#953 - The master's wife is very clear, the disciple is not bragging

When Jun Wuxie returned to the mountain peak plaza in the center of the abyss, everything there was just as it had been when he left, without any changes.

As for the five severely injured Netherworld Hell powerhouses, they had long since disappeared, probably fleeing to some unknown place to hide.

Three patches of blood and mud on the ground were very conspicuous, left behind by the three flawless Ghost Saints.

The entire Netherworld Hell world was silent.

From a very distant area, a large number of Netherworld powerhouses were watching, but no one dared to approach, maintaining an extremely far distance, fearing that they would be drawn in.

In the Netherworld Palace, on the imperial throne, the Netherworld Emperor's face was ashen. His eyes were incomparably dim, not only was his physical body weak, but even his soul was extremely weak.

The Netherworld Hell was finished. His regime was destroyed today!

The inheritance of ages was buried just like that, destroyed in his hands.

He was now filled with endless regret, wondering why he had chosen to scheme against this terrifying Lord of the Mortal World!

But time could not be turned back. Once some things were done, there was no going back. He was destined to pay the price for his foolish actions.

"Netherworld Emperor, I don't know what you're thinking at this moment," Jun Wuxie stretched out his hand and sucked out the bloody war spear that had pierced through the Netherworld Emperor's chest and pinned him to the chair, "but none of that matters. Now, show me the way and take me to find those souls!"

The Netherworld Emperor looked at Jun Wuxie with eyes full of resentment. The depth of his hatred was beyond words.

But Jun Wuxie didn't care, only looking at him indifferently.

In the end, the Netherworld Emperor agreed to lead the way with a gloomy face. The weakened him was carried out of the Netherworld Palace by Jun Wuxie.

Near the plaza of the Netherworld Palace, there was a road, a staircase leading to the abyss.

This road was very long, winding around the mountainside, and it was very steep. The further down it went, the colder it became, and the heavier the baleful aura.

Reaching a depth where Yin mist permeated the air, there were many stone chambers carved into the mountainside along the staircase from some unknown era. Inside, it was very dark and damp, and many disheveled souls with not weak auras were imprisoned… No… they were nascent souls!

"Why are nascent souls imprisoned here?"

Jun Wuxie coldly questioned the Netherworld Emperor, his Grand Saint Peak-level divine sense locking onto him, unafraid of him lying. As long as there was the slightest abnormality in his soul fluctuations when he answered, he would be able to sense it.

The Netherworld Emperor's face was gloomy, bloodstains congealing at the corner of his mouth, and he did not speak.

"Could it be that you foolishly believe that if you don't speak, I won't be able to find out the truth from other Netherworld beings? Your resistance will only cause you to suffer more torment. Apart from that, it will have no impact on me."

The Netherworld Emperor's pale facial muscles twitched, and he said in a cold voice: "These are the powerhouses who died in the past apocalyptic eras and in the resistance against darkness in your mortal world. Some of them, in order to prevent their nascent souls from being eroded by curses, separated half of their clean nascent souls, intending to restore them after the apocalypse, but they were forcibly suppressed by the powerhouses we sent out and captured here."

"Why did you capture their nascent souls?"

"For cultivation. Back then, some powerhouses in my Netherworld practiced special techniques that required devouring nascent souls to improve their realms. Later, after verification by several generations, that technique was abandoned, so the batch of nascent souls that were captured at that time was left behind and has been imprisoned here."

Pa!

As soon as the Netherworld Emperor's words fell, he received a slap on the face.

Five clear finger marks were visible on his pale cheek, and half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This Emperor has never practiced that technique, why did you hit me?"

The Netherworld Emperor covered his face, so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Because I am the cleaver and you are the fish, is that reason perfect enough?"

Jun Wuxie glanced at him. This Netherworld Emperor had no awareness at all.

"You…"

The Netherworld Emperor clenched his fists tightly, his teeth almost crushed.

Jun Wuxie shattered the stone chamber's restrictions and took those souls into his blessed land.

He constructed a special space within the blessed land, not exposing the scene of the Star Sea.

These nascent souls looked a little wooden, perhaps because the years they had been trapped here were too long. They had long since lost hope, and each of them lacked vitality.

Jun Wuxie ignored them, deciding to take these nascent souls away from the Netherworld Hell first.

Along the way, he rescued all the nascent souls.

Finally, he arrived at the bottom of the abyss, but this did not seem to be the deepest bottom.

