I have the best bloodline

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the underworld messengers, Su Yan seemed to realize something, and his face also showed surprise, his azure eyes widening as he stared at the skinned dragon father.

Good heavens. The old father, disguised as another ferocious beast, beat up the ten phoenixes without saying a word upon seeing them, and then stuffed them all into the icy world.

No wonder these cursed birds now cower like quails even when they leave the icy world.

“There’s no point in talking to them; they just need to do as I say.” Father Long looked at Su Yan with a serious expression and gave him this instruction:

"Just save their lives. The elders will take care of building relationships and establishing connections. We just need to send them to the elders."

If it weren't for the blood relation, Dragon Father wouldn't bother with these unlucky souls. Their ultimate fate was that when Tu Bo merged with the River of Oblivion, he was swallowed up by the surging waters of the River of Oblivion, leaving only a wisp of his true spirit to be reincarnated.

"go with!"

As soon as Dragon Father raised his hand and pointed towards the dream space, the Yin Messengers, as if they had been trained, ran straight into the dream world without the slightest hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, all twelve Yin Messengers scurried off into the dream world, as if some ferocious beast were chasing them.

"If they encounter the Ancestor later, they'll probably cling to his leg and wail about your brutality, won't they?"

Su Yan shook his head with a helpless smile and casually closed the entrance to his subconscious dream world.

"Humph."

Dragon's father sneered and said, "Instead of running to the Ancestor to complain about me, they should be hugging the Ancestor and crying about their experiences to gain the old lady's sympathy."

………………

Dragon Dad complained to Su Yan, then stopped talking about the cursed bird. The two returned from the icy world at the same time. Dragon Dad did not linger and turned into a ball of orange-red flames and disappeared.

Su Yan watched Long Ba leave, then turned to Xi'er and said, "Xi'er, let's go to the side and observe the changes in the River of Oblivion!"

Dragon Father came to Youdu not with the intention of stopping Tu Bo, but merely to cause trouble.

After learning of Long Ba's intentions, Su Yan prepared to find a safe place to observe the situation. If there was an opportunity, she could try to summon the boundless void spring to make Tu Bo's fusion more difficult. If there was no opportunity, she would simply go and accompany Sister Xi'er to Youdu to join in the fun.

However, it is unknown whether Youchao will personally come to the scene if something happens to Tubo.

After all, among the high-ranking officials of the Underworld, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden is currently imprisoned, Hun Yishen is dead, and among the Undying Witches, Bai Ze and Bai Hu are one dead and one imprisoned. At present, the only people in charge of the Underworld are Tu Bo and Long Nu.

If Tu Bo also perishes here, You Chao Shi would be very likely to personally descend into Youdu.

Youchao! Ah!

According to the natural laws of this place, the omnipotent one also commands no fewer than nine Primordial Guardians.

Unless the Heavenly Emperors intervene, the Primordial Guardians and Undying Witches generally remain inactive, as they are all chosen ones who have successfully emerged from the selection process.

It remains to be seen whether the destruction of more than half of the Netherworld's high-ranking officials will prompt Youchao to personally intervene, or whether it will be the Hongmeng Guardians under his command who will step forward to correct the mistakes.

Su Yan thought to herself.

………………

"Are you really just sitting here? You have no desire for the waters of the River of Oblivion, nor any interest in the true spirits within the capital?"

On a hill on the edge of the town, the Moon God saw Su Yan take out a tea table, tea tray and tea snacks, and start brewing tea and chewing on small snacks. His eyelids twitched slightly as he spoke.

"pity."

Su Yan paused slightly as he handed over the tea, a look of regret on his face, and said, "If it were a few years earlier, we might have really intended to force our way into Youdu, but we don't have that intention now."

The greatest function of the True Spirit of Youdu is actually to allow beings that have been lost to be reborn.

Although it has lost its memories, emotions, and all its past magical powers, it is still the same thing.

If it had happened a few years earlier, Su Yan might have actually gone to Youdu, stolen the White Gluttonous True Spirit, and persuaded the bewitched Holy Mother Xuantong to come back.

But the White Glutton no longer exists, and the Holy Mother of Xuan Tong has now let go of her obsession, sublimated from her demonic state, and transformed into the Holy Mother who truly cares for the eternal Xuan Tong.

Su Yan's friends are mostly disciples of the Nightmare Town. Their lifespans are longer than his. Once they sense something is wrong, they will inevitably abandon everything and become ghost cultivators, or they will die without leaving a trace of their true spirit.

