Chapter 1 Qin Honghai's Fear

Qin Honghai felt a chill run down his spine.

That gaze was playful yet indifferent, like someone eyeing a delicious meal, wanting to devour it in one gulp but also savor it slowly.

In an instant, he felt bone-chilling cold, as if pinned down by a giant beast's claws, unable to move.

This, this was the enemy that made even the Zhenhai King feel as if facing a formidable foe?

"Hei Bai Wuchang..." (Black and White Impermanence)

Sensing those two somewhat familiar auras, An Qisheng's heart stirred, and even the Bodhi tree couldn't help but sway its branches.

He hadn't expected to encounter the legacy aura of an old acquaintance so soon after arriving in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

The Huangtian realm had six paths: the Human Path, the Earthly Immortal Path, and four others. Even if they were in the Earthly Immortal Path, it consisted of four continents, four seas, six heavens, and heavens beyond heavens.

It was vast. The possibility of encountering a trace of an old acquaintance in such a vast world was extremely small.

With those thoughts flashing through his mind, An Qisheng watched quietly.

"You..."

Qin Honghai's heart pounded, and his voice was somewhat hoarse. "Who, who are you?"

He had tried his best to raise his voice, but his words were still as faint as a mosquito's buzz, as if the courtyard was isolated from the outside world, unable to transmit sound.

"So loyal and devoted? Even in this situation, your first thought is to notify your master? And all these injuries you have were given to you by your master..."

The white-robed man spoke leisurely.

The black-robed man added, "How cheap!"

"Indeed, how cheap!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the over two-hundred-pound Qin Honghai floated over like a straw doll and landed heavily in front of them with a 'thump'.

"He doesn't seem to have anything special about him..."

The black-robed man stroked his smooth chin, somewhat puzzled. "All things are impermanent. Even Qiao Moke couldn't detect our escape technique. How could he have discovered us?

Strange, strange!"

"Examine his soul, and all will be known."

The white-robed man spoke slowly, reaching out to search Qin Honghai's soul.

"Who are you?! Even if I die, at least tell me your names!" Qin Honghai's eyes were bloodshot, never imagining that he would encounter such a calamity so soon after his stroke of good fortune.

His heart was filled with endless unwillingness.

"You have some courage."

The white-robed man paused slightly, grabbing Qin Honghai's scalp and lifting him up, bringing his face close. "The judge summons souls, and Wuchang claims lives. We are the current generation of Hei Bai Wuchang from the Netherworld Palace. Be sure to remember that!"

Buzz~

Before the white-robed man could finish speaking, a majestic and drawn-out sound, like the roaring of dragons and elephants, descended from the sky, echoing throughout the void:

"Netherworld Palace? Hei Bai Wuchang? Acting furtively, you dare to call yourselves impermanent?"

Rumble!

The sound wave was like thunder, and at the same time, it stirred up a massive surge of energy. The raging gale tore apart the solidified void of the small courtyard.

Qiao Moke stood in the sky above.

His clothes billowed wildly, and behind him, dragon and elephant shadows seemed to appear. An invisible yet tangible pressure rolled down, sealing off the vast void.

"The Great Dragon Elephant Golden Core?"

The white-robed man waved his hand, tossing Qin Honghai aside, and looked at Qiao Moke standing in the air without any surprise.

The smile on his face didn't diminish. "I heard that you fought north and south, and killed dozens of Golden Core experts. Looking at you now..."

"You're just a 'mortal' whose Golden Core hasn't even undergone its first transformation!"

The black-robed man finished the sentence.

The two stood back to back, as if conjoined twins, their techniques, auras, and even their physical bodies seemingly connected, looking extremely strange.

"The Qi Tang nations have never heard of a Netherworld Palace!"

Qiao Moke stared at the two, a strange and inexplicable feeling rising in his heart.

He had clearly sealed off the surrounding space with the aura of the Great Dragon Elephant Golden Core, but he still couldn't lock onto the auras of those two.

It was as if they were in this space, yet not in it.

This was clearly an extremely clever technique.

"The world is vast, how could it be limited to the mere Qi Tang nation? A king of a small place will always be short-sighted, unaware of the vastness of the world."

The white-robed man shook his head slightly, and the black-robed man continued, "Only this aura of blood and sin from slaughtering millions is worth looking at."

The two spoke in turns, their tones different yet like one person, without the slightest hint of panic, as calm as if they hadn't broken into someone else's home in broad daylight.

But were sitting in their own home, discussing Dao.

