After a short while, Liu Ming's expression suddenly became cloudy, before revealing an expression of pleasant surprise.
"Master, what's going on?" The Scorpion and Fei 'er looked at each other and cautiously asked.
"This place is the legendary Ninth Netherworld! This person is the ruler of the Ninth Netherworld — the Fiend Race. "Liu Ming said with a chuckle.
"I've heard that the Ninth Netherworld is extremely mysterious. Ordinary cultivators can't enter it unless they're lucky! Congratulations, Master! "The Scorpion was startled when he heard this, but he immediately smiled and congratulated Liu Ming.
Liu Ming slightly nodded, feeling quite excited in his heart.
He had always been thinking about the last few layers of the Dark Bone Method and the water of the Styx River. Now, there was finally hope for him to find them.
"Master, this Ninth Netherworld no longer belongs to the Evil Ghost Realm, right?" Fei 'er was also surprised when he heard this.
"That's right. Although I don't know what kind of connection there is between the Ninth Netherworld and the Evil Ghost Realm, we have indeed left the Evil Ghost Realm. The strange yin qi that you felt before is naturally not ordinary yin qi, but the real netherworld qi. "Liu Ming nodded to him and said with a smile.
"So it's Ninth Netherworld Qi. No wonder the Yin Qi here is so pure and different from the Evil Ghost Realm. However, since it is also a type of Yin Qi, I can have a full meal!" An elated look appeared on Fei'er's face as he rushed over to an area with the densest Yin Qi nearby and began to devour the Yin Qi in large gulps.
Liu Ming then looked at the Scorpion and motioned for it to also absorb some Netherworld Qi.
This pure Yin Qi was something that could only be encountered by luck for the two spiritual pets. Perhaps it would be of great help to their future cultivation and breakthrough bottlenecks.
In the following time, Liu Ming sat down cross-legged and quickly organized the other information he had obtained from the soul search.
According to the information he had obtained from this person's memories, the Fiend Race that ruled over all living beings in the Ninth Netherworld were mainly divided into two groups. One group was born from the pure Ninth Netherworld Qi here, while the other group was formed from the spirituality of powerful beings from other realms.
The appearance of the two groups was similar to that of an ordinary human, but the latter's appearance was roughly the same as when they were alive, and they could still retain some memories from before they were reincarnated.
Generally speaking, most of the Fiends in the Netherworld Realm had been born on their own. There were far fewer Fiends that had been transformed from other realms. However, the Fiends that had been transformed from other realms were generally more powerful.
Generally speaking, the strength of a Fiend's future cultivation base depended on the density and purity of the Netherworld Qi in its birthplace, the strength of the Netherworld Sun when it was born, the time it awakened its awareness, and the level of the Netherworld incantation it practiced. As for the Fiends that had been born, their cultivation base would also be affected by how much spirituality they had retained during the transformation. The more spirituality they retained, the faster their cultivation base would advance.
"The Nether Sun!"
A thought seemed to occur to Liu Ming as he looked up at the "sun" in the sky, which was now only as thick as a crescent moon, and was slowly filling up. A hint of enlightenment flashed across his face.
The Nether Sun was the "sun" of the Ninth Netherworld Realm. However, it emanated the purest Yin aura, and as time passed, it would change from waxing and waning to waxing and waning, just like the moon in the outside world. This greatly affected the density of the Yin Qi in this realm. It was also the foundation of this realm, and was often worshiped by the Fiends as a sacred object.
Just like the outside world, the Ninth Netherworld Realm worshipped the strong. Plus, to compete for all kinds of cultivation resources, the Fiends had never stopped fighting among themselves.
Aside from the Fiends, there were also a large number of Specters scattered in every corner of this realm.
Compared to the Fiends, the strength and intelligence of these Specters were very low. Furthermore, the Specters' ability to absorb Netherworld Qi was vastly different from the Fiends', and their cultivation bases were also much slower. Therefore, they were often kept as pets by the Fiends, and were treated like spirit pets by the Fiends in the outside world.
However, these Specters were controlled by the Fiends' exorcism magics, and didn't have a contractual relationship with their masters, like cultivators and spirit pets. Therefore, once their masters died, or a more powerful Fiend appeared and cast a more advanced exorcism magics, these Specters could turn on them at any time.
Of course, this was only under normal circumstances. There was a very small chance that some of the Specters would be as powerful as Fiends, and their intelligence wouldn't be any less than that of Fiends.
Since they had been driven around by the Fiends for a long time, these powerful Specters held a deep grudge against the Fiends. Once a powerful Specter took the lead, they would band together and form forces that opposed the Fiends.
On the whole, the Fiends were not weak, and they had all kinds of exorcism magics, so they were able to suppress all kinds of Specters. However, some Specter forces could often defeat the Fiends by relying on their absolute advantage in numbers.
However, once that happened, the Fiends would immediately stop fighting among themselves, and join forces to kill or expel the Specters that posed a threat to them.
