Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

This land of the Nine Netherworlds is full of weirdness and is definitely not a good place. Hearing Bai Ling'er's question, he turned around and walked to her side, his expression gentle but with a hint of solemnity.

"We have left the Black Mountain and are safe for now." Luo Qingchen briefly recounted what happened afterwards, including the incident at the bottom of the pond when Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan were picking the "Nine-hole Linglong Grass", his rescue of the two, the discovery of the real Nine-turn Resurrection Grass, the killing of the Black Water Python, and finally the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass that gave him a leaf at the center of the whirlpool at the bottom of the pond. As for the encounter with the gravekeeper and the dragon power that scare away the powerful enemy from Bai Ling'er, he temporarily concealed the details, only saying that they encountered a powerful blocker, but with everyone's joint efforts, especially Bai Ling'er seemed to have stimulated some potential at the critical moment, and scared away the opponent.

He didn't want to throw out such a shocking speculation as "the remnant soul of the ancestor dragon" when Bai Ling'er was so weak and didn't know what was going on, so as not to cause unnecessary panic or affect her recovery. Moreover, he himself had not yet fully understood the source and nature of that power.

"Leaves of the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass..." Bai Ling'er looked down at the spot between her brows. There seemed to be a trace of warm and strange feeling there. The warm current flowing through her body allowed her life force, which was on the verge of breaking, to gather again. Her injuries were also recovering at an incredible speed. "It was this... that saved me?"

"Yes." Luo Qingchen nodded and showed her the transparent leaf floating in his palm. "This thing contains the power of reincarnation and great vitality. It has a miraculous effect on soul and origin injuries. You were seriously injured before, and it was only thanks to this that you were able to survive."

Bai Ling'er stared at the leaf in a daze, feeling the mysterious power in it that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Her heart was filled with gratitude, but more of it was confusion. "I... stimulated my potential? Frightened off the powerful enemy?" She tried to recall, but she felt dizzy and had no clue. She was clearly seriously injured and unconscious, how could she have done such a thing?
"Wow! Sister Bailing'er, you are so awesome!" Su Xiaowan came closer, her eyes sparkling. "That black guy looked super scary, but he was scared away by your glare! Is it some hidden trick of your dragon clan?"

Lin Wan'er also looked at Bai Ling'er with a searching look in her eyes. She was the closest at the time and could clearly feel the immense dragon might, which was definitely not comparable to the power Bai Ling'er usually displayed. She vaguely guessed that Bai Ling'er might be hiding a huge secret.

Luo Qingchen interrupted Su Xiaowan's questioning at the right time: "Okay, now is not the time to discuss this. Bai Ling'er just woke up and needs to rest. Although the gravekeeper has temporarily retreated, he said he would come back, and this place is not a place to stay for long. We must find a way to leave the Nine Netherworld as soon as possible."

He paused and looked at Bai Ling'er: "How do you feel? Can you still move?"

Bai Ling'er felt the strength in her body was constantly recovering. Although she was still weak, she should be able to move without any problems. She nodded: "Don't worry, Master Luo, I can hold on. It's just... I'm sorry to cause you trouble." If it weren't for saving her, everyone wouldn't have fallen into such a dangerous situation.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Luo Qingchen shook his head, "We are companions."

He once again cast his gaze into the distance, the power of chaos quietly circulated, and after integrating that trace of the Nine Netherworld's vitality, his perception of this world seemed to become more acute. He carefully explored the energy fluctuations around him, trying to find clues to leave, or potential dangers.

The Gobi Desert was dead and filled with evil spirits, but the energy flow in most areas was relatively stable. However, just as Luo Qingchen extended his perception to a farther range, his brows slightly frowned.

In their northeast direction, about dozens of miles away, the evil aura there seemed to be... unusually agitated. It was not the strong and concentrated evil aura of the gravekeeper, but a more chaotic and disordered energy turbulence, as if countless resentments and negative emotions were entangled together.

Moreover, that restless energy seemed to be...slowly spreading in their direction?

"What's wrong, Senior Brother Luo?" Lin Wan'er noticed the change in his expression.

Luo Qingchen withdrew his perception and shook his head: "Nothing, I just feel that the yin energy here is a little strange. We can't stay here for long, we must leave immediately."

