"Pang...Master Pang!" A disciple of the Jiushan Sect ca over, his hand holding the Spiritual Energy Detector trembling slightly, unable to speak clearly, "There’s nothing to be found here either."
Master Pang’s eyes flashed with a silver gleam, his face was dust-laden, his limbs cold, and his heart sowhat disappointed — as a mber of the Supre Elder Council, he naturally knew the financial problems plaguing Jiushan, hence why he placed hope on the Underworld, this untapped land.
This ti, the resource survey of the Underworld was personally led by him, bringing along hundreds of disciples.
He was proficient in the Void Spirit Eye and had experience with the Hundred Immortals Alliance’s investigations, considering himself the most suitable among the Supre Elders for this task.
But truth be told, this mission was more challenging than he imagined.
"Thank you for your hard work..." Master Pang took out a Glazed Bottle, opened its mouth, flicked his fingers, and the spirit water inside turned into a fine mist, falling onto the faces of the exploration team disciples beside him.
"Thank you, Supre Elder!"
"The thanks should go to Qing Yan and the others." Master Pang shook his head and cursed, "This wretched place, the Underworld!"
In the exploration of the Underworld, the first major issue was the environnt:
Although they knew that the Underworld’s conditions were special and not suitable for cultivators to cultivate, it was only after staying there for a while that they discovered the Underworld was not only unsuitable for cultivators but for living beings in general!
The Underworld was full of dark wind, this wind penetrated the cultivators’ bodies and orifices, capable of eroding their flesh and ridians.
Staying too long in the Underworld was harmful to a cultivator’s Dharma Body; even he, a Divinity Transformation cultivator, felt a chill within.
Fortunately, Mu Qingyan and the others made urgent breakthroughs and extracted a kind of spirit water that could repair the damage caused by the dark wind.
Master Pang also applied a bit of spirit water to his forehead, feeling the warmth spread throughout his body, the stiffness in his hands and feet gone, then turned his gaze to the other disciples.
"The Underworld... is indeed very barren," Sun Daoyu said softly, seemingly not wanting to be heard by others, "Master Yan didn’t lie; there truly isn’t a shred of spiritual material in the Underworld."
Master Pang remained silent, feeling even more despondent.
If the Underworld’s environnt wasn’t very hospitable to them, that wasn’t the main issue— the problem was, the Underworld truly was a place where not even birds would shit.
Spiritual Energy was present, but finding any spiritual material, Spirit Grass, or spirit beasts was a pipe dream.
They’d been here so long without finding a single valuable item.
This was the biggest problem.
"The disciple thinks, given the environnt of the Underworld, aside from ghostly souls, no other living creatures could possibly survive; the absence of spirit beasts and Spirit Grass is quite normal," Sun Daoyu added in a low voice, "It’s likely the sa for spiritual materials."
Master Pang had similar suspicions in his heart, but he didn’t say much, rely shook his head and said, "Extract the dark soil here and send it back to the sect for examination."
"Yes!"
Sun Daoyu gestured, and the two Shenxiao Warships behind them extended chanical arms, collecting the dark soil and loading it onto the warships.
The disciples processed it preliminarily and stored it in the ship’s warehouse.
Master Pang nodded and, seeing the poor state of these disciples, cleared his throat, exhaled a chilling breath, and proclaid loudly, "I know everyone is suffering, and I want to go back too... but we must not overlook anything!"
"Especially in places that seem unusual, we must be extrely vigilant!"
"Everyone, be careful and ticulous!"
The disciples looked at one another and responded in agreent, "Yes!"
Master Pang was true to his word, having traveled every inch of the Underworld on foot over the past eight years; every corner bore his footprints.
Yet still, nothing was gained.
"Master Pang," Yan Changge looked at Master Pang, who was squatting beside the Ruishui River, with a tone of admiration, "The Emperor ntioned that in the Underworld, even ghostly souls must reincarnate, and spiritual power is blown away by the dark wind; there simply isn’t an environnt for spiritual materials to form, so don’t bother yourself, Master Pang."
Master Pang turned his head back, and Yan Changge was internally surprised to see that the once sowhat chubby Master Pang now appeared visibly thinner.
It was important to know that this was a Divinity Transformation cultivator; if it weren’t for extre ntal strain, such a change wouldn’t be possible.
Master Pang said nothing, and Yan Changge, being a close aide of the Nine Nether Emperor, understood Jiushan Sect’s situation: "Now that Haori Mountain has also been cleared, there’s no need for such urgency, Master Pang..."
"It’s not enough."
Yan Changge was at a loss for words montarily and then sighed, "But Master Pang, you’ve searched the entire Underworld, and there’s nothing at all, is there?"
"Not the entire place..."
Yan Changge was taken aback, puzzled, "You’ve even been to see the Yin Mountain Emperor; what else is there..."
"Here! This place hasn’t been searched yet." Master Pang pointed decisively at the Ruishui River in front of him.
"Master Pang, think it over! This is the Ruishui River, where Weak Water flows. Not even a feather can float, and all beings struggle." Yan Changge was frightened, "Any cultivator entering will lose spiritual wisdom, forget past lives; this place is known as the River Lethe. If you touch Weak Water, we simply can’t get out, only to drown there."
He saw the expression on Master Pang’s face, clearly indicating strong interest in the Weak Water, as if wanting to venture in and take a look.
"I understand."
"No, Master Pang, you don’t understand." Yan Changge, seeing his gaze still fixed on the Weak Water, quickly advised, "This Weak Water flows through the Ten Thousand Worlds, marking the boundary between the Yin World and the Yang World, entering it ans death. Even the Emperor wouldn’t dare tread it lightly."
Yan Changge was anxious — though this Master Yan’s cultivation wasn’t particularly high, he was highly respected in the Jiushan Sect, with many disciples and held deep trust with Zheng Fa.
If sothing were to happen in the Underworld, while Jiushan Sect might not bla anyone, it would still be a significant affair.
Master Pang kept his eyes on the Weak Water, silver light twirled in his eyes as he spoke, "So that ans, this Weak Water is perhaps one of the most wondrous places in the Underworld."
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