The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 213 Falling into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits Pit

Zheng!
A sword cry!
A Yin God of Heavenly King level was cleaved into pieces, and black blood fell below, annihilating the Yin soldiers and generals below. Even in the coffin being transported, one of the coffins exploded as a result, and a human body wrapped in golden thread rolled out.

"Roar!"

The remaining three underworld generals, provoked, began to go berserk.

"You all deserve to die for attacking the Underworld Generals!" The thirty-third Underworld General roared, uttering a beastly howl that was not human. Many of the Yin soldiers below were blown to dust.

The ghosts, however, were not afraid at all and went even more frenzied. In particular, the precious herbs bloomed on the battlefield, releasing an alluring fragrance that made their inorganic pupils flash with an even more crazed light.

boom!
A golden corpse charged forward, spewing out yin energy, a vast expanse of black mist rising to the sky, extremely firm and powerful. A giant hand cleaved down, causing the heavens and earth to collapse, displaying unparalleled strength.

boom!
The thirty-third Underworld General also raised his fist to attack, colliding with the golden hand of the golden corpse. It was like two pieces of divine metal colliding violently, causing a part of the ghost to crack apart.

"Such terrifying physical strength, could he have had some kind of background in his past life?"

In the shadows, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon was somewhat surprised. It had followed Ning Qingyi in cultivating the Dragon Transformation Technique, and its dragon blood was terrifyingly pure. Even so, it was still able to fight these two ghostly creatures with its physical body alone.

“A ghost that can cultivate step by step to the realm of a saint or even a saint king in the underworld must have a past. This underworld general was no less powerful than Ao Mang or Cang Yan in his previous life, and may even have become a quasi-emperor.” Ning Qingyi’s eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that the thirty-third underworld general had an extraordinary background.

The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon was both moved and amazed: "Such high cultivation and such terrifying combat power, yet it is devoid of intelligence. It is truly a mystery of creation."

A group of ghosts at the Saint Realm level were fighting to the death here for a dozen precious herbs without noticing anything strange. This was truly astonishing to the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon. Even the four so-called Underworld Generals didn't seem to have much brains.

Ning Qingyi kept his eyes on the scene. Whenever he saw a ghost struggling, he would secretly send his avatar to finish it off. It wasn't until he secretly killed another Netherworld General that his expression became serious.

At this moment, only seven ghostly figures remained in the arena, each wounded, some even missing limbs, their blood dripping onto the earth. The army below was scattered by the aftershocks; of the tens of thousands of ghostly soldiers and generals, only a few thousand remained intact, guarding the remaining eight coffins.

"No help has arrived yet? It seems that the underworld's control over the netherworld is limited to this extent." Ning Qingyi showed a relieved expression.

Over the past few months, he had already discovered that although traces of the underworld were frequently found, it did not have the powerful control over the netherworld that outsiders speculated.

Now, four underworld generals are besieging the area, and a large army of ghost soldiers is on the verge of annihilation. There is still no sign of reinforcements from any side, which shows how chaotic the situation is here.

This lessened his apprehension somewhat. Finally, he seized an opportunity and secretly captured a Yin spirit. He no longer interfered in the battle, but simply had the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon follow far behind, focusing all his efforts on searching for its soul and spirit.

A few days later, with the blessing of the Lesser Destiny Technique, he finally fully grasped the life of this Yin General and opened his eyes.

"How is it now?" Ning Qing asked, looking ahead at the thousands of ghost soldiers.

"Reporting to my lord. After we ceased our involvement that day, it was ultimately this Netherworld General from the Thirty-Three Cities who prevailed, scattering the remaining Yin Corpses." The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon finished speaking and then asked, "My lord, have you found any clues?"

Ning Qing nodded, a look of joy appearing in her eyes.

This underworld general is from the forty-third city, and contrary to his expectations, the two dead Yin spirits who died along with him are the underworld generals of the forty-third city, not from the three dead cities he had previously thought.

The reason why the underworld did not come to the rescue was quite simple: the leaders of the three main halls were all asleep, the current Prince of the Underworld, the Prince of the Prison, and the Prince of Yama had not yet been born, and the 108 generals were all doing their own thing, only transporting corpses to certain places on a regular basis according to requirements.

Furthermore, there is no need to worry too much about the previous concern that the death of the Underworld General might attract the attention of the Underworld's experts.

The reason is that the predecessor of the Underworld General of the Forty-Third City also died somewhere in the Underworld. After a bloody massacre, these three Yin Gods took over the position of Underworld General of the Forty-Third City and were finally appointed by the person in charge of the Yama Palace.

