At this moment, in a bottomless region of the continent.
There were densely packed groups of people rushing over from all directions with wild looks in their eyes. The Yuan Power undulations from these people were extremely intense. Every single one of them was a famous expert.
If it wasn't for Nine Nether's return, perhaps these people would have concealed their identities and wouldn't reveal their identities until the moment of their deaths. But with the return of that man, everything had changed.
Nine Nether was wearing a snow-white robe as he sat on the throne and looked at the people that were constantly returning to pay their respects with a trace of disdain on his face.
After the previous battle, he had been sealed for thousands of years. When he broke free, he immediately returned to the secret location that was established by the Netherworld Palace. However, he had also changed his previous liking for black robes, and now, he had a heartfelt love for white robes.
Those experts that came from all directions were the people of the Netherworld Palace. After they fled, it was passed down from generation to generation. Their faith in the Netherworld Palace could be said to be deep-rooted.
Ever since they were young, they had received a secret inheritance, which was some Ultimate Martial Arts of the Netherworld Palace. Furthermore, they had admiration for Nine Nether from the bottom of their hearts. In their view, Nine Nether was someone that could cause the entire continent to tremble by himself a few thousand years ago. Thus, the strength that Nine Nether possessed was absolutely earth-shattering and unparalleled.
Holding his chin with one hand, Nine Nether's eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life as he constantly knocked his finger on the throne, indifferent to the worship of those people below.
Before a true expert, no matter how many people there were, they were merely ants. The reason why Nine Nether needed them to return was so that he could contend with the so-called disciples of the righteous sects. He did not have any hopes of relying on them to achieve great things.
"Honor Demon, now there are tens of thousands of disciples from all over the world. The weakest among them is at least at the level of Renyuan. As long as you give the order, they will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
Beside Nine Nether, a person covered in a black robe spoke with a hoarse voice. His silhouette had completely fused with the darkness, and there wasn't the slightest bit of disharmony.
Hearing the words of the person beside her, Nine Nether's face was as calm as water. No one could tell what she was thinking.
"Black Robe, now that we've made a comeback, do you think those damned fellows will do the same as before? They would rather risk their lives to stop our plan." Nine Nether's attitude towards the person beside him had clearly become much better. Although his voice was still a little cold, as if it had come from the depths of hell, it was still better than ignoring him.
The person called Black Robe revealed a pair of gloomy eyes. He looked at the crowd of people worshipping him and let out a strange laugh.
"These ants are naturally of no help to our great cause. However, many a little makes a mickle. As the saying goes, even ants can bite an elephant to death. If they can help us clear some obstacles, it can be considered as a great contribution." Black robe did not have the slightest bit of scruples. His voice was extremely loud and clear, allowing the people below to clearly hear him. However, everyone revealed an expression as if it was only natural, and there was not the slightest bit of anger in their hearts.
"Those so-called righteous sects have been hiding in our Holy Land for so many years, and many authoritative figures have slowly changed their thoughts. I believe that as long as you wave your arm, those people will know what's good for them, and it's impossible for them to resist as intensely as they did in the past." Black Robe's gloomy words sounded as if it was only natural.
From this, one could tell that the Netherworld Palace had not rested for so many years, and had made many preparations to welcome Nine Nether's return.
All of this was naturally the work of Black Robe. The chaos that shook the continent for thousands of years was planned by him. Even Nine Nether was suppressed by those experts, and he had made preparations in advance. No matter how the Righteous Sects searched, they still couldn't find any traces of him.
Moreover, as soon as he heard the news of Nine Nether's return, he immediately revealed himself and rushed here without stopping, ready to give his master advice again.
It had to be said that the thoughts of the Demonic Sects were completely different from ordinary people, and Nine Nether was undoubtedly the evilest of them all. Even some of the Demonic Sects had deep fear for this man from thousands of years ago from the bottom of their hearts.
To the people of the Netherworld Palace, there were only two types of people in the continent. One was the people of the Netherworld Palace, and the other was the dead.
Thousands of years ago, they had planned for so long just to allow Nine Nether to make a breakthrough in his cultivation, and they wouldn't hesitate to pay any price for it. But who could have expected that so many Righteous Sects would join hands with experts that stood at the pinnacle of cultivation, and even after sacrificing their lives and spilling their blood, they still managed to stop their plan at the critical moment.
At this moment, the expert that had been sealed for thousands of years had once again returned, and the entire continent would definitely live under his shadow.
Just the news of his return caused countless Righteous Sects to feel uneasy, and they even felt an irresistible emotion in their hearts.
Nine Nether's strength had yet to fully recover. He had been sealed for far, far too long. The incomparably long years had left him with only a spiritual body. Even though Black Robe had long since made preparations for him by providing him with countless origin power-replenishing elixirs that allowed him to reconstruct his body in an extremely short period of time, it was still far from enough to contend against the experts of the continent.
"The Netherworld Palace needs experts, and the strength of these ants is far from meeting my requirements. Make some preparations and put them all into the Abyss for tempering." Nine Nether's voice resounded throughout the entire space.
The so-called Abyss was undoubtedly an existence akin to purgatory on earth. It was said that the Netherworld Palace had always believed in the law of the jungle. The disciples thrown into the Abyss had no food to replenish themselves, and they had to rely on the corpses of their companions to survive. They had to eat their flesh and drink their blood in order to obtain the qualifications to survive.
The experts that were tempered through this method were naturally extremely cold-blooded, and those of the Righteous Sects usually wouldn't be their match even if they joined forces.
Such a cruel method of nurturing experts didn't cause any resistance. On the contrary, the fanaticism on the faces of those below grew even more intense after hearing Nine Nether's words.
To them, being able to experience the Abyss was undoubtedly a shortcut to rapidly increase their strength, and they were willing to pay any price for it.
"As you command."
Black Robe revealed himself from the darkness and bowed towards Nine Nether on the throne.
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