I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 576 I'm home, but it's not you who's home, it's me.
[Bull-Head Corpse (Third Stage of Godhood)]: 87 billion / 120 billion

[Cultivation Level]: Pseudo-Dao Integration Realm
[Current Status]: Chaotic Instinct, Underworld General, Will to Death, Obsession, Law of Death, Law of the Soul, Law of Life.
[Analysis]: One of the ancient underworld generals, he was driven by his own obsession to stand up again after dying in battle, and continue to bear his own responsibilities and guard the gates of the underworld.

The massive bronze gate roared and was already more than half open.

The bull-headed corpse, standing a hundred meters tall, was clad in tattered ancient armor, its eyes gleaming with a cold, scarlet light.

Holding a giant battle axe taller than itself, it strode towards the door, each step shaking the void.

Its left horn was broken in half by some unknown force, while its right horn remained as sharp as ever, constantly radiating a terrifying aura.

On his left chest, a penetrating wound that went through both sides almost emptied his left thoracic cavity.

The dried flesh was embedded in the fragments of armor, intertwined chaotically with the law power that was no longer recognizable, gnawing at everything in all directions.

Following behind the bull's head was another figure, equally tall and extremely imposing, standing over a hundred meters high.

Even though his flesh and skin had dried up and turned gray, one could still see the heroic spirit he had in life.

Unlike the bull's head, whose body was mostly intact, the upper body of the creature that followed it was completely disfigured, and even its head had been cut in half.

His chest and abdomen were covered with crisscrossing wounds, and his dark yellow bones were exposed, with many places showing grim broken pieces.

Upon closer inspection of its outline, one can vaguely discern that this humanoid creature appears to possess the head of a warhorse.

It's just a bit too incomplete.

Rotten hair and flesh covered most of the exposed part of the skull.

The turbid brain matter mixed with dried bloodstains fell downwards, covering the sunken eye sockets.

Even so, it still gripped the broken gun tightly in its hand.

Even though the spearhead was already broken, it still continued to emit a chilling spear intent.

[Horse-faced Corpse (Third Stage of Godhood)]: 58 billion / 150 billion

[Cultivation Level]: Pseudo-Dao Integration Realm
[Current Status]: Chaotic Instinct, Underworld General, Will to Death, Obsession, Law of Death, Law of the Soul, Law of Life.
[Analysis]: One of the ancient underworld generals, he was driven by his own obsession to stand up again after dying in battle, and continue to bear his own responsibilities and guard the gates of the underworld.

Gazing at the two colossal figures that kept stepping outwards, and the skeletal soldiers they led, all the powerful figures present, except for Lu Wenwu and Gris, were filled with horror.

At this moment, myths and legends have completely entered the real world!
The Divine Martial Venerable couldn't help but swallow hard, and asked tremblingly, "Mr. Lu, could this be the legendary Ox-Head and Horse-Face? Is the underworld behind this door? Does this place truly exist?"

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the underworld? I suppose so."

Lu Wenwu's True Sight Eye continuously shone with golden light, and a magnificent flow of information converged from a higher dimension, eventually appearing before his eyes.

Although the structure of the underworld he was familiar with differed, the ghost soldiers and ox-headed and horse-faced demons here possessed real physical bodies, and their overall structure and functions appeared slightly different.

But there is no doubt that this place truly deserves to be called the underworld.

Lu Wenwu sensed that familiar aura.

He speculated that this place might have been transformed from fragments of the former Immortal Realm, becoming an independent space like the Dragon Palace.

However, the rules here are more complete, and the space is also larger.

It can truly be called a small world.

What caught Lu Wenwu's attention was that the Ox-Head and Horse-Face used the term "died in battle" in the analysis of the Eye of True Sight.

Rather than passing away peacefully.

Judging from the injuries on these two, it was indeed as if they had gone through an extremely fierce battle, and even the horse-faced immortal artifact had been shattered.

What's even more puzzling is...

According to the analysis provided by the Eye of True Sight, and the conclusions drawn by Lu Wenwu through his own experience, this ancient bronze door is not the gateway to the underworld in mythology.

Instead, it's a seal!
A tomb door that was never intended to be opened from the outset, capable of completely sealing away the shadowy world belonging to the dead!
The bronze door can now open automatically, not because it has reached a set opening time.

Simply because it was broken.

All man-made machines require maintenance.

Even if a powerful immortal artifact is created by countless powerful Dao-Merging Immortal Venerables working together and possesses the ability to repair itself, it still requires sufficient energy to maintain and needs to be maintained to a certain extent regularly.

This powerful seal, which has stood for countless millennia, is constantly decaying and deteriorating, both in its physical form and its restrictions, as the concentration of spiritual energy in the universe decreases.

By now, the restrictions and runes on the seal have long been worn away due to the lack of energy replenishment.

The Underworld, which had been sealed away by the immortals of the Celestial Court for countless years, has reappeared today!

"Intruder detected."

