The Primordial Law

Chapter 593 The Demon Race Has Arrived
Four days later.

Li Weiyi, dragging his wounds, stopped on the bank of a wide river, as vast as the sea, where the opposite bank was obscured.

We've arrived at Tiandu River!
The pale blue mist of the Heavenly Capital River's Underworld can already be seen. Standing here, with eyes closed, one can sense time distorting. The inner and outer worlds are undergoing drastic changes.

Wisps of mist, like the silk threads of a cocoon of time, enveloped the surrounding world.

The river water is clear, and the flow is like a song.

Even at the edge of the underworld, life is bursting forth.

The wetlands along the riverbank are covered with delicate aquatic plants that shimmer and spread to the riverbed dozens of feet away from the shore, making the water near the bank look as dazzling as a starry sky.

"Pfft!"

Li Weiyi jumped into the waist-deep water, scooped up the icy cold water, and splashed it on his face. Instantly, his exhausted body and mind regained some refreshment and fighting spirit, and his tired eyes brightened again.

In the past four days, he has experienced six or seven major battles and traveled 20,000 to 30,000 miles.

They did not find Tang Wanzhou, nor did they encounter any other Shaoyang Guards.

The good news was that the Taiyin Cult and the Marquis of the Dead had not captured or killed Tang Wanzhou.

There were also some bad news items, the veracity of which is unknown.

"Tang Wanzhou must have used some method to completely conceal her aura and hide away to heal her injuries. That's why I can't sense her location."

Li Weiyi removed the layers of tattered, blood-stained inner armor, collecting all the blood essence separately for another purpose.

Covered in wounds, he washed away all his fatigue and exhaustion in the water. Then, he put on the governor's robe and the three captured magical artifacts and armor, and looked upstream along the Tiandu River.

That place is the eight-hundred-mile-long underworld, spread across both banks of the great river.

The entire underworld was filled with ancient trees reaching for the sky, lush vegetation, and towering peaks, all shrouded in a pale blue aura of the underworld, giving it an air of mystery and profound depth. Yet, it was also utterly silent; any sound seemed particularly jarring.

After concealing himself, Li Weiyi darted into the jungle.

He held a whistle in his hand.

The image of Qing Zijin appeared in his mind, and he wondered where she was hiding at this moment.

Nangong is mostly a descendant of the ancient kingdom of Suiyuexu, carrying the burden of past national and familial hatred. Her upbringing and upbringing have subtly instilled in her a sense of wariness and suspicion towards everyone.

Li Weiyi didn't distrust her; rather, she was unwilling to accept a worse outcome.

At the Xianxia Sect's cave camp, it was he who took the initiative to propose an alliance with Qing Zijin.

Now, if she abandons her allies and leaves Qing Zijin alone in the Tiandu River Underworld because of a guess made by Nangong that she herself cannot be sure of, then she is not right.

This small incident reveals a larger truth: if one's mind is so easily swayed, one will surely be ambiguous and wavering on important matters as well.

Qing Zijin may indeed have a problem, but he must verify it himself and give himself an answer. He cannot easily break his promise because of others' specious suspicions.

Upon reaching the summit of a mountain in the southern part of the Tiandu River Underworld, Li Weiyi blew his whistle.

The flute's sound wasn't particularly loud; rather, it blended into the sound of the wind.

Apart from the Sentinel Army and the Taiyin Sect, which is hostile to the Sentinel Army, other cultivators could not recognize that it was the sound of a flute.

Li Weiyi used a special secret code agreed upon with Qing Zijin, changing the length of the flute melody to convey the location and time of their meeting.

He then quickly left the mountaintop and hid ten miles away.

A moment later, Li Weiyi felt a strange chill run down her spine. She could not hear any sound, and there was no one in the direction of the mountaintop.

But he knew that the Taiyin Cult or the Marquis of the Dead must have come to the Netherworld of the Heavenly Capital River and were quietly sneaking towards the location from which the whistle was coming from.

The Heavenly Capital River Underworld is the closest large underworld to the Van Ye Valley Underworld, so it's perfectly normal for the deceased marquises to pursue them here.

Li Weiyi carefully retreated and headed to the location agreed upon by the whistle.

