The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

Chapter 96 The Incident Begins in the Nine Palaces of Fallen Gods (Please Subscribe)

Fortunately, the "Myriad Beasts Painting" is jade white.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Zhu Yu used his spiritual energy to refine the low-grade flesh and blood array artifact in an instant. He then came to the central water vat, lightly stomped his foot, and the array covering it silently dissipated.

The beast souls imprisoned in the water vat swarmed out of the vat, but as soon as they surfaced, they were greeted by a swirling pale golden vortex.

The beast soul hadn't reacted yet.

They were then drawn into the vortex by an immense suction force.

A few breaths later.

Zhu Yu raised his hand and took the "Myriad Beasts Diagram". Looking at the blurry outlines emerging from the jade-white skin, he had a slight thought and the image seemed to melt into his palm like liquid.

After doing all this, he glanced once more at the human body and spiritual energy channels he had personally constructed and pieced together in the water tank on the left, then turned and left.

A short while passed.

A jet-black tiger, as black as iron and exuding a menacing aura, carried a young man with a scholarly air down the hill. Behind it followed a tortoise-like insect-beast, about ten feet in diameter, with a jet-black body.

Traveling along the way.

The once deserted underworld was now filled with figures. Some carried bundles on their shoulders and walked, some rode on beast corpses like him, some walked on their own with blue-faced, fanged ghouls carrying bundles behind them, and some were surrounded by vengeful spirits, howling and wailing as they moved.

It was truly noisy and bustling—

Zhu Yu glanced at the menacing black tiger beneath him, then at the ghostly zombies swirling in the black mist around him, and thought to himself, "Who would believe I'm a legitimate cultivator—"

It didn't last long.

Slowly, people appeared on the main road, riding in spirit fields and animal pens, their carriages filled with spiritual light. They were quite different from Zhu Yu and his group, who were accompanied by surging black mist and howling ghosts.

There was little communication between them.

Not long after.

A large crowd slowly gathered in the square in front of the administration building, a cacophony of voices and sounds, including the roars and howls of animals.

Zhu Yu looked around and roughly estimated that there were at least two thousand people, and that number was still rising.

"This time they've really come out in full force—"

The wait won't be long.

Two people squeezed in from the crowd. Zhu Yu turned his head and saw that it was Xiang Sui and Liang Kuan.

At this moment, the two of them were radiating spiritual light. Just by looking at them, they discovered no less than three magical artifacts, and judging from their spiritual light, they were at least of medium grade.

Another figure wore black and red armor that resembled magma. Instead of spiritual light, it was enveloped in scorching blood and energy, making one feel as if they were standing in a bonfire just by getting close.

"As expected of someone from a family of cultivators, they really don't hold back when something happens—" Zhu Yu thought to himself.

The equipment worn by these two alone cost no less than tens of thousands of spirit stones.

He diligently taught his students, yet he didn't earn that many spirit stones. It truly proves the saying: how can one person's efforts compare to the accumulation of several generations!

Unless you "rob" it.

Just then, the two stepped forward, cupped their hands in greeting, and said, "Senior Brother Zhu."

"Junior Brother Xiang, Junior Brother Liang."

Zhu Yu smiled and nodded, then rolled onto the ground. He looked the two of them up and down, and tsk-tsk teased, "You two junior brothers are armed to the teeth. We'll have to rely on you to enter the Spirit Ruins battlefield this time."

"Senior brother is joking."

Xiang Sui and Liang Kuan waved their hands repeatedly, their gazes involuntarily falling on the insect and beast behind him.

Especially the ferocious black tiger; just looking at it made the two of them feel a little uneasy. Clearly, this beast corpse had been cultivated to a superior level by Zhu Yu.

Considering its second-tier bloodline, it's not certain that they could defeat it.

The three were chatting idly.

A ship about three hundred feet long, shimmering with powerful restrictive spiritual light, slowly descended from the dome. When it landed in mid-air above the Hall of Affairs, everyone felt a suffocating pressure.

next moment.

A faint, ethereal voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Boarding!"

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes." Zhu Yu, Xiang Sui, and Liang Kuan exchanged glances and invited the two of them onto Xiao Hei's back armor. A gentle breeze arose, and Xiao Hei leaped up on its six limbs, carrying the three of them straight to the boat.

Black mist emanated from Black Tiger's body, and his figure slowly disappeared.