"Body Refinement: Immortal Venerable!"

After the bronze gate was fully opened, Ox-Head and Horse-Face led their army of ghost soldiers to stand at the other end of the broken ancient starry road.

The bull's mouth opened and closed slightly, uttering an ancient language that no one could understand anymore.

This is an ancient language, containing a wealth of information in just a few syllables. It is incredibly obscure, difficult to understand, and profoundly difficult to pronounce.

Only Lu Wenwu, who was empowered by the system and could understand the language of all things, could comprehend it.

"The Celestial Court!"

"Trespassing in the underworld is punishable by death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bull-headed man swung his great axe fiercely, unleashing a terrifying slash that seemed to tear apart the universe.

It seemed to have mobilized the power of an entire world to some extent, and the attack it unleashed was something that ordinary Star Realm cultivators were not qualified to withstand.

Even a Martial Saint who has condensed three star maps would be severely injured in an instant by this attack tainted with the power of the Great Dao.

"Celestial Court."

Lu Wenwu leaped high into the air and unleashed his military-style killing fist, shattering the slash.

He glanced at the charging army of ghost soldiers below, his eyes filled with amusement.

It seems that the talkative spirit of the Dragon Palace still has something to say.

The Celestial Court and the Underworld actually fought a war!

The seal on the underworld was probably the work of these guys.

Was the war that tore the world apart, and the departure of the immortals of the Celestial Court, related to the current Underworld?

Is it highly likely that the conflict between the two sides will escalate into a three-way battle?
This is getting more and more interesting!

Come on, Minotaur, let me see your purity!
In the blink of an eye, Lu Wenwu had transformed into a giant a hundred meters tall, and was locked in battle with the bull-headed creature.

As the leader of the alien race, Gris was equally impressive, transforming into a hundred-meter-tall skeleton and wielding a sword as he approached Horse-Face, their sword and spear intents clashing fiercely.

The powerful beings from both the alien and human races charged into the seemingly endless array of Yin soldiers, advancing from two different directions toward the bronze gate that sealed the Underworld.

No one knows what's behind that door.

The aliens came under Gris's orders, intending to seize what lay behind the bronze door.

The human race came based on the information provided by Lu Wenwu, intending to fight the alien race and take the opportunity to severely damage their strength.

However, both sides were aware of one thing at this point.

Whatever the enemy wants to do, we will not allow them to succeed.

If the enemy opposes something, then we must make it happen! So, who cares what's behind it?
Just do it!

We absolutely cannot let the other party get it!
A path formed from the dark power of death stretched across the void, its pale blue hue illuminated by the phosphorescent glow of bones.

More than ten human martial saints, their robes billowing like flowing clouds, brandished various ancient treasures, and formed a formation to push horizontally.

With a flick of his wrist, the Martial Saint of Heaven unleashed his black gold staff across the battlefield, as if pulling down stars, shattering the skeletal soldiers riding skeletal warhorses that charged forward.

The Martial Saint of the Sky slashed with his sword, the frost-covered blade almost grazing the back of the alien Martial Saint on the other side, tearing a dark crack in the void and slicing apart countless waves of Yin soldiers.

A silver light, like a flying sword, pierced through the chaotic battlefield, and thousands of Yin soldiers suddenly exploded into a pile of fragments.

As the Divine Martial Saint controlled his spiritual shuttle to slaughter wildly on the battlefield, he suddenly turned sharply to the right, and his left arm abruptly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

It was an ancient silver needle hidden in the Yin wind by a martial saint from another race. After piercing through hundreds of Yin soldiers, it was now trembling inside his shattered shoulder blade, trying to break free and return to its master's control.

"Humph!"

The usually taciturn old man snorted coldly and pulled out the silver needle without changing his expression.

A surge of immense spiritual power instantly erased the soul imprint on the silver needle and imprinted his own soul upon it.

The alien martial saint's face suddenly turned pale, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

A heavy roar resounded as chariots drawn by eighteen skeletal warhorses dragged fiery furrows across the battlefield.

The sharp ramming horn did not slow down at all, instantly piercing through the alien martial saint who had failed in his sneak attack and instead suffered a loss, before lifting him high into the air.

It's like a tank rampaging across the battlefield.

Humans, alien races, and ghostly soldiers pouring out of the bronze gate.

Before they even truly entered the fray, the three sides were already locked in a fierce battle.

Both humans and other races want to enter the underworld, yet neither wants the other to enter.

While outwardly joining forces to fight against the army of ghost soldiers, both sides are also looking for opportunities to ambush each other, not letting go of any chance to kill the other.

The purple-armored female saint raised her staff high, and then large swaths of starlight poured out, followed by a violent silver light that fell, the most sinister killing intent hidden within the gorgeous light.

The legion of skeletons within a thousand feet was instantly vaporized, and the remaining souls vanished along with their obsessions.

Just as she was about to release the second Starry Sky Forbidden Spell, the glass hairpin behind her head suddenly shone brightly and then broke.

