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Chapter 961: Netherworld Mountain, Yin-Yang Tomb
Chapter 961: Netherworld Mountain, Yin-Yang Tomb
Lian Cheng the Ancestor!
One of the five Soul Transformation practitioners of the Heavenly Origin Dao Sect.
From the Lian Family, one of the Twelve Great Clans, he attained the Dao most recently and is the youngest among them.
Compared to You Li the Ancestor from the Southern Frontier, who is rumored to have surpassed the lifespan limit of Soul Transformation, Lian Cheng is a junior.
Thus, his words are quite courteous, addressing You Li as Divine Lord You Li.
But while his words are polite, his actions are not.
A single divine technique unleashed, and the Gate of Life opens.
The portal that has protected the Gate of Life and Death for thousands of years suddenly swings wide open.
Across the mountains and valleys, a series of True Seals react in a chain reaction, their lights flickering as they attempt to close the Gate of Life.
However, for some reason, the continuous flow of life always fails to complete at the crucial moment, keeping the gate open.
Seeing this, Lian Cheng the Ancestor increases his divine power.
Boom!
The countless True Seals shatter one after another.
Lian Cheng the Ancestor is overjoyed, but he is greeted by a worn and weary voice.
"Finally, you've returned!"
This voice carries a mix of excitement, relief, and a sense of liberation.
Lian Cheng the Ancestor is puzzled but doesn't have time to ponder it. He immediately issues an order.
"Attack!"
In the next moment, the million-strong army of cultivators gathered at Unicorn Mountain surges toward the sacred ground of the Gate of Life and Death in the Southern Frontier.
The cultivators of the Gate of Life and Death, who have been resting and recuperating for years, launch a counterattack without hesitation.
...
Within the Yin-Yang Realm.
A giant nearly a thousand feet tall still stands tall, reaching the heavens.
Roars like those of ancient beasts continuously emanate from his mouth, shaking the hearts and spirits of those who hear them.
Wu Zhu exerts his immense strength, centered in his hands, against the solid wall before him.
The bronze gate, which has been closed for years and seems indestructible, emits a grating sound as it slowly reveals a gap.
"Open!"
It's as if the giant is splitting the heavens from the chaos.
Luo Chen roars in anger, concentrating all his strength into a single point, and it erupts suddenly.
Boom!
Li Tian the Master and the others feel their heads buzz, unable to control their minds.
When they regain their senses, they realize the gate before them is completely open.
A crimson moon hangs high within.
A sense of eerie terror arises, chilling their bodies to the bone.
Luo Chen, whose thousand-foot tall form rapidly shrinks, is now gasping for breath and can barely stand.
One can imagine how much energy it took to push open this gate with pure physical strength.
Luo Chen stumbles and stands before the gate.
"Everyone, I have not let you down!"
Li Tian the Master smiles with relief, "As expected, I did not misjudge Fellow Daoist Qi. His expertise in body cultivation is unmatched in the world."
Luo Chen, pale-faced, shakes his head, "The matter here is settled. I should leave, and you all are free to proceed."
Li Tian the Master is surprised, "Don't you want to explore the landscape where the great beings have passed on?"
Luo Chen weakly waves his hand, "In my current state, I fear I cannot navigate the numerous dangers ahead. Forget it. After leaving this place, I will continue my travels through the Mountain and Sea Realm, to witness the North Sea Turmoil and listen to the Western Desert Buddhist Chants."
This Qi Tian is not only leaving the Yin-Yang Realm but also planning to leave the Southern Frontier?
Li Tian the Master's smile gradually fades, and he suddenly asks, "Fellow Daoist Qi, why are you so determined to find the Heart of Magic Insect Emperor?"
Luo Chen's gaze sharpens.
At that moment, an invisible and formless attack comes from behind.
Luo Chen, sensing it, strikes back with his hand.
Bang!
Upon impact, Luo Chen is slightly overpowered, and a five-fingered palm print appears on his back.
His face changes drastically, and he uses the force to leap into the Yang Plane behind the Gate of Death.
Li Tian the Master raises his right hand, observing the strange green hue on it, feeling uncertain.
"Even after expending all his energy to open the Gate of Death, he still had the strength to counter the attack?"
The others are confused, as everything happened too quickly.
Only after hearing Li Tian the Master's muttering do they understand what transpired.
Meng Shen instinctively steps back and demands, "Li Tian the Master, what are you doing?"
Bai Xuan the Lord stands beside him, his gaze cold, "You don't have to be so eager to kill the horse after it has done its work!"
Even Red Leaf Grandmother, Purple Robe Marquis, and the Hidden Sword Pavilion Master are taken aback.
Li Tian the Master waves his hand.
As he does, the strange green hue on his right hand peels off and falls to the ground.
