Chen Qing was silent.
Ming Kunzi's gaze remained the same, and he said nothing.
The surrounding Underworld Sect cultivators bowed their heads. They couldn't participate in this matter, nor did they have the ability to do so. Only the male and female Underworld Children who had split into Yin and Yang looked at Wang Baole with unwillingness in their eyes. Then, they lowered their heads.
As for Wang Baole, veins were popping out on his forehead, and his body was trembling violently. He was struggling, and his heart was howling. Faint cracking sounds could be heard coming from his body, as if some invisible seal was breaking.
After the space of a few breaths, Chen Qing nodded.
"If this is what Master insists, then disciple promises that from now on … I will not investigate, stop, seal, or disturb my youngest junior brother's actions … even if he wants to leave the world of the stone steles!"
"Very well." Ming Kunzi laughed. He retracted his gaze from Chen Qing and looked at Wang Baole again. He saw the veins popping out on Wang Baole's forehead and his struggle. Pity and gentleness appeared in Ming Kunzi's eyes as he muttered softly.
"Don't be sad. I'm already lucky to have survived until now. I've long since grown tired of living in such a muddle-headed state and guarding this tomb. Let me … be free.
"My freedom is worth it. Because of my freedom, my eldest disciple will bring glory to the Underworld Sect and inherit its mission. My youngest disciple's Dao will be complete, and he will no longer be tied down by Karma. The fruit of freedom will not be far off. At the same time, he will have the right to leave this place. This … is a pleasant and joyous occasion." As he spoke, Ming Kunzi laughed. His smile grew wider, and his laughter grew louder and louder. It spread out in all directions, throughout the entire Underworld Emperor's Tomb.
The ripples in the area were visible to the naked eye, and all of the Underworld Sect disciples were forced to retreat. The three Soul Lamps on the Underworld Emperor's coffin swayed violently, and the first of them … was extinguished!
Wang Baole screamed in his heart, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. He could only watch as his Master's body slowly turned transparent amidst his laughter. The second Soul Lamp was extinguished, and his Master's figure grew more and more indistinct ….
The third Soul Lamp was extinguished.
Ming Kunzi's figure … completely vanished.
"Master!!" Wang Baole let out a piercing howl. Because of Ming Kunzi's disappearance, he was able to move again. The howl he had been suppressing in his heart could finally be heard. It was a howl filled with boundless grief, as well as indescribable madness. In the blink of an eye, he was in the spot where his Master had vanished. Then, he reached out with both hands, as if he were trying to grab something.
However, he grabbed nothing but air. There was nothing …
"Waning Moon!!" Wang Baole's eyes were bloodshot. Right now, there was no one else in his mind. He didn't even pay attention to Chen Qing. The only thing on his mind was to change everything.
Waning Moon's magic was unleashed, but … this Time divine ability, which had never failed him before, had now lost its effect. It wasn't that it hadn't been unleashed, but rather, even after twenty breaths of time had passed, he was still unable to summon the image of his Master.
However, Wang Baole was unwilling to give up.
"Waning Moon!"
"Waning Moon!!"
"Oh, Waning Moon!!!"
Off in the distance, Chen Qing's gaze came to rest on Wang Baole. For a brief moment, pain and struggle could be seen in the depths of his eyes. However, they were quickly replaced by determination. He retracted his gaze from Wang Baole and looked at the Hell-Emperor's coffin. Then, he lifted his right hand and pointed at it.
Instantly, a rumbling sound could be heard from the enormous Hell-Emperor's coffin. The lid of the coffin was slowly pushed open by an invisible force. Gradually, the lid was lifted up, and an incredibly thick aura of death exploded out.
As the aura exploded out, numerous beams of light shone out from within the coffin. Finally, a corpse floated out from within. The corpse was badly damaged, with only the upper half of its body remaining. It was completely rotten, and only the bones remained. However, if one looked closely, they would be able to see that every inch of the bones emanated the aura of the Dao of death. Each strand of that aura seemed to contain countless blurry magical symbols. To the Underworld Sect, this corpse … was the most precious holy relic of all.
There was no other like it!
The corpse floated up into the air and slowly floated toward Chen Qing. All of the Underworld Sect cultivators were trembling with excitement. As they kowtowed, their eyes shone with longing and anticipation. The only exception was … Wang Baole. He didn't even look at it. He continued to stand in the spot where his Master had vanished. It was as if he were possessed as he repeatedly used the magic of Waning Moon.
Due to the fact that he had unleashed too many crescent moons, even his body found it a little difficult to bear with it. The space around him also started distorting rapidly, to the point where his figure was barely visible. The flow of time in the area of dozens of feet around him was already completely different from the other areas due to the multiple crescent moons unleashing them.
