Along with the thunderous booms, a great amount of blue seawater poured down from a high place. As the seawater landed on the ground of the Underworld, it created a tremendous impact, which was no different from the rocks falling from the sky. It destroyed the hills by the shore instantly and then gushed into the Underworld River.
Looking at the green smoke drifting in all directions and in the sky, Tong Yan asked expressionlessly, "What are you going to tell the Emperor when he comes back?"
"My idea is different from the Emperor's. It's true that we don't need sunlight and rain, but I don't want to be trampled on by your human race all the time. "
The Underworld Master came to Jing Jiu's side and looked at the chaotic and dreadful world at the bottom of the cliff, saying, "The world is on the verge of an unprecedented change. Be prepared to embrace it; otherwise, everybody will be swallowed by this torrent."
"It's the destruction of the world," Tong Yan said while turning to look at his eyes, "Are you sure you can do it?"
The Underworld Master said, "Most of the swordsmen of the human Cultivation circle will attend the ceremony of Aoyama today. It's the best opportunity for us to break through those passages."
"Then what?" pressed Tong Yan.
"Then, as you can see, a great amount of seawater will fall into the Underworld from the whirlpool, like a rainstorm that you humans can't even imagine."
The Underworld Master displayed a determined and determined expression on his face. "Look," he said while pointing to a spot in the sky, "a strong wind will follow."
At the highest point of the dark world, at a certain spot in the Abyss, the space had suddenly become distorted.
It was the rapid airflow, and it was the wind blowing over the surface of Chaotian.
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The wind was whistling incessantly in the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor. The willow trees by the lake were half above the surface of the water; it was a beautiful scene.
Xiao He sat by the window, her face pale, which made the earring on her earlobe look even redder.
The wind suddenly grew stronger. A few strands of it came in through the formations around the courtyard, making the window quiver slightly, tousling the black hair in front of her forehead and the earring.
The earring swayed slowly and turned into a red feather the size of a finger soundlessly, drifting out of the window along with the wind.
Xiao He had no idea what had happened. Looking at the turbulent waves on the surface of the lake, she felt even more bewildered.
The delicate red feather floated out of the window, over the stone path between the cottages, over the pond, over the white goose on the pond, and into the depths of the forest.
This was the most heavily guarded school in Yimaozhai. Bu Qiuxiao's closed-door training place was only a few hundred feet away.
The garden, streams, and flowering trees around the study were all formations that Yimaozhai was best at, but none of them could stop the red feather.
Xi Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes. His face revealed an angry expression. He knew that things were not good, so he dashed away.
Unfortunately, the realm of that red feather was too high. By the time he sensed it, it was already too late.
There was an ordinary-looking study in the depths of the courtyard.
Bu Qiuxiao was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, with a book open in front of him. His clothes were fluttering even though there was no wind. His breathing was calm and long.
Dozens of days ago, he had entered a true state of emptiness. His spirit traveled between heaven and earth and comprehended the supreme profundities.
Before the final moment of becoming a Saint arrived, he would remain in this state and would not be aware of any movements outside his body.
A leaf fell into the pond of the study, creating countless beautiful ripples.
The red feather drifted into the study noiselessly under the cover of the ripples. It arrived in front of Bu Qiuxiao along with the wind and drifted over slowly.
He was on the verge of becoming a Saint, and his body was as strong as a magic treasure. However, it was cut open by the seemingly soft feather.
A tiny crack appeared on Bu Qiuxiao's finger without making any sound.
It was the index finger of his right hand, which was used to hold the writing brush at the highest point. It was unknown how many sages' writings he had written.
A drop of blood gushed out from the crack.
Xi Yiyun and a few old scholars of Yimaozhai rushed to the study as fast as they could, and happened to see this scene.
They didn't know what had happened, but they felt a strong sense of uneasiness. They started to set up the formation again hastily, and at the same time, employed the Aoran Vital Energy to stop Bu Qiuxiao's bleeding.
But it was too late.
The drop of blood on Bu Qiuxiao's right index finger suddenly dissipated, turning into a faint blood mist and spreading to the surroundings of the study. It wasn't obstructed by those formations at all.
The faint blood mist drifted to the sky. It didn't take long for it to touch the real wind.
A loud bang resounded!
The mountains and rivers around Yimaozhai were all dyed red, as if the setting sun had come to the human world ahead of time.
The most terrifying thing was that the whistling wind was also dyed red, as if the whole world was on fire.
The gale, which was already dreadful, became even more violent at the moment. The formation of Yimaozhai was forced to show itself, giving off creaking noises as it struggled to hold on.
The scholars and disciples of Yimaozhai and the guests of various sects didn't know what had happened. They walked out of their cottages one after another, and were stunned speechless when they saw the strange phenomenon in the sky.