It hisses as it touches the ground, and a puff of green smoke rises, indicating its potent toxicity!
He smiles slightly and explains, "You might not know, but Qi Tian has a different background. He is not a native cultivator of the Southern Frontier, and his intentions are questionable."
"Hmm?" Meng Shentong’s face was full of disbelief.
Li Tian the Master explained carefully, "Every powerful figure in the world has a background. Although the Mountain and Sea Realm is vast, it is not infinite for Nascent Soul Realms like us. A supreme powerhouse like Qi Tian has no known growth trajectory. Don’t you find his origins curious?"
Everyone was taken aback.
As they puzzled over this, Li Tian the Master revealed a name.
"Eastern Wasteland Alchemy Sect, Luo Chen!"
Everyone was stunned, especially the Purple Robe Marquis, who looked utterly unconvinced.
"According to the legends, the Eastern Wasteland Alchemy Sect’s Luo Chen is the pinnacle of cultivators, unmatched in his Daoist arts. He bears no resemblance to Qi Tian. How could they be the same person?"
"Ha, Purple Robe Marquis, are you doubting my intelligence-gathering abilities?" Li Tian the Master retorted.
The Purple Robe Marquis was momentarily speechless. If anyone had the broadest intelligence network in the Eastern Wasteland, it was undoubtedly Li Tian the Master. He not only relied on the Fierce Mountain Stiff Alliance’s information channels but also had extensive connections due to his status as a poison master. It was even rumored that he had good relations with some of the cultivators from the Heavenly Origin Dao Sect who entered the Southern Frontier.
If he wanted to uncover the background of an unknown cultivator, there would be no secrets left.
So, could Qi Tian truly be Luo Chen from the Eastern Wasteland Alchemy Sect?
Everyone was still in a daze.
Whether it was their conduct, cultivation methods, or combat techniques, there was no similarity between the two. How could they be connected?
Meng Shentong, unable to dwell on it, pressed on with his question, "Even if he is from the Eastern Wasteland Alchemy Sect, so what? He went to great lengths to help you open the Gate of Death. Why turn against him and betray him?"
"I didn’t want to resort to violence. If he was willing to complete this final journey with us, we could have parted amicably. But he insisted on leaving early. If he goes to the outside world and reveals information about the Yin-Yang Realm, what would we do?" Li Tian the Master countered.
Without waiting for a response, he answered his own question.
"Once the news leaks, many cultivators will flock to this place of a great power’s demise, causing chaos. Even the sacred lands won’t sit idly by, as this is the tomb of their own ancestor."
"To prevent any mishaps, I had no choice but to take this drastic measure."
"Let’s go. Time waits for no one, and we should enter now."
With that, he entered the Gate of Death without further explanation.
The Yang Plane!
The Crimson Moon hung high, casting a desolate and lonely aura.
A distant roar seemed to echo through the air.
Yet, there was no sign of Luo Chen in the scene before them.
Li Tian the Master pursed his lips, muttering to himself, "Such good nourishment, he won’t be able to escape."
…
In a mountain hollow in the Yang Plane.
Many decaying beasts and skeletal zombies gathered, converging from all directions.
These creatures, unaware of danger, seemed to lose their way at the edge of the hollow, aimlessly circling outside.
Inside the hollow, Luo Chen was enveloped by True Seals.
The palm print on his back, under the flow of his origin power, gradually faded.
After a day and a night, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes, looking relieved.
"I didn’t expect Li Tian the Master to have such perfect timing in his attack!"
He rubbed his chest, still feeling the terrifying force of the palm that had pierced through his protective qi armor and shaken his internal organs.
Was it a poison technique? A magical spell? Or perhaps a physical technique similar to Luo Chen’s own?
Luo Chen couldn’t tell, and he suspected a mix of all three.
This revealed just a glimpse of Li Tian the Master’s hidden strength, showing that he was far from a simple poison cultivator.
As a result, Luo Chen’s suspicions narrowed down to one person.
"Li Tian the Master is the Heart of Magic Insect Emperor!"
The reason didn’t matter, and there was no evidence. It was a gut instinct.
From the moment Li Tian the Master provided various pieces of information, trying to redirect his suspicions onto others while secretly setting up the Mother-Child Puppet Insect, Luo Chen had been wary.
But he hadn’t expected the timing of the attack to be so perfect.
It wasn’t that Luo Chen hadn’t been prepared; it was that opening the Gate of Death had taken a significant toll on him.
After a day and a night of rest, his powerful recovery abilities had brought him back to about seventy to eighty percent of his peak condition.
He could move now!
Luo Chen dispelled the True Seals, allowing the skeletal zombies and decaying beasts to rush into the hollow.
Watching this, Luo Chen was lost in thought.
