Even Zheng Fa was a bit confused:
No formalities, and I’m already in the Underworld?
The mories of Mu Qingyan surfaced in his mind again:
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor’s forces were seemingly called the Underworld.
The appearance of Mu Qingyan might alter the situation of Xuanwei, but the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor’s sches probably spanned an entire era.
The Underworld still arrived as expected.
As the words "Wangsi City" reached everyone’s ears, wisps of white smoke began to emanate from the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor.
The smoke grew thicker, seeming to gain weight, covering the black Yin Mountain and the deathly silent Wangsi City, slowly creeping towards Zheng Fa and the others.
Behind Zhitong, the Buddha Dharma Image reappeared.
The Wisdom Sword swept out a crescent-shaped grand Buddhist light.
The Buddhist light plunged into the dense smoke, yet disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"I said, I will not kill you."
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor stood atop the mountain, gazing coldly at Zhitong’s struggle.
Zhitong seed completely disbelieving, using the Divine Feet again, transforming into golden light, retreating along the path he’d co.
But where was the path he’d co?
The golden light spun in the air three tis like a headless fly, once again revealing Zhitong’s form.
His face beca more and more panic-stricken.
To be honest, Zheng Fa, like Zhitong, didn’t believe the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor would let them go.
He looked towards the livestream room, only to find it had turned from four screens into one.
Lord Nichang and the three others, along with their disciples, had also crossed the arch bridge, now standing on the sa barren land as them, nearby.
Yet when he looked around, there was no one to be seen.
Obviously surrounded by people, yet not a single one in sight.
A chill rose from the tailbone, traveling up each section of the spine, making the back of Zheng Fa’s head feel cold.
"Want to leave?" The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor sneered, "After crossing the Naihe Bridge, even if you’re a True Immortal, wishing to return is rely shouting helplessly."
It really was the Naihe Bridge.
Monk Zhitong’s face was grim, his lips moved, seemingly reciting a Buddhist chant.
Zheng Fa couldn’t hear what he was saying because another sound forced him to look ahead.
Amidst the swirling smoke, the once deathly silent Yin Mountain and Wangsi City suddenly ca alive.
Shouts and cries of battle, angry roars, and lantations echoed in the mist.
Growing louder and louder.
More ear-piercing.
The chaotic noise clawed at Zheng Fa’s ears, drilling into his head.
One by one, ethereal specters manifested in the white mist.
They wore similar outfits, from the sa sect.
Yet at this mont, they appeared as sworn enemies, fighting desperately against each other.
They killed their fellow disciples with the Tianhe Swordsmanship and were in turn killed by the sa Swordsmanship used by their fellows.
Even as they lay on the ground, these disciples called out "senior brother" and "junior brother" with their dying breaths.
The emotions in those calls were uncertain, whether hatred, confusion, or reminiscence.
This was the scene of the Tianhe Chaos.
Zheng Fa couldn’t bear to look closely, just closing his eyes, murmuring in his heart: "Wangsi City."
In the livestream room, Zhitong and the others lowered their eyelids, as if afraid to face it.
...
In the Jiushan Realm, Xie Qingxue held the Comprehensive Records in her left hand and tightly gripped the Qingping Sword in her right, the Evil Qi rising to the sky.
Even Yan Wushuang, usually carefree, trembled as he held the Comprehensive Records.
Uncle Master Pang also looked to the sky, softly saying, "Such a tragic scene, the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor has rembered it for hundreds of thousands of years..."
Elder Yuan’s face bore rare solemnity.
"If you were him, and sothing like this happened to Jiushan Realm, would you forget?"
"..."
The Heavenly Emperor Body looked at the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor on the Yin Mountain, with a majestic presence, and unexpectedly felt so pity.
"You don’t dare to look."
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor seed to laugh.
"You don’t even dare look at what you did back then."
Even the eloquent Zhitong didn’t know how to respond at this mont.
"But I haven’t forgotten these for a single day."
"I carried their fragnted souls, hiding here and there, always listening to these wails."
"A scene you couldn’t bear for a single mont, I have watched for hundreds of thousands of years."
The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor wasn’t a talkative person, yet now he was speaking incessantly, clearly harboring deep and overwhelming hatred.
The revenge of the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor could be imagined to be increasingly fierce.
But unexpectedly, the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor spoke again:
"Rest assured, I have sworn by the na of Tianhe, I will not kill you."
"Unlike your Four Sects, I will not disgrace this na."
Zhitong and the others did not feel reassured.
On Yin Mountain, in Wangsi City, countless souls suddenly started to laugh, the laughter was shrill, chilling.
"Who’s there!"
A disciple of Haori Mountain next to Zheng Fa asked.
Zhitong and others looked around.
Unnoticed, there were now nurous figures around them.
Their faces were indistinguishable in the thick mist, but their cultivation was no trifling matter.
It was known that disciples of the Four Sects entering the Tianhe Sect were considered elites of the sect.
Yet these eerie figures appearing around them were almost equally matched to them.
Zheng Fa hurriedly looked towards the livestream room, indeed, these people were Lord Nichang and her group.
Zhitong also sensed sothing was amiss, and spoke, "Wait a mont before attacking!"
But one person from the fog unscrupulously struck out, attacking a disciple of the Turquoise Pool.
Seeing the Tai Chi Diagram above that person’s head, Monk Zhitong shouted, "Are you Supre Dao mad!"
But when he saw a Leiyin Disciple beside him also disregarding orders and striking out against them, he realized sothing:
"You are disciples of the Nine Nether Sect!"
Zheng Fa suddenly realized what the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor intended to do.
Sure enough, the laughter of those spirits gradually subsided, leaving only a few lines of a long song, faintly heard in the mist.
"Forr allies, now sworn foes."
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