Chapter 508: All Clans of the Nine Nether Emerge Together

"Mingyue, has the Netherworld Blade truly appeared?"

The Gui Che circling high above dove down, and the moment it neared the black sedan chair, that sharp, ear-splitting cry burst forth impatiently.

All nine heads spoke at once, their sound waves overlapping like nine rusted blunt knives repeatedly slicing through the soul, shaking the surrounding ghost race spirits so violently they nearly fell to their knees.

Su Mingyue cast a cold glance, snorted, and without moving her body, merely raised a hand to condense a ball of black light, flinging it at the Gui Che.

The black light shot through the air, transforming mid-flight into an extremely refined black blade edge.

The black blade moved faster than the limits of vision; the Gui Che saw only a blur before a deadly chill struck, leaving no time to dodge before being hit squarely.

"Boom~"

A massive explosion rang out as the Gui Che's huge body plummeted uncontrollably from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up dust that filled the heavens.

As the dust settled, the Gui Che's massive form had vanished, replaced by a disheveled man in black robes.

The black-robed man scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, his face filled with shock and disbelief as he stared fixedly at the hovering black sedan: "You have actually broken through to the King Realm!"

Inside the sedan, Su Mingyue remained seated, looking down indifferently at the man on the ground: "Mo Xiao, if you dare act presumptuously again, this King would not mind tasting Gui Che flesh."

Hearing this, Mo Xiao was furious, rolling a suppressed snort in his throat, but given the gap in strength, he did not dare to speak out in retaliation.

Seeing him submit, Su Mingyue withdrew her gaze, her vision sharp as lightning as it suddenly pierced toward the direction of Hunyan Valley: "Chi Yan..."

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

"Will you not come out to meet this King?"

Hiding behind a Soul-Nourishing Tree thick enough for several people to embrace, Hua Changxi's heart tightened abruptly; she instinctively held her breath, pressing tight against the tree trunk without moving, offering no response.

"Hmph!"

Looking at the still-silent Hunyan Valley, Su Mingyue's expression darkened; it seemed that having only recently entered the Ghost King Realm, she was not yet sufficient to intimidate others.

Hua Changxi could sense the Ghost King's gaze had not shifted, and just as she hesitated whether to flee directly into the depths of Hunyan Valley, a far more powerful aura suddenly swept in from the sky outside the valley.

It was a streak of nether-blue that tore through the firmament.

It split open without warning from the highest point of the Nine Nether sky, dragging a long tail flame capable of incinerating souls, falling like a meteor toward the depths of the Fifth Layer of the Nine Nether Earth Abyss.

Hua Changxi stretched her neck, trying to see clearly what that meteor was, but only managed to catch the black sedan and the Gui Che turning into two streaks of light, chasing madly after that nether-blue trail, one behind the other.

Almost simultaneously, the entire Fifth Layer realm boiled; powerful auras emerged from all directions, east, west, south, and north.

The Nether River churned, green waves surging to the sky, as several ink-green figures shot forth like arrows leaving the string, treading the waves with such speed that they tore invisible rifts in space, rushing straight toward where the meteor fell!

By the Yellow Spring River, yin winds howled furiously as two ghostly figures, one yellow and one red, suddenly appeared; leaving only a few lingering afterimages, they vanished at the horizon's end, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.

North of Hunyan Valley, demonic qi rose like ink, covering the sky and earth; strong experts of the Demon Race became a surging black tsunami, carrying a world-destroying pressure as they swept toward the area where the meteor fell.

South of Hunyan Valley, blood qi steamed upward; several Marshal Realm experts of the Blood Sea Race rolled with substantial blood qi that merged into a crimson torrent, marching forth in a vast surge.

East of Hunyan Valley, demonic qi shot into the clouds; a fierce beast resembling a tiger with boar-like fangs and a tail several zhang long, along with a demonic creature shaped like a vicious dog with wings on its back, roared as they broke through the sky, turning into two destructive streaks of light and madly pouncing on the meteor!

West of Hunyan Valley, the void twisted as two figures, one in black and one in white, moved like ghosts, leaving trails of afterimages.

The one in black wore solemn official robes, the four characters "Peace Under Heaven" on his tall hat exuding a grim coldness; the Soul-Locking Chain in his hand gleamed sharply, freezing the very air wherever the chain passed.

The one in white wore flowing long robes, the characters "One Look Brings Wealth" on his tall hat appearing eerie and strange; the Soul-Hooking Tablet in his palm circulated with runes, emitting a yin-sha aura that seized the heart and soul.

The two moved fast as lightning, their afterimages interweaving as they vanished into the western void in the blink of an eye.

Furthermore, other directions were not calm.

Silver streaks of light cut through the sky, swift as lightning, drawing silver afterimages in the void before vanishing in an instant.

Gray phantoms appeared and disappeared, their auras ethereal as smoke, drifting silently toward the direction of the meteor.

Forces from all sides, whether galloping, soaring, surging, or sneaking, all converged with the falling meteor as their center.

