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In the sky, a massive golden axe adorned with runes shimmered like the rising sun, held high above by Chuxiong, whose imposing figure was striking. With a shiny bald head and dressed in a brand new crimson robe, the combination was somewhat peculiar. However, when the golden light reflected from the Celestial Artifact illuminated Chuxiong's face, no one dared to laugh anymore.
Chuxiong's skin had turned golden, resembling a layer of gilding, his expression solemn, dignified, and filled with an air of compassion. Behind him soared the enormous Black Abyss Divine Dragon.
The body of Black Abyss was many times larger than Chuxiong's; yet at that moment, everyone felt that Black Abyss seemed too small compared to Chuxiong. In their eyes, Chuxiong appeared to be growing larger and larger, towering like a mountain, while Black Abyss was merely a small part of the halo above his head.
A distant roar echoed from the Divine Dragon, but no one paid attention to it; all eyes were fixed on the gigantic golden Heavenly Axe that rivaled the sun.
With a wave of his hand, Chuxiong calmly said, "Go!"
The Heavenly Axe fell silently from thousands of feet above, slicing into the mountain below. There seemed to be no movement at first. But then, boulders exploded and shot into the sky. It was only at this moment that everyone heard a deep rumble akin to thunder rolling in spring. The ground shook violently as the mountain collapsed; Beiming Mountain erupted in chaos, countless birds screeched in panic as they fled into the sky, and trees were reduced to dust.
As the dust settled, the Beast Cultivation practitioners craned their necks in astonishment.
The entire mountaintop had been obliterated; all rocks and vegetation had been blown away, leaving nothing but flat land.
In the distance, mortals in Luoyang City seemed to hear some commotion and turned their gazes toward Beiming Mountain. After staring for a moment, they shook their heads and returned to their own affairs. To them, Beiming Mountain looked just like any other morning: serene with dawn light illuminating the trees and sky, showing no signs of change.
This was the brilliance of the Superior Spirit Artifact or Mystic Spirit Net. The Mystic Spirit Net mimicked Kunlun's famous Celestial Artifact, Eight Scenery Bell; one of its functions acted as an illusionary barrier that could isolate all sounds from within and even present mortals with previously recorded scenes. However, Chuxiong's axe was so powerful that it caused even the Mystic Spirit Net to tremble slightly and let out some sound. Yet for mortals, it remained undetectable. By this time, several early risers hoping to gather firewood found themselves unable to approach Beiming Mountain; no matter how they turned around, they discovered they were still ten or more miles away from it. This was another clever use of the Mystic Spirit Net.
The Immortal Sect's assault on the mountain was earth-shattering; however, there was not a single sound from the Underworld Palace below. Even the patrolling guards had retreated quietly into hiding underground.
Ying Youzi began to curse loudly: "You turtle-shell hiding cowards! If you have guts, come out and fight us! Do you think we can't get in just because you're hiding in your shell? Brothers, let's go together; I don't believe we can't smash your turtle shell!"
The Beast Cultivation practitioners cheered in agreement and each summoned their treasures to throw into the sky. A row of colorful flashes prepared to strike down when suddenly Du Yizi shouted loudly: "Wait!"
Those treasures immediately spun in mid-air as all Beast Cultivation practitioners turned their attention to Du Yizi.
Du Yizi coldly snorted, "Chuxiongzi is in command! We all follow his orders! Anyone who dares to make suggestions will not be spared!" After saying this, he shot a fierce glare at Ying Youzi.
Ying Youzi chuckled awkwardly, grabbing his bald square forehead and exclaimed, "Chuxiongzi, brother, we’ll listen to you. How should we attack?"
This was Chuxiong's first time leading; previously, it had always been Li Hong making the plans. Now that it was his turn, he felt a bit shy for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. He thought to himself that if his elder brother were here, he would definitely surround this area and continue bombarding the spot he had just struck.
He pointed at the already sunken hill and shouted, "That’s the confirmed entrance to the Underworld Palace! Brothers, surround the entrance and strike one by one!"
"Good!" everyone echoed in unison.
Du Yizi was the first to say, "I'll go!"
A shadow flew from him like a ten-thousand-foot Demon Dragon, shaking its head and tail as it soared towards the center of the depression. It was his life-bound demon tail.
With a loud bang, at least ten zhang of earth was lifted, and the depression expanded another ten zhang deeper.
"I'll go!" Jiang Xuanzi shouted. Instead of using his life-bound demon sword, he conjured a giant hand out of thin air and silently pressed down.
The rock layer was lifted another ten zhang.
The Beast Cultivation group was filled with enthusiasm as one after another jumped up to take turns. The depression became deeper and deeper until it turned into an unfathomable pit.
Thin strands of black ominous energy seeped out from the bottom of the pit, and gradually everyone felt a chilling sensation penetrating their bones.
Du Yizi nodded and said, "We're getting close. Again!"
Suddenly, a tinkling laugh came from beside him. Shooting Jade Fairy said with a smile, "I can't compare to my brothers; I'll use some clever tricks instead!" Her eyes sparkled as two emerald beams shot from her gaze and gently probed into the bottom of the deep pit.
For a long time, there seemed to be no change, but Sister Sheyu's expression turned serious. Her body suddenly shook, and behind her, nine enormous Fox Spirit tails extended out, swaying violently like nine magical fans, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged rapidly into her body.
Moments later, there was a loud rumble, and Sister Sheyu exclaimed, "It's done!"
The two emerald lights flew back, and everyone craned their necks to look, instantly taken aback.
