In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, centered on the Netherworld Token, the complex dark red array patterns on the ground suddenly lit up as if they had been infused with life!

It was not a bright aura, but a deep, dark, blood-red light that spread rapidly along the ravines, instantly covering the entire circular platform.

The platform began to vibrate slightly, and the dark stone surface underfoot became scorching hot.

The howling wind suddenly intensified, transforming into countless shrill screams that surged from all directions of the stone forest, assaulting the eardrums and minds of the three.

"careful!"

Lu Xueqi let out a clear shout, and the Tianya Divine Sword automatically unsheathed half an inch. The azure and cold sword light unfolded like a water curtain, protecting the three of them in the center and barely resisting the demonic sound that pierced their souls.

Biyao's expression also changed slightly. With a wave of her slender hand, the Heartbreak Flower swirled and danced, emitting a soft white halo that complemented the light of the Tianya Sword, together resisting the spiritual impact from the outside world.

Su Han was the first to be affected.

The instant the Netherworld Token and the formation were perfectly aligned, he felt an indescribable chill rush into his body along the arm that held the token!

This aura was not spiritual power, but rather closer to an extreme of "deathly stillness" and "darkness." Wherever it passed, the circulation of his own spiritual power became stagnant.

At the same time, his mind was in turmoil, and the dormant Netherworld emanation burst forth with a strong ghostly light.

Fragmented, blurry images, along with a massive amount of information, forcibly flooded into his consciousness.

He saw it!

It was no longer a vague sensation, but a relatively clear scene!
Beneath the boundless, dim yellow sky, a vast, turbid river flows silently, its waters shimmering with an eerie yellow light, and countless indistinct, struggling phantoms float on its surface.

Along the banks of the great river, an endless expanse of crimson flowers bloom, their petals slender and fiery red, the very same strange flower carved on the stone pillar—the spider lily!

A winding path leads along the banks of the River of Oblivion into the depths of the mist.

A huge stone tablet stood by the roadside, with three large characters carved on it in ancient underworld script. Su Han didn't recognize them, but he instantly understood their meaning—Road to the Underworld!

At the end of the path, shrouded in mist, the outline of an enormous pass could be vaguely seen. Above the pass, black mist swirled, exuding a chilling aura of majesty and deathly stillness.

In front of the pass, a huge stone archway is faintly visible, and there seem to be inscriptions on it.

But the scene becomes extremely unstable here, as if it is being disturbed and cannot be seen clearly.

At the same time, another image was forcibly inserted.

It was in a magnificent hall filled with a somber atmosphere, the background was dark, and green flames burned.

A tall, blurry figure sat atop a throne of bones, the only visible feature being the dense aura of the underworld surrounding him, exuding an imposing majesty.

Beneath the throne were not humans, but various strangely shaped ghostly creatures, some with bull heads and human bodies, others with horse faces and fangs, all trembling with fear and bowing their heads in obedience.

What Su Han sensed with his divine sense, crawling at the very front of the throne, was the same kind of demon they had seen at the edge of the pit!

The one in the picture is larger and has a more terrifying aura, but it is kneeling obediently, raising a Netherworld Token that is exactly the same as the one in his hand, and presenting it to the being on the throne.

"The Netherworld... decree... permitted..."

Fragmented ancient thoughts, interspersed among the broken images, impacted Su Han's mind.

He seemed to hear the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, and it seemed as if a majestic decree was being read aloud.

The massive flow of information and the shock to his soul caused Su Han to groan, his face turning pale instantly, and his body swaying as if he were about to kneel down.

"Senior Brother Su!"

"Su Han!" Lu Xueqi and Biyao exclaimed at the same time, supporting him on either side.

Two streams of pure spiritual energy, one as cold as ice and the other as agile and gentle, quickly flowed into Su Han's body, helping him stabilize his turbulent blood and chaotic consciousness.

Lu Xueqi's spiritual power has the effect of cleansing inner demons, while Biyao's spiritual power focuses more on soothing and nourishing.

With the help of the two women, Su Han bit his tongue hard. The sharp pain brought him back to his senses. He tried his best to calm his mind and guide the two external spiritual energies to fight against the erosion of the Netherworld Qi.

"I...it's okay!"

Su Han managed to utter a few words, but his gaze remained fixed on the wordless stone tablet in the center of the platform.

At this moment, another unexpected event occurs.

Having absorbed the energy of the blood-red light from the array, the pristine white stone tablet finally underwent a change.

The surface of the stone tablet rippled like water, and intricate patterns began to appear in places that were originally empty.

These patterns are not carved, but rather naturally formed, gradually outlining a grand scene.

It was a clearer version of the blurry scene that Su Han had seen in his consciousness!

The turbid River of Oblivion, the alluring spider lilies, the winding Road to the Underworld, the enormous stone tablet, and the majestic pass at the end of the mist!

The details of the pass are clearly visible: black stones piled up, towering into the clouds, exuding an ancient and eternal desolation and deathly silence.

At the very center of the pass, on a huge plaque, three ancient characters, written in a vigorous and unrestrained style, yet conveying an endless sense of the underworld, gleamed brightly—Gate of Hell!

And at the gates of hell, beside the road to the underworld, the previously blurred inscriptions on the massive stone tablet became completely clear—

It is not Liubo Mountain, nor is it any known place name.

Instead, three even more awe-inspiring characters: Youdu Mountain!
"Youdu Mountain...Gate of Hell..."

Biyao murmured the two names, her pretty face filled with horror.

As the daughter of the Ghost King Sect's leader, she was well-read and had extensive knowledge of ancient myths and legends.

Youdu Mountain, the Gate of Hell, is clearly the entrance to the boundary between Yin and Yang, the final resting place of the dead, as described in ancient legends!

The core of the Liubo Mountain ruins actually points to the Netherworld?

Lu Xueqi's pupils also contracted sharply; even someone as aloof as her could not hide her shock at this moment.

There are also scattered records in the Qingyun Sect's books that Youdu Mountain is an extremely yin place, forbidden to living beings. It is the starting point of reincarnation and the boundary of order.

The seal beneath Liubo Mountain is actually related to the Netherworld?
Could it be that what was suppressed wasn't an ordinary demon, but...?

Just then, the stone tablet that appeared to depict the scenes of Youdu Mountain and the Gate of Hell changed again.

The scene gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.

The surface of the stone tablet has been restored to its smoothness, but it is no longer blank.

Countless ancient characters, as fine as mosquito gnats, seemed to come alive, emerging, flowing, and combining from inside the stone tablet to form a complete inscription.

These characters are not any of those circulating in the world today; they are distorted and bizarre, filled with an ancient and ominous aura.

None of the three—Su Han, Lu Xueqi, and Bi Yao—recognized each other.

However, strangely, when Su Han's gaze fell upon these flowing Netherworld characters, the illusory Netherworld force within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled once more. (End of Chapter)