Belonging. This was a very vague definition.
Perhaps it had a special meaning for those who lacked a sense of security.
Wang Baole had never lacked a sense of security. From the moment he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, he had been happy. However, as he walked down this path, as he came to understand the truth of the world, as his cultivation base increased, and as he came to understand his own origin, he gradually … began to feel less and less happy.
This was especially so when … his senior brother had changed. Wang Baole's heart was filled with complex emotions, and it grew heavier and heavier.
He did not like the way his senior brother was now. Although his senior brother's eyes were still warm, Wang Baole could still feel the coldness that came from his soul.
The Heavenly Dao was heartless.
Wang Baole had heard this saying before, and now it was confirmed.
There was even a moment when Wang Baole wanted to leave the Underworld Sect, which he had just arrived in. He wanted to return to the Inferno Galaxy, or to the Federation, to Earth, to his parents.
However, he also knew that unless he gave up, he would still have to continue walking down this path. This was because there were fetters, and there were things that he cared about.
He could clearly see that this world would undergo great changes in a few decades. Everything beautiful would turn to dust, and he would most likely no longer be himself.
Wang Baole did not want to see this scene. Therefore, he could only struggle with all his might and change it.
"I really want to … split this world in half with a single slash of my sword! Once all troubles are solved, everything will be clear! " Wang Baole sighed in his heart. It was as if he was trapped in a gigantic spider web. He wanted to tear everything apart, but he was powerless to do so.
Amidst these emotions, Wang Baole ignored the few Underworld Sect cultivators who were hostile towards him. This was because he thought of his master in the Underworld Sect, and everything that had happened in the Underworld Dream.
"Let's wait and see … I can't jump to conclusions. After all, to the Underworld Sect cultivators here, I'm an outsider who has just arrived. It's normal for them to be hostile towards me and not approve of me." Wang Baole muttered in his heart as he followed Master Chen Qing and the Underworld Sect cultivators who had come to greet him.
Along the way, most of the cultivators from the Dark Sect swept their gazes over Wang Baole. They might not have known about Wang Baole's identity before this, but at this moment, it was impossible for anyone from the Dark Sect not to sense the thick Dark Fire on Wang Baole's body. It was impossible for them not to know what this Dark Fire represented.
That was especially so when Wang Baole stepped into the Dark River. As Wang Baole neared, the entire Dark River suddenly surged with waves, and the sound of crashing waves reverberated in the void as if welcoming Wang Baole's arrival. At that moment, an imprint slowly appeared on his glabella.
This was the mark of the Underworld Child!
The appearance of the mark was uncontrollable. Wang Baole rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He didn't say anything. As for the Underworld Sect cultivators around him, they were silent as well. The hostility in the eyes of the youths who had been hostile towards him before was now even stronger.
Master Chen Qing also didn't say anything.
Wang Baole was silent as he followed the group across the Underworld River toward the Underworld Planet, which emanated an ancient aura.
Perhaps it was because of the Underworld River, or perhaps it was because of the Underworld Planet, that the aura of death here was even stronger. At the same time, there was a protective layer around it.
That protective layer required a specific technique to pass through. Naturally, the Underworld Sect cultivators were equipped with such a technique, and thus were able to pass through unimpeded. Master Chen Qing was a Heaven-Dao cultivator, and was similarly equipped. However, Wang Baole obviously wasn't.
Therefore, after everyone stepped into the protective barrier, Wang Baole's body was blocked outside.
He stood there, looking at the group through the protective layer. No one said anything. They were all looking at him.
Wang Baole looked over at Master Chen Qing, whose expression was the same as ever. When their eyes met, Wang Baole suddenly smiled as he realized something.
His Elder Brother … was a Heaven-Dao cultivator.
The Heaven-Dao was heartless. That was part of the rules. At the same time … the Heaven-Dao was fair. Whether or not Meng Hao could stand firm in the Underworld Sect, whether or not he could become a Underworld Child, would depend on his own ability.
What they didn't know was that Wang Baole's approval of his status as a Underworld Child came mostly from his Master in the Underworld Dream, as well as his former Elder Brother.