The atmosphere here was gloomy and oppressive, and there were sharp wailing sounds everywhere, especially miserable.

Following the direction pointed out by the Netherworld Emperor, Jun Wuxie twisted and turned under the abyss and arrived at a fiery red area.

In front of him was a huge black metal net covering the ground.

Beneath the black metal net were countless soul auras.

Many Yin soldiers patrolled around that area, and they were all frightened when they saw Jun Wuxie carrying the Netherworld Emperor.

They were under the abyss, and because this place was special, they didn't know what had happened above.

Jun Wuxie came to the area covered by the black metal net and looked down. Inside was a vast and expansive dungeon space, but it was not dark. Instead, it burned with blood-colored flames.

Countless souls were struggling painfully inside, densely packed.

Their consciousness was incomplete, only having instincts, fighting against the blood-colored flames. Some of them were already very weak, covered in wounds.

Jun Wuxie's divine sense quickly spread throughout the dungeon, and he saw the incomplete souls of some Profound Armor Army soldiers inside.

All the souls on the ground of this dungeon came from the Lower Realm.

From the Netherworld Emperor, he learned that there were many such dungeons.

Boom!

Jun Wuxie waved his sleeve, and golden blood energy lifted the black metal net, smashing the patrolling Yin soldiers into ashes.

He opened his blessed land and frantically collected souls, quickly emptying the souls inside the dungeon.

Repeating the same method, he had been collecting souls these past few days, until all the souls who died in battle in the Apocalyptic Torrent were collected.

After that, he came to a great hall under the abyss, where a stone tablet floated.

This stone tablet recorded the information of everyone who entered the Netherworld Hell.

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him that flowed with a ghostly green light, Jun Wuxie thought for a moment and wrote the three characters "Mu Qianshan" on the tablet with his finger.

The stone tablet lit up with the light of runes, and soon dimmed down, with a line of words appearing on it: No such person found.

"It seems that Uncle Bird's soul is complete…"

He muttered to himself, and at the same time, his finger once again engraved a name on the stone tablet: He Qingyun.

Soon, lines of text appeared on the stone tablet.

Inside was a basic introduction to He Qingyun, as well as her experiences in the Netherworld Hell over the years.

It showed that she had suffered the Purgatory Punishment, and was later exiled to the Netherworld Mine to do hard labor, where she still remained.

The reason she was being tortured was that she still had a trace of her soul remaining in the mortal world.

Jun Wuxie thought of the souls of the soldiers he rescued who died in battle, weren't they also being burned and tortured by the blood-colored flames?

If it weren't for the Dark Universe needing these souls, it was estimated that after being tortured, they would have been sent by the Netherworld Hell to various places to do hard labor.

"What is the meaning of the Netherworld Hell's existence?"

Jun Wuxie couldn't understand. What was the benefit of them torturing souls like this? Was it just to pursue a perverted pleasure?

He questioned the Netherworld Emperor, and after a series of threats, he finally got him to tell the truth.

It turned out that the Netherworld Hell could only forcibly lead souls from the mortal world and determine people's life and death by relying on a Book of Life and Death.

No one knew where the Book of Life and Death came from. It was said that it had some kind of relationship with the Book of Fate.

Among those souls, every long period of time, there was the possibility of extremely talented people appearing.

At that time, they would select such people, cultivate them, make them drink Meng Po Soup, forget their past lives, and then create a Netherworld body for them, so that they would become the upper echelons of the Netherworld Hell in the future.

As for the other souls, they were indeed useless. In addition, there were too many souls, and the Book of Life and Death would constantly lead souls over, making the managers of the Netherworld Hell extremely annoyed.

Due to the restrictions of the Book of Life and Death, they couldn't directly kill those souls, so they could only formulate various punishments to torture the souls and send them to do hard labor, in order to vent their inner irritability and dissatisfaction.

"You are really fucking perverted!"

Jun Wuxie stared at the Netherworld Emperor. Now that the master's wife's location had been determined, and the origin of the Netherworld Hell had been understood, there was no need to keep him alive.

With a single finger, he shattered the Netherworld Emperor's nascent soul, shattered his physical body, and caused him to be completely destroyed in body and spirit.

The Netherworld Emperor didn't make a sound until his death.

Perhaps he had long known his ending and had already accepted such a fate.

He left the ancient hall and headed towards a certain edge area at the bottom of the abyss.

This place was very vast, not just as big as it looked from the top of the abyss. There was an inner universe hidden below.

