During the latter half of his stay behind closed doors in Aoyama, Jing Jiu had already calculated the trip to the Fiend Prison.
If nothing unexpected had happened, he would have returned to Aoyama noiselessly and lay on the bamboo chair by the cliff edge of Shenmo Peak, waiting for the news from Zhaoge City.
Yet, something unexpected had happened. Someone predicted that Jing Jiu had sneaked into the Fiend Prison and informed the Zhongzhou School.
That person should be Senior Brother.
He had a general idea of what his Big Brother intended to do, and he had also figured out how he should leave the Fiend Prison. As such, he had been waiting for that event to happen.
If the Old Dragon chased after him crazily when he left the Fiend Prison, the populace in Zhaoge City would suffer great casualties.
He did not care about the world, nor did he want the world to suffer because of him.
Though he was fully aware that destroying the Fiend Prison would cause a great commotion and attract many swordsmen of Chaotian, he still did it.
The earthquakes in Zhaoge City continued, and the Imperial court evacuated all the residents of the city. This was what he had been waiting for.
Then, he began to wait for the King Of The Underworld.
When he left the verdant valley, he received a gift from the King Of The Underworld — a bouquet of lilac wildflowers.
This was an accidental decision he made after practicing for three years in the Fiend Prison, and it was not something he had thought of when he stayed behind closed doors in Aoyama.
It seemed that this accidental decision had become his greatest hope for leaving the Fiend Prison.
The bouquet of lilac wildflowers was swaying in the wind.
The wind had already picked up, and it was time for him to leave.
"I hope you like the gift I prepared for you."
Jing Jiu told the old man.
The old man sneered and said, "That's impossible! Even if you really find the King Of The Underworld, you won't be able to guide him because you're too weak. "
Jing Jiu stood up slowly and looked at him without saying a word.
The old man shouted sternly, "This is impossible! Even if you can leave an anchor point on the other side, he won't be able to come out because he's weaker! "
Jing Jiu said, "Those mosquitoes haven't eaten his soul fire for three years."
The old man's expression became extremely unsightly as he said, "This is impossible!"
The mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison were troublesome even for the White Ghosts, so they were not easy to deal with.
The method Jing Jiu used to help the King Of The Underworld seemed simple, but it was not.
Under the situation where he was isolated from the heaven and earth, he was still able to utilize Ōzawa's Wind and Rain Taoist Art to maintain the stretch of dark clouds for a long period of time, and he was even able to draw out lightning from within the dark clouds. Even though there was the effect of the bell, it still relied more on his comprehension and grasp of the truth of the heaven and earth.
This level of comprehension and mastery could only be achieved when one reached the Heavenly Connection Realm.
Whether it was finding the King Of The Underworld, leaving a mark on the Nirvana Realm, or driving away the mosquitoes, they were all things that were almost impossible to achieve.
That was why the old man said 'impossible' three times in a row.
However, Taiping Zhenren was the one who had planned all of this back then. Today, it was Jing Jiu who had come to do this.
In front of these two people, what was impossible in this world?
The old man looked at the darkest part of the night. His face was so dark that it was almost darker than the night.
What should have happened had already happened.
Jing Jiu brought the iron sword back into his body.
This was the first time he had done this.
He flew toward the night sky, his figure as fast as a ghost, and it was hard to describe.
In a few moments, he had arrived at the second level of the Fiend Prison.
This was the choice he left for the Old Dragon.
Come after me.
Or deal with the King Of The Underworld.
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In the deepest part of the Fiend Prison, on the other side of the chaotic time and space, in the green valley, the King Of The Underworld looked at the patch of dark clouds above his head in Silence.
He had been doing this since Jing Jiu left. His pupils were as gloomy as black gems, as if they would leave a mark in the dark clouds.
It was unclear when or what had awakened him. He reached his hand into the patch of dark clouds. As he pulled his hand back, the bright silvery bell was already in his palm. His movement was casual and natural, as if he were picking a fruit from a tree.
Without the bell, the dark clouds couldn't generate lightning, and the mosquitoes hiding in various places in the valley flew out in tandem.
The King Of The Underworld walked toward the outside of the valley while holding the bell in his hand.
The formation diagram was scattered by his feet.
The Magic of Wind and Rain dissipated.
The dark clouds dispersed.
Those mosquitoes came to his side. Though they were too small to be seen, their buzzing sounds were as annoying as they had been in the past six hundred years.
The King Of The Underworld didn't pay any attention to them. He stood by the broken cliff's edge, looking at the chaotic black deep sea.
The mosquitoes of the Fiend Prison landed on his body. They looked a bit crazy and dreadful after not tasting the Soul-Fire for three years.
The dark deep sea reflected in the King Of The Underworld's pupils. They were exceedingly gloomy, but a bright light suddenly glowed in his pupils.
The bright light came from the deep part of the King Of The Underworld's body. It came out from his skin and clothing and turned into countless tiny lightning bolts, killing all those mosquitoes.
The wind blew over from the outside of the cliff, and the corpses of the mosquitoes piled up like dust.
The King Of The Underworld stepped into the wind and arrived in the dark deep sea.
It was rumored that there was no concept of time and space in the Taichang Prison. In fact, it was merely a close approximation, but not the truth. The dark deep sea was more like a river formed by the broken pieces of time and space. Even if a swordsman in the Heavenly Arrival State fell into it, he would drift for many years if he couldn't sense the coordinates in the outside world.
If the concept of space here was vague, then where was the outside world?
No matter which side of the river one was on, one would have to go to the other side if one wished to cross the river.
The outside world was the other side.
The King Of The Underworld crossed this river, just like how he had crossed the Underworld River when he was a child, ending his drifting.
The green valley or the black and white Illusionary Realm vanished without a trace instantly.
Six hundred years later, Jing Jiu had finally left the Taichang Prison and came to the real world, though this place was still the Fiend Prison.
He saw the gloomy and long passageway leading to the Abyss full of Chaotic Wind, and he also saw a hint of purple in his peripheral vision.
There was a bunch of purple flowers among the rocks.
Before Jing Jiu left, he asked the King Of The Underworld to give him a gift, which was this bunch of flowers.
In fact, this was a gift from Jing Jiu to the King Of The Underworld.
It was the Flower of the Other Side.
The branches of the flowers swayed gently in the wind caused by the King Of The Underworld.
His spiritual soul returned to one body.
The King Of The Underworld laughed out.
It was not a joyful smile because he had escaped death.
It was a calm and determined laugh.
Back when he was besieged by the swordsmen of the human race, he was struck by a Fairy Book from the outside world, and his foundation was damaged, so he couldn't return to the Underworld. If he left the Fiend Prison at this moment, he would be besieged by the swordsmen of the human race again. In his current Cultivation state, he had no hope of escaping; he would die for sure.
What was he going to do? Cause a disturbance in the Fiend Prison?
The King Of The Underworld flew into the gloomy and long passageway.
The passageway was full of the Chaotic Wind and the stinky smell, but he didn't care.
After a long while, he had finally arrived at the end of the passageway.
There was a transparent wall at the end of the passageway. Though it looked weak, it was in fact the strongest barrier in Chaotian.
The Abyss was on the other side of the transparent wall.
It was a dark and gloomy Abyss.
The King Of The Underworld stared at the Abyss.
The Abyss stared back at him.
They had deep feelings for each other.
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