Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Upon reaching this lower level, Jun Wuxie sensed a peculiar Yin energy.

The aura was not unfamiliar, not belonging to the Yang realm.

He had sensed this aura before in the Netherworld Underworld of the Lower Realm.

Could it be that beneath this abyss, as the Ancient Demon Centipede King said, there was a path to the Netherworld Underworld, a road to the Yellow Springs?

Following the Yin energy deeper, he gradually arrived at a vast Gobi desert.

The light here was even dimmer, like the onset of night.

Unbeknownst to when, a thick fog arose between the heavens and earth, making visibility even more blurred and the atmosphere even colder.

The fog surged in the Yin wind, making one feel exceptionally cold.

As he walked, a cliff blocked the path ahead, with some faint bloody light visible through the mist on the other side.

The cliff was very wide, with a bottomless void below, giving the impression that the land here was suspended in the starry sky.

Nearby, there was a cold, ancient stone bridge spanning the cliff, connecting the two sides.

Jun Wuxie brought Lan Lan to the bridge, observed it for a moment, and then stepped onto the bridge, heading towards the other side.

As he continued forward, the Yin energy became more intense, and the temperature dropped even lower, giving people a bone-chilling cold, causing goosebumps to involuntarily rise on the skin.

Upon reaching the other side, he found that the thing emitting the bloody light was still unclear.

Because that thing was not here, but ahead, as if always separated from him by a constant distance, not as the naked eye saw.

The road ahead became narrower and narrower.

However, this narrowness was relative to the previous vast Gobi desert.

Here, the Yin energy between heaven and earth had become so terrifying that it could greatly deplete a person's lifeblood.

Fortunately, Jun Wuxie was not afraid, and Lan Lan was completely unaffected, the Yin energy seemed ineffective against it.

"Could it really be the road to the Yellow Springs leading to the Netherworld Underworld?"

Jun Wuxie did not stop his pace, but could not help but ponder in his heart.

The Ancient Demon Centipede King said that this was the only passage to leave the cave, and Senior Sister Linglong also said so.

Then, since it was the only passage, how could it be the road to the Yellow Springs leading to the Underworld?

This ancient tomb was obviously not simple, existing even before the ancient times.

The cave where Senior Sister Linglong was sleeping must only be a corner of the ancient tomb, with a vast space inside.

If so, there should be a road connecting the cave with other areas of the ancient tomb.

Continuing forward for a distance, the road forked, one to the left and one to the right.

The road on the left was straight, hazy, and the blood-colored light was in the deepest part of that hazy area.

Just then, Jun Wuxie heard a rustling sound.

It was a metallic sound, sounding like the clanging or rubbing of iron chains.

In the depths of the straight road on the left, it became very wide, boundless and limitless.

Jun Wuxie activated his pupil technique, concentrated his eyesight, and stared carefully at that area, the sound of iron chains came from there.

Faintly, he saw many figures, wearing gray armor, with strange knives that looked somewhat like bone, hanging from their waists, walking out of the mist, escorting many people wearing shackles and fetters, walking with unsteady steps.

"That is... Underworld soldiers of the Underworld!"

Jun Wuxie came to the junction of the road on the left and the vast hazy area and observed carefully.

The figures escorted by the Underworld soldiers were not flesh and blood, indicating that they were all souls.

It's just that their eyes looked a little dull, being escorted without any intention of resisting, their eyes even lacking focus, very scattered.

Suddenly, those Underworld soldiers escorting the souls seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned their heads to look towards the fork in the road.

Their faces were pale, their eyes cold and ruthless, and strange symbols lit up in their pupils.

The gazes of both sides collided in the void, staring at each other intently.

The Underworld soldiers stared at Jun Wuxie for a long time, the strange runes in their eyes gradually faded away, turned around and continued to escort the souls, gradually disappearing into the hazy and eerie mist.

"It seems that this is really a road to the Yellow Springs leading to the Netherworld Underworld..."

Jun Wuxie's heart could not calm down, what kind of place was this ancient tomb, actually connected to the Netherworld Underworld of the Upper Realm.

Also, why would those Underworld soldiers arresting people walk from here.

Standing at the fork in the road, the cold Yin energy constantly struck, blowing his clothes and thick black hair, cold and piercing, like ice knives cutting.

