After the young Wang Yi became an inner disciple of the Azure Sky Sect, his cultivation naturally advanced by leaps and bounds. It didn't take long for him to be ranked in the top ten of the Azure Sky Sect.
However, a young man naturally had his own thoughts and feelings. After reaching the peak of his cultivation and experiencing all kinds of scenery on the road of cultivation, Wang Yi's thoughts became more and more lively.
The three of them were childhood sweethearts, and they all became the pillars of the Azure Sky Sword Sect. However, Wang Yi's cultivation was the highest, and his status was also more respected. After a long time, Wang Yi also developed some feelings for Zhang Rourou.
However, the matters of love between a man and a woman in this world couldn't be explained in a few words. Although Wang Yi was indeed extraordinary, and the elders in the sect were especially fond of him, Zhang Rourou only had a special liking for Lin Zhong.
Wang Yi, who was frustrated in the field of love, left the Azure Sky Sword Sect just like that. He wanted to pursue the peak of martial arts. Only then could his heart be firm, and he would have a belief and a goal to live on in this world.
After traveling to various domains, Wang Yi had made a name for himself in the entire Black Tortoise Continent. However, when he returned to the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, he discovered that the sect that had nurtured him and allowed him to gradually become a powerhouse of this generation had already been reduced to ruins.
His true love, Zhang Rourou, was also nowhere to be found. After asking around, he found out that Lin Zhong and Zhang Rourou had already gotten married not long after he left the sect, and they even gave birth to a child.
However, the Azure Sky Sword Sect had already declined greatly in this generation. The strength of the powerhouses in the sect was declining day by day, so it also attracted the covetous eyes of the other hostile forces. Not long after Wang Yi left the sect, the Azure Sky Sword Sect was jointly attacked by the other major sects.
Thousands of disciples either died in battle or fled. There was also a considerable number of people who surrendered and became the enemy's hired thugs.
Wang Yi, who had achieved great success in his cultivation, naturally couldn't tolerate such a situation. Filled with anger, he directly went to the mountain gate of those hostile forces and completely annihilated them.
Even though those powers had already vanished into thin air, becoming ghosts under his sword, Wang Yi still hadn't been able to find out the whereabouts of Lin Zhong and Zhang Rourou. It wasn't until a few decades later, when Wang Yi had already become a hegemon of the Immortal Martial Continent, that he had mobilized all of his subordinates to investigate, finally finding out Lin Zhong's whereabouts.
Lin Zhong's talent was not as good as Wang Yi's. When the two of them met again, Lin Zhong had become a white-haired old man. When he saw Wang Yi, his face was filled with the light of liberation.
After the two of them had a conversation, Wang Yi finally understood exactly what had happened that day. It turned out that when the Azurecloud Sword Sect saw that the situation was hopeless, they wanted to preserve the last bit of incense for the sect, so they sent Lin Zhong to send some seeds to take refuge elsewhere.
However, Zhang Rourou and their children had all lost their lives in that Sect War. Because Lin Zhong was the hope of the Sect, although he was furious, he had no choice but to bring the seeds of the Sect far away and conceal his identity in an attempt to make a comeback in the future.
Now that everything had settled down, the rebuilt Azurecloud Sword Sect was also glowing with vitality. Everything was thriving, and it wouldn't be long before they could regain their prestige and take revenge.
However, all of this was nothing to Wang Yi. What he cared about the most was the girl with the sweet smile from back then. However, that girl was already dead, so Wang Yi's heart naturally contained great anger.
In his opinion, if Lin Zhong hadn't left the Sect, then Zhang Rourou wouldn't have died, so he challenged Lin Zhong.
After the two of them fought, how could Lin Zhong be a match for Wang Yi, whose strength had already spread throughout the continent? In the end, he still died.
Before he died, he only had one request, and that was that Wang Yi could protect the disciples of the Sect.
However, Wang Yi was already in a killing frenzy. How could he care about these things? In the end, he even personally buried the original disciples of the Sect.
