Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

There wasn't even a ripple, let alone waves.

Indeed, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue only just realized that this black ocean did not resemble a liquid at all, but rather a piece of metal. Since they arrived here, it had remained eerily calm without any ripples.

Especially when standing on the bridge and looking out at the sea, they can even see their own reflections on the water very clearly... It's so clear that it's almost unsettling.

The more Ye Yuchan looked at the sea, the more panicked she became, as if her reflection in the water would turn into a demon and rush up at her.

So she hurriedly looked away and turned to Yunping: "You old rogue, stop joking... How are we going to get across?"

“Let’s take a boat.” Yunping took out the seemingly ordinary yellow paper from his hand and threw it into a wooden boat directly in front of him. “Of course, we don’t need to row.”

"Someone will help us."

As the yellow paper fell, a gust of cold wind suddenly arose.

The black figure, accompanied by granular dust, slowly condensed into a rough shape—a tall figure about two meters high, without a face, features, or skin, just a pure mass of black.

The figure seemed to be holding a gray-white oar in his hand. He stood quietly at the bow of the boat, and perhaps because he was weightless, the boat did not sway because of his presence.

Zhang Ruoxue stared in astonishment at the suddenly appearing figure. "What...is this?"

"Boatman".

With a casual reply, Yunping boarded the boat first. He sat in the center of the wooden boat, showing no fear of the tall figure in front of him. Instead, he greeted him casually.

To Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue's astonishment, the dark figure, which clearly had no facial features and only a rough outline, actually understood Yun Ping's movements and slightly nodded what appeared to be the head.

A gulp—the sound of swallowing saliva.

Yunping glanced back at the two people who were still on the wooden bridge and waved to them: "What are you standing there for? Come down."

"what……"

Although they were still a little flustered, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, having developed some adaptability after so many experiences, chose to try to accept this situation...

I have no choice but to accept it! Do I even have a choice now?

Finally, with Zhang Ruoxue's help, Yu Chan reluctantly boarded the wooden boat.

Once the three were all present, Yunping looked at the dark figure he called the boatman: "You know how to get to the Netherworld Cave."

The dark figure nodded, and then began to row with the gray oar in its hand.

An astonishing phenomenon occurred: the pitch-black sea, which would never have stirred up any waves no matter how strong the wind was, actually began to ripple under the influence of the gray oars... as if a calm mirror had been shattered.

The wooden boat is moving...

Although this is the most common situation, in an existence that is itself abnormal, the "normal" is actually the most abnormal thing.

Sitting in the wooden boat, feeling their own movement, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue both had somewhat subtle expressions on their faces...

It was much calmer than I had imagined.

Although there was no fog or mist around them, only pure darkness, nothing happened in this rather ominous environment, which made them feel somewhat...unsettling.

It was very quiet, very still.

The wooden boat moved simply across this black sea, away from the thatched hut and the wooden bridge, slowly and completely merging into the ocean.

but……

"Doesn't it feel a little too quiet?"

Noticing the strange expressions on their faces, Yun Ping smiled faintly and said.

Ye Yuchan nodded her head. "I do feel a little bit."

"If you hadn't drunk that soup before, you wouldn't have felt that way."

"What do you mean?" Ye Yuchan asked, puzzled.

"For example, this one."

Yunping silently took out a carp from his personal storage ring.

Yes, carp.

Heaven knows why there's a carp in Yunping's storage ring!

Under the astonished and bewildered gazes of his two female disciples, Yunping threw the carp in his hand toward the calm sea in the distance.

At the same time, he also said something strange—

"Go, Magikarp! Use Splash!"

Ye Yuchan: "..."

The little carp that was thrown out actually wiggled quite obediently the moment it touched the black water, and in an instant, black water droplets splashed in all directions.

however……

Ye Yuchan saw clearly that Magikarp had not submerged in the water, but was struggling and writhing on the surface...

And in the very next instant—

boom!

A terrifying wave suddenly surged from beneath the sea surface. The next moment, the area around Magikarp shattered like a mirror, and a large amount of black water gushed into the sky like a spring.

Just then, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue saw that thing.

That was a fish.

A fish, at least a thousand meters long, shot up from beneath the sea surface, leaped into the air, and swallowed the small Magikarp and the entire area of ​​the sea completely. It was a pitch-black fish with only a gaping maw but no eyes!

boom!

The fish appeared for only a few seconds before diving back into the seabed.

Ye Yuchan stared blankly at the gradually calming water, the impact of which left her momentarily bewildered.

After a long pause, he finally uttered a sentence—

"I just..."

"Did you see a Kun...?"

30. It's up to you now...

Kun Tian Domain, Da Luo Yan Domain.

……

The darkness is burning.

An indescribable, viscous substance writhed on the once-glorious Golden Jade Palace. It extended sharp, arm-like limbs that tightly coiled around the entire palace, like a python strangling its prey.

Burning, burning.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!"

"Ah-"

"Help me...help me...someone please help me?!"

The wails and screams hovering overhead.

That was the cry of a creature on the verge of death, a heart-wrenching scream that seemed to tear a hole in its throat.

They were terrified.

It wasn't just because they were about to die, but also because what appeared before them at this moment, treating them like fish on a chopping block and slaughtering them at will, was something that could hardly be defined as a living being.

--demon.

Their bodies were twisted and illogical, as if their creator had haphazardly pieced together flesh and black mud. They pierced the hearts of cultivators with sharp spikes, gnawed at the flesh of human cultivators with jagged teeth, and devoured the pure souls with filthy, viscous black mud that exuded a putrid smell.

Blood flowed like a river. Before the temple, which once symbolized glory and hope, lay countless cultivators whose bodies had been gnawed apart, and severed limbs were almost everywhere...

"Ahhhh-"

The wailing continued, and so did the slaughter.

The devil has descended upon the world, upon this land of hope.

At this moment, it felt as if hell itself had descended upon us.

"My old friend, how long has it been?"

It stood in front of the main hall, behind which lay the hall, which had been entangled and crumbled by a huge, indescribable black mud. It seemed completely indifferent to this, its thin body slumped over in dejection.

It had no eyes, no facial features, not even limbs or skin... Like the monsters around it, it was just a lump of black mud.

But its black is purer and darker; one glance at it and you feel as if you are being sucked into it.

Very few people in the world can look it in the eye directly.

One of them was an elderly man with white hair and a long beard.

Is time important to you and me?

The old man spoke coldly, staring at the black mud in front of him with an extremely unfriendly expression. His lips were pale, and he pressed his left hand against his right arm, which was already rotting and was now in excruciating pain. He knelt on one knee in front of the sect's main hall.

He should have thought of it sooner... he should have thought of it sooner...

Since such a being has already appeared in the world, there is no reason why it wouldn't have that ambition.

Even the great one who created me once expressed his ambitions...

The ancestor's ambition.

But why did it suddenly make a move? And why did it take so long to make a move?

Saintly Mysterious Gold still can't figure out these two questions.

He couldn't understand that person's thoughts; that feeling of not being able to see through, not being able to see through, and seeing nothingness everywhere was something he had only felt with two other people.

One is his creator, the master of heaven and earth, the primordial universe—Kunxuan Yuanzu.

There was another person named Yunping.

The black mud twitched twice, emitting an unusually light, trembling sound, as if it were its special way of expressing mockery.

"Time is indeed meaningless, but life and death are." The black mud slowly wriggled and moved unhurriedly toward the old man's location. "Old friend, you've lived long enough. It's time for you to find a place to settle down."

"I don't think that's a good place for you..."