Xiao He stood up by the window in a daze. She looked at the bloody gale in the sky and sensed the even more dreadful power of heaven and earth. She covered her mouth subconsciously.
"The direction of the wind has changed!" an old scholar suddenly shouted in a trembling voice.
Countless cries of alarm rang out in Yimaozhai.
The wind in the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor had never ceased.
The whole of the Cultivation circle was well aware that the wind came from the Underworld in the deep end of the earth, and was extremely violent and dreadful. It would turn into a harmless wind and enter Chaotian after traveling for thousands of miles and being tempered by the smooth water surface and the steep valleys.
The grandmaster of Yimaozhai chose to establish his sect here not only to suppress the passage leading to the Underworld, but also to protect the populace from disasters.
But the wind had changed its direction that day! What was going on?
The lotus flowers on the surface of the lake were lifted up by the sudden change of the wind and smashed to the other side of the lake. For a moment, a series of cracking noises could be heard.
In a short time, tens of thousands of lotus flowers had been smashed into powder after their branches were cut off. It was a terrible scene.
A terrifying shriek could be heard in the deep end of the lake. Many ink-black snakes fled to the distance, creating huge waves in the lake again.
At the distant entrance of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor, a great deal of wind was pouring in. Xiao He's Inn had turned into ruins.
In the deepest part of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor, where the stony mountain leading to the Underworld was located, the wind was even more dreadful, as if all the wind in Chaotian had gathered there.
There were many cracks in the stony mountain, and the passage leading to the Underworld was located at the deep end of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor. The formation of Yimaozhai was used to suppress the wind.
A great deal of strong wind poured into the stony mountain. The edges of the cracks were visibly softened and then turned into powder.
Those formations had also dispersed.
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"The Immortal has used the blood sacrifice to form the Heavenly Slaying Formation to change the passage of heaven and earth forcefully and let the seawater enter the Underworld. After that, he has breached the Stone Bell Mountain in Yimaozhai and let the strong wind enter the Underworld. The wind will help the fire, and a great deal of fog will be generated."
The Underworld Master gazed at the Underworld River along with the wind in the high sky. He said while pointing to the green fog, "As you have guessed, the fog is poisonous. When it comes to the ground, it will kill all the mortals."
Tong Yan said with a pale face, "It's like a stove; he intends to put the whole human world on it."
The Underworld Master said, "The Immortal had said that heaven and earth are the stove, and everything is the bronze. No matter whether it's the humans or the Underworld, how can they move forward without going through this tempering process?"
Tong Yan asked, "Now we have the bellows and the stove, but what about the flue gas? Is it the Heavenly Well by the East Ocean? "
The Underworld Master said appreciatively while looking at Tong Yan, "It's said that you're the best at calculating in the Zhongzhou School, and the Aoyama Sect has relied on you a lot. You're indeed extraordinary."
Tong Yan said, "Then you people are destined to fail."
The Underworld Master said, "It's because that place is guarded by Shui Yue Nunnery and the Guocheng Temple at the same time. You probably don't know that the Immortal had been the Chief Monk of the Guocheng Temple. "
"But he has underestimated someone," Tong Yan said.
The Underworld Master said with a small smile, "The Immortal has never underestimated anybody."
"No," Tong Yan said, "no matter how much you value that person, you will find that you have underestimated him in the end."
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The seashore of the East Ocean was still tranquil.
Neither the endless blue seawater pouring down from the distant ocean toward the Underworld nor the strong wind blowing madly into the underground from the deep end of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor had the time to affect this place. However, the fading yellow amulet paper slips and the scripts on the cliff walls had alerted the people of the Guocheng Temple and the Shui Yue Nunnery.
A dozen elders and disciples of the Shui Yue Nunnery arrived on the other side of the mountain. Soon after, the highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple had also arrived by the seashore of the East Ocean. They saw a shocking scene: the formation suppressing the Heavenly Well had become much weaker, and a great deal of dark and dreadful energy was spreading out to the outside world.
The dark and cold energy from the Underworld froze the wild grass by the cliff's edge into frost, and then spread to the distance.
In the deep end of the wild grass, the Chief Monk of the Script Preaching of the Guocheng Temple and the Nun Shui Yue Nunnery were also frozen into a thick layer of ice.
The sunlight penetrated the layer of ice and illuminated their faces. The corners of their lips could be vaguely seen moving slightly; it was unclear if they were reciting the scripts or reciting the spell.
What was going on?
The people of the Guocheng Temple and the Shui Yue Nunnery were extremely shocked. They tried to repair the formation, but they found that they couldn't pass through the dark and cold energy of the Underworld.