From then on, Wang Yi became a demon and changed his name to Nine Nether, establishing the Netherworld Palace.
At this point in time, the mainland also began a vigorous cultivation reform craze. The original cultivation system was gradually unable to satisfy their search for power, and the cultivation method of Yuan Power was born in response to this.
Nine Nether had already lost the love in his heart, so he only had one goal in this world, and that was to constantly make breakthroughs. He wanted to see what the end of cultivation was like.
As the most powerful expert, despite the reform in the cultivation system, his cultivation was still at the forefront. It was so much so that he could dominate the world for a period of time, and no one dared to provoke him.
There was no limit to a person's ambition. For example, if you gave a beggar a meal, then he would want to obtain money, and after obtaining money, he would want to obtain an official position.
All of these were not enough to be described in words.
The moment that youth, who once had good intentions towards the world, fell into the demonic path, he would naturally become a great scourge of the world. As the Nine Nether Palace grew stronger, the disciples of the other righteous sects were often oppressed. For a period of time, the people of the entire continent had no way of making a living.
There was once a saying that described the days when Nine Nether dominated the world: The so-called cultivators were all in danger, and no one dared to be sure that they wouldn't become the souls of the Netherworld Palace's disciples.
Under such circumstances, the righteous sects had no choice but to ally together in an attempt to fight against the Netherworld Palace's forces.
During those dark times, there were only two forces in the world, one was the Netherworld Palace, and the other was the alliance of many sects. But even so, they could only barely maintain a balance with Nine Nether. Everyone was afraid that Nine Nether's cultivation would make another breakthrough, and if that happened, the entire world would become a sacrifice for Nine Nether's ambition.
The Old Ancestors of the four righteous sects personally set up a trap to lure Nine Nether into the trap.
At that time, Nine Nether thought that his cultivation was extremely powerful, and he was also arrogant. He didn't even think about it, and the entire continent must have heard of what happened after that.
Under the sacrifice of the Old Ancestors of the four sects, the three Old Ancestors were directly sacrificed, and the choice of fate was handed over to the Old Ancestor Bai and Nine Nether. Once the Old Ancestor Bai succeeded, the continent would once again usher in thousands of years of peace.
The Immortal Martial Continent, which had been breathing for thousands of years, was once again tied with a rein because of Nine Nether's return. Everyone felt suffocated, and the entire continent was about to fall into a new reign of terror.
… …
Nine Nether, who was sitting on the throne, slowly came back to his senses. The reminiscence and gentleness in his eyes turned into coldness. He stood up from the throne and headed towards the Abyss Purgatory with his hands behind his back. He wanted to see the current cultivation of the Netherworld Palace's disciples.
This was a forbidden land that caused people to tremble with fear, and almost no cultivators dared to step into it.
However, this Abyss Purgatory that was filled with snakes and scorpions, and miasma was currently filled with countless Netherworld Palace's disciples fighting with all their might.
Their faces were filled with unnatural excitement, and they even revealed happy smiles when they sent their weapons into the bodies of their fellow disciples.
This was the law of the Netherworld Palace that had been passed down for thousands of years. The law of the jungle was vividly reflected in the Netherworld Palace. In comparison, the methods of those righteous sects to nurture their disciples couldn't be any easier.
No one was responsible for the situation of this Abyss Purgatory, but every disciple who joined the Netherworld Palace was filled with the desire to kill. It was either the enemy's death or their own life.
In their hearts, they firmly believed that only by experiencing extremely powerful tempering would they be qualified to follow the Palace Master and charge into battle for him.
To them, who believed in Nine Nether, the purpose of life was to exist for the sake of killing …
Nine Nether's body floated up into the sky and stood at a high point, coldly observing the situation in the abyss below. The strange thing was that none of the disciples below could detect his presence.
The Abyss Purgatory was already littered with corpses of disciples wearing the Netherworld Palace's uniform. Not a single one of them was intact, and most of them were injured. However, this further stimulated the desire to kill in their bones.
