Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 102, Section 101: The Underworld Lord (Two Chapters Combined)

Taoist methods.

The cultivators watched the sky with bated breath.

They had been standing here for three days, and the surrounding momentum was growing stronger, as if Jiang Jiayi only needed to give an order to launch another campaign to quell the demons.

The azure sky was still shrouded in darkness, and they witnessed the sect leader charging into the Outer Heavens with his sword.

No one seemed to think there was anything wrong with what was happening.

From the Taoist priest of Chang'an to the head of the Taoist sect, it has become a tradition of the Taoist sect to rush into the sky and fight with unknown things.

"Is it getting light?"

Someone spoke.

The sky, which was originally shrouded in thunderclouds and pitch black, seemed to have been torn open, and then light shone through the sky, filling the world with light.

Jiang Jiayi's voice came: "Nothing to do today. Fellow Daoists, continue to hone your skills and improve your Dao realm."

"promise."

The Taoist practitioners breathed a sigh of relief. It was best that nothing bad had happened; otherwise, they would have been endlessly busy, which would not have been good for their spiritual cultivation.

Jiang Jiayi didn't say much, and her expression didn't reveal much, except for a hint of worry on her delicate, smooth eyebrows.

She soon arrived at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

Xia Lianxue continued to urge her senior sister to practice swordsmanship.

In the quaint pavilion, Xia Lianxue's expression seemed a little off.

"problem occurs."

Jiang Jiayi walked up to Xia Lianxue.

She trusted Xia Lianxue quite a bit, which stemmed from Xia Lianxue's relationship with Lu Changyuan. Therefore, Jiang Jiayi could tell Xia Lianxue some things that she couldn't tell her disciples.

Moreover, the other party is Palace Master Miaoyu, who is a rare top cultivator in the entire White Domain. She should have a different perspective on things.

The little fairy in the white dress nodded, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She spoke first: "Just now, I seemed to feel a vibration in time. Someone was touching time."

Jiang Jiayi paused slightly, her ethereal beauty momentarily lost.

She hadn't expected Xia Lianxue to say that.

Having cultivated the Dao of Swordsmanship, she wasn't very sensitive to time, so she could only listen to what Xia Lianxue said.

Xia Lianxue said softly, "It must be that someone used the connection to manipulate time, but we don't know who it is."

Xia Lianxue has not yet returned to Yaoguang, so her control over the Dao of Time is naturally much weaker than before, and she can only vaguely sense it.

If time is likened to a net, Xia Lianxue is the one who can see this net. Just now, the net was shaken, but only slightly. Xia Lianxue naturally did not know who or where the net of time was shaken.

The red-clad swordsman asked, "How is the Chang'an Sect Master?"

Xia Lianxue rested her chin on her hand, looking at Qiu Yuehan who was still fighting wits with the clouds: "She should be fine. The magic runes on Senior Sister's shoulder are very stable."

That proves that there's no problem with the long road.

As long as the connection with Qiu Yuehan remains, at least the person is alive.

Jiang Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, then her expression turned serious: "The lust demon just tried to descend to the mortal realm."

The little fairy in the white dress nodded and said, "I saw it. The demonic energy was almost coming from beyond the heavens to pollute the earth, so she must have taken up her sword and gone to fight in beyond the heavens. Now the sky is clear, so it seems that the demon of lust has been repelled once again."

She was naturally referring to the head of the Taoist sect.

Logically, this should be the case. If the lustful demon hadn't been defeated and had actually descended to the mortal realm, Jiang Jiayi, holding this sect leader's token, should have sensed it.

The sect leader's order had no effect, which meant that the lust demon had been repelled. But if the lust demon had been repelled...

Why hasn't the master of the Taoist sect returned?
This is what Jiang Jiayi is most worried about.

With the Daoist Master's cultivation level, even a raging demon of lust shouldn't be able to prevent him from returning.

Moreover, the celestial demons are only half-bodied.

So Jiang Jiayi said, "She went up there and didn't come back. I can't sense her sword anymore."

The red-clad swordswoman cultivated the true sword path, and she was extremely familiar with the sword of the Daoist Master, but at this moment she could no longer sense the aura of the Daoist Master's sword.

"Don't panic."

Xia Lianxue gently raised her hand and handed a cup of steaming tea to the red-clad swordsman.