There was nothing Su Yan needed in Youdu.

Sister Xi'er's thoughts were similar to Su Yan's. She did have many regrets in her life, but those things happened before she became emperor. Her former comrades-in-arms may have been reincarnated several times. Emperor Xia Yu died because his soul was scattered, so he could not come to Youdu.

Su Yan's life was too short, too short for her to be here, but rather to be chasing butterflies in the clan's territory, or perhaps gazing at the moonlight and whispering with the other little foxes.

He doesn't have any major regrets yet; his predecessors were all far too steady and cautious.

"."

The Moon Emperor, his face darkening, sat at the table, watching the two people, one tall and one short, drink tea and eat snacks. This was the first time he had faced such a law-abiding emperor, making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Su Yan and Sister Xi ignored the Emperor Taiyin and continued to play as usual, occasionally asking him about matters concerning Youdu.

Either the two of them have no major regrets, or their regrets are too long past and completely irreversible.

Just because we don't need it now doesn't mean we won't need it in the future.

Now, we can extract some information from the Moon Goddess. If something unexpected happens in the future, every word we get from her today will become our greatest help in sneaking into the Underworld and stealing the true spirit.

"Splash—"

"Splash—"

Time passed slowly, and the sky over Youdu was always gray, making it impossible for creatures unfamiliar with the environment to perceive the changes of the sun and moon. Just as Su Yan revealed his little fox form and lay on Xi'er's lap, preparing to calm his mind and head to his subconscious dream, a sound of waves suddenly came from afar.

Sister Xi'er stood up, holding Su Yan in her arms, while the Taiyin Emperor beside her also turned his gaze to the location of the River of Oblivion.

The River of Oblivion, which was originally deep red, viscous, and covered with pitch-black, ghostly shadows, has somehow become crystal clear, and its light red water exudes a sense of elation and joy.

Even the millions of remains at the bottom of the riverbed seemed to sense the excitement of the River of Oblivion. The millions of remains that had been lying dormant at the bottom of the river or in the silt all started to dance and gesticulate as if to congratulate it.

“Those remains are those of sinners. After their deaths, they could not cross the River of Oblivion peacefully and sank to the bottom of the river, suffering endless drowning and the torture of having their bones crushed and marrow sucked out.” The Moon Emperor sighed softly, feeling a slight headache.

Losing the high-quality tools from the River of Oblivion is a very painful thing for the capital.

If things truly cannot be changed today, then the capital will have no choice but to recruit a large number of underworld messengers and build some small worlds to house sinners who cannot be reincarnated.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 857 Assassination

"Splash—"

The River of Oblivion, which had never seen any ripples before, now surged with blood-red waves. The bones of countless sinners buried at the bottom of the riverbed cheered, as if they had sensed an opportunity to escape the riverbed's constraints.

The waters of the River of Oblivion surged ceaselessly. The underworld messengers and the living people in the town immediately fled from their spots as soon as the waves surged, fearing that they would be contaminated by the waters of the River of Oblivion.

Tu Bo walked calmly through the blood-red river, not stopping despite the surrounding waves. The water of the River of Oblivion, which was enough to wipe out all living beings in the area, only wiped away Tu Bo's clothes.

"The time is ripe. Spirit of the River of Oblivion, it is now your turn to fulfill your promise!"

Tu Bo revealed his true form. Hundreds of feet away, the body of the Pill Dao Demon God still appeared so insignificant before the surging waves of the River of Oblivion. But at this moment, Tu Bo spread his arms, which were covered in filthy blood, letting the blood drip from them onto the sacred river of Youdu. Tu Bo roared at the turbulent River of Oblivion:

"Help me get rid of this damn thing!"

"I am willing to offer up the body of the Ghost Emperor as a sacrifice, so that my body may become your vessel!"

As Tu Bo removed all his defenses, the crimson river churned even more violently, its scarlet light illuminating the heavens and earth of Youdu. A crimson tornado gathered on the river, and at its peak appeared a baby-like face, gazing at the unsuspecting Tu Bo and letting out bursts of light laughter.

At this moment, the entire waters of the River of Oblivion flowed upstream towards the location of Tu Bo. Tiny droplets of water seeped into the skin through the pores, and Tu Bo's body, manifesting as a demon god, gradually twisted, resembling a giant water ghost that had drowned, extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Tu Bo, who had always been taciturn and whose tiger-like head and three eyes only revealed a fierce glint, now showed a slight smile despite suffering boundless pain.

