Battle Through the Heavens: It turns out I'm actually the patriarch of the Xiao family!

Chapter 71 I am the one who can help you get out of trouble (9.6)

Deep within the crimson vortex, the Netherworld God, who had been cursing loudly, suddenly fell silent.

After a long pause, he sneered, "You surnamed Xiao, don't think I can't guess what you're thinking. You just want to take this opportunity to find out my background and origins."

"Oh dear, you saw right through me?"

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"What, Your Majesty, a dignified deity, lacks even this much courage? Afraid of revealing your true colors and making yourself appear even more— um—"

abjection?"

The crimson light within the vortex trembled violently, revealing the unease within its owner.

The word "down and out" was like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing the arrogant pride of the Underworld God.

"Hmph! Provocation won't work on me!"

The voice of the Underworld God was still icy cold, but beneath that forcibly maintained majesty lay an uncontrollable frustration and a very subtle wavering.

"When I roamed the universe, your ancestors weren't even born yet! How dare you, a mere junior, insult me!"

"Across the universe?"

Xiao Chen chuckled lightly, his laughter filled with an all-knowing mockery.

"So arrogant and domineering that he's trapped like a dead dog in the Abandoned Blood Cave? He even waits anxiously for the meager sacrificial power of a broken altar, relying on eating a few young boys and girls to prolong his life? Tsk—what a pathetic beast!"

Xiao Jin listened attentively, nodding lazily in agreement: "Exactly! And besides, Xiao Chen has lived for 30,000 years, so he doesn't seem like the junior you're talking about, right?"

"What?!"

The roar of the Underworld God, filled with anger and disdain, suddenly changed shape upon hearing Xiao Jin's words, becoming sharper and higher, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

The crimson light surging deep within the crimson vortex suddenly seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, ceasing its wild swaying and presenting an eerie, almost deathly stillness.

At the center of the vortex, it seemed as if three pairs of eyes, extremely far away, were focused on Xiao Chen, their gazes filled with astonishment, uncertainty, and disbelief.

"impossible!"

"Thirty thousand years? That's utter nonsense!"

Xiao Chen gave an "oh" and said, "So you're content to just stay trapped in that Blood Abandonment Cave and eke out a living like this?"

Before the Netherworld God Venerable could speak, Xiao Chen shook his head and said with a faint smile, "If my guess is correct, you should be severely injured."

"You're severely injured and your vital energy is greatly depleted, yet there was no power within the Blood Abandonment Cave that day to heal you and restore your vitality."

"In other words, the Heavenly Abandoned Blood Cave should be a desolate wasteland with depleted life and severely lacking in energy."

"you----"

The Netherworld God was somewhat surprised, but quickly said coldly, "Anyone with a modicum of intelligence could guess this!"

Xiao Chen smiled and continued, "You were trapped in that kind of place, yet you were still able to open up spatial nodes and have those so-called believers sacrifice themselves for you. If we deduce this, at your peak, your cultivation was either above the Supreme Realm, or you were exceptionally gifted and naturally possessed supernatural abilities related to the Dao of Space, right?"

Deep within the crimson vortex, silence reigned.

When Xiao Chen mentioned the word "Supreme," the other party had already determined that Xiao Chen was not from the Dou Qi Continent.

At the very least, he has been to the world, or has come from the world.

The old man in the Taoist robe was filled with surprise and doubt.

From the moment Xiao Chen began his conversation with the Netherworld God, he vaguely sensed that the Netherworld God, who was as supreme as a deity in his heart, was constantly being thwarted.

In contrast, Xiao Chen remained fearless and confident.

Especially now, with the Netherworld God Venerable falling silent once more, the old man in the Taoist robe felt his heart sink to the bottom. Unless he was blind...

This shows that Xiao Chen's deduction is very likely correct!

Combined with the words of the little golden snake—

Thirty thousand years!

real or fake?

"The Dao of Space? The Supreme Realm? Senior Xiao Chen—what exactly is his background?"

In the distance, Qinglin's heart was in turmoil, unable to find peace.

Everything Xiao Chen said left her completely bewildered and beyond her comprehension.

Just by looking at the reaction of the Underworld God, one can tell that those deductions must be true!

"Who exactly are you, surnamed Xiao?"

After a long while, the voice of the Netherworld God Venerable rang out again from the depths of the crimson vortex, but this time it carried a hint of deep surprise and doubt.

But Xiao Chen simply said, "I'm the kind of person who can help you get out of this predicament."

This time, the Netherworld God Venerable clearly considered the matter seriously, but ultimately still didn't trust Xiao Chen, so he sneered, "I have my own way of escaping; you, Xiao, don't need to worry about it!"

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow; this beast was quite wary.

Could it be that the Blood Abandonment Cave held some shocking secrets that no one knew about, which made this beast unwilling to reveal them?

Or perhaps this beast's identity is questionable, and it's worried that being exposed might cause some kind of trouble?

Otherwise, how could someone who has been trapped for countless years refuse the chance to escape?

With this deduction in mind, Xiao Chen decided to give the other party another chance, so he said, "I have a secret technique that allows one to draw on special energy from the world even when trapped in a place devoid of life, thus restoring one's cultivation. The only drawback is that if one practices this secret technique, it may cause inner demons and also affect one's future cultivation—"

Before he could finish speaking, the voice of the Underworld God Venerable rang out impatiently: "Does such a secret technique truly exist in this world?"

Xiao Chen's lips curled into a faint smile as he calmly said, "If you're interested, please let me finish."

The Netherworld God Venerable retorted angrily, "You surnamed Xiao, don't try to play these petty tricks of playing hard to get in front of me. What storms, waves, and dangers haven't I experienced in my life? You surnamed Xiao, just by sticking your butt out, I know what you're up to—"

Xiao Chen interrupted, "Are you sure you don't want to listen anymore? In my opinion, this crimson vortex formed by the spatial node won't last much longer."

The voice of the Underworld God Lord abruptly stopped, and after a long pause, he managed to utter two words: "Speak!"

Xiao Chen's smile deepened, tinged with a knowing and playful expression. He slowly said, "What I want to say is that even if you develop inner demons while practicing this secret technique, I still have a way to help you resolve them."

He paused deliberately, allowing each word to be clearly conveyed into the turbulent, blood-red vortex.

"And now, I can teach you the first volume of this secret technique. With your experience as the Underworld God, you should be able to immediately discern whether it is true or false."

The air in the void seemed to freeze.

The crimson vortex churned endlessly, and deep within it, three distant eyes flickered with the light of fierce struggle.

The temptation is too great!

A secret technique that allows one to draw special energy from perilous situations is practically a lifeline tailor-made for him.

As for inner demons—the other party claims they can resolve them, which shouldn't be entirely trusted, but the offer itself is tempting enough.

The even more irresistible temptation is that you can get the first volume right now!

Lifeline!

recover!

This is more real than any vague promise of the future!

He desperately wanted to escape; his whole body trembled with longing.

The last trace of color drained from the old man's face, and his body trembled like a candle flickering in the wind.

The long silence of the Netherworld God Venerable, and the barely suppressed, almost piercing greedy desire, all confirmed that Xiao Chen's words were true and hit the nail on the head.

The weakness and desires of this "god" whom he had served for half his life were nakedly analyzed and grasped by Xiao Chen!

His life beliefs are wavering and collapsing.

Qinglin's blue eyes widened, and she clenched her small fists tightly until her knuckles turned white.

The Way of Space?

Supreme Realm?

Can you help this Netherworld God Venerable escape his predicament?

The mist surrounding Senior Xiao Chen grew thicker, making him appear even more unfathomable.