He came to the edge, where there was an old road that extended all the way into a cave in the mountainside.

He walked along the ancient road. The cave was dark and deep, with almost no light, and the Yin energy was very dense.

However, such an environment naturally couldn't affect him.

His speed was very fast, and he arrived at the end of the cave passage in an instant.

The field of vision here suddenly opened up, and an inner space appeared.

The heavens and earth of this space were very dark, the ground had undulating mountains, those mountains were shrouded in rising gloomy mist, and countless ghosts were busily working in a certain area on the mountainside.

There were many Yin soldiers patrolling and supervising there, and there were also several Netherworld powerhouses with strength equivalent to a Half-Saint sitting in town.

Jun Wuxie stepped over.

Because he had completely restrained his blood energy and aura, he didn't cause the Netherworld beings to see him as dazzling and blinding as the sun and not dare to approach him as before.

His divine sense scanned that area, and he quickly locked onto a woman who was pulling a mine cart and walking out of the mine with staggering steps.

Her face was covered in dust, making it impossible to discern her features. Her hair was disheveled, her dress was dirty, and her body was stained with blood.

Because she was walking slowly, the supervising Yin soldier snapped a whip across her back, instantly raising a bloody welt.

"Courting death!"

Jun Wuxie's killing intent surged to his head. He appeared before the supervising Yin soldier as if teleporting, and with a single palm strike, blasted him into pieces. The shattered body then exploded into bloody sludge.

This scene shocked everyone present. All eyes turned to focus on the heroic and handsome young man.

"Shiniang!"

Jun Wuxie stepped forward, throwing the mine cart from He Qingyun's hands. Seeing her in this state, he felt a sharp pang of sorrow.

"You… Who are you?" He Qingyun brushed aside the hair obscuring her face, carefully scrutinizing him, her eyes filled with confusion. "Do you know me? Why do you call me Shiniang?"

"I am a disciple of Uncle Niao…" Seeing He Qingyun's expression become even more puzzled, he immediately explained, "Uncle Niao is called Mu Qianshan, because he always has a bird standing on his shoulder, so we call him Uncle Niao!"

"Qianshan…"

He Qingyun murmured. Her eyes, which had been so dim, suddenly lit up when she heard this name.

If she had been like a withered tree just now, her current state was like a sprouting tree, full of vibrant life.

For a moment, he sensed a strong desire to live in his Shiniang, a yearning to return to the human world and live again, not just to survive here.

"Qianshan… Is he well?" He Qingyun's eyes filled with tears. Her face showed longing, resentment, helplessness, and various other emotions. Her expression became extremely complex as she sighed, "Forget it. Since we are separated forever, why seek further troubles…"

"You are not a creature of the Netherworld. You are… a person from the Yang Realm!"

Those Netherworld experts who had been observing the situation finally saw the clues. Mainly, the Yang energy within him was too strong. Even if he tried to restrain it, they felt a strong sense of discomfort.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the souls here looked at Jun Wuxie in shock.

They were in a soul state, unlike the Netherworld creatures, so they were not so sensitive to Yang energy, nor were they afraid of it. As long as the Yang energy was not released, they could not sense it.

"Leave. Leave now, and you can save your lives."

Jun Wuxie's gaze was indifferent as he swept over the Netherworld experts and Yin soldiers.

"Impudent! You, a person from the Yang Realm, dare to intrude into the Netherworld and still speak so arrogantly. It seems you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Those Netherworld experts commanded the Yin soldiers to charge first, while they followed behind, launching attacks.

"Overestimating yourselves."

Jun Wuxie frowned slightly and flicked out a wisp of sword wave.

The bloody sword wave converged its light, and the Yang energy gathered, without any diffusion. It accurately struck the Yin soldiers and Netherworld experts, instantly killing them, destroying both body and soul.

"You… Are you really from the Yang Realm?" He Qingyun was shocked to see him kill these people, but then felt that what she said seemed not quite right, and added, "I mean, did you come in your physical body?"

She was very shocked and could hardly believe it all.

What kind of place was the Netherworld? It was incomparably powerful. How could one come to the Netherworld in a physical body?

"That's right, you must leave quickly! You killed these Netherworld experts. They will soon receive the news, and you won't be able to leave by then!"

He Qingyun was very anxious and worried about Jun Wuxie's safety.

"Shiniang need not worry. Their people will not be coming."

"How do you know?"

He Qingyun looked puzzled.