They are still hiding ten miles away.

They released Qi Feng.

An hour passed before Qi Feng returned at the appointed time: "No one has gone to keep the appointment."

Li Weiyi leaned against a thick, ancient tree, sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, feeling both worried and relieved.

Very contradictory.

The worry is that Qing Zijin might have already met with misfortune, which is why she couldn't reach the Underworld of Tiandu River.

She felt relieved because if she were really as Nangong suspected, she should have already arrived in the Heavenly Capital River Underworld. Hearing the whistle, she would have made it impossible for her not to keep the appointment.

"First, heal the wounds and restore your spiritual energy and mental power."

Li Weiyi held a psychic star in each hand, and the ten springs within his body surged forth, channeling the liquid magic power from his divine palace to the wounds all over his body.

three days later.

Hidden within a formation in the dense forest.

Li Weiyi had recovered his vigorous spirit and took out the boundary bags one by one to take stock of the spoils from the series of fierce battles in the past few days.

Including Luo Pingdan, he killed a total of nine Longevity Realm giants, six of whom were at the second level.

The losses were so severe, far exceeding those of the Shaoyang Division. It was unclear whether this meant Chu Yutian had suffered another crushing defeat. Could he possibly explain himself to the powerful spirits of the Netherworld?
The harvest included a large number of magical artifacts, as well as corpse pills, ghost pills, and bone pills.

What pleased Li Wei the most was that he harvested a large amount of karmic fire, which he then put into a crimson gourd.

Reaching the fourth level of mastery in the Six Like Burning Karma cultivation is just around the corner.

Of course, he wasn't without losses. The longevity elixir energy within the four battle corpse puppets was severely depleted; once exhausted, their combat power would be greatly reduced.

Li Weiyi decided to use it sparingly from now on, otherwise he would be powerless to fight against a true master.

"I will first cultivate in the Netherworld of the Heavenly Capital River for a period of time, and then search for the Netherworld Soul Essence."

He has already condensed eighteen psychic stars, just one step away from the peak of the first realm. Once he obtains the Netherworld Soul Essence, he can nurture and condense his spiritual wisdom at an even faster pace, and then break through to the second realm of the Holy Spirit Mind Master.

As for the search, it was naturally entrusted to Da Feng, Er Feng, and Qi Feng.

At the same time, they also harvest ancient medicinal herbs and century-old precious herbs.

A loud cry echoed from the depths of the Heavenly Capital River's Underworld. Then, more commotion arose.

Li Weiyi stopped condensing the karmic fire, became alert, and stepped out of the concealment formation: "Such a strong demonic aura."

Three phoenix-winged moth queens flew back, tossed three medicinal herb bags hanging around their necks to Li Weiyi, and eagerly reported: "Something has happened by the river; a great battle is about to break out."

"I heard a voice shouting 'Netherworld Essence'! What exactly is Netherworld Essence? I've never seen it before, how do I find it?"

"Flames burned the mountains, turning large areas of land into ashes, and even the soil and stones turned into sand."

……

After packing up the three Phoenix-Winged Moth Kings, Li Weiyi concealed himself and headed towards the direction from which the demonic energy fluctuations were emanating.

After traveling hundreds of miles, Li Weiyi arrived at the region that had been burned into a black desert. He was secretly alarmed when he saw a large number of sparks hidden under the black sand.

"This is... the Ashlands!"

Li Weiyi could already see the flames erupting from the body of that powerful Ember Spirit, its aura fluctuating intensely.

It stands on the banks of the Tiandu River, like a black giant sculpted from wood ash, towering four or five zhang high, wielding a simple, four-sided spear resembling a metal pillar.

The surrounding land where it stood turned into sand and burned with raging flames.

There were also six demon cultivators standing with it.

One of the young men, humanoid in appearance and dressed in simple, elegant clothes, was shrouded in a cold mist. He was none other than Bai Yeqing, the grandson of Fei Feng and the son of Bai Luan, a demon from the Western Clan.

Compared to a year ago, his magical energy has been completely renewed, reaching the Longevity Realm.

Like the Changyu Sword, it likely refined the Longevity Flower and the Dragon Soul Source Light.