A large hole about ten feet wide had appeared at the bottom of the deep pit, and there were actually steps inside, with vague black figures flickering.
"Kill!"
Chuxiong reached out to summon the Heavenly Axe into his hand. In an instant, he was the first to leap into the cave like a Hokage, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Soon after, the cave echoed with the sounds of battle cries as if the mountains were collapsing.
"Follow Chuxiongzi down!" Du Yizi was the first to react and jumped into the cave.
A group of Beast Cultivation members shouted "Kill!" and rushed into the cave. In no time, more than half had descended. The Shooting Jade Fairy rolled her eyes and shouted, "The rest stay behind! Wait to catch any fish that slip through and collect Yin Dan!"
The remaining one-fifth of the Beast Cultivation members halted in unison and simply gathered around the cave entrance, stretching their necks alongside Sister Sheyu as they watched eagerly.
Sure enough, moments later, a Demon Sect Monster flew out in a panic. It was like waiting for prey; with each swift strike, even the dark Yin Dan was snatched by these Beast Cultivation members and stored in their treasures, ready to be counted back to the Immortal Sect after the battle.
Black Abyss had initially been flying high under the Mystic Spirit Net. After about half an hour, he received Chuxiong's order and suddenly began to shrink.
Moments later, a Black Light shot out quickly. The Beast Cultivation members waiting for prey all hurled their treasures at him. That person’s cultivation level was surprisingly strong; he weaved left and right and managed to break through the encirclement, leaping into the sky.
At that moment, he felt an unusual wind rising behind him. Just as he turned around, he saw a massive dragon head charging towards him.
Ironclad shouted loudly and extended both hands, which gleamed like treasures, firmly bracing against Black Abyss's mouth.
Black Abyss was furious, shaking its head and quickly breaking free from Ironclad's strong grip. Ironclad wiped the cold sweat from his brow, feeling lucky, but suddenly darkness enveloped him. With a thunderous crash, he was struck by Black Abyss's move, Divine Dragon, and sent flying, crashing hard against the Mystic Spirit Net, before plummeting to the ground like a bullet.
There was no way to escape the ground! A streak of golden light sliced upward from below with lightning speed.
Dazed and confused, Ironclad instinctively raised his arms to block.
A scream echoed as the Heavenly Axe instantly severed Ironclad's arms, sending them flying. The force of the Heavenly Axe did not relent and brutally embedded itself into Ironclad's chest.
Ironclad never used magical artifacts because his body was his treasure! Having cultivated to the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, his body had become as hard as steel, with no weaknesses whatsoever. Although raising his arms to block was an instinctive action, deep down he believed that at most he would only break his arms while blocking Chuxiong's axe.
Little did he know he was gravely mistaken; this mistake cost him his life!
In agony, Ironclad convulsed all over, yet his cold eyes remained fixed on Chuxiong, filled with overwhelming rage. However, he realized he could not move at all—not even a little toe!
He watched helplessly as Chuxiong strode forward, gripping the axe handle and pulling it back.
"Ah..." Ironclad could not help but cry out in despair. Although the axe had left his body, it left behind a horrific gaping hole in his chest, two feet in diameter, spanning across his entire torso. His internal organs were completely shattered, and the residual force even crushed his spine!
Ironclad hunched over like a shrimp, drenched in cold sweat. Dark energy began to swirl around him as he neared the brink of collapse.
Even bent over, he still glared fiercely at Chuxiong, as if trying to etch Chuxiong's appearance into his memory forever. He spat out each word: "You are ruthless! As long as I don't die, I will definitely take revenge on you one day..."
"You won't have that chance." Chuxiong interrupted curtly, uninterested in further conversation. Holding the divine axe, a flash of golden light surged forth, freezing all of Ironclad's movements.
A trickle of blood suddenly appeared in the center of his forehead, growing thicker and more abundant as it spread downward—across his nose, mouth, and chest... Suddenly there was a loud crash; Ironclad disintegrated into two halves, with shattered innards spilling out in a chaotic torrent.
From where he stood, a burst of black light emerged as a swirling black mist of a Nascent Soul hurriedly fled. It was swiftly caught by Chuxiong, who tossed it into the Void Bottle without even looking back while muttering a few words before turning back towards the Underground.
Over there, Sister Sheyu, with her keen hearing, caught Chuxiong saying, "I never expected that Void Bottle would actually take him on!"
"Void Bottle?" Shooting Jade Fairy lightly furrowed her beautiful brows, suddenly her eyes brightened.
However, Chuxiong had already charged down again.
The Underworld Palace, true to its name, delved deep into the Underground, divided into nine layers. It seemed that the very bottom, the ninth layer, was indeed close to the legendary underworld.
At this moment, the Beast Cultivation had already swept through the entire upper three layers and were continuously pushing downward. The Demons were retreating step by step.
Seeing Chuxiong chase after the Great Hall Master only to return quickly, these Demons understood what this meant. Fear was evident in their eyes; their techniques became disordered, and they were already at their wits' end.
Yet, Chuxiong slightly furrowed his brow. Ironclad was actually quite formidable; just a moment ago, he had killed eight Beast Cultivation who had already formed demon cores. It was only when he intervened that he managed to take him down. Normally, someone like him shouldn't be at the front lines or so eager to escape. If he hadn't fled, he wouldn't have been matched against Black Abyss, and it wouldn't have been so easy for Chuxiong to subdue him.
Could there be some secret behind this?
A sudden thought arose, and Chuxiong shouted, "Not good!"
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