The ground suddenly quaked violently. The broken rocks fell down from the cliff walls, and the frozen wild grass broke off inch by inch. A loud thud could be heard from the underground.
In the deep end of the ocean, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had opened his eyes. His hands formed a whirlpool with the ocean water, and he pulled them back slowly.
A huge hole appeared on the cliff wall in the deep end of the ocean, with countless dead fish floating around it. They were the innocent lives crushed to death by the violent undercurrent.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the Great Grandmaster's eyes were full of joy and complacency.
He was very satisfied with his previous palm strike, which was no better than this at his peak.
The palm strike fell.
Of the Thirty-three Levels of Heaven in the Heavenly Well, six had been broken through.
With a few more palm strikes, the Heavenly Well would be completely broken through.
However, such a powerful palm strike had consumed a lot of his Devil Breath, and he needed to adjust his Qi-circulation for a while. The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat down at the bottom of the ocean again.
A wisp of light green smoke rose from the bottom of the Heavenly Well and floated into the ocean through the crack at the bottom of the ocean.
An ordinary person wouldn't be able to smell the green smoke, but the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was in such a high state that he instantly sensed it and took a deep breath.
The green smoke wriggled like a snake in the ocean and floated to the tip of his nose. He inhaled it, and only a small amount of it melted into the ocean.
The ocean gradually quieted down. A sea turtle swam to the Great Grandmaster in bewilderment, and then quietly stopped breathing.
Smelling the green smoke and looking at the dead sea turtle, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect knew that the Immortal's plan had succeeded. A maniacal smile appeared on his face, his eyes extremely bright.
At the moment, he looked like a drunken old man or a toad who had absorbed the fairy energy.
That sea turtle was the first life form in Chaotian to be poisoned by the green smoke of the Underworld, and this was merely the beginning. As long as the Heavenly Well was broken through, it would form a perfect passage between heaven and earth with the Huge Whirlpool and the Windy Corridor. Nobody would be able to reverse the process, not even the fairy ladies.
As more and more seawater poured down from the Huge Whirlpool, more and more wind poured into the Underworld through the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor, and more and more flames in the Underworld would rise, more green smoke would be produced. The green smoke would kill more and more lives after passing through the Heavenly Well and reaching the ground. No matter where they hid in the ocean or in the mountains, they couldn't escape death.
In addition to Chaotian, the Penglai Island and the distant Dongyi Dao couldn't escape this disaster either, and even the distant Alien Land would be covered by the green smoke in the end.
The green smoke would be purified by heaven and earth after a few decades or a hundred years, and all the mortals would die by then.
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"It's not that simple," said Tong Yan. "The green smoke is spreading everywhere in the Underworld. To send it to the surface of Chaotian through the fixed passage requires a large formation, and it will take a long time to prepare such a formation."
"The Immortal has started preparing for it since he came to the Underworld for the second time. Think about how many years it will take. And I'm the executor of the plan for the Underworld. " The Underworld Master went on, "This is the biggest difference between me and the Grand Priest. In his eyes, all the creatures in the Underworld are his slaves and his property, so he doesn't want any of them to die. But I'm different."
Tong Yan said, "I've always thought that you were too weak in front of Aoyama over the last one hundred years. It turns out that you're using it to conceal your true purpose."
The Underworld Master said to him with interest, "You're indeed good at calculating and calculating. It's thanks to your help that I could defeat the Grand Priest so easily. But I don't understand why you suddenly came to the Underworld again. Did you calculate all this?"
"Jing Jiu might be able to calculate all this, but I don't have such an ability. When I play chess and encounter a situation that is too complicated for me to calculate, I'm used to making decisions based on my intuition."
Tong Yan went on, "I didn't calculate anything back in the Scenery Garden, but I thought I should come to the Underworld to take a look. So I came here."
The Underworld Master remarked sentimentally, "This kind of intuition on the Go board is truly a formidable thing. Fortunately, your Cultivation state is not high enough, so you can't change anything even if you come here."
"My calculation is not as good as Jing Jiu's, but I still have some ability. At least I won't make the most basic mistake. If I can't change anything even if I come here, why did I come here in the first place?"
A small ancient bell appeared in Tong Yan's right hand.
The pupils in the Underworld Master's eyes shrank abruptly. His blue cloth tousled without the aid of the wind, bringing his body drifting to a distant place.
Tong Yan's finger landed on this small bell.
Whoosh!!!
The sound of the bell echoed on the high platform in the cliff.
The violent wind whipped up, and it was dark and gloomy. Even the flames in the distant Underworld River on the ground were suppressed.
The Underworld Master let out a grunt and crashed heavily against the cliff wall, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
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(I've canceled the trip to Arshan because I was too tired from driving. I'm going home early. I've written some accounts about this trip and posted them on r:.) :
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