"Their higher-ups have all been killed by this disciple. Please, Shiniang, return to the Yang Realm with this disciple!"

As Jun Wuxie spoke, he performed the disciple's salute to He Qingyun.

"Ah?"

He Qingyun was stunned, feeling her brain buzzing.

What did she hear?

This young man who called her Shiniang, he said he had killed all the higher-ups of the Netherworld?

Impossible, impossible!

There were countless higher-ups in the Netherworld, and the higher-ups in the Saint Realm were countless. How could he kill them all?

Besides, how old was the young man in front of her? Could he beat a Saint Realm expert?

Her face stiffened slightly, and she said, "How can you brag and lie! Do you know how many Saint Realm experts there are in this Netherworld? Not to mention those in the Sovereign Emperor Realm, there are even more. How could you kill them all?"

She didn't know that the Netherworld experts stationed here were all equivalent to Semi-Saint Realm cultivators, and they were all instantly killed by Jun Wuxie earlier.

In her opinion, the strongest Netherworld experts guarding this place were at most Sovereign King Realm peak, or half-step Sovereign Emperor.

After all, the strongest person she had ever been in contact with was only in the Grandmaster Realm, and she herself was only a half-step Grandmaster.

"…" Jun Wuxie was a little helpless and said, "Shiniang, please be discerning, this disciple did not brag. The Sovereign Emperors and Saints you mentioned, this disciple did not kill, only the Ten Yama Kings, the Netherworld Emperor, and the Ghost Saints accumulated over these epochs were killed."

"Ah? Why are you talking more and more outrageously!"

He Qingyun was almost dumbfounded. Kill the Ten Yama Kings, kill the Netherworld Emperor?

"Alright, then this disciple won't talk nonsense. Shiniang has suffered here, this disciple will take Shiniang back to the human world."

"Can I really go back?" He Qingyun sighed and said, "What can I do even if I go back? My physical body has long decayed. Now, only my soul remains. Even if I go back, I can't be with Qianshan anymore. Besides, I don't want to affect his revitalization of the sect. If I return to his side, I will only become his burden…"

"Shiniang's physical body is still there, not truly decayed. It is now preserved in the crystal coffin of the sect's ancient hall. And Uncle Niao, he… his condition is not good…"

"What happened to Qianshan?"

He Qingyun grabbed Jun Wuxie's hand, instantly losing her composure, and asked urgently, "Tell me, what happened to Qianshan?"

"He is seriously injured and has been difficult to recover. After Shiniang returns, this disciple has a way to awaken Shiniang's physical vitality and help Shiniang revive. By then, Shiniang will have to take care of Uncle Niao."

"Okay, I'll go with you. I'll go back to the Yang Realm with you!"

Jun Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to forcibly take Shiniang away.

He looked at the other souls looking at him expectantly, sighed, and said, "If you want to return to the Yang Realm, I can take you back. However, your physical bodies have long decayed, and you will not be able to have a flesh and blood body in a short period of time. But the Yang Realm is now a peaceful and prosperous world. Even if you are soul bodies, you can live freely without worrying about safety."

"Ah, the Yang Realm. We've been away for too long. We dream of going back!"

"Benefactor, thank you!"

"Thank you for your great kindness and virtue!"

There were millions of souls here, all of whom had been doing hard labor for many years. Each one was ragged and gaunt. At this moment, their faces were full of tears as they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Get up, there's no need to be like this."

Jun Wuxie gently raised his hand, forcibly lifting millions of souls up, and opened his cave heaven, saying, "I have to take you into the cave heaven before I can take you back. You don't need to panic, just wait quietly, and you will soon be able to return to the Yang Realm."

"We will follow the benefactor's arrangements!"

These souls naturally had no objections.

Jun Wuxie waved his sleeve and swept them all into the cave heaven.

"Shiniang, let's go. Before returning to the Yang Realm, we have to go to the Hall of Life and Death. I want to see the Book of Life and Death there."

Jun Wuxie erected a golden blood energy circle, covering a radius of three meters, enveloping Shiniang inside. With a flash, he came to the cave entrance, and with another flash, he exited the cave and arrived at the bottom of the abyss.

He Qingyun was completely frightened. What terrifying speed was this?

Next, she was even more frightened.

Jun Wuxie flew in the air, far exceeding the speed of light.

Her eyesight was too weak, and her eyes could not see clearly at all. She only felt as if she was traveling in a time-space vortex.