Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 396: Lord of the Netherworld
The sky was filled with dust and sand, which rolled up in the air, casting a huge shadow and blocking the bright moon.

From time to time, the sand and dust formed a huge blurry human face, and then suddenly dispersed.

The whistling wind blew past, and Ji An felt the chill seeping into his bones. A strong sense of oppression descended from the sky, and the air seemed to have weight, making it difficult to breathe.

The ground seemed to shake, and dark human hands stretched out.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his whole body began to tremble as if by reflex, like a wild beast encountering a predator higher up in the food chain.

This is not controlled by him, but is the instinct of the organism.

At this moment, four words kept echoing in his mind, each word weighing a thousand words: 'Nascent Soul Dharma Image!'

Time seemed to freeze as he silently endured the pressure, feeling bitter in his heart and cursing secretly:

"An old monster like this is also coming out to grab the opportunity, how shameless."

But he could only say it in his heart, and he didn't dare show any resentment on his face. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

It would be easier for Yuanying Zhenjun to kill him than for him to crush an ant.

Many cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were unable to withstand the oppressive feeling brought by the Nascent Soul Dharma Image and collapsed to the ground.

I don’t know how long it took, but it shouldn’t have been long. All the strange phenomena disappeared, and the bright moon in the sky illuminated the valley again.

“I pay my respects to the True Lord of the Netherworld. I shall obey His words.

However, I am a disciple of the Taixu Palace in Zhongzhou, and I hope that the True Lord will give us brothers some respect for the sake of my master, the True Lord Huayang."

The words of the unknown Jindan cultivator were heard again. When the Yuanying cultivator stepped in, he could only bow his head.

There is only one Yuanying Zhenjun in the Disha Sect, who is good at refining corpses. It is said that by chance he condensed a Taiyin Moon Corpse to break through the Yuanying stage.

What is even more enviable is that when the True Lord of the Netherworld broke through, the corpse refiner also broke through to the Nascent Soul level.

When the news reached Zhongzhou, it shocked all the True Lords.

From then on, a Jindan stage force suddenly rose to a double Yuanying stage force.

Unless they encounter a cultivator who is one or two realms higher, cultivators of the same realm are no match for the True Lord of the Netherworld.

Nanzhou was originally dominated by the Shadowless Sect, but it suddenly became a situation where two stars shined.

The current power of the Disha Sect is far superior to that of the Wuying Sect.

"Respect, hehe, if Hua Yangzi were here today, I would naturally give him respect, but you are just a junior, why should I give you respect!"

At this time, Ji An saw a dark shadow appear under the moon, and a tall and burly monk appeared out of thin air.

With his appearance, dark green flames emerged in the void, forming a sky curtain, and the valley immediately became bright.

If you leave out the color, it's no different from daytime.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, still underestimating the temptation of the world's core. If such a treasure really appeared, it could maintain the prosperity of a force for tens of thousands of years.

This place is both an opportunity and a vortex of trouble. He only regrets that he couldn't get out of it earlier.

If the Disha Sect were to check one by one, the Dongxu Stone would definitely be found, and the spiritual objects he carried would probably be stripped of their skin.

In addition, he was not sure whether the stone turtle could escape the detection of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Ji An gritted his teeth and let out a dejected breath.

Encountering such an unreasonable high-level cultivator, he was completely helpless, and this feeling made him feel very depressed.

He didn't dare try to escape. He didn't understand Yuanying Zhenjun's methods, but in the entire history of the immortal cultivation world, there had never been a record of a Chaoyuan period cultivator being able to escape from a Yuanying cultivator.

Even those miscellaneous notes on cultivating immortals do not dare to brag like this.

The scene was dead silent, and no one dared to say a word.

“Line up in four and let us check you out, then you can leave in an orderly manner.

No tricks, otherwise I wouldn't mind having an extra pet.

Hurry up and don't waste my time."

The True Lord of the Netherworld was suspended in the air, looking down coldly at the cultivators below him.

If it was any other opportunity, he wouldn't have eaten in such an ugly manner. Even a True Lord Yuanying needs to save face.

The news was brought back to the sect by his disciple. This Jindan-stage disciple happened to be in Rongman Immortal City at the time. After receiving the news, he rushed to Lantao Mountain as soon as possible.

It was discovered that the strange phenomenon was caused by the disintegration of an unknown secret realm after its lifespan reached its end. He immediately left a backup to monitor the place and flew back to the sect at full speed to report.

After he received the news, he immediately ordered the sect to gather disciples, and he went ahead with the sect's four Jindan-stage elders and elite Chaoyuan-stage disciples.

The foundation of the Disha Sect is not very deep. Not only is it not as good as the Yuanying Sect in Zhongzhou, it is also slightly inferior to the Wuying Sect.

If this cracked secret realm has given birth to the core of the world, the Nascent Soul inheritance of the Disha Sect will be stable.

Therefore, the True Lord of the Netherworld had to lose face and seize every opportunity that might arise.

Before other forces can react, turn Rotten Peach Mountain upside down.

The Jindan cultivators of the Disha Sect landed at the mouth of the valley. Five or six disciples appeared beside each of them. They must have been lying in ambush here for a long time.

Yuanying Zhenjun spoke again, and the cultivators did not dare to neglect it and quickly divided into four teams. Ji An deliberately stayed behind to meet up with Han Yan, and both of them looked helpless.

