A great amount of lava broke through the huge transparent wall and poured down into the Abyss, looking like a heavenly river made of fire falling down from the sky.
Even though the Netherworld River was burning and the earth was shaking, there were still many citizens of the Underworld who noticed this magnificent and beautiful scene. However, no one could see the red carp breaking out of the river of fire and escaping into the night.
It was dark in the Underworld, and the darkness of the night was blurred; but the flames were everywhere. The Fire Carp was like a small spray in the Underworld River at the moment, barely noticeable.
Standing on the head of the Fire Carp with his hands folded behind his back, Bai Zhenren arched his eyebrows slightly while looking at the black cliffs downstream of the Underworld River.
Countless soldiers of the Underworld had been poisoned to death by the green smoke in the cliffs. There was a colorless tree on the high platform and a Buddha looking at the rushing Underworld River in Silence.
Sensing the energy from the large Buddha, the Fire Carp exclaimed in terror, "Who is that?"
"Cao Yuan," replied Bai Zhenren.
The Fire Carp had talked with Tong Yan about the situation in the Cultivation world when he took in Tong Yan one hundred years ago. As such, he knew this name. "Why did he come down here? Is the Immortal here to kill him? "
Bai Zhenren said, "Even though he has fought twice today, it's still not easy to kill him. Moreover, he has done so much for the human race; why would he be killed? "
The Fire Carp thought that no matter how high his Cultivation state was, he wouldn't dare act so arrogantly in front of the Buddha and speak in such a manner … As he was criticizing Cao Yuan in his mind, he suddenly sensed the energy exuding from Bai Zhenren and thought of the Fairy Book, feeling a chill again. He pressed his lips together reflexively, not daring to say another word.
Among the black cliffs many miles downstream of the Underworld River, Cao Yuan sighed while looking at the corpses on the banks of the Underworld River, his iron broadsword was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost.
He suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look at the distant night sky. He saw the river of fire descending from the sky, and he also saw the spark that was gradually dying.
The amount of seawater falling from the sky of the Underworld was decreasing. It seemed that the Giant had changed the passage of heaven and earth that had been changed by Taiping Zhenren back to its original state. The gust of strong wind had also gradually subsided. It should be Bu Qiuxiao's doing. Since the crisis of the world's destruction had been resolved, why did it suddenly change? What was that distant spark?
He turned to look at the colorless tree on the high platform, intending to negotiate with the Underworld Master one last time; but he found that the Underworld Master was nowhere to be found under the tree.
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The Netherworld River meandered endlessly, flowing slowly between the black earth. Occasionally, a strong wind would blow past, blowing away the rocks and dust on the surface of the water, and sparks would fly.
This looked similar to the magma river at the bottom of the Gatherer Valley, but in fact, they were two completely different things. The Fire Carp swam restlessly in the river, sensing the indistinct pulling force and the smell of the soul-fires hidden in the river water. He calmed down gradually after he was certain that he couldn't be harmed.
This was a desolate place in the Underworld. It was because the Netherworld River would pass through a few Soul-Fire Caves here. There were no towns or tribes by the river bank, and there was not even a trace of the inhabitants of the Underworld living there.
The Netherworld River flowed out of the Soul-Fire Cave. A fat man was kneeling on the white stony beach on the opposite side, looking like a pile of flesh.
In comparison to the short inhabitants of the Underworld, the Grand Priest of the Underworld looked very fat.
The Grand Priest was the most powerful figure in the Underworld. He had contended with the Underworld Master for more than one hundred years after the death of the King Of The Underworld, but he was defeated by the Underworld Master in the end.
The most fundamental reason for his defeat was that the Zhongzhou School, which supported him, was suppressed by the Aoyama Sect, which supported the Underworld Master.
The last battle in the Underworld had ended at the same time as the destruction of the world in Taiping Zhenren. Unexpectedly, the Underworld Master couldn't find him at all. Instead, he was kneeling on the white stony beach, waiting for his master.
Bai Zhenren asked expressionlessly, "Is everything ready?"
The Grand Priest said, "All the formations have been mastered. The green smoke can be used at any time."
"The Underworld Master?" asked Bai Zhenren.
The Grand Priest said, "He is the personal disciple of Taiping Zhenren. There is no reason for him not to help us."