Watching those powerful auras flash and vanish, Hua Changxi felt her throat go dry and instinctively swallowed.

She had previously thought the Fifth Layer of the Nine Nether was sparsely populated; who could have imagined that this seemingly desolate realm hid so many experts?

Hua Changxi stared a while longer at the direction where the meteor fell, but curiosity was ultimately overwhelmed by caution, so she decisively turned and walked deeper into Hunyan Valley.

As a human, she better not join in the excitement of the Nine Nether.

"That is..."

At the same time, in a valley several dozen li from Hunyan Valley, Lady White Bone and the five others including Chu Junyi were all looking up at the vanished nether-blue streak of light.

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

"Correct, that is the Nether Fire Seed, the key to opening the Nine Nether Soul Realm."

Pausing briefly, Lady White Bone looked with amusement at Chu Junyi and the other four beside her, whose expressions were grave.

"The Ghost Race, Demon Race, Soul Race, Nether River Race, Blood Sea Race, and Yellow Spring Race have all dispatched many Marshal Realm experts, among whom there may even be King Realm experts holding the line."

"Even people from Youdu City and the Reincarnation Hall have arrived; the Demon Beast Race has sent descendants of Qiongqi and Taowu. Are you certain you still wish to participate in the struggle for the Soul Realm key?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Junyi and the other four fell silent.

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

After a moment of silence, Chu Junyi looked at Lady White Bone: "Is that black broken blade held by the ghost earlier truly the legendary Netherworld Blade?"

Ever since descending from the Fourth Zhongyuankou, they had constantly heard rumors of the 'appearance of the Netherworld Blade.'

Besides themselves, many Nine Nether clans had fortunately escaped with their lives from beneath that black broken blade.

Clearly, the rumors had spread from them.

Lady White Bone did not answer immediately, not because she was unwilling, but because she herself was not entirely certain; only after a moment did she slowly speak, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Although I cannot see through the depth of that ghost's cultivation, one thing is certain: her realm is absolutely not high."

"Otherwise, she would not have been unable to maintain ghost fire in the Fourth Layer of the Nine Nether Earth Abyss."

"A ghost of low realm who kills Marshal and General Realm experts as easily as chopping melons and vegetables can rely on nothing but that black broken blade."

"That black broken blade carries an extremely pure aura of the Nine Nether Origin..."

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

Lady White Bone looked at the five, her gaze sharpening slightly: "Therefore, there is more than a seventy percent chance that the black broken blade is indeed the legendary Netherworld Blade."

When her voice fell, she let out a soft sigh, her tone laden with complex, indistinct emotions: "The Ghost Race... truly enjoys the protection of the Nine Netherworlds."

"I originally thought that Ghost Mother Mountain and Ghost Infant River had suffered heavy casualties because of your human race, forcing the Ghost Race to recuperate for a very long time."

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

"With the Netherworld Blade in hand, all the races of the Nine Netherworlds must fear the Ghost Race by three parts."

After hearing this, Chu Junyi remained silent for a moment, then took a jade bottle from his robe, pouring out five pitch-black pills.

He tilted his head back and swallowed one first, then handed the remaining four to the four subordinates beside him.

As the pills entered their stomachs, a yin-cold aura instantly spread throughout their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the aura of living humans on the five of them vanished without a trace, replaced by ghostly qi so dense it was nearly condensing into substance.

Their skin turned pale, and deep within their eyes flickered a trace of eerie green ghost fire; had one not known the truth, anyone would have taken them for genuine members of the Ghost Race.

Two beams of sharp light suddenly erupted from Lady White Bone's eyes as she stared fixedly at the five, her voice carrying a sliver of unbelievable shrillness: "Ghost Breath Pills!"

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

Lady White Bone's thoughts churned violently; these Ghost Breath Pills were a secret medicine of the Ghost Race, requiring a strong cultivator at the Ghost King realm to barely refine them, using ghost sacs from Ghost Yin Wood as the main ingredient.

Regardless of race, anyone who consumes a Ghost Breath Pill can 'become' a member of the Ghost Race for a certain period without harming their original flesh and body in the slightest.

That the Demon-Suppressing Army could produce such a secret medicine—could it be that they have dealings with the king-realm powerhouses of the Ghost Race?

Chu Junyi did not answer Lady White Bone's question, merely looking at her: "Board the sedan chair."

Lady White Bone knitted her brows tightly: "You still intend to wade into this muddy water?"

She paused, her voice carrying a note of dissuasion: "Even if your auras are now identical to the Ghost Race and your identities won't be exposed, with your meager strength, trying to snatch the key from the various races of the Nine Netherworlds is nothing but a fool's dream."

Chu Junyi's gaze was resolute: "Even if we cannot seize it, we must go and see the foundation and strength of the Nine Netherworld races, and ascertain the trend of the situation in the Nine Netherworlds."

The situation in the Nine Netherworlds concerns the stability of the Demon Prison; if the Nine Netherworlds are in turmoil, the human race cannot remain aloof from it.