Sensing the arrival of Jing Jiu, that person put down the wooden ladle he used to water the plants and turned around to look at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said, "In comparison to the other places of the Fiend Prison, this place is like the fairy realm."
"For us, the human world is the fairy realm, and this prison is ultimately in the human world."
That person's skin was extremely pale, as if he hadn't been exposed to the sunlight all year round.
For some reason, he had neither eyebrows nor eyelashes on his face. His face was extremely smooth and pale, even a bit transparent.
His eyes were very big, and the pupils occupied a larger area, looking like black almonds or bottomless pits. It was quite eerie.
When the wind blew over the flowers and grass, making a sound, his ears would turn along with the sound, and he could see clearly that his eyes were also very large.
The most eerie part was that there seemed to be a great deal of light hidden in this person's body, which would emit from time to time through his colorful clothing and neck.
These were the typical characteristics of the devil men of the Underworld.
That was why he had said that the human world was the fairy realm.
The devil men of the Underworld would disguise themselves when they appeared on the ground once in a while, but he had no need to disguise himself in the Fiend Prison where nobody came to investigate.
Seeing Jing Jiu walking toward him, he let out a faint smile on his pale face, but it was unclear what it meant.
Jing Jiu walked past the flowering shrubs and arrived in front of him.
That person was a bit short, reaching the height of Jing Jiu's shoulder, but he had an extraordinary bearing, as if he were a king.
"This should be the first time you have seen a human in the last six hundred years, and the first time you have spoken to a human. Under such circumstances, you actually spoke the human language …"
Jing Jiu said to that person, "Your state of mind is really outstanding. I have seldom thought highly of anyone in my life, but you are one of them."
That person said, "Your Cultivation state is so low, but you can find this place without being discovered by that dragon. This is truly outstanding."
With their Cultivation states and experiences, they didn't need to use pleasantries or compliments to test each other, so what they said was true.
Jing Jiu said, "Even that dragon shouldn't be able to discover what has happened here."
That person said, "That's right. So you can say whatever you want to say."
"I'm not here to rescue you," Jing Jiu said.
That person said, "You aren't a citizen of the Dark Clan. Of course, you won't save me."
"How did you know?" asked Jing Jiu.
That person looked at Jing Jiu's protruding ears and said in a self-mocking manner, "When I first saw your ears, I really thought that those useless officials had finally thought of a way. But when you came closer, I realized that you were so beautiful. I think you must be one of those demons from the foreign continent. They don't like my people."
Jing Jiu said, "It feels strange to hear you call yourself 'Zhen'."
That person's eyes flickered, shining like a black gem. He asked, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said, "If you hadn't left the Underworld and been captured back then, you would naturally be able to call yourself the King Of The Underworld. However, you didn't have the time to ascend the throne."
Hearing this, the man was not angry and said, "Although I don't know the situation in the lower bound, I think the throne of the Underworld is still empty today."
Jing Jiu said, "As far as I know, that should be the case."
That person said, "Besides this emperor, who dares call himself the emperor? In this case, I'm still the King Of The Underworld, regardless of whether I ascend the throne or not. "
Jing Jiu said after some thought, "What Your Majesty said makes sense."
It was true that this important figure of the Underworld locked in the Fiend Prison was the only descendant of the former King Of The Underworld.
In a sense, he was the current King Of The Underworld.
However, he was captured before he could ascend the throne.
Who could capture a King Of The Underworld?
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The King Of The Underworld suddenly said, "Even in the eyes of the people in the lower bound, you are extremely beautiful, both in terms of your appearance and body. But shouldn't you put on some clothes first?"
Jing Jiu suddenly remembered that his white cloth had been completely corroded by the water in the pond.
Over the next period of time, Jing Jiu had been walking naked in the Fiend Prison and drifting in that space.
If it were someone else, he might feel embarrassed, but he behaved calmly. He took out a white cloth and put it on. However, he was a bit worried because he thought that the black iron sword should have fallen into the pond, and he didn't know how much of the black iron sword would be left when he left the Fiend Prison a few years later.
The King Of The Underworld said discontentedly, "I don't like white clothes, but it's better than nothing. It makes me think of beggars."
Looking at the cloth made of various colored cloths on his body, Jing Jiu said, "In the human world, only the monks and beggars would dress like you."
"Really?"
The King Of The Underworld was surprised. He stretched out his arms to let the wide sleeves hang down, and then he turned around.
This scene reminded Jing Jiu of the time when Bai Zao turned around to let him admire him at the Jing House.
Fortunately, the King Of The Underworld didn't ask him what he thought of him. It seemed that he was satisfied with his clothes.
"Who are you?" asked the King Of The Underworld.
"A disciple of Aoyama, Jing Jiu," replied Jing Jiu.
"Oh, you are a disciple of Aoyama."
A hint of nostalgia showed in the King Of The Underworld's eyes, which were like black gems, but it soon disappeared.
"You must not be a regular disciple of Aoyama since you know this emperor is here and can find this place. Who is Taiping to you?"
Jing Jiu had thought of many things when he stayed behind closed doors in Aoyama, especially this question. As such, he answered naturally, "The Immortal is my Master."
Hearing this answer, the King Of The Underworld fell silent for a while before saying, "That's why. That's why you can find this place."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," said Jing Jiu.
The King Of The Underworld said, "I traveled together with Taiping for twenty years, hand in hand. At least we were friends at the time. You should call me uncle, but not Your Majesty."
"Yes, uncle."
Jing Jiu said calmly, without any change in his expression.
The King Of The Underworld asked, "What do you want from me?"
Jing Jiu said, "I want to ask uncle to teach me the Control of Soul-Fire."
Hearing this, the King Of The Underworld's pupils shrank like a cat in the dark.
"Do you know that the Control of Soul-Fire is the highest secret cultivation method of the Underworld? Only the King Of The Underworld is qualified to learn it?"
Jing Jiu said, "I know."
The King Of The Underworld looked at him in Silence and suddenly asked, "Why do you want to learn the Control of Soul-Fire?"
Jing Jiu said, "My Sword Phantom is different from others. It can't grow with me and can only cultivate on its own."
All the cultivators of the sword sects and the orthodox Xuanmen relied on their own cultivation to cultivate their Sword Phantom and Yuanying.
The Sword Phantom and Yuanying would gradually grow stronger as the cultivator's realm increased.
No one had ever heard of a sect's Sword Phantom and Yuanying being able to cultivate on their own.
After all, the Sword Phantom and Yuanying were part of the cultivator. Only when the cultivator died suddenly, the Sword Phantom and Yuanying could inherit the spirit and become the second incarnation.
If the Sword Phantom and Yuanying could cultivate on their own from the beginning, wouldn't it be the same as having a second self?
Would the second self … still be the same self?
This kind of thing had a fundamental conflict with the law of cultivation, so it couldn't succeed.
Since it couldn't succeed, there was naturally no related cultivation method.
Jing Jiu also couldn't think of the cultivation method of the Sword Phantom.
When he was in seclusion, his spirit left his body and fell on the black iron sword. This scene reminded him of the Soul-Fire of the Underworld.
Even the demons of the Underworld couldn't make the Soul-Fire grow on its own.
Only the legendary King Of The Underworld's Control of Soul-Fire could do this.
The word "Control" in the Control of Soul-Fire was not related to the King Of The Underworld, but to control.
After cultivating this secret method, the Soul-Fire could control the cultivator.
If the Soul-Fire could do this, what about the Sword Phantom?
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