The dense smell of blood wafted into their noses. If the disciples of the righteous sects were here, they would be so frightened that their faces would turn pale and they would vomit non-stop. However, to the believers of Nine Nether, everything seemed so natural.
Unknowingly, the black-robed man had already arrived beside Nine Nether, and he revealed a sinister expression as he looked at the scene of Abyss Purgatory below. He looked exceptionally detestable.
"Palace Master, give me another ten years, and these disciples of the Netherworld Palace will be invincible. At that time, the entire continent will belong to you."
The black-robed man's eyes flickered with excitement as he stuck his tongue out and licked his pale lips. He seemed to have already foreseen the scene of the Netherworld Palace dominating the continent as his body trembled.
"I don't want the Deer Chasing Continent. As long as I can reach the pinnacle of my cultivation, what does the fate of the continent have to do with me?" Nine Nether's deep voice resounded in the black-robed man's ears. Thereafter, the black-robed man's face instantly turned pale and he no longer dared to speak.
Different from the tense atmosphere of slaughter here, at this moment, all the famous leaders of the Immortal Martial Continent were gathered in one place.
The experts of the Four Great Profound Domains and Spirit Domain were all filled with worry. The news of Nine Nether's return had caught them off guard. Although the strength of the various sects had undergone an earth-shattering change after thousands of years of recuperation, the strength of the various sects had undergone an earth-shattering change.
One must know that every single one of the four old ancestors had basically touched the boundary of the Dao Comprehension Realm, and their strength was much stronger than the current leaders of the various sects. However, even with the four of them joining hands, they still couldn't kill Nine Nether and could only suppress him.
Now that the man that had once caused a bloodbath in the continent had returned, the fate of the continent was completely in the hands of these people.
If the disciples of the younger generation of these sects saw that their ancestors, whom they revered as gods, were now running around in circles like ants on a hot pan, what would they think?
"Everyone, the Netherworld Palace has risen from the ashes. Although we have been constantly suppressing them for thousands of years, there are still many that have escaped the net. If they gather again, the entire continent will once again welcome a calamity." A white-haired old man said to all the experts present.
The current development of the matter had already reached a critical point. Everyone's heart was extremely heavy, and no one had the confidence to say that they could contend against Nine Nether.
"Sect Master Qing Ming, I feel that the vitality of Nine Nether is greatly injured. If we don't take this opportunity to kill him, it will be an extremely troublesome matter when he recovers. What do you all think?" A middle-aged man with a graceful and luxurious appearance sat there with a noble aura surging from his body.
This person was the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the royal family that ruled over the Central Region.
"Emperor Zhou, you are the strongest amongst everyone here. In your opinion, what are the chances of us winning if we join hands and face Nine Nether head-on?" Another sect master spoke out.
Hearing those words, the corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty's emperor's mouth revealed a trace of bitterness as he slowly shook his head.
"Although all of us have reached the Manifestation Realm, and there are even some that have faintly touched the threshold of the Dao Comprehension Realm, it's a completely different world within and outside the sect. A few thousand years ago, Nine Nether had already reached the Dao Comprehension Realm. His current strength is not something that we can fathom. "
Hearing the words of the Great Zhou Dynasty's emperor, everyone fell silent. How could they not understand that even if they could be considered as the most powerful people in the entire continent, there was still a gap between them and the four old ancestors back then.
Nine Nether was a monster that had survived until now even after the four old ancestors had joined hands.
Everyone's heart was extremely heavy. As they looked at each other, they realized that no one had a better idea.
They were currently in the Great Zhou Dynasty's royal palace in the Central Region.
For thousands of years, these famous sects had dominated an area and their forces were extremely powerful. There was rarely a chance for them to gather, but every time they did, it meant that the continent had reached a critical juncture of life and death.
The previous few disturbances were usually loud thunder but small raindrops. Just a little bit of effort would be enough to completely eliminate those threats. However, the current situation was completely different. Nine Nether's fame was too great.
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