The Fire Carp had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter. "It's impossible!" he shrieked, showing a terrified and incredulous expression in his eyes.
"The right path in the human world is the vicissitudes of life."
Looking at the Underworld illuminated by the river of fire, Bai Zhenren felt like he was looking at his own human world.
"If we want to turn the ocean into a mulberry field, why can't some people die?"
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The cloud and fog had melted under the golden light, and the figure had vanished without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, many deep wrinkles appeared on the Immortal Tan's broad forehead, as if he had aged a great deal.
He pulled back the Pagoda of Suppressing Devils and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Everybody thought that Bai Zhenren was dead, and they thought it was the price the Immortal Tan had to pay, or a mental injury.
Few people heard what Jing Jiu said in the end.
The Immortal Tan heard it, but he didn't say anything after shooting a glance at Jing Jiu. He turned around and stepped into the empty space, arriving on the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School.
The cloud boat took off slowly and left Tianguang Peak, heading toward the north under the starry sky.
Because of what had happened that night, the Zhongzhou School would have a huge internal conflict, and the school might even be in turmoil. However, at the moment when everybody thought that Bai Zhenren was dead and the Immortal Tan was still alive, it was the common choice of all the Cultivation practitioners of the Zhongzhou School, and it was the only choice they could make.
Seeing a few cloud boats of the Zhongzhou School turning into black dots under the starry sky, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects had a complicated feeling.
"Let's call it a day," said Jing Jiu.
The rain had stopped a long time ago, and it was evident that Jing Jiu did not intend to keep them here. The Cultivation practitioners of various sects came to the front of Tianguang Peak in tandem and bid farewell to him after bowing to him.
The Kunlun Sect and other sects in the north were the first to leave, followed by some small sects that were not so famous, and then the sects that were on friendly terms with the Aoyama Sect, the Ōzawa Sect, the Platanus Sect, and the Mirror Sect left. Jing Yao intended to stay, but Jing Jiu waved his hand to stop him. Duke Lu could tell that Jing Jiu was in a bad mood, so he led the Emperor on the way back to Zhaoge City.
Que Niang stood by the cliff's edge with the help of Zhao Layue; she didn't leave with her colleagues of the Mirror Sect.
The grave voice of Shui Yue Nunnery came out from the small green curtain sedan, "What is going on?"
"I don't know," said Jing Jiu.
The small green curtain sedan drifted up, heading to the east along with the starlight.
The disciples of Aoyama were the only ones left around Tianguang Peak.
Headed by Guangyuan Zhenren, the elders and disciples of the nine peaks bowed to the ground in the direction of Tianguang Peak, saying in unison, "Greetings, Immortal Sect Master."
"You're all dismissed," said Jing Jiu.
This meant that they should go back to their respective peaks.
Chi Yan stepped forward and said hesitantly, "Immortal Sect Master …"
It was then that the crowd remembered that Shanghai Peak had been flattened by the Fairy Lady Bai Ren; where should the disciples of Shangde Peak go?
Countless gazes were fixed on a spot in the distance.
There used to be a cold peak covered with snow all year round, but there was only a patch of black ground left on it now.
The starlight shone on the peaks, as if adding the color of the snow to the ground.
Without the isolation of the Great Formation of Aoyama, the scenery in front of them was so real, and so uncomfortable for the disciples of Aoyama.
"Why don't we let the disciples of Shangde Peak rest in the Hall of Sword Washing for a while, and we'll discuss it tomorrow?"
Said Gu Qing as he walked to the back of Jing Jiu with his severely wounded body.
"Let's do it then."
Jing Jiu threw the silver whip in his hand down the Tianguang Peak.
The silver whip fell among the peaks and turned back into the Stream of Sword Washing.
The stream was gurgling, and a crisp sound was heard, as if the whip had lashed on a hard object.
All of a sudden, Nan Wang's cry of surprise was heard on the top of Tianguang Peak, "What's wrong with you?"
The crowd followed her line of sight and were startled.
A bloody line appeared on Jing Jiu's earlobe, as if it was about to break.
The crisp sound of "Pa" came from this spot.
A drop of blood oozed out from the bloody line, like the red tears shed by a beauty before she left her parents.
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(I'm busy these days. I try to write every day.)
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