Jun Wuxie stood still for a moment, withdrew from the fork leading to the road to the Yellow Springs, and instead walked towards the fork on the right.

This was not a straight road, at the end of the fork, both sides were hazy and heavy mist, and in front was a spatial vortex, unable to see or sense what the scene was behind the spatial vortex.

Jun Wuxie came to the vortex, propped up the World Domain barrier, and directly stepped into the vortex.

In an instant, the scene before him changed dramatically.

He came to a vast world.

The heaven and earth here were still somewhat dim, and the light was not very sufficient.

Looking around, all around were vast and continuous mountains, majestic and magnificent, with soaring momentum.

In this special world, these mountains gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

Between the mountains, there was a vast plain, and an ancient city was located on it.

Jun Wuxie looked at the city, the majestic city walls were covered with the mottled marks of time, with many traces of knife, axe, and sword holes on them, and some places had collapsed slightly.

To this day, weapons still remained on the city walls, some of which had rotted and were covered in rust.

What attracted his attention the most was above the city gate, where demonic energy rolled, and at the same time, there was brilliant Buddhist light.

A string of Buddhist beads, each bead permeated with black demonic energy, could make people feel a strong demonic nature even from a distance.

A demon-subduing pestle, pierced through the middle of the Buddhist beads, deeply penetrated the wall, hanging the Buddhist beads above the city gate.

The demon-subduing pestle was engraved with Buddhist scriptures, blooming with golden light of Buddhism, faintly emitting chanting sounds, sacred and solemn.

"These are Buddhist artifacts from the Demon Buddha Sect and the Ancient Buddha Sect..."

Jun Wuxie did not expect to see such a scene, which really surprised him.

He saw a huge city in this ancient tomb.

This city had experienced a terrible war, which even involved two sects in Buddhism.

He turned over and sat on Lan Lan's back, heading towards the city.

The city gate was dilapidated, covered with mottled bloodstains, and the Buddhist and demonic lights above enveloped the area under the entire city gate.

Jun Wuxie used the World Domain to defend, and rode Lan Lan easily through, entering the city.

The city was very quiet, without any sound.

Upon arriving here, Jun Wuxie had the feeling that the entire world had suddenly lost its voice.

It was too quiet, there was no sound at all, eerily quiet.

He moved forward on the streets of the city, and as he walked, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

This sound was like some kind of chanting, as if there were enlightened monks lecturing on Buddhist scriptures.

That sound had a strange magic power, entering his ears, giving rise to an unspeakable yearning in his heart.

He followed the chanting sound, passed through several streets, and brilliant Buddhist light radiated from afar, scattering on his body, guiding him forward.

In this city, not far from him, there was an ancient temple, built on a mountain, magnificent and solemn, and bursts of chanting came from there.

Golden Buddhist light bloomed from the ancient temple, shining in all directions, bright and dazzling.

Jun Wuxie had the feeling that as long as he walked down, there would be a world of bliss ahead.

Of course, he was not confused, and was very clear in his heart.

He had heard this kind of scripture not for the first time, he had heard it before in the Lower Realm, it was the Salvation Sutra of the World Honored Buddha Sect!

However, compared to the Salvation Sutra of the Lower Realm, the scriptures chanted here were obviously more profound.

What exactly was the origin of this city, appearing in the ancient tomb world, and even building an ancient temple.

"Dang!"

When Jun Wuxie walked to the foot of the mountain where the ancient temple was located, a loud bell rang in the ancient temple, the sound waves spread like ripples, deafening.

That sound had a terrifying penetrating power, instantly piercing into the ears, impacting the sea of consciousness, causing people's minds to shake violently, and their hearts to contract violently.

He saw that above the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, a huge golden bell of energy appeared, almost covering the entire ancient temple inside.

On the golden bell, countless Buddhist scriptures shone, and the rhyme of Buddhism permeated out, washing people's minds, making Jun Wuxie feel refreshed and peaceful in his heart.

The chanting of the Salvation Sutra disappeared at the moment the golden bell appeared.

"Two kinds of Buddhist methods are fighting..."

Jun Wuxie saw the problem and immediately rode Lan Lan up the mountain.

Soon, he came to the front of the ancient temple.