Li Tian the Master was able to break free from the control of the previous Heart of Magic Insect Emperor and even overthrow him, perhaps because of what he gained in this fragmented Yin-Yang Realm!
As he pondered, sword qi erupted from his fingertips.
All enemies in front of him were instantly reduced to fragments.
In the distance, a deafening roar echoed, and a powerful ghost demon rushed toward them.
Luo Chen's mind flickered, and he restrained his entire being, quietly concealing himself under the Crimson Moon.
A short while later, a ghost demon over three hundred zhang tall, its flesh rotten and decayed, leaving only a skeletal frame, burst into the mountain pass but found nothing.
...
On the vast, dark Yang Plane, several figures moved swiftly.
Li Tian the Master was in the center, explaining the situation to everyone as they flew.
"The powerful Yin-Yang Son, unwilling to die alongside the savage beast that shared the Life and Death Sharing Insect with him, went mad in his final moments. He utilized the full power of the sacred land to capture a large number of demon beasts and conduct experiments with various insect charms."
"Later on, he even used his disciples as test subjects."
"Yōu Lí the Divine Lord, unable to bear seeing the sect suffer from his actions, forced him to leave. He came to this place in the Golden Lion Empire and established the Yin Plane."
"The countless ghosts and demon beasts we see now are all products of Yin-Yang Son's research."
"Be extremely cautious. Among these beings, there are many top-tier experts, even if they lack consciousness, they are not easy to deal with."
No one contradicted him.
During their day and night of travel, they had already encountered some formidable enemies.
Apart from Li Tian the Master and Red Leaf Grandmother, the others had to take turns to deal with the threats.
But the numbers were truly overwhelming, and after a series of battles, each of them had expended a significant amount of magical power.
This showed just how formidable Yin-Yang Son had been in his final moments, leaving behind a mess that even such a luxurious expedition team found challenging.
The Life and Death Sect was also in a bind because of the chaos he left behind. To control the Yin Plane, they had to establish the Yang Plane above it and even set up a vast empire to suppress the Yin-Yang Realm.
Even the dragon-lion statues outside were specifically arranged to prevent the ghost demons from escaping.
"Another tough one is coming!" Li Tian the Master's eyebrows shot up.
The others remained silent, all looking at Meng Shen Tong.
Without a word, he exchanged glances with White Xuan the Lord.
The latter broke away from the group and moved to intercept the approaching threat.
It was a ghost demon resembling a mountain-sized ape, massive and muscular, but with little flesh, only white bones remaining.
White Xuan the Lord soared into the sky, a series of bone spines erupting from his body.
Each bone spine striking the mountain-sized ape produced a deafening boom.
Li Tian the Master was surprised. "The bone spines of the White Bone Sect have such power?"
Meng Shen Tong laughed. "That's because White Xuan the Lord is formidable. Otherwise, ordinary bone spines wouldn't have such destructive force."
The bone spines were indeed terrifying.
From the moment White Xuan the Lord attacked, it took only a short while for the mountain-sized ape to be torn apart.
Soon, White Xuan the Lord caught up.
"It's dealt with."
He spoke calmly, but the lingering spiritual power fluctuations revealed the considerable effort he had exerted.
Li Tian the Master praised him, then said seriously, "What we've encountered so far is just the appetizer. The real challenge lies in the Yin-Yang Tomb!"
The others were puzzled.
However, three days later, when they saw the mountain of bones and the endless sea of ghost demons, they all sucked in a sharp breath.
What exactly did Yin-Yang Son do before his death?
Without waiting for the others to process their emotions, Li Tian the Master issued an order.
"Everyone, join forces to protect me as I enter the Netherworld Mountain. The Yin-Yang Tomb is inside the mountain!"
Everyone agreed and each used their unique abilities.
Sword leaves and purple light surged, and a hundred-zhang-tall bone giant emerged from the ground, clearing the way.
Red Leaf Grandmother led the charge, holding a compass to unlock the decaying True Seals.
Meng Shen Tong followed behind Li Tian the Master, dealing with the approaching ghost demons.
Magical power was consumed at an unimaginable rate.
The six figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the Netherworld Mountain.
Amidst the endless howls and screams, a figure slowly appeared outside the mountain.
"So this is the place where a great being passed away?"
Luo Chen narrowed his eyes, capturing a wisp of ghost demon aura and attaching it to his body.
This disguise of ghost demon aura allowed him to move freely along the way.
But whether to enter the Netherworld Mountain next made him hesitate.
Because the mountain emitted an aura that made his heart tremble, as if an ancient behemoth was slumbering inside, ready to awaken and devour everything.
However, this hesitation lasted only a moment. Luo Chen charged in without hesitation.
"Li Tian the Master, don't die. I'll be right there!" (End of Chapter)
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