He didn't care about the Underworld Sect, nor did he have any unforgettable memories of those two people.
"Let's wait and see …. Let's wait and see …." Wang Baole's eyes were calm as he lifted his right hand. His fleshly body power exploded out, and the underworld flame inside of him roared. The mark on his forehead shone with brilliant light as he pushed down onto the protective layer.
Instantly, the protective layer began to distort, then gradually softened. Wang Baole took a step forward and smoothly entered. The Underworld Sect cultivators narrowed their eyes, but said nothing. They bowed to Chen Qing and continued to lead the way.
Chen Qing nodded at Wang Baole. Wang Baole followed behind, his face expressionless. Along the way, he finally saw the complete appearance of the Underworld Planet. The ground was gray, the sky was black, and the colors of the entire world were gloomy.
In this gloomy world, there were numerous extravagant halls. They were arranged in a row, forming a gigantic Spell Formation.
The Spell Formation spread out in all directions. Wang Baole was no stranger to everything here. This was the Underworld Sect he had seen in the Underworld Dream.
He could even see the palace he had once lived in in the Underworld Dream, as well as the densely packed Underworld Sect cultivators in the public square of the Underworld Sect.
There were more than a million of them.
At the same time, there were nine gigantic statues erected on the ground of the Underworld Sect. Wang Baole's gaze swept over the statues, and then came to rest on the most eye-catching of them all. After a long moment, he stopped, clasped hands, and bowed deeply.
"Master," he murmured.
The statue was none other than his Master in the Underworld Dream, the Ninth Elder of the Underworld Sect, Ming Kunzi.
Wang Baole still remembered what his master had said to him as he sighed at the end of the Dark Dream.
"Do as you wish."
Wang Baole closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Chen Qing off in the distance. Chen Qing was looking at Wang Baole. Their eyes met, and then Chen Qing looked away from Wang Baole.
"Baole," he said, "I need to think about the answer you want before I can tell you."
"No matter what, whether it's for Senior Brother or for myself, I'm willing to step into the Underworld River. Therefore, Senior Brother, there's no rush to answer. Just tell me before I step in." Wang Baole clasped his hands and spoke softly. He wasn't in the mood to pay any attention to the Underworld Sect cultivators who seemed to be rejecting him. His body flickered, and he headed straight for the main gate of the Underworld Sect.
Some of the Underworld Sect cultivators frowned, as if they were displeased by Wang Baole's intrusion. However, after glancing at Chen Qing, they didn't say anything. There were also some Underworld Sect cultivators who were laughing coldly in their hearts.
That was because … the Underworld Sect's protective Spell Formations weren't limited to the one outside the planet. There were over a thousand different Spell Formations within the main gate. Even a Dark Child would be in a difficult situation if he wasn't familiar with them and didn't have the proper method to deal with them.
However, in the next moment, something happened that caused many people's hearts to tremble. Wang Baole continued flying forward. The instant he stepped into the vicinity of the main gate, the protective Spell Formations that should have appeared suddenly dissipated on their own when he performed an incantation gesture with one hand. In fact, he seemed to be incomparably familiar with the place. He ignored all the Spell Formations, as if they were his own home. He entered the main gate and headed straight for the Underworld Sect's … Dark Child Hall!
It was a great hall that no one had ever stepped foot into since it had been rebuilt. Wang Baole's approach caused the younger generation of Underworld Sect cultivators to feel even more hostile toward him. At the same time, they were puzzled. Honestly … based on Wang Baole's actions, he seemed to be so familiar with the place that it was as if he had lived here for a long time.
"This used to be his home." Chen Qing stared at Wang Baole's back. There was a hint of warmth in his cold gaze, but it slowly dissipated, and he became cold once again.
"One month later, the Nether River will open. You must … retrieve the remains of the Underworld Emperor!"
"Only by controlling the Nether River can the Underworld Sect regain control of this world and seal everything!"
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I might not be able to update it tomorrow. I need to think about the new map carefully. I'll update it this weekend.
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