With this thought in mind, Liu Ming's eyes were filled with confusion and complex emotions.
From this, it seemed that the Evil Ghost Realm's Evil Ghost Legion was a powerful Specter force that had been expelled from the Netherworld to the Evil Ghost Realm by the Fiends.
If that was the case, it was very likely that the Profound Enlightenment realm Profound Ghost was a powerful Specter force that only appeared once every ten thousand years in the Netherworld!
These were only his one-sided guesses.
From the current information, the entire Nine Nether Realm was vast and boundless. It was said that there were a total of nine great Nether Realms, and each of the Nether Realms had a vast territory. Moreover, each of them had a Nether King with a profound cultivation. In the Nether Realms that the Nether King governed, there were also many forces formed by the Fiend Clan.
On the one hand, these Fiend forces submitted to the Dark Kings in their respective realms, and on the other hand, they frequently fought each other for resources.
Most of the Fiend forces occupied a city, and their leaders, who were the city lords, were at the Celestial Phenomenon realm. Their subordinates ranged from the Liquid Level to the Jin Dan stage, and they served the city lords by completing all kinds of tasks in order to obtain resources for their survival or cultivation.
In other words, the strength of a force was closely related to the number of powerful Fiends under the city lord's command.
Naturally, the Fiends that had just been born in the Netherworld Qi, or those that had been converted from other realms, became the main targets of the Fiend forces.
After all, once they managed to recruit Fiends with great potential, they would play an immeasurable role in the continuation and expansion of their forces.
For this reason, some of the larger Fiend forces would send their subordinates to guard the places where Fiends were born, and recruit, or even capture new Fiends to strengthen their forces.
This had become a tacit understanding among the Fiend forces. Naturally, the Dark King wouldn't interfere.
However, the birth process of the Fiends was very mysterious. Once disturbed, they would very likely mutate and turn into Specters, or even perish. Therefore, there was an unspoken rule in the Netherworld that all Fiend forces could only wait around the Fiends' birth sites. Otherwise, they would be hunted down by all the Fiend forces in the Netherworld.
The place he had arrived at through the mysterious vortex in Spirit Eagle Hill of the Evil Ghost Sect happened to be within the range of a Netherworld Altar, which was the birthplace of the Fiends. Adding the fact that he had practiced the Tiger Dragon Hell Art and the Dark Bone Incantation, his physique and aura were very similar to that of the Fiends, he had been mistaken for a newborn Fiend by one of the Fiend forces, and had been captured as soon as he had left his birthplace.
The person who had captured him was called "Yin Han". According to the memories he had obtained, he was a foreign Fiend who had been recruited by the city lord of Cold Moon City and stationed in this remote place. He didn't have much contact with the outside world, so it was only natural that very few Fiends were familiar with him.
After fully digesting this information, Liu Ming took a look at the unconscious "Yin Han" on the ground, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. After a while, he suddenly crouched down and started searching his body.
After a long while, two gray and somewhat shabby looking bags appeared in his hands. One was a gray identity token, and the other was a dark and gloomy ring.
These two bags were the Ghost Repelling Bags that were specially used to store Specters. However, they were of relatively low quality, and each could only hold a few dozen Specters at or below the Liquid Level.
As for the identity token, it seemed to be made of some kind of special metal. It was cold to the touch and very heavy. The front of the token was engraved with some strange spiritual patterns, with the word "Yin Han" written in the middle and "Cold Moon" written on the back.
Liu Ming casually put the bags and the identity token on his waist. Then, he released his Divine Sense to scan the thumb ring, and was slightly surprised.
This Pseudo Core stage Fiend was indeed very poor. Not only was the storage ring only about three meters wide, but there were also a dozen or so gray stones in it, and there was nothing else in it.
"Nether Stones."
Seeing this, Liu Ming's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but smile bitterly as he thought of the same kind of stone he had seen near the altar not long ago.
This kind of seemingly inconspicuous gray stone was actually the currency of the same sex in the Netherworld Realm, "Nether Stones". It could quickly replenish the Yin Qi of a cultivator, and according to the density of the Yin Qi contained in it, it was also divided into low, middle, high, and top grade, which was similar to the Spirit Stones in the outside world.
Among the dozen or so Nether Stones this person had, except for six of the middle grade, the rest were all low grade Nether Stones.
Thinking of this, Liu Ming couldn't help but look back at the gray fog that he had come from. Most of the Nether Stones near the altar seemed to be low grade and not very valuable, so it wasn't worth wasting time to go back the way he came.
Liu Ming shook his head. After putting the stones back into the thumb ring, he casually put it on his thumb. Then, he raised his hand, and a purple sword light flashed out, directly cutting Yin Han in two.
Then, he released a fireball and turned the two halves of Yin Han's corpse into ashes. Then, he took out the Thousand Transformations Cloak and put it on, muttering something.
After a burst of black Qi, Liu Ming's figure disappeared, and in his place was a seven-foot-tall man with slightly gray skin, who looked exactly the same as the previous "Yin Han".
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