He had a hunch that the threat posed by the gravekeeper might not have been eliminated, but at the moment, there might be a more direct danger approaching from this Netherworld itself.

"Ah? Are you leaving again?" Su Xiaowan had just sat down for a short while when she heard the words and her face fell again. "My legs are about to break from running... Can I eat something first? I'm starving..."

Luo Qingchen glanced at her unhappily: "Do you want to be treated as a snack by those ghosts?"

Su Xiaowan's neck shrank, and she quickly got up from the ground and patted the dust off her body: "Go, go, go! Go now! Eating is not as important as your life!"

Just as they were preparing to leave, something strange happened!
The whistling wind suddenly became thicker, as if mixed with some invisible colloid. Then, a faint gray mist with a sweet and fishy smell began to spread in the air around. The mist appeared without any signs, as if it was seeping out from the ground, spreading rapidly, and visibility dropped sharply.

What was even more bizarre was that as the fog spread, a faint whimpering and wailing sound, as if coming from the depths of the underworld, began to sound in the wind. The sound was subtle but extremely penetrating, drilling directly into people's minds, stirring their hearts, making people feel irritated, fearful, and even having all kinds of negative hallucinations.

"What...what the hell is this thing?" Su Xiaowan was so scared that she hugged Lin Wan'er's arm tightly, her voice trembling.

Lin Wan'er also frowned and used her spiritual power to resist the invasion of the obscene music. The blue mark on her wrist became slightly hot, as if she was extremely repulsed by the mist and the sound.

Bai Ling'er's face turned even paler. Her soul had already been traumatized and the strange voice had a greater impact on her. She even began to see some blurry and terrifying phantoms.

Luo Qingchen's face darkened, and the power of chaos surged from his body, forming an invisible barrier to protect everyone and temporarily isolate the intrusion of the voice. "It's coming for us! Go!"

He pulled up Bai Ling'er, who was still in a trance, and identified the direction, then rushed towards the southwest where the energy was relatively weak. Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan followed closely behind, and the four of them began to flee for their lives again.

The gray fog behind them seemed to have life, chasing after them relentlessly and spreading faster and faster. In the fog, the whimpers and cries became clearer and clearer, as if countless pairs of eyes were greedily watching them from the depths of the fog... The short break in the Gobi Desert came to an end, and a new crisis had quietly arrived. The undercurrent was surging and never stopped.

The gray fog was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, quickly engulfing the desolate Gobi Desert. Visibility was less than three feet, and the cold and damp air, accompanied by disturbing and decadent music, invaded from all directions. Luo Qingchen and the other three were deeply trapped in it, as if they had fallen into an endless gray cage.

"Ahem... What the hell is this fog? It's cold, choking, and sticky!" Su Xiaowan waved her arms to try to disperse the thick fog in front of her, complaining in a low voice, her face wrinkled, "And the crying sound gives me goose bumps! Senior Brother Luo, haven't we walked into a mass grave?"

"Shut up, save your energy." Luo Qingchen said in a low voice, frowning. This fog was unusual. It not only blocked their vision, but also eroded their spiritual power and perception. Although the chaotic power in his body could barely open up a small piece of relatively clear space to protect the four people, the consumption was also increasing. What made him more alert was that his spiritual sense was greatly suppressed in this fog, and he could only perceive the range of about ten feet around him. Beyond that, it was a chaos.

Lin Wan'er pursed her lips tightly and followed Luo Qingchen silently. The blue mark on her wrist emitted a faint blue light, forming a thin halo that seemed to purify the approaching gray fog. She felt that the fog contained an extremely evil and filthy power, which was incompatible with the pure vitality in her body that came from the Nine-aperture Linglong Grass. "Brother Luo, there is something wrong with this fog. It seems to be... absorbing vitality."

Bai Ling'er was in the worst condition. She was already weak, and now she was disturbed by the mist and the sound. Her face became paler and her steps were a little staggering. She had to rely on Luo Qingchen's support to keep up. She tried hard to gather dragon power to resist, but she felt powerless and could only barely keep her mind from being confused by the illusion.

"I know." Luo Qingchen said in a deep voice, "This may be some special restriction in the Nine Netherworld, or... it may be the 'domain' of some kind. Everyone, be careful and follow me closely."

