The great battle ended in an instant, and the entire Jade Pool regained its silence. However, the Nether River Patriarch's eyes flickered as he looked at Ye Xuan in surprise. No one knew what he was thinking.
"I've underestimated you." The Nether River Patriarch was silent for a while before he suddenly spat out such a sentence.
"There are many people who underestimate me, but there are also many who fear me. You're definitely not one of them." Ye Xuan said indifferently.
As an expert among the Sage-to-be, the Nether River Patriarch was no ordinary person. Although he was arrogant, he was not ignorant. Ye Xuan did not fight him not because he was afraid of him, but because he knew that there would be no result even if they fought.
"Ye Xuan, you're qualified to be on equal footing with me. However, I have to remind you that you can't keep the Hong Meng Immortal Vapor. It will only bring a life-and-death crisis to you and the Celestial Court."
The Nether River Patriarch withdrew his aura and then strolled to Ye Xuan. He looked straight into Ye Xuan's eyes and said in a deep voice, "You should know that the Celestial Court is an existence that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun must eliminate after the birth of the Ancient Demon Court. Moreover, the Hong Meng Immortal Vapor is in your hands. Neither the Ancient Demon Court nor the Witch Tribe will let you go."
Looking at the Nether River Patriarch's solemn posture, Ye Xuan frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to say to me?"
"Give it to me. Give me the Hong Meng Immortal Vapor."
"You should know that I'm formed from the Nether Blood Sea. It's extremely difficult for anyone in this world to kill me. As long as I can become a Saint, I can promise you that I'll help you destroy the Ancient Demon Court." The Nether River Patriarch said firmly and looked at Ye Xuan with an extremely sincere gaze.
As the Nether River Patriarch's words fell, the white-robed monk's expression changed drastically. He looked at the Nether River Patriarch with an extremely solemn expression, as if he had gained a new understanding of the Nether River Patriarch.
"Amitabha!"
The white-robed monk slowly stood up and chanted a Buddhist mantra. His expression turned solemn as he looked at Ye Xuan.
"Ye Daoyou, I don't have much to say. As long as you give me the Primordial Violet Qi, I will personally go to the Ancient Demon Court and resolve the crisis of the Celestial Court."
Clearly, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had already thought it through before he left. It was unrealistic to forcefully obtain the Primordial Violet Vapor from Ye Xuan. And Ye Xuan's greatest danger at the moment was the Ancient Demon Court. He could only use this as a bargaining chip with Ye Xuan.
At this moment, the two quasi-sages were very sincere. They were definitely not trying to deceive Ye Xuan. It was just that Ye Xuan's calm demeanor gave people a sense of tranquility.
Ye Xuan was either silent or deep in thought. This made the two quasi-sages fall silent as well. They were waiting for Ye Xuan's reply.
After several dozen breaths, Ye Xuan finally looked up at the two of them. He said, "The Primordial Violet Vapor is indeed not in my hands. Friends, please leave."
Ye Xuan directly ordered them to leave. This greatly disappointed the two quasi-sages. They looked at Ye Xuan with even more reluctance. However, with Ye Xuan's cultivation, it was impossible for them to succeed even if they wanted to.
"Ye Tiandi, I must remind you that when the Myriad Demon Conference begins ten thousand years later, the Ancient Demon Court will regain control of the Three Realms. Not only will the two Celestial Emperors destroy your Celestial Court, they will also personally ask for the Primordial Violet Vapor from you. If Ye Tiandi wants to survive this crisis, only I can help you."
"Farewell!"
The white-robed monk put his palms together. Clearly, he was also giving Ye Xuan time to consider. He was the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Not only did he possess great supernatural powers, he was also an extremely difficult person to deal with. However, it was unknown how confident he was that he could help Ye Xuan survive this crisis.
The Nether River Patriarch sighed as the white-robed monk left. He did not bid farewell to Ye Xuan and directly left the Celestial Court. However, he would not give up on the Primordial Violet Vapor. He had to think of another way.
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes as he watched the Nether River Patriarch's departing figure. He seemed to be hesitating about something. Then, a look of determination flashed through his eyes.
"Friend Nether River, please wait."
Suddenly, Ye Xuan spoke softly. The Nether River Patriarch was stunned when he heard Ye Xuan's words. Then, ecstasy appeared on his face as he turned to look at Ye Xuan.
Whoosh!
Ye Xuan casually struck out a beam of bloody light that shot directly at the Nether River Patriarch. The Nether River Patriarch caught it. When he looked at the object in his hand, he was suddenly stunned and stunned on the spot.
"Nether River Diagram?"
The Nether River Patriarch enunciated each word clearly as he suddenly looked at Ye Xuan. His eyes suddenly turned gloomy as he looked at Ye Xuan with great hostility.
"Where did you get this? Where is my disciple, Blood River Disciple?" The Nether River Patriarch's voice was cold because the Nether River Diagram belonged to him. Although it was not a supreme treasure, it represented his identity as a member of the Nether Sea of Blood lineage. It was also a token that he had given to the Blood River Daoist.
The Nether River Patriarch had several senior disciples. The Blood River Daoist was his youngest disciple. Although his cultivation was not high, he was the one that the Nether River Patriarch doted on the most.
However, after more than a hundred thousand years, his disciple seemed to have disappeared from the world. Even though he had sent people to search all over the Three Realms, there was still no news of his disciple.
"When Blood River Daoist died, he gave this to me and asked me to take it to you. He hoped that you could avenge him," Ye Xuan said calmly.
In the past, the Blood River Daoist did not want to be enslaved by Yuan Ling in the Blood Sea Battlefield and died tragically at the hands of Yuan Ling. Before he died, he gave the Nether River Diagram to Ye Xuan and told him that as long as he took the Nether River Diagram to the Nether River Patriarch, the Nether River Patriarch would help him enter the Daluo Jinxian.
However, Ye Xuan did not look for the Nether River Patriarch because he was too weak at that time. If the Nether River Patriarch killed him, he would not be able to resist at all.
Now that the Nether River Patriarch was here, Ye Xuan decided to settle the matter and return the Nether River Diagram to its rightful owner.
"Who killed my Blood River Disciple?"
The Nether River Patriarch was surrounded by a murderous aura and his fists were slightly clenched. Obviously, he valued this disciple of his very much. Otherwise, his emotions would not have fluctuated so much.
Moreover, the Blood River Daoist's death was a slap to the Nether River Patriarch's face. He was a Sage-to-be and although his Nether Sea of Blood lineage could not be compared to the Ancient Demon Court and the Witch Tribe, he was not a pushover. However, someone dared to kill his disciple and did not take him seriously at all. How could the Nether River Patriarch not be furious?
"Yuan Ling!"
Ye Xuan spat out the two simple words. He stared at the Nether River Patriarch, hoping to find some clues from the Nether River Patriarch's facial expression.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan was disappointed. The Nether River Patriarch looked confused and obviously had not heard of this person.
"Who is Yuan Ling? Is he a new Sage-to-be? Or is he just a Daluo Jinxian?" the Nether River Patriarch asked gloomily.
"Come and see!"
Ye Xuan's palm and fingers moved like shuttles and Yuan Ling's appearance appeared in the Void. The Nether River Patriarch looked over.
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