks of light and frantically pouncing toward the meteor!

West of Soul Nightmare Valley, the void twisted. Two figures, one black and one white, moved like ghosts, leaving behind trails of shadows.

The one in black wore official robes with a murderous aura, the four characters 'Peace Under Heaven' on the high hat exuding a chilling coldness. The soul-locking chain in their hand had a biting cold light; wherever the chain passed, the air seemed to freeze.

The one in white wore flowing robes, the characters 'Wealth Upon Sight' on the high hat looking eerie. The soul-hooking plaque in their palm had flowing runes, emitting a soul-capturing, gloomy, baleful aura.

The two were as fast as lightning, their residual shadows intertwined, and in an instant, they vanished into the western void.

Furthermore, other directions were not peaceful either.

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

A gray phantom appeared and disappeared, its aura as ethereal as smoke, drifting silently toward the direction of the meteor.

All parties, whether speeding, flying, rushing, or sneaking, converged toward the center of that falling meteor.

Watching those formidable auras flash by, Hua Changxi felt her throat go dry and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

She had previously thought the fifth layer of the Nine Netherworlds was sparsely populated; who could have imagined that this seemingly barren territory was actually lurking with so many powerhouses.

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

As for the liveliness of the Nine Netherworlds, she, a human, had better not join in.

"That is..."

At the same time, in a valley dozens of miles away from Soul Nightmare Valley, Lady Bone and the five members of Chu Junyi were all looking up at that disappearing dark blue meteor light.

Watching the light, Lady Bone's eyes surged with intense longing and greed, but upon thinking of the powerhouses that had just appeared, she ultimately let out a long sigh.

"That's right, that is the Netherfire Tinder, the key to opening the Nine Netherworlds Soul Realm."

After a pause, Lady Bone looked playfully at the five members of Chu Junyi, who had solemn expressions beside her.

"The Ghost Clan, Demon Clan, Soul Clan, Huang Quan River Clan, Blood Sea Clan, and Huang Quan Clan have all dispatched many Commander-realm powerhouses, and there might even be King-realm experts sitting in command among them."

"Even the Nether Capital and the Reincarnation Hall have sent people, and the Demon Clan has also dispatched the descendants of Qiongqi and Taowu. Are you sure you still want to participate in the competition for the Soul Realm key?"

Upon hearing this, the five members of Chu Junyi remained silent.

The situation in the Nine Netherworlds was even more complex than they had imagined, and the powerhouses of the Nine Netherworlds were far beyond their expectations.

After a period of silence, Chu Junyi looked at Lady Bone: "Is the black broken blade held by that Ghost Clan member earlier really the legendary Netherworld Blade?"

After they came down from the fourth Zhongyuan Pass, they began to constantly hear rumors of 'the Netherworld Blade appearing'.

Besides them, there were many Nine Netherworlds tribes that had luckily escaped with their lives from under the black broken blade.

Clearly, the rumors were spread by them.

Lady Bone did not answer immediately. It wasn't that she was unwilling to answer, but that she herself wasn't very sure. A moment later, she spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Although I cannot see through the depth of that Ghost Clan member, one thing is certain: their realm is definitely not very high."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't be unable to even maintain ghost fire in the fourth layer of the Nine Netherworlds abyss."

"For a Ghost Clan member with a low realm to kill General-realm and Commander-realm powerhouses as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, they must be relying on that black broken blade."

"There is an extremely pure Nine Netherworlds origin aura on the black broken blade..."

The five members of Chu Junyi looked at Lady Bone, waiting for her to continue.

Lady Bone looked at the five, her gaze slightly fixed: "Therefore, there is more than a 70% chance that the black broken blade is the legendary Netherworld Blade."

As her voice fell, she sighed gloomily, her tone carrying a complex and inexplicable emotion: "The Ghost Clan... is truly protected by the Nine Netherworlds."

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

"Never expected that the Netherworld Blade would actually fall into the hands of the Ghost Clan."

"With the Netherworld Blade in hand, all the tribes of the Nine Netherworlds will have to fear the Ghost Clan by three points."

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

He was the first to tilt his head and swallow one, then handed the remaining four to the four subordinates beside him.

As the pills entered their bellies, a cold, gloomy aura instantly spread throughout their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the aura of living people on the five of them vanished without a trace, replaced by a dense ghost energy that was almost about to condense into substance.

Their skin color became pale, and a faint ghostly green fire flickered in the depths of their eyes. If one didn't know the truth, anyone would mistake them for authentic members of the Ghost Clan.

Two rays of sharp light suddenly burst from Lady Bone's eyes, staring fixedly at the five, her voice carrying a hint of unbelievable sharpness: "Ghost Breath Pills!"

"Where... did you get the Ghost Breath Pills?"

Lady Bone's heart surged. These Ghost Breath Pills were secret medicines of the Ghost Clan, requiring a King-realm powerhouse to use the ghost sacs on Ghost Yin Wood as the main ingredient to barely refine them.

Regardless of any race, as long as one took a Ghost Breath Pill, they could 'become' a member of the Ghost Clan for a certain period of time, and it would not damage their original physical body at all.

The Demon-Suppressing Army could actually produce such secret medicine; could it be that they had dealings with the King-realm powerhouses of the Ghost Clan?

Chu Junyi did not answer Lady Bone's question, only looking at her: "Get on the palanquin."

Lady Bone frowned tightly: "You still want to wade into these muddy waters?"

She paused, her voice carrying a hint of dissuasion, "Even if your aura is now indistinguishable from the Ghost Clan and your identities won't be exposed, with your meager strength, wanting to snatch the key from the various tribes of the Nine Netherworlds is no different from a fool's dream."

Chu Junyi's gaze was firm: "Even if we can't snatch it, we must go and see the foundation and strength of the various tribes of the Nine Netherworlds, as well as ascertain the trend of the Nine Netherworlds' situation."

The situation in the Nine Netherworlds was related to the stability of the Demon Prison; if the Nine Netherworlds were in turmoil, the human race could not stay out of it.