He finally felt the pain again.

The guardian of the gates of Youdu, the master who commands trillions of souls, the infamous Tu Bo, was once just a wandering spirit. But because a Yin messenger was unintentionally late for his shift, a legend that has been passed down through the ages in Youdu was created by those who went upstream on the River of Oblivion.

But these are just rumors circulating outside.

In fact, when he fell into the River of Oblivion, because he did not sink to the bottom of the river and dissolve, he was tormented by the newly born spirit of the River of Oblivion. His so-called going against the current was just the spirit of the River of Oblivion grabbing him and tearing him apart.

After confirming something, the spirit of the River of Oblivion stopped tormenting Tu Bo's soul.

Instead, a portion of their power was given to him, making him the land god of the Netherworld.

This is the origin of the name Tu Bo.

He was cursed by the River of Oblivion. He possessed the emotions of his human past, but lost his senses. He had the power to command and borrow the dead, but became a lonely being with the curse of death flowing through his entire body.

Tu Bo already has everything, but he is completely unable to enjoy or understand it.

Because he is a monster with a human heart, only the guardians of Hongmeng and the chaos-bringers can completely ignore the curse on him. However, even without his senses, he still cannot understand any of this. He is still the spirit that fell into the River of Oblivion.

Now that he has completed the task assigned by the spirit of the River of Oblivion, he can be freed from the curse that has been eroding him.

Tu Bo had had enough of the repetitive, meaningless, and directionless emptiness day after day. He could finally break free from the nightmare, return to the capital, return to the embrace of the Mother of Reincarnation, and head into the chaotic world.

"Hahaha"

Tu Bo's body was twisted beyond recognition. As a large amount of water from the River of Oblivion poured in, his internal organs and blood began to flow outwards. Even the most important part of a cultivator's soul dissolved into a grayish-black liquid that flowed onto the sacred river of Youdu.

Instead, the spirit of the River of Oblivion, driven solely by a will to survive, surged into the body, occupying the body of the Earth God and nurturing its own intelligence, allowing itself to truly develop consciousness and cognition, and successfully taking human form.

The waters of the River of Oblivion are flowing backwards, and the outer area of ​​the Great River to Heaven is gradually drying up.

After being removed from the cover of the River of Oblivion, the imprisoned skeletons gradually developed various colors on their originally pale white bodies. Imprints of Taoist magic and supernatural powers, which were deeply imprinted in their blood and marrow, gradually emerged on their skeletal surfaces.

The creatures that can be suppressed by the River of Oblivion must have all violated the taboos of the Netherworld.

Some failed in their attempt to force their way into the underworld, while others had committed sins that would be punished by heaven in their lifetimes and were suppressed after death.

Although they each have their own different crimes, they all have one thing in common: they are extremely powerful!

The moment they were freed from the waters of the River of Oblivion, the army of skeletons at the bottom of the riverbed surged outwards in a frenzy, attempting to disrupt the order of the Netherworld and restore order to the mortal realm.

"roll!"

Standing on the banks of the River of Oblivion, the Dragon Father saw skeletons trying to trample on him and leap over his head. With a wave of his hand, he summoned crimson flames that burned the usurpers to ashes.

Dragon Father kept his eyes fixed on the direction of Earth Lord. Seeing that the time was ripe, he stepped into the air and entered the spatial gap to walk towards Earth Lord, ignoring the River of Oblivion waters surging towards him from all directions of space, as well as the holy spirits that were attacking him.

As Dragon Father approached Earth Lord, he raised his hand and unleashed a beam of dark blue light that merged into the waters of the River of Oblivion.

After doing all this, the dragon father's body was already tattered and broken. The waters of the River of Oblivion had eroded most of his body, and he had also suffered serious injuries from forcibly breaking through the Holy Spirit's seal of the Netherworld.

But Dragon Father ignored him completely. After finishing everything, he stood in the void, calmly glanced at the pursuers, and sneered.

"Tear--"

The dragon father's ribs writhed on both sides of his chest, and azure bones pierced out of his chest. His spine twisted, and a dragon head exuding a chilling aura emerged from his cervical spine, staring at the Holy Spirit of the Netherworld with fierce eyes, and exhaled a cold breath.

The winged, blood-soaked, ice-blue dragon pressed its claws against the shoulders of the fleshy body. With a shake of its wings, it shook off the orange-red blood on its body, and in doing so, completely destroyed the body of the Netherworld Holy Spirit that it resided in.

"Humph!"