Jiang Jiayi sighed, thinking that perhaps it was because Xia Lianxue cultivated the Dao of Time that her senses and emotions were also overwhelmed by the weight of time, and she calmed down a little.

She took a sip of tea.

Xia Lianxue said, "Although you can't sense her sword, you can still see her Dao Star in the sky, can't you?"

Jiang Jiayi nodded.

She felt that Xia Lianxue was becoming more and more like her teacher's wife.

That's true. The other person has lived much longer than her. She, Jiang Jiayi, has only been cultivating for a few hundred years, while the other person is a figure from more than a thousand years ago. It's normal for him to have more experience and a higher level of temperament.

"If that's the case, then she should still be alive. Your Chang'an Sect Master likes to say that as long as she's alive, nothing else matters, let alone her cultivation and supernatural powers. Just being alive is her peak."

A serene atmosphere gradually filled the pavilion, much like the gentle drizzle that brought a sense of tranquility.

Jiang Jiayi thought about it and agreed.

I'm still worrying too much.

However, this Palace Master Miaoyu seems a bit like the Master of the Daoist Sect, no, more like the Master of the Chang'an Sect. The Master of the Daoist Sect also learned from the Master of the Chang'an Sect. Master and disciple pass on their mantle, so they should be similar.

As for this Palace Mistress Miaoyu, perhaps it's a case of the husband and wife following each other's lead; people who become husband and wife tend to become more and more alike.

The red-clad swordsman, holding a cup of tea, said casually, "I've always been curious about the wondrous uses of the Dao of Time. Can you sense anyone touching time in this world?"

"more or less."

Xia Lianxue's answer was vague: "But most of the time I just know that time has rippled."

Jiang Jiayi was a little curious.

She didn't understand any of that; all she knew was how to wield her sword and cut down everything she saw.

"There's almost nothing in this world that can transcend time. Logically speaking, with your cultivation reaching the Yao Guang level, you should be the strongest in the world. How come you were like this in previous years?"

"Because it's unnecessary, and this path is too restrictive."

Xia Lianxue smiled slightly. She was too lazy to say that, apart from the hundred years after she stabilized the situation in Miaoyu Palace, the places where she used the Great Dao were basically all about finding Lu Changyuan.

"Moreover, many things are outside the scope of time, and the resulting backlash against the same Yao Guang is limited."

Jiang Jiayi nodded, still not understanding what Xia Lianxue meant by "rebellious".

The little fairy in the white dress continued, "Moreover, there are many things that are not subject to the control of time."

Is there anything in this world that is not subject to the rule of time?

The red-clad swordsman thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer.

"Take your True Swordsmanship for example. Once you've reached that level, it's very difficult for me to reverse your sword technique after you've already made a move back to before you even drew your sword."

Xia Lianxue paused for a moment: "And then there's the young master's sword, Taiyi, and the like. These things are really beyond the realm of reason! I don't know how the young master cultivated them."

Jiang Jiayi could only smile.

But the little fairy lifted the tea lid with her hand and gently stroked the teacup: "There are many more, such as death, which is not within time."

"What do you mean?"

"Death represents slumber, eternal slumber."

In death, eternity and fleeting moments are one concept, and time loses its meaning in this context.

Regarding death.

Time, space, everything loses its meaning, leaving only eternal rest.

That's why Xia Lianxue said that death is not within time.

Clang.

The sound of a sword falling to the ground came from not far away.

Jiang Jiayi and Xia Lianxue turned around at the same time, only to see Qiu Yuehan looking coldly at the sky.

Her beauty was extraordinary, as pure as a lotus, and as cold as the moon.

In the pause between their conversation, Qiu Yuehan seemed to be drawn to something, standing motionless in the distance, even dropping the sword in her hand.

Of course, this is only what people who don't know her well can tell.

Xia Lianxue noticed that her senior sister was in a daze.

So he brewed another cup of tea, looked at Qiu Yuehan, and said gently, "Senior Sister?"

Hearing Xia Lianxue's call, Qiu Yuehan snapped out of her daze, picked up her sword, rubbed her forehead, and then walked over.

"What's wrong, junior sister?"

"Let's take a break. There's no rush to practice swordsmanship."

Qiu Yuehan nodded and sat down, but she was clearly still lost in thought.

