Just invincible, the reincarnation wife asked me to give her inheritance

Chapter 192 The Traces of the Underworld Emperor, the Power of the Deathly Netherfire
Within the vast territory of the Tuoba Holy Clan, deep within the Holy City and the ancestral land, lies a bottomless ravine.

From within emanated the mournful screams of countless ghosts, seemingly suffering immense torment.

An aged figure sat cross-legged on the edge of the ravine, continuously absorbing the soul power of the underground spirits through the activation of numerous ancient altars.

In this way, they can ensure that their primordial spirit remains intact.

"I never imagined that the primordial spirit of the City God of Dongchuan would be such a potent tonic!"

Tuoba Xiong's appearance was extremely ferocious and terrifying, completely losing the characteristics of the Holy Clan and turning into a pure vengeful ghost.

The more Yin spirits he absorbs, the more inhuman and monstrous he will become.

At this moment, his ghostly eyes gleamed with a greedy light, as if he had not yet had enough, and he felt an inexplicable and extreme desire for the other underworld city gods.

They even had thoughts of going to the underworld.

However, he suppressed this near-mad thought as soon as it surfaced.

The reason why the City God of Dongchuan was able to shatter and devour his primordial spirit was simply because the opponent's strength was inferior to his own.

The underworld, after all, is the supreme ruling power of the netherworld, possessing ancient and profound cultural heritage.

It's not just the Heavenly Gods and Underworld; there are also the Asura Emperor and the Liang Emperor, among other Underworld Emperors.

Even if he is arrogant and greedy, he hasn't reached the point of losing his mind.

"These vengeful spirits are almost exhausted and can no longer sustain us. Perhaps the next step could be to try tearing open the River of the Underworld."

Tuoba Xiong glanced at the Yin spirits that were being continuously consumed in the abyss.

The Yellow Springs River of the Heavenly Gods is the river in the underworld that guides the souls of the dead. The inhabitants there are of a much higher level than those in the human world, and there are even many cultivators among them.

For him, this was undoubtedly another great tonic.

If you have the chance, tear it open and step inside, and eat as much as you want.

"Your Majesty, the King of the Eastern River has arrived from the Underworld with his Yin soldiers and generals!"

A voice that traveled thousands of miles suddenly reached his ears.

Tuoba Xiong slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes filled with cruelty and coldness.

"The City God died, and Yama came. The Underworld really thinks highly of me."

He flicked his sleeve and suddenly stepped out of the abyss, unleashing a torrent of eerie ghostly energy.

In a short while, the Yin soldiers traversed tens of thousands of miles and saw the entire Holy City beginning to descend into the Netherworld.

As if reflecting the underworld, it caused the holy city to fall into boundless darkness beneath the heavens and the earth.

A sky ablaze with hellfire, followed by a vast array of ghostly soldiers and generals slowly appearing in sight.

They emerged from nothingness, their primordial spirits materializing and fully revealed themselves within the realm of gods.

Tian Si wore a Yama's robe, exuding immense power and authority.

"Tuoba Xiong, your lifespan has come to an end, yet you have violated the laws of the underworld, causing chaos to billions of innocent people in the human world. Your crimes are unforgivable, and the massacre of the City God of Dongchuan adds another layer of guilt."

"I have come here today on behalf of the underworld to arrest you. If you refuse to descend to the netherworld, I will make sure your soul is scattered."

Tian Si spoke in a deep voice, which resounded throughout the entire Tuoba Holy City.

This commotion attracted the attention of many powerful figures. A vast number of figures appeared from all directions of the Holy City, including the second ancestor of the Lesser Saint Realm.

Their eyes showed no fear, and there was even a sneer on their lips.

Looking around the vast expanse of the Eight Desolations, many powerful forces from the Celestial Realm must have sensed the arrival of the King of the Eastern River and spread their divine senses to investigate.

Among them are also many holy races.

"That's truly rare. It's been many years since the King of Hell himself appeared in the Heavenly Realm, hasn't it?"