This ancient temple did not know how much time had passed, the walls were covered with the dust of time, and many places were dilapidated.

The gate of the ancient temple was half-open, and golden Buddhist light overflowed from inside.

This kind of Buddhist light was different from conventional Buddhist energy.

When the Buddhist light came into contact with his body, he found that this Buddhist light was like cultivation resources, and after entering the body, it could be quickly refined and transformed for cultivation.

This surprised him.

Unless a high monk dissipated his cultivation into resources, how could this happen?

Besides, since he came to this city, he had not sensed any life fluctuations.

"Could there still be living people in the ancient temple?"

Jun Wuxie looked at the gate of the ancient temple from a distance.

From the dilapidated half-open gate, he could see some scenes inside the ancient temple, but there was nothing in that area.

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and prepared to go in and see what was going on.

Just as he was about to act, near the ancient temple, the void there suddenly distorted, and a huge array appeared out of thin air.

The void was torn apart by the array, and a door-like passage was propped open.

Several figures rushed out from inside.

Jun Wuxie's pupils constricted slightly. He really hadn't expected anyone to suddenly appear, and in such a way, constructing a void passage near this ancient temple.

These people were not anyone who had entered the ancient tomb with him!

They didn't belong to the Sea River Clan, the Wu'an Dynasty, the Royal Academy, or the top sects of Hanzhou.

There were four of them, men and women, looking like youths, making it impossible to determine their actual age.

One of them was stepping on a flying sword, while the remaining three had weapons floating above their heads.

Jun Wuxie was looking at them, and they were also looking at him.

"\u0026*@#?"

The four of them looked arrogant, with their hands behind their backs, and jabbered a bunch of nonsense at Jun Wuxie.

Jun Wuxie rubbed his temples and replied with his divine sense: "What gibberish is that? Speak human language."

The four of them turned pale upon hearing this.

They couldn't understand the language, but they could understand the meaning from the fluctuations in his divine sense.

This kid actually dared to mock their language as gibberish, how unreasonable!

"We are asking you, are you a lowly native of this world!" They looked around and said with divine sense fluctuations: "Although you were disrespectful just now, we will give you a chance to atone for your sins. Now, you immediately enter this ancient temple to scout the way, and share the situation inside with us using your divine sense. Perhaps we might consider sparing your life."

"So, you're saying you're not people from this world?"

Runes of pupil techniques lit up in Jun Wuxie's eyes, and at the same time, he carefully sensed the energy fluctuations within these people's bodies, and he really discovered something that surprised him.

The energy these people cultivated was not true qi, and they didn't have a blessed land within their bodies, but they had the brand of having experienced heavenly tribulation. Each of the four had two heavenly tribulation brands on their bodies.

Based on their energy levels, Jun Wuxie judged that they were roughly equivalent to the Saint King realm.

"Of course not, how could we be lowly natives like you! I see that you don't have a trace of spiritual power on your body. Are you natives all body cultivators?" One of them mocked, full of disdain: "Body cultivators can only rely on their physical bodies to fight. Most magical treasures cannot be controlled, and most spells cannot be cultivated. No wonder you are inferior beings."

Spiritual power, magical treasures?

Jun Wuxie was startled. Hearing this, he remembered something.

Back in the Divine Ancient World, he had found some ancient books, some of which recorded information about other universes.

The so-called other universes were called "other" because the beings in those universes had different cultivation systems and different cultivation methods.

Most universes used the system he was currently using, but some were different, with other cultivation systems.

He hadn't expected cultivators from another universe to come to this ancient tomb.

How did they come? How could they cross the universe's barrier?

Could it be that some ancient road was opened?

"It seems you think highly of yourselves, thinking you are noble and have a sense of superiority." Jun Wuxie wanted to laugh, and said: "Get lost, disappear from my sight, and don't single-mindedly seek death."

He warned them very directly.

These cultivators from another universe were really outrageously arrogant, even wanting him to be cannon fodder to scout the way.

"Lowly native, given the chance to live, you don't know how to cherish it. If we don't make you kneel down and look up to our heroic figures, you won't realize how powerful we are!"

The person controlling the sword put his hands together, and then quickly changed hand seals. The flying sword under his feet trembled with a clang, and instantly split into thousands of swords, continuously attacking.

