Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

Chapter 234 The Netherworld Serpent Clan

The Shrek Academy members stood silently on the banks of the River of Oblivion, their figures appearing somewhat hazy in the dim light. Tang Nian gazed at the eerie scene in the River of Oblivion, and an indescribable tremor welled up in her heart.

The river was deep and still, like a huge piece of black jade, exuding a mysterious and oppressive aura.

The occasional ripples, like whispers in the night wind, seem to tell tragic and sorrowful stories. On the river, countless ghosts float slowly like wisps of mist.

Their faces were blurred, shrouded in a thin haze, with only the endless sorrow and deep confusion revealed in their eyes faintly visible.

These poor souls wander aimlessly in the river, like lost ships desperately searching for the path to reincarnation. However, the shackles of fate bind them tightly to this place, and no matter how much they struggle, they can only spin in circles within this narrow space.

The central area of ​​the River of Oblivion is a scene of utter terror.

Insects and snakes roamed freely, darting nimbly through the murky river. The rustling sound of their writhing bodies was particularly clear and jarring in the silent atmosphere, sending chills down one's spine.

The snake's shadow stretched long in the dim light, like a ghost in the darkness, giving off an invisible sense of oppression. Meanwhile, tiny insects busied themselves in the river, their small bodies making soft noises, as if they were carrying out a secret operation.

They were completely unaware of everything happening around them, utterly absorbed in their own world.

The surrounding scenery resembled an abandoned painting, so desolate it was chilling, so bleak it lacked any of the vibrant life that should exist in a living person.

The silent wind, like a sigh from the depths of the underworld, gently brushed across this desolate land, stirring the withered grass and trees around it. They swayed weakly yet persistently like soulless dancers, emitting a series of desolate sounds that echoed endlessly in the empty wilderness.

As darkness gradually fell, the thick, inky darkness slowly swallowed up the remaining light.

The already gloomy and oppressive underworld was now shrouded in a thick layer of smog, making it appear even more sinister and terrifying.

The air was thick with an almost impenetrable aura of death, making it difficult and heavy to breathe.

As night fell completely, the scene on the River of Oblivion became increasingly eerie.

The lingering ghosts, as if summoned by some mysterious force, began to stir restlessly. Their wails rose and fell, sometimes mournful, sometimes sorrowful, weaving together into a terrifying elegy.

At the same time, the insects and snakes in the river became unusually active, writhing and crawling through the water at astonishing speeds, occasionally stirring up murky waves. The whole scene was chaotic, like the end of the world.

Just then, Tang Nian suddenly heard a familiar yet cold voice from behind her, "Now you can make your move."

She turned her head sharply and saw Hale standing there quietly, staring blankly ahead. Behind him, Natasha stood respectfully with her head bowed, her face full of awe.

Seeing these two people, Tang Nian's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. She knew that once a fight broke out, she would probably have to rely on Haier to ensure their safety.

Haier looked at everyone present with a serious expression and slowly said, "Although I promised to save your lives at the most critical moment, please remember one thing: I will absolutely not do anything unnecessary. Everything from now on will depend on your own efforts."

He paused briefly, fixing his gaze on Tang Nian, before continuing, "Inheritor, it all depends on your performance now."

After hearing this, Tang Nian nodded solemnly, then turned around and jumped into the mysterious and unpredictable River of Oblivion without hesitation.

After such a long period of careful preparation, they had gained a general understanding of the Netherworld Serpent King's situation from Ramos and Lin Yehao's accounts.

To be precise, this information mostly came from Lin Yehao. It must be admitted that Lin Yehao is indeed an extremely lively and cheerful guardian of the Holy Pillar, whose personality is completely different from that of the calm and reserved Ramos.

Just today, she even expressed her desire to come along, but unfortunately, due to Haier's firm refusal, the trip ultimately did not materialize.

Upon entering the River of Oblivion, what was truly astonishing was that the wandering ghosts and spirits, aimlessly roaming around, along with the insects and snakes darting back and forth among them, seemed completely oblivious to the vibrant figures of Tang Nian and the other humans.

They ignored the uninvited guests and continued to swim freely in the River of Oblivion as if nothing had happened.

Among the Shrek Academy students, everyone except Tang Nian held a vibrant red spider lily tightly in their hands.

This was secretly given to everyone by Lin Yehao before they set off.

It is said that with it, one can skillfully avoid these eerie and terrifying ghosts and extremely dangerous insects and snakes, thus effectively avoiding attracting some unpredictable troubles.

Without hesitation, everyone swam deeper into the River of Oblivion.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

As Tang Nian ventured deeper, she gradually felt the deathly aura surrounding her growing stronger. When she looked down at the riverbed, she saw mountains of pale bones belonging to insects and snakes, a sight that made her involuntarily frown.

It is no exaggeration to say that the mountain of white bones before us is most likely the remains of the legendary, terrifying Netherworld Serpent King after he had feasted on them.

As they continued to move forward, the number of skeletons under their feet accumulated like a snowball, and judging from their color, they seemed quite fresh.

It is obvious from these signs that they are gradually closing the distance between themselves and the Netherworld Serpent King.

With each small step forward, the immense, invisible yet undeniably real pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, increasing incrementally, as if filling the entire space with a chilling, goosebump-inducing atmosphere.

However, even in the face of such a terrifying situation, not a single person from Shrek Academy chose to back down.

Not far ahead, a huge rock, resembling a small hill, suddenly came into view, with four powerful characters carved on it: "Netherworld Serpent Clan".

(End of this chapter)