As soon as the three people and the insect landed on the deck, black mist surged from the side, and the figure of a black tiger stepped out from it and lay down beside them.

Xiang Sui and Liang Kuan looked at Black Tiger with envy in their eyes.

If you have a Corpse Tiger that can escape into the underworld by your side, you can escape even if you can't defeat the enemy, which will greatly increase your chances of survival in the Spirit Ruins battlefield.

Zhu Yu didn't see the expressions on the two people's faces. He looked at the huge ship with surprise and felt the powerful energy flowing through it. He was shocked.

"Could this boat be a magical artifact?"

Seeing his confusion, Xiang Sui explained, "This boat is called the 'Crossing the World Boat.' It was forged by the Fallen God True Monarch and is a top-tier large-scale spiritual artifact. Not only can it cross the Heavenly Abyss, but its offensive power is so strong that even a Foundation Establishment True Person would not dare to meet its edge."

"Top-tier large-scale spiritual artifact, the Ferry of Life—"

Zhu Yu murmured to herself, thinking to herself, "How many spirit stones is this worth?"

Just then.

A crystalline protective shield rose from the boat, and everyone felt a tremor for a moment, vaguely sensing that it was rapidly ascending.

After a while.

The Ferryboat remained stationary, its protective shield concealed, and one after another, cultivators dressed in dark red robes or other attire landed on the spacious deck.

Upon seeing the group from the Yinming Cave, they all showed displeasure.

Some of the cultivators from the Yinming Cave also showed disgust towards them, muttering, "These scum from the Dead Soul Valley—"

"When you get to the Spirit Ruins battlefield, be careful. Don't die at the hands of those bastards instead of at the hands of foreign cultivators—"

"Hmph, it's not certain who will die yet—"

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Xiang Sui, standing to the side, also snorted, "It would be best if all these bastards died on the Spirit Ruins battlefield."

"Um?

Hearing the murmurs, Zhu Yu asked in confusion, "Do the disciples of Yinming Cave and the disciples of Death Soul Valley have such a deep grudge?"

"have!"

Xiang Sui and Liang Kuan nodded earnestly.

Xiang Sui explained, "Senior brother, you haven't been promoted for long, so you may not know that the Yinming Cave and the Death Soul Ravine are sworn enemies—"

An explanation followed.

Zhu Yu's eyes showed a look of realization.

There's no other reason than "resources".

The Yinming Cave and the Dead Soul Ravine are located close to each other, and the resources they produce and need are also similar, which leads to a gradual conflict between the two.

In the area of ​​the Fallen God Tower, the cultivators from the two prefectures were engaged in a fierce dispute.

Although there were no casualties, there were constant skirmishes of varying degrees.

If it weren't for the rules and regulations in place, a large-scale conflict would have broken out long ago.

Just as I was thinking about it.

A childish voice rang in his mind.

"Master, there's something delicious!"

"Um?"

Zhu Yu was taken aback. Following Xiao Hei's gaze, a familiar face came into view.

"Mu Ruo——"

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes, averted his gaze, patted the little black head, and chuckled, "No rush, Master will give you this delicious treat in a few days—"

squeak--

A surge of joy welled up in Xiao Hei's heart.

After receiving the cultivators from the Dead Soul Ravine, the Ferryboat floated away again, stopping seven times in succession. The deck was filled with cultivators, some of whom were close to the Underworld, some close to the Dead Soul Ravine, and some neither.

The Fallen God Tower governs nine prefectures, which are divided into three squads.

This was learned from Xiang Sui's introduction.

The two realms closely associated with the Underworld are "White Feather Cliff," whose path leans towards the transformation of birds, and "Sword Clan," whose path is a branch of sword cultivation, which does not involve forging or nurturing swords, but rather burying them.

The two prefectures closest to the Dead Soul Ravine are "Phoenix Nest" and "Sword Pool". Just by looking at their names, you can tell that they are similar in path to "White Feather Cliff" and "Sword Family", so they are naturally not on the same page.

The three prefectures that are not closely connected are "Mengze", "Gulongtan", and "Fanfengdong".

When Xiang Suizheng introduced several powerful figures.

Zhu Yu suddenly felt the rapidly ascending Ferry of Life suddenly stop, and thought that they had arrived at the Spirit Ruins Battlefield. He looked at the crystal shield.

Just then.

The originally misty protective shield slowly became transparent.

gradually--

A suffocating darkness swept over us—