"I can definitely do it!
Waning Moon is the magic of Time. I can definitely do it! " Wang Baole's eyes were bloodshot as he murmured to himself. He performed an incantation gesture, completely ignoring the Hell-Emperor's corpse, which was a holy relic in the hearts of the Underworld Sect cultivators, as it floated past them. He also didn't pay attention to the fact that it was slowly falling into Chen Qing's hand.
When Chen Qing raised his right hand and touched the corpse, it transformed into motes of fluorescent light that fused into his arm, causing it to appear as the first color in the Nine Hells. Other than gray, black, and white, there were no other colors in the Nine Hells.
Multicolored light!
The colors spread out from his arm and gradually spread to cover his entire body. When they finally covered his entire body, the aura of the Heavenly Dao exploded out. It grew thicker and more complete, and a vast vortex appeared above his head.
The vortex stretched out endlessly into the Nine Hells. Every Underworld Sect cultivator looked up and could sense that there was a passageway within the vortex. A passageway … that all Underworld Sect cultivators could enter … and continue onward!
At the end of that passageway was … the Never-Ending Dao Domain in the Realm of Life!
Rumbling filled the air as the vortex spun. All of the Nine Hells trembled, and the Underworld River seethed. It was as if the flow of everything was under Chen Qing's control with a single thought.
Chen Qing could sense that he was different, and that the Heavenly Dao was flowing more smoothly into him. His eyes grew even calmer. Finally, he looked deeply at Wang Baole's back, then turned and began to walk away.
The Underworld Sect cultivators followed him at top speed, their eyes filled with fanaticism, excitement, and stubbornness. However … as for the male and female cultivator who had transformed into Yin and Yang, the male cultivator, a look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes. As he followed, he looked back at Wang Baole. Just as he was about to leave the Underworld River and step out of the Underworld Emperor's Tomb, he suddenly severed his right arm from his body. It transformed into a black mist that shot toward … Wang Baole, who was at the bottom of the Underworld Emperor's Tomb!
As it shot forward, the arm transformed into a tiny person that looked exactly like the quasi-Hegemon-child. Killing intent swirled around it, but it didn't move very quickly. It seemed to be making a judgment call, waiting. When it realized that the Heavenly Dao wasn't doing anything to stop it, the tiny person assumed that it had received some sort of hint. Therefore, it shot forward with explosive speed. In the blink of an eye, it was within nine meters of Wang Baole.
It didn't pause for even a moment. It burrowed into the area, hoping to take advantage of the fact that Wang Baole was still in a daze to attack him. However … as soon as the tiny person entered the area, before it could even attack, it trembled. Then, its appearance began to change rapidly. It was as if, in the blink of an eye, time was flowing backward around it.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an arm. Then, it transformed into a black mist. Then, it transformed into a drop of black blood. Then, nothing was left behind, as if it had been wiped away.
In the instant that it was wiped away, Karma seemed to spread out, severing its source, causing it to completely and utterly vanish from the Nine Underworlds.
That wasn't all. The quasi-Hegemon-child, whose arm had been severed, began to tremble violently. He coughed up a huge mouthful of blood, and his soul began to fade away. The woman next to him also coughed up a mouthful of blood.
As for the other Underworld cultivators, quite a few of them frowned, as if they wanted to say something, but hesitated. As for Chen Qing, he continued onward. He didn't stop for even a moment, nor did he try to stop what was happening. However, as of this moment, his Dao aura began to ripple, and then ….
Chen Qing, who considered himself to be extraordinary, believed himself to be the Underworld Sect's number one Underworld Child after Wang Baole, the future leader of the Underworld Sect, the dual cultivator of Yin and Yang, suddenly began to tremble. His eyes filled with disbelief, and he didn't even have a chance to speak. In the next breath, his body … disintegrated. He was destroyed in body and soul. He didn't even qualify to enter the cycle of reincarnation. The Dao of the Heavens … erased him!
One step at a time, Chen Qing walked off into the distance. His Dao aura was majestic, causing the air to tremble and the Nine Underworlds to rumble. A vortex formed, covering the entire area.
Behind him, in the depths of the Underworld Emperor's Tomb, another figure could be seen. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. Over and over again, he unleashed a waning moon ….
Gradually, the two of them moved further and further away. Eventually, Chen Qing left the Underworld River. The Underworld River rumbled and then poured back into the Underworld River Tomb ….
In the instant that the Underworld River flooded the Underworld Emperor's Tomb, Chen Qing began to murmur in a voice that only he could hear.
"I'm definitely right!"
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