Han Yan transmitted the message:
"Brother, what should we do?"

She knew very well what the Yuanying cultivator's goal was. She didn't have any, and she also knew that the Yuanying cultivator would definitely look down on her belongings.

However, the inspection would definitely not be done by Yuanying Zhenjun himself, and those subordinate disciples must have ulterior motives.

"We can only wait and see," Ji An said bitterly. His heart was pounding and he was more worried than the other party.

He was like a fish on a chopping board and he had no idea what to do.

If the opponent is a Jindan cultivator, he is not worried because a Jindan cultivator cannot see through the stone turtle in his body.

But now, he can only leave his fate to the illusory luck.

Han Yan sighed. Even if a cultivator obtained the core of the world, it would be impossible for the Disha Sect to detect it.

A discerning cultivator will definitely hide the core in a corner, while an undiscerning cultivator will miss it even if he sees the core of the world.

The team of monks moved forward slowly. From time to time, a monk would shout that something was missing, but would be pushed away rudely. These little episodes cast a shadow on everyone's heart.

Sang Chen, a Jindan cultivator from the Disha Sect, quickly walked up to the Netherworld Master and, suppressing his excitement, said in a voice transmission:
"Ancestor, I discovered that there is a strange space here."

As he spoke, he handed over a stone that was only as big as a glass marble.

The stone is light gray and a bit like a gourd. The upper half shows patterns of the sun, moon and stars, while the lower half shows patterns of flowers, birds, insects and fish.

The background color of the stone is intricate patterns, full of mystery.

He found a space of several feet in radius inside. There was a strong wind blowing outside the space, lightning and thunder flashed from time to time, and several black cracks in the space occasionally appeared.

The face of the True Lord of the Underworld suddenly lit up with joy, and he immediately took the stone, which felt as warm and smooth as jade.

Soon, disappointment flashed across his face. He threw the stone back and said in a voice transmission:
"This space is an extremely unstable fragment of the world, and there is a risk of collapse in the future.

Don't keep it. If space is destroyed, some part of your body might disappear."

This space is indeed a very small core of the world, but it has not yet been formed.

Now that the world that gave birth to it has collapsed, it is impossible for it to be born again.

If you keep it in your hand, it will be like holding a thunder talisman that can explode at any time, and you might be blown to pieces one day.

Lord Youming heaved a long sigh. The core of the world had been found. It seemed that the Disha Sect had no luck in obtaining a small world.

Sang Chen felt that his happiness was in vain. He took the things back and threw them to Sang Ji, the disciple in charge of inspection, and said in a voice transmission:

"It's a useless thing that might explode, so don't keep it."

Sangji raised his eyebrows slightly and returned the stone, but smeared some sacrificial corpse dust on it in a very concealed way.

Corpse dust is similar to dust and can emit an extremely faint special smell that can only be detected by corpse refiners.

Even through the storage bag, you can tell it apart.

This was a mark he made, indicating that the other party was a big fish, and if he found an opportunity, he would make a profit without any investment.

The foundation-building monk put the stone into his storage bag, which he had obtained in the evening.

However, he did not discover the space inside because his spiritual sense could not penetrate it.

This characteristic of the stone made him feel that he had obtained a treasure, because so far, apart from the magical prohibition, he had not found anything that could hinder spiritual consciousness.

Jindan Zhenren took the stone and handed it to Yuanying Zhenjun for inspection, which further proved the extraordinary nature of the stone.

Although he didn't know why the people from the Disha Sect didn't take it away, he felt that this would further demonstrate the magical power of the stone.

The team of monks continued to advance, everyone had a very ugly look on their face, but they were helpless.

Half an hour later, another Jindan cultivator from the Disha Sect hurriedly approached the Netherworld True Lord, handed over a black ball covered with moon-white stars, and said in a low voice:
"Ancestor, my spiritual sense cannot penetrate this stone."

The True Lord of the Underworld, who had been in a trance, came back to his senses. He took the ball and extended his spiritual sense, only to find that his spiritual sense was bounced back.

He was immediately overjoyed and carefully identified the patterns on the stars, and soon discovered the key.

His spiritual consciousness condensed in a special form and covered the surface of the sphere, and immediately entered a mysterious space.

This space is about fifty acres in size, with a volcano rising in the middle. Rich fire spirit energy rises from the billowing black smoke.

Thunderous explosions could be heard from deep within the earth's veins, and the ground would occasionally crack, gushing out turbid springs.

The wind howled violently, lightning flashed from time to time, and loud rumbling sounds were heard.

The consciousness of the True Lord of the Underworld withdrew from the space. He was screaming in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.

This is a small world that has already been conceived and is currently reshaping the earth, fire, water, and wind. Once it gradually stabilizes, it will become a world that can be utilized.

He put the stone into his sleeve. At the same time, he drew up a piece of black mud from the ground, instantly refined the poison in the mud, and used other means to make a replica of the same shape and size as the sphere.

He secretly inserted a magical restriction into it, making it impossible for even the Golden Core level consciousness to penetrate.

True Lord Youming threw the replica away and shook his head:
"A hard, strange stone that has the ability to isolate spiritual consciousness. If there are a lot of them, they will come in handy."

(End of this chapter)