The red-clad swordsman said, "Junior Sister, since she is not here, I will temporarily be the acting sect leader. I'm afraid it won't be possible to take you to the Spirit Clan as I said before."

With the sect leader absent, the red-robed sword immortal had to be kept in place to maintain order.

Qiu Yuehan nodded: "It's alright, there's no rush."

She now knows that her mother is Feng Xianlong, but who is her father?

This question inexplicably resurfaced, and Qiu Yuehan couldn't help but think about it carefully. That strange feeling just now was something that... she couldn't describe.

Why is the magic rune getting hot again?
Does the old monster still have the mood to reinforce the magic runes?
How could he be so wicked!

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Lu Changyuan smiled comfortably.

Hey.

That felt great.

How can one describe the feeling of personally thwarting the plot of a thousand-year-old enemy and severely injuring it?

It's like being on a lawn by the sea in broad daylight, watching the clouds drift by, and hearing the sound of the tides rising and falling.

No, that's not quite right. It's more like the taste of drinking that first sip of wine as the night wind blows after a long night raid, finally beheading the man who killed your father.
It's hard to describe.

In short, one's Daoist mind is perfectly clear.

Although I still can't kill this damn lust demon.

After all, to completely kill the Demon of Lust, one would probably have to kill all cultivators below the Yao Guang level in the world.

This is not realistic.

So this is the best possible outcome.

Having lost this half of his body, the lustful demon will likely find it difficult to cause trouble in recent years.

Lu Changyuan stretched his muscles and returned to his body, feeling a sense of ease he had never experienced before.

"The Four Realms".

He remains in the four realms.

But the path to the Five Realms was already crystal clear, just like Su Youwan when she went to Shangyujing.

When Lu Changyuan's "Five Desires and Six Dusts Transformation Mind Technique" breaks through to the fifth realm, he will naturally be able to reach the fifth realm, Yuheng.

There's no rush.

Intensity and difficulty are linked.

The fact that it takes a long time to repair proves how powerful this thing is!

Lu Changyuan got up and walked down the path to his death.

The surrounding ghostly energy couldn't really affect him; he had already walked that long, dark road to death once.

This time it was much easier than before, and there were no black hands trying to grab people along the way.

The last time he came, those black wrists were tightly wrapped around his legs, trying to pull him into the darkness on either side.

The indistinct darkness on both sides is actually the path to death for the King of the Underworld; falling into it will surely lead to certain death.

Not only that.

The dark energy here is extremely deadly to the living; if one is tainted by it, one will lose their reason.

Lu Changyuan carefully recalled the events of the past.

"It was only after I escaped the dead end that I began to prepare to walk the path of mortal life again."

That was a long time ago.

Lu Changyuan shook his head, banishing the distant memories from his mind, and instead focused on figuring out how to escape the dead end.

A dead end is a road with no end in sight, which can severely test one's patience. The surrounding space is also cramped, and if one stays there for too long, one will lose one's sense of time. The feeling of emptiness and loneliness may even torment one to the point of madness.

"How did you get out last time?"

Memory re-entry.

The dead end is the path of the King of the Underworld, but those who walk the dead end are spirits who yearn to live.

Therefore, we must live with the spirit of death.

In other words, we need to find the most dangerous part of this road first.

So where is the most dangerous place to go?
The answer is actually very simple.

Jump down.

But jumping down isn't something you can do casually. If it were that simple, those black, sticky hands wouldn't have needed to pull people down.

This bridge, stretching for who knows how long, has only one place where jumping off means life; jumping off anywhere else means death.

Lu Changyuan squinted.

The chances are the same everywhere in a dead end, and figuring out where to jump is not an easy task.

think about it.

Those who walk down a dead end are all sinners. How can sinners be forgiven?

First, one must genuinely repent; second, one must wholeheartedly pledge respect to the supreme Lord of the Underworld. Only in this way can one obtain the Lord of the Underworld's forgiveness and have a chance to live.

Last time, neither of the two conditions were met.

So he used the most brutal method, using his strength at the sixth level of the Kaiyang realm, to forcefully resonate with the Dao of the Underworld Lord. Coincidentally, he also cultivated the Dao of Slaughter, which was somewhat similar to the Dao of Death. In this way, Lu Changyuan resonated for many years and finally found the only place where he could jump down.

of course.

That was the long road of the past; the long road of the present does not have the ability to resonate with a dead end.