Moreover, such things happen frequently, because the underworld is vast, and the portion involved in underworld activities is less than one percent.

Ning Qing nodded and said, "The destination of this army of Yin soldiers is the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit. They are escorting the corpses of saints searched in the starry sky, or ancient corpses of extraordinary origin. In addition, I have also learned about several connection points between the underworld and the mortal world."

The nine-tailed crocodile dragon perked up and asked, "So, shall we follow them secretly, or return to the mortal realm first?"

Ning Qingyi pondered for a while. Previously, his biggest worry was the Quasi-Emperor of the Underworld. Unlike other forces, this lineage had seven or eight experts at the Quasi-Emperor level, and even a top-tier battle slave like Gu Xin'ao.

Although he is protected by the Desolate Tower, there is still a good chance that he could perish here if a powerful figure were to revive.

Now that he knows that the leaders are all gone, it is the best news for him. As long as he infiltrates them and carries out the theft again, he is fully confident that he can complete this rebirth.

"Next, I will sneak into those coffins. As for you, you can wait here. When I come out of seclusion, we will return to the mortal world together."

Ning Qingyi gave a coordinate to the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon. This was the closest intersection to the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit. As long as the formation was activated, it could connect with the Yang Realm.

The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon looked worried upon hearing this, but ultimately accepted the array flag given to him by Ning Qingyi, preparing to provide support.

A few days later, Ning Qingyi once again used the chaos of corpses to lure away the Netherworld General of the Thirty-Third City, and then used the substitution technique to hide in an ancient coffin.

The nine-tailed crocodile dragon was left alone. After letting out a long sigh, it charged off in another direction.

After three months.

The thirty-third underworld general, leading hundreds of underworld soldiers, finally arrived at a strange place.

Looking into the distance, one could see that the terrain suddenly rose up, like a huge mound of earth, standing out prominently on the land, like a plateau rising from the underworld.

If a master of Origin Arts were to come here, they would surely discover that this highland possesses the grandeur of a leaping dragon, the power of a soaring immortal, and the sound of a phoenix's cry—a sight rarely seen throughout history!
The mountain ranges converge, their ridges resembling the back of a dragon, as if they could leap up at any moment and soar into the heavens.

Strange peaks rise one after another, bizarre rocks stand tall, the spiritual energy is abundant, and rays of chaotic immortal light fly out, making it seem like a fairyland.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a treasure trove actually exists in the underworld!
Upon arriving at this point, the thirty-third Underworld General emerged from the coffin, used his magic to lift the remaining seven giant ancient coffins, and walked step by step toward this plateau.

At the center of this highland is a huge abyss, from bottom to top shrouded in mist and clouds, which erupts every now and then, radiating countless rays of divine light and imprints of the Dao, making it extremely mystical.

The thirty-third Underworld General walked in on foot, heading straight into the center. Looking inside, he saw only a chilling darkness, where nothing could be seen, except for an aura of creation and universal reverence.

Even it couldn't bear this aura; the closer it got, the more it trembled. Even so, it still walked down the path at the edge of the abyss step by step.

This is a narrow, winding path that leads to the depths of the abyss. Occasionally, one can see tombstones, and inside the abyss, there are cave entrances from which yellowish waterfalls cascade down, flowing towards the bottom of the abyss. The mist they create exudes an eerie power.

The thirty-third Underworld General walked down step by step without expression, until its body and mind trembled and it could not help but kneel down. Only then did it stop and send coffin after coffin into the Yellow Springs Waterfall. Only after the coffin disappeared downstream did it slowly leave.

The ancient coffin carrying Ning Qingyi was like a small boat drifting on the Yellow Springs, being sent towards the bottom of the abyss.

chi chi...

When the Yellow Spring water came into contact with the ancient coffin, it made a corrosive sound. Soon, the coffin could not bear the weight and collapsed, revealing the corpse covered with golden thread clothing inside. It was swallowed by the Yellow Spring water and its fate was unknown.

Ning Qingyi's ancient coffin was no exception, but the moment it broke, he broke out of it.

Click!

An immense pressure emanated from him, striking him as if he had been struck by lightning. Had the desolate tower not trembled slightly, he might have lost his divine power and fallen into it.

"It really is this place, the place that gave birth to the chaotic monsters!"

This is precisely why the underworld is undefended; it is a veritable forbidden zone. Even quasi-emperors who come here will perish and fall into this place, waiting to be nurtured into a terrifying corpse slave ten thousand years later.

Ning Qingyi, however, felt a surge of joy upon sensing the power that was so similar to the Great Perfection Sacred Body of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the bottom of the abyss!
(End of this chapter)