The alien martial saint's bone whip, resembling a wild bull, was wrapped around her calf, and the sound of metal scraping against the ancient treasure and protective magic weapon rang out.

In the distance, a winged alien martial saint tore through space and extended its claws. The corrupting curse condensed on the claw tips was redirected midway by the powerful spiritual force of the Divine Martial Saint, and instead smashed the bone whip of the Savage Bull Martial Saint.

Countless broken weapons hovered and trembled in the void, and shattered bones and fragments of magical artifacts mixed together to form a deadly sandstorm.

"Boom!"

The bronze gate trembled continuously, already two-thirds of the way open.

When the thick beam of light burst forth from the gate and pierced through the battlefield, the roars and battles of the three races almost shattered the Bridge of Death beneath their feet, and the ancient malevolent energy surging from the cracks made everyone's muscles tense.

"A bunch of idiots! What's the point of fighting these dead puppets! Charge in!"

Gris raised his hand to block the spear attack from the mangled body of Horse-Face, roared at the alien martial saints, and swung his sword at Horse-Face's neck.

Lu Wenwu punched away the broken body of the bull-headed creature, and then transmitted his voice to the Martial Saint of the Sky: "Don't linger in the fight, get inside the gate as soon as possible. I am familiar with the Underworld. If these Yin soldiers appear here now, the Gate of Hell will open wide. Just rush forward along the Yellow Springs Road where the other shore flowers bloom. Remember not to look back and don't have any distracting thoughts."

As a former outstanding employee of the Security Bureau at the Gates of Hell, no one understands the underworld better than Lu Wenwu.

Even though this wasn't his familiar workplace, it was still the same.

Under the influence of an external force known as "global convergence," the structure within this underworld may differ slightly in details.

But the basic structure is almost identical.

If anything important exists in the underworld, then the most likely place to find it is Fengdu City.

Delve into it, and you won't go wrong.

The bluish-gray stone slabs of the ancient starry road were seeping out a chaotic aura like ink from their cracks, and both alien races and humans launched an attack on the road ahead.

A battle formation of 108 skeletal giants stepped out from the bronze gate, the eerie green ghost fire in their eye sockets scorching the yang energy of their blood and qi.

"rush!"

"Kill it!"

The battle-ready shouts and the roars of fighting were mixed together.

Broken fragments of ancient treasures floated around the battlefield, reflecting the dark light of blood and ghostly flames.

After annihilating several skeletal giant elephants, the sword formation unleashed by the combined human martial saints suddenly shifted its focus, with three thousand green swords carrying overwhelming killing intent rushing towards the battle formation formed by the alien race.

Inside the bronze gate, the shockwaves from the bone war drum tore through everyone's protective aura.

Arrows formed from rotten finger bones were piercing the thick bodies of two Muscular Clan Martial Saints.

A crimson light suddenly illuminated the western side of the battlefield.

An endless sea of ​​blood descended at this moment, transforming into a demonic blade that blasted towards the bull's head.

The domineering and unparalleled martial arts essence was so real that the bull's massive body instantly froze on the spot.

"Gudong!"

The massive bull's head slid off its shoulders and fell to the ground, stirring up waves of deathly aura.

At this moment, the bronze gate had been fully opened, and what poured out were even more ghostly soldiers and skeletons.

Their numbers are like a vast ocean, easily numbering in the millions!
The powerful warriors of each race cursed as they regrouped and continued their advance, their deadly moves still darting towards each other's vital points, harming one another in the carnage.

Within the web woven from thunder and poisonous fog, everyone kept their eyes and ears open, constantly on guard against attacks from the front and sudden assaults from the side.

When the third wave of Yin soldiers shattered the void and arrived, their sheer number and quality, enough to instill despair at a glance, forced the two powerful forces to temporarily set aside their grudges.

Instead of killing each other, the two sides joined forces to move forward.

After slicing open the horse-faced mangled body, Gris spewed out black mist and casually refined the corpses of the several fallen alien warriors into white bone shields wrapped with dense blood vessels.

"You damn barbarian, do you really think I'm like you? I'm home! I'm going first, you can follow me and eat my ass!"

Gris laughed loudly, his body surging with black light, and he swept up the alien powerhouse and charged towards the bronze gate.

Wherever it went, the ghostly soldiers completely ignored it!

"What a despicable guy, skipping levels like that."

"I didn't want to do this, it's such a precious souvenir!"

Lu Wenwu, who had just assumed a fighting stance and was ready to charge into battle, sighed slightly. With a single tremor, he knocked all the attacking Yin soldiers to the ground.

Then, he slowly took out a token, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

At the same time, his body was bursting with mysterious Dao traces that intertwined, faintly in harmony with the Great Dao.

The ghostly soldiers, who had been attacking like mad dogs, suddenly stopped and stood still like statues.

"You've arrived home, and haven't I?"

(End of this chapter)