"Dongchuan Yama is quite bold. Isn't she afraid of never returning?" Through divine sense, Tuoba Xiong stood proudly between heaven and earth with his hands behind his back, facing the pressure of Yama from the Fourth Heaven without the slightest fear.

"If it were Emperor Liang, I'm afraid I would have no choice but to leave obediently, but you?"

Greed reappeared in Tuoba Xiong's eyes. He had already enjoyed the City God's soul, but he wondered what it was like to be the King of Hell in the underworld.
boom!
He took a step forward, without any intention of negotiation or idle talk, and his immense power stirred up a storm, causing ripples to spread through the Netherworld.

Throughout the entire holy city, numerous powerful members of the Holy Race unleashed their primal powers without hesitation, directly attacking the Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals.

Tian Si had anticipated this situation, but he still gritted his teeth and shouted, "You obstruct the actions of the Underworld, do you know the consequences!"

The second Lesser Saint Ancestor scoffed and arrogantly strode across the sky, saying, "I'd like to know what the consequences you speak of are."

As the battle began, the ghostly soldiers and generals roared and activated the soul-suppressing artifacts in their hands.

At the same time, the space rippled again, and two Yellow Springs Lords emerged, silently raising their palms to strike the second Lesser Saint Ancestor.

Tuoba Xiong had already descended upon Tian Si, and the powerful fluctuations of the Lesser Saint were not something that ordinary experts of the same realm could withstand.

"The Purple Jade Mace!"

With a flick of his wrist, he drew out the Tuoba Sacred Artifact and thrust it toward Tian Si.

Countless soul-suppressing chains surged forth in front of him, causing his own primordial soul to tremble the moment they touched them.

But Tuoba Xiong stubbornly withstood this force and unleashed two more Tuoba Sacred Artifacts, smashing them towards Tian Si.

During the battle, a rainbow appeared in the distance, and three figures finally arrived, witnessing the fierce battle on the field.

The golden-robed man at the head of the group had a divine aura reflected on his forehead and quickly realized that Tian Si was no match for Tuoba Xiong.

"The Heavenly God Dao Underworld remains unchanged, lacking any notable figures. While the King of the Eastern River is indeed a Lesser Underworld Saint, he is still considerably weaker than the Holy Ancestor Tuoba."

"With the addition of those two Yellow Springs Lords, they should be able to suppress him temporarily, but unfortunately they are being held back."

He spoke in a low voice, "Among the billions of beings in the Celestial Realm, countless cultivators, the Tuoba Holy Clan is one of the best. Having a Lesser Saint Ancestor is the bare minimum."

"Hey, what is that?"

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Tian Si, who was fighting fiercely, was wearing two brocade pouches at his waist.

The pouch was clearly made of a storage magic artifact, and it contained something that actually made him feel a slight unease.

His expression turned serious, and the insight technique of the totem on his forehead was clearly revealed, manifesting wisps of the Yin Emperor's aura.

Without a doubt, those two brocade pouches must belong to the Heavenly God Dao Yin Emperor.

"Interesting, other experts from the Holy Race are heading this way."

The effeminate woman looked around and, in just a moment, saw at least five experts at the Transformation Realm and a Lesser Saint quietly approaching.

“It’s normal. There are quite a few people in these Holy Races who have used our Heavenly God Techniques. It’s only natural that they would lend a hand. After all, if Tuoba Xiong is taken to the Underworld, it would be equivalent to tearing open a hole within the Holy Race.”

Another man in a golden robe spoke indifferently.

The leader suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Tian Si's body, revealing a hint of fear, which caught the attention of the two men.

"What's wrong with you?" the two asked in surprise.

“Something’s not right. That King Yama of Dongchuan is carrying two mysterious brocade pouches, which vaguely contain something very terrifying.”

The man in the golden robe at the head of the group once again used a secret technique to try to see through the brocade pouch, but in just a moment, his eyes were suddenly covered by a cluster of bone-white flames.

"what!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, and the flames of death ignited.

The divine radiance of the totem on his forehead vanished on the spot, losing all its luster.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of the other two, and their expressions changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)