However, Lu Changyuan now has an even simpler way. After all, he is the acting Underworld King. If the acting Underworld King wants to get out, there is no need for so much trouble.

So Lu Changyuan said calmly, "Disperse."

The mist on the bridge suddenly dissipated, and the road, which seemed to stretch endlessly, instantly changed its appearance in Lu Changyuan's eyes.

The boundless bridge was dyed a striking red, and in this unsettling red, a touch of white, symbolizing life, suddenly appeared.

Lu Changyuan walked step by step to the white side and squatted down.

"This is it."

He saw the mark he had made last time he came—a small tear on a corner of the bridge.

When I came here last time, Lu Changyuan resonated with this place, but he was still not at ease, so he made a mark and resonated with it for several more years before he was sure that this was the exit.

I never imagined that the caution I exercised in the past would still be useful today.

Lu Changyuan stepped onto that white path, turned around, and said to the void of the dead end, "Thank you, Underworld Lord. Although I don't know why you helped me, you did help me. If I have the chance, I will repay this favor."

Cultivating immortality is not about fighting and killing.

It's the ways of the world.

The Underworld King is definitely not dead. Lu Changyuan received the Underworld King's help and became the acting Underworld King, thus forging a bond. When the Underworld King descends to earth in the future, this favor will have to be repaid.

Lu Changyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, then lost his footing and plummeted to the ground.

Go out from here.

We've arrived at that ancient site, a huge, simple, circular altar.

That's where we left last time.

Lu Changyuan thought to himself.

That place doesn't seem to be far from the Spirit Clan.

I don't know why the exit from the dead end is in that place.

come down.

In complete darkness, a feeling of weightlessness filled my body.

Lu Changyuan's eyes suddenly lit up with a glimpse of writing.

Unlike the blood-red handwriting of the past, this time the handwriting is as brilliant as gold, filled with a sense of holiness.

Those who choose the path of life are innocent and may have an audience with the Lord of the Underworld.

"You're not a lust demon?"

Lu Changyuan thought the words he saw were lust demons, but he had already devoured the lust demons. What exactly is this thing?
The handwriting did not answer Lu Changyuan.

The cat in this eye seems a little angry.

If it's not a demon of desire, then what is it?
Lu Changyuan could only guess that the handwriting had also been corrupted by the lust demon, which had taken over the place. Now that Lu Changyuan had consumed the lust demon, it had been freed.

Those who complete the journey through life and death may receive rewards from the King of the Underworld.

What do you mean?
Lu Changyuan was startled.

Yes, this time when he came to the Underworld, he took the path of survival.

Those who walk the path of life are supposed to see the King of the Underworld, so he should have gone to see the King of the Underworld, but the King of the Underworld did not appear, so he could not see him.

As if he had just realized something, Lu Changyuan hurriedly looked toward the spot where the fall had occurred, where a beam of light had appeared.

clang!
"The taste of time?!"

A huge, dazzling white light filled Lu Changyuan's eyes, and he instinctively closed them.

My feet touched solid ground.

Lu Changyuan stood atop a vast, circular, inwardly converging stone altar. At the center of the altar was a strange pattern, from which countless delicate runes radiated outwards. These patterns not only covered the entire top platform but some even spread down the stone steps.

A very pleasant voice came: "Hmm? Is this the spirit I summoned? A human spirit? Well, it's not bad."

The card crashed.

The pain came.

Lu Changyuan felt something bite his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked at his shoulder, where there was a feather-like mark.

The area where the mark is located even feels slightly painful.

"From today onwards, you are my spirit. Hmm. Let's call you Yu. Hmm, from now on you will be called Yu."

Before me stood a woman, emanating a powerful aura that seemed to eclipse the sun and moon.

Why are you staring at me like that? Can't you say anything?

The woman spoke the language of the spirits.

Lu Changyuan stared blankly at the woman and said, "Yes."

"That's good. From now on, I am your master. You can call me master or call me by my name."

The woman smiled, her beauty as striking as the moon surrounded by stars in the night.

"I am Hades."

This is the King of the Underworld.

The master of death, the ruler of the underworld, and the one who is close to transcending death.

But what surprised Lu Changyuan was not this, but the face of the Underworld Lord.

Why does she look exactly like Qiu Yuehan?!

(End of this chapter)