Facing off against the seven Longevity Realm experts of the demon race were Qingzao and Huo Tianming of the Taiyin Sect, as well as the boundless dark clouds that shrouded the opposite bank of the river.

A blood-robed ghost figure, as tall as a mountain, stood out prominently, exuding an unparalleled aura.

Both forces were staring at the light blue, ghostly mist above the river.

Under the moonlight of time.

The spiritual energy gathered into an ever-growing vortex, within which condensed bright blue liquid light particles.

Bai Yeqing, of noble status and exceptional talent, addressed the six powerful demon clan members in a commanding manner: "Do not act yet. As long as the vortex does not dissipate, the Netherworld Essence will continue to condense."

On the opposite bank of the river, Huo Tianming, with a ring-shaped magical artifact hanging above his head, shouted with a smile, "The Netherworld Essence and the Netherworld Realm of the Dead are ours to obtain. You'd better get out of here now, or you'll all become soul food for Lord Blood Mountain Marquis."

The tall, blood-robed ghostly figure let out a roar louder than thunder.

The roar contained a strange power that attacked the soul.

Hidden in the distance, Li Weiyi experienced a brief moment of disorientation and shock, her heart filled with a mixture of fear and dread.

If this happened in battle, even a moment of distraction could be fatal.

No wonder even someone with Huo Tianming's cultivation and combat prowess respectfully calls him "Lord Blood Mountain Marquis." This Blood-Robed Ghost Marquis's strength is no less than that of the Emperor-Patterned Bone Marquis.

The essence of the Netherworld is something that can only be encountered by chance.

Li Weiyi secretly pondered the possibility of snatching food from the tiger's mouth and his action strategy.

On the land of Yingzhou, only when all the forces of the human race, the demon race, the rice people, and other living beings are combined can they barely contend with the Netherworld of the Dead.

The Sentinel Army is merely a reconnaissance force assembled by the human race.

The Taiyin Cult was a force supported by the Netherworld of the Dead, specifically to deal with the Sentinel Army.

The Sentinel Army can challenge the Taiyin Sect, but using the Sentinel Army to challenge the Netherworld of the Dead is like using a small tree branch to support a mountain that is pressing down on you.

The vortex of nether energy above the great river was rotating at a slower and slower speed.

The condensed essence of the Netherworld Spirit, numbering around forty or fifty drops, was crystal clear and floated in the light blue mist.

"Do it!"

Qingzao and Bai Yeqing gave the order almost simultaneously.

Blood Mountain Marquis took a step forward, passing over Qingzao and Huo Tianming's heads, and stretched out a cloud-like hand to grab at the Netherworld Divine Essence.

"Ow!"

With a dragon's roar that shook the surface of the Tiandu River, a black serpent hidden at the bottom of the water shot up and spat out a bright beam of light that struck Blood Mountain Marquis's palm.

At the same time, a young man standing next to Bai Yeqing took flight, his body rapidly expanding into a giant six-colored peacock.

The six-colored peacock, possessing the bloodline of an ancient immortal beast, had wingspans exceeding one hundred meters in length and also engaged in battle with Blood Mountain Marquis.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The magical energy, intentions, and longevity scriptures of all the powerful beings present collided, causing the water surface to explode, the riverbed to shatter, and the vegetation on both banks to turn to dust.

Both sides attacked simultaneously, some using magical artifacts and others employing Taoist techniques.

On the demon race's side, Bai Yeqing did not participate. The powerful Jinling also stood on the shore, responsible for protecting Bai Yeqing and providing backup.

Bai Yeqing reached out with his fingers towards the Netherworld Essence from a distance, and a long river of magical energy surged from his palm.

Before the river of magical energy could even get close, it was severed by Qingzao's sword, and the cold light of the sword energy flew back towards him.

"Oh!"

The powerful Jinling swung his pillar-like spear, shattering the sword energy that flew towards Bai Yeqing.

"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself. Quickly seize the Netherworld Essence to prevent more of the Wraith Marquises from arriving; their power is too great."

The powerful Jinling glared at Qingzao, roared, and stepped onto a path of light formed by converging sparks, rushing towards the Netherworld Divine Essence high above the river.

(End of this chapter)