Just as he finished speaking, the fog around him suddenly surged violently!
"Ugh——!"

A shrill scream suddenly exploded in their ears! Several blurry, distorted black shadows rushed out of the thick fog like ghosts and attacked the four people silently!

These shadows were in amorphous shapes, as if they were formed by pure yin energy and resentment. They had no substance, but they exuded a frightening coldness. Their targets were clear, aiming directly at the weak vitality emanating from the four people, especially at Bai Ling'er who was recovering and Luo Qingchen who had the leaves of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass. They were full of greed!
"Nine Nether Soul Shadows!" Luo Qingchen's eyes shone, and he instantly recognized the origin of these things. It was recorded in the classics that the Nine Netherworld was a place where evil spirits gathered, and often lonely ghosts were infected by the yin energy, and their resentment was lingering, turning into soul shadows. Although they had no intelligence, they instinctively devoured living souls to strengthen themselves. However, ordinary soul shadows were never so condensed and fierce!
"Be careful! They can directly attack the soul!" Luo Qingchen shouted a warning, and the Black Dragon Sword in his hand was already unsheathed!
"Chaos Sword Art: Dawn!"

The gray sword light lit up, like the first ray of light at dawn tearing through the darkness, carrying the unique aura of purification and destruction of the power of chaos, and instantly slashed towards the two soul shadows that pounced first!

"Hey!"

As the sword light passed, the two soul shadows seemed to have met their nemesis, and they howled silently. They were directly crushed and annihilated by the chaotic power contained in the sword light, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the mist. After integrating the Nine Netherworld Vitality, Luo Qingchen's chaotic power had a more significant effect in restraining these evil things.

However, there were far more than two soul shadows! More shadows emerged from the thick fog in all directions, rushing towards them one after another!
"Tianyuan Sword Art: Stars Falling Like Rain!" Lin Wan'er also reacted very quickly, swinging her long sword, and the dark blue sword light was like a rain of stars falling from the sky. The power of the exquisite grass in her body was stimulated, and the sword light contained pure plant vitality, which also had a strong inhibitory effect on these filthy soul shadows.

"Puff puff!"

Several soul shadows were hit by the sword light like a rain of stars, and they quickly faded and dissipated like melting ice and snow. Lin Wan'er found that the mark on her wrist seemed to become more active after coming into contact with the energy dissipated by these soul shadows, faintly absorbing some strange negative energy and transforming it into a purer power to feed back to herself. This made her spirits rise, and her sword strike became more fierce.

"Hmph!" Although Bai Ling'er was weak, she was not willing to be outdone by her pride as a member of the dragon clan. She took a deep breath, and the faint mark left by the leaves of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass on her forehead lit up slightly. A faint but extremely pure and noble dragon power spread out along with a low dragon roar!
"hold head high……"

The dragon roar was still immature, and its power was far less than the earth-shaking roar of the Ancestral Dragon's residual soul, but the majesty of the superior life contained in it still made the lower souls instinctively feel fear and retreat. The movements of the several souls approaching were obviously stagnant, and there were even some signs of collapse.

But this almost exhausted the little strength that Bai Ling'er had just recovered. She groaned, her body swayed, and she almost fell. Fortunately, Luo Qingchen supported her in time.

"Ahhh! Don't come over! Look at my Five Thunder Talisman!" Su Xiaowan screamed in fear and hurriedly took out a stack of yellow talismans from her storage bag. She didn't even bother to aim and threw them forward!

"Crack!"

Several tiny arcs of electricity flashed in the mist and accurately hit... Luo Qingchen's back.

"..." Luo Qingchen only felt a slight numbness on his back, and turned back to glare at Su Xiaowan speechlessly. This power was not enough to tickle him.

However, by accident, one of the talismans actually hit a soul shadow that was trying to attack from the side. The soul shadow seemed to be quite afraid of this masculine thunder force, and with a sharp whistle, it quickly retreated and disappeared into the thick fog.

"Hehe, see that! I'm no pushover either!" Seeing this, Su Xiaowan immediately perked up and said proudly with her hands on her hips, although her calves were still trembling.

The battle came to a temporary end, but Luo Qingchen's expression became more solemn. Although these soul shadows were not strong individually, they were numerous and fearless, pouring out of the mist continuously. (End of this chapter)