Hearing this, the King Of The Underworld fell silent for a long time.
He had left the Underworld when he was very young, and was tricked into coming to the human world. He had never left the Fiend Prison since then.
Yet, he had experienced many earth-shaking events and unimaginable encounters.
None of those were as impactful as what Jing Jiu had just said.
Recalling the conversation between him and Jing Jiu earlier, the deeper meaning had gradually surfaced. It was related to his wish.
The King Of The Underworld laughed out loud and reached out his right hand toward the flowering tree one hundred feet away.
The shapeless soul-fire broke off a few flowers like a finger, and then held the stems and brought them to the front of Jing Jiu.
"The flowers should be plucked straight away, not waiting for the spring breeze to warm the house," said the King Of The Underworld.
"It's a good poem," said Jing Jiu.
"Isn't your evaluation a little too careless?"
The King Of The Underworld continued, "Do you have a name for the method of the Sword Ghost created by using the Control of Soul-Fire?"
Jing Jiu shook his head. He had never intended to give this method a name, because he was the only one who could use this method in the past and the future that he could see.
The King Of The Underworld said, "I have thought about this question occasionally over the last three years. What do you think about calling it the Underworld Fairy Sword?"
In a sense, this new method of the Sword Ghost was created by Jing Jiu and the King Of The Underworld together. It was quite appropriate to have both the Underworld and the Fairy in its name.
Moreover, the Underworld and the Fairy were two completely different and contradictory concepts, but they seemed to be very compatible when put together, giving off a feeling that they were made by nature.
However, the Fairy Sword was indeed an arrogant name.
"It's a good name," commented Jing Jiu.
This evaluation was quite sincere.
The King Of The Underworld smiled faintly, and didn't say anything more. He waved his hand to see Jing Jiu off.
The crisp sound of a bell came out from the dark cloud, and the lightning flashed slightly, as if it was a farewell.
Jing Jiu took one step forward and stepped into the darkness outside the broken cliff.
The verdant valley instantly turned into countless colorful spots of light, and then the colors faded, turning into a monotonous world of black and white.
Jing Jiu didn't turn around to look. He closed his eyes and began to feel the traces he had left behind.
There was no concept of time or space in the Taichang Prison, but this was only an approximation and not an absolute. Otherwise, that dragon would have become a saint a long time ago.
After a long while, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up. He found himself back on the third level of the Fiend Prison.
In front of him was that incomparably deep and serene passage filled with astral winds and restrictive spells, leading to the Abyss.
Back then, he only needed to take two steps to the left to enter Taichang Prison.
Now he was back in the same place.
It was as if nothing had happened in the past three years. It was like a dream.
Only the footprints on the ground proved anything.
She would definitely leave a mark when she walked, and she would not be like a green duckweed that had no one to rely on.
Jing Jiu squatted down and planted the flower that the King Of The Underworld had given him into the soil. Then, he reached out to grab something tiny and sent it into the void.
Having done all this, Jing Jiu turned around and headed toward the top of the Fiend Prison.
The flower branches on the soil swayed without the aid of the wind, as if they were waving their hands to send him off.
The passage leading up was very narrow, and there was only a crack in some places.
Jing Jiu glided up without encountering any obstruction. He passed through the rock cracks like the wind, walking further and further away.
It grew darker and darker above the rock cracks. It must be the bottom of the poisonous green pond.
Looking at the spot, Jing Jiu thought of the King Of The Underworld in the verdant valley.
The King Of The Underworld didn't tell Jing Jiu all the truth.
The mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison had another purpose besides being used to suck the Soul-Fire and send it to the Underworld to prove that Jing Jiu was still alive.
If the King Of The Underworld were in his heyday, the Old Dragon couldn't do anything to him, let alone these mosquitoes. However, the idea of the Zhongzhou School back then was ingenious, or rather vicious.
After the King Of The Underworld was suppressed in the Fiend Prison, he had been in a very weak state, which was the state that Jing Jiu had seen three years ago.
In this state, the King Of The Underworld had no way to resist those mosquitoes. All he could do was let the mosquitoes bite him, and his Soul-Fire was dissipating constantly. He had no way to recover his strength.