The sharp sword intent spread out, causing all the trees on this mountain to shake violently.

Jun Wuxie, riding on Lan Lan's back, couldn't help but sneer in the face of such an attack.

Countless flying swords came to kill him, but he didn't even intend to make a move. The soul light in his brow flickered, and the intent of the soldier was released.

A series of sword-鸣sounds rang out.

All the flying swords that came to kill him stopped about a meter in front of him, their bodies constantly trembling, almost wailing.

The person controlling the sword saw this scene, his expression changed drastically, and he felt his face was swept away. He roared and frantically urged the flying swords, but the flying swords were no longer under his control.

The other three saw this and showed surprise in their eyes.

Immediately, a woman sacrificed a gray jar-like magical treasure, chanting a spell. The jar shone brightly, and a strong light rushed out, enveloping Jun Wuxie.

The light had a strong imprisonment and suction force, wanting to take him into the jar.

However, the woman who made the move found that the target was sitting on his mount, motionless, which made her stunned, and even suspected that there was something wrong with her magical treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Ban Lan, make a move quickly!"

The woman realized that the target was not easy to deal with, and hurriedly said to the young man beside her.

The young man heard this, with a slight sneer on his face, light lit up on his body, especially his arms and palms.

"Blue Vine Entanglement!"

The young man struck the ground with one palm, and blue roots and stems quickly grew like vines, rushing towards Jun Wuxie and Lan Lan like spirit snakes, instantly binding their bodies in layers.

"Hahaha! You lowly natives also want to fight us?"

The young man who became a Ban Lan root spirit laughed triumphantly when he saw that his blue vine entanglement had bound and imprisoned the target: "Since I debuted, no one has been able to break free under my blue vine entanglement! Now, you go to die!"

As the Ban Lan spirit said, he sacrificed a magical treasure crossbow, continuously firing several crossbow arrows, each arrow locking onto Jun Wuxie's throat, brow, and heart, three vital points.

Bang…

Three consecutive metallic trembling sounds.

Three crossbow arrows shot at Jun Wuxie's brow, throat, and heart, and the entire arrowhead instantly turned into an iron cake.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the face of the Ban Lan spirit youth froze, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed another magical treasure.

The magical treasure bloomed with brilliant light. As soon as it appeared, the released energy turned into a huge wave surging.

Its shape was like a harpoon, carrying huge waves and breaking through the air, wanting to pierce the target.

With a bang.

The astonishing harpoon, the entire harpoon head instantly flattened, turning into broken copper and scrap iron, and could not break through Jun Wuxie's defense at all.

The fourth youth came back to his senses and immediately sacrificed the tower floating above his head, soaring to a thousand meters in height against the wind, and slammed down fiercely.

At this time, Jun Wuxie, sitting on Lan Lan's body, moved slightly, and all the blue vines on his body broke.

His golden palm fingers stretched out, and with a single touch, he smashed the jar into pieces. The next moment, he pointed out with his fingers.

The golden finger was like a hot knife through butter, piercing through the pagoda, directly bending and deforming it, and several layers on it fell down.

Immediately afterwards, the golden palm finger flicked, and all the flying swords shattered.

The four youths who relied on magical treasures to fight had their natal weapons destroyed, their bodies shook violently, and they suffered backlash, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Their eyes were full of horror. Until this time, they did not dare to believe that the natives of this universe could be so strong, and how was it different from what they knew.

Wasn't it said that coming in through the ancient road to obtain opportunities, even if you encounter natives, they are very weak and can be arbitrarily bullied and slaughtered?

"You say, what is the point of doing this besides seeking death?"

Jun Wuxie shook his head and sighed. Equivalent to the Saint King realm, their talent and growth are not high. To him, they are as weak as ants. Not to mention four, even if four million came, it would be in vain.

And yet they dare to be so arrogant and unreasonable.

In this world, there are always some people who think their lives are too long.

He came down from Lan Lan's body and walked towards the four people with faces full of horror.

The golden blood energy surged, and under the pressure of the powerful aura, the four people could not stand at all, and instantly knelt on the ground, their bodies weak, and their bodies like sieves.

"Speak, how did you come here?"

Jun Wuxie did not directly kill them. He was very curious now.