It was the same as when he was in the snowland back then, in order to resist the severe cold, he had to consume Zhen Yuan's sword fire.
If this situation continued, the King Of The Underworld would be in such a weak state forever, until he became a dry skeleton after a long time.
Jing Jiu helped him learn the method to expel the mosquitoes, which was tantamount to giving him an opportunity.
From the standpoint of the human race, Jing Jiu shouldn't give the King Of The Underworld this opportunity. But he didn't refuse it, because he knew what the King Of The Underworld intended to do.
It was the same as when Shi Fengchen committed suicide in front of Jing Jiu. Jing Jiu could have prevented it, but he didn't.
Jing Jiu had always respected the last choice of life.
It was because life and death were the most important.
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The Fiend Prison was sometimes like an encirclement.
The people inside the prison wanted to go out, but the people outside the prison wanted to come in.
As Jing Jiu was about to leave, and as the King Of The Underworld was determined to be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the Fiend Prison to change all this.
A few days ago, the Pure Heaven Bureau sent a serious criminal into the Fiend Prison. It was said that he was a strategist of Bulao Lin. He couldn't cultivate, but he was very dangerous.
In the deep end of the rocky mountain on the top level of the Fiend Prison, a middle-aged man stood in front of the door of a cell, waiting silently.
He was not the strategist of Bulao Lin, but a letter sent by Prince Jing Xin through the chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau.
Now that he was the letter itself, he had no idea where the letter was to be delivered.
The door of the cell opened slowly, and an old man appeared in front of him.
It was extremely dark in the Fiend Prison, devoid of light. But the appearance of the old man could be seen clearly, because the old man was glowing.
The old man's hair was messy, piled up like wild grass, and two protrusions could be vaguely seen on his hair, looking a bit eerie.
The middle-aged man was baffled, wondering why an old man suddenly appeared here since there were no guards in the Fiend Prison, only puppets.
The old man said expressionlessly, "Come out."
The middle-aged man intended to say that his feet were locked by the shackles, but he found the shackles had been unlocked when he lowered his head, so he followed the old man out hastily.
The crazy yelling and singing could be heard everywhere on the cliffs. As for those conscious prisoners, they didn't dare make any sound when they saw the old man.
The old man looked at the cliffs in the dark night. The crazy yelling and singing suddenly stopped. Then he turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "Whom do you want to send the letter to?"
The middle-aged man said, "I don't know whom this letter is for, but it looks like it's for you."
"Do you know who I am?" the old man asked expressionlessly.
The middle-aged man shook his head.
Bulao Lin was fully aware that Prince Jing Xin wouldn't dare conceal it from the Zhongzhou School. As such, no matter who he sent, he would be closely monitored the moment he entered the Fiend Prison, and it would be impossible for him to do anything. Yet, the middle-aged man didn't intend to do anything. All he wanted was a letter.
Whoever picks up this letter will be the recipient.
"Content," the old man said.
The middle-aged man said, "A ghost has come to the Fiend Prison."
The old man revealed a cruel and mocking expression in his eyes, "It looks like you really don't know who I am; otherwise, you wouldn't have said such a ridiculous thing."
Nothing that had happened in the Fiend Prison could be concealed from him.
Having said that, the old man didn't pay any more attention to the middle-aged man, heading toward the deep end of the Fiend Prison. The light and shadow created by his body lingered in the air for a long time.
He came from the broken cliff to the scorching hot second level of the Fiend Prison, and then came to the mountain stream full of green moss.
The middle-aged man knew that he was on the verge of death.
The old man pushed him off the cliff.
The middle-aged man fell into the pond on the cliff, and started struggling while waving his arms.
Soon, the flesh on his arms fell off, exposing the white bones.
A terrified expression showed on his face, and then it festered, turning into a more horrifying scene.
It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pond, without even leaving his bones behind.
The old man still felt hungry, feeling dissatisfied.
Then, he felt surprised. It was because the letter sent by Bulao Lin had the same message.
"A ghost has come to the Fiend Prison."
He looked down at the green pond expressionlessly, hoping that this ghost could satisfy his hunger.
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