"Netherworld Palace?"

At the same time as a slightly grave voice sounded, the skinny old nun with a face like black iron, Lonely Moon Chan Master, also stepped into the air.

She looked at the two's strange attire, a hint of gravity flashing in her eyes:

"The Netherworld Palace was wiped out by the various sects of Southern Continent eight thousand years ago. I didn't expect that eight thousand years later, it would be revived in Eastern Victory Continent!"

"Oh, there are still people who recognize our Netherworld Palace?"

The black-robed man looked at the old nun with some surprise. "People from the Sumeru Buddhist Sect. No wonder you're so arrogant. Unfortunately, we're not afraid of you!"

"I heard that the Sumeru Buddhist Sect has three thousand supernatural powers. Did you discover our tracks?"

The white-robed man patted the non-existent dust on his body unhurriedly and smiled slightly. "That's good too. I was just about to see them."

The black-robed man laughed strangely:

"Wrong, wrong. The Sumeru Buddhist Sect suffered a great change thirty thousand years ago and has been sealed off since then. This old nun is so old, yet she is only at the third transformation of the Golden Core. I don't think she has any remarkable supernatural powers."

"You..."

The old nun Lonely Moon's pupils shrank slightly, and a great wave surged in her heart.

More than thirty thousand years ago, a drastic change occurred in the world. A rain of meteors that blotted out the sky came from beyond the heavens and fell into the four continents and four seas.

That meteor shower was extremely strange, and its appearance alarmed the various forces, including the Huangtian Imperial Court, the Sumeru Buddhist Sect, and the Great Earth Demon Abyss.

But at that time, all the gods and Buddhas did not know that that meteor shower would become the beginning of a great change in the world.

It is said that the Sumeru Buddhist Sect's sealing of the mountain was related to that change.

But that was just a legend. Even she had only seen a few words about it in some books, but she didn't expect that these two mysterious people would actually know about it.

The Netherworld Palace, is it going to reappear in the world?

"Acting mysterious!"

Qiao Moke, who was confused, saw that the two were so arrogant, and his face sank. He stomped down with a bang and punched down from above:

"No matter what your origins are, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

Roar~

The roar of dragons and elephants echoed through the sky.

Boundless spiritual energy poured in like a tide, evolving into tangible dragon and elephant shadows, bursting out with immense power.

With just one punch, the courtyard where Qin Honghai was located collapsed with a bang, the ground trembled wildly, and countless mud, soil, and rocks soared into the sky.

The massive shockwave spread out instantly.

All the approaching servants and soldiers were thrown far away, not wanting them to get close to the battlefield.

On the contrary, Qin Honghai, who was in the courtyard, was not affected, perhaps because he was too close, but his face was pale.

"As expected of someone who has rolled around in piles of dead bodies, he will destroy such a good palace if he says so..."

The white-robed man shook his head slightly.

With a casual wave of his hand, a white mourning staff soared into the sky, pushing aside the rolling waves of air and dust, and pointed towards Qiao Moke like a pillar reaching the sky:

"Unfortunately, you haven't even completed one transformation, you won't be my opponent."

Howl~~~

At the instant that sound echoed, countless wailing and howling sounds suddenly came from the void!

The sound waves raged, and in an instant, it had spread throughout the entire palace, and even roared towards all directions. In an instant, the entire city shook!

"Wuchang's Mourning!"

Hearing the wailing and howling sounds coming from his ears, the old nun Lonely Moon's heart skipped a beat. She flipped the palms of her hands clasped in front of her chest, and a string of Buddhist beads had been shot out by her.

Buzz~

Buddhist light poured down, crashing like a tide, and was accompanied by a great chanting sound to fight against the wailing and howling sounds.

"Sumeru Mountain Palm?"

The black-robed man's eyes moved, and he saw the giant palm intertwined in the vast Buddhist light. He didn't say much, and waved his hand casually.

A dark and cold soul-reaping chain broke through the air, like a roaring demonic dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards the rolling Buddhist light:

"It doesn't seem to be anything special!"

Rumble!

The four of them attacked one after another, but the collision occurred almost simultaneously.

The many servants and soldiers who had been blasted away by Qiao Moke's palm had not yet landed when they heard a shocking roar resounding in the sky.

Some people looked up and saw that four-colored light filled the sky, and the clouds in the city were all flattened at once. The raging shockwaves surged and rippled, making for a spectacular sight.

The city's formations and restrictions were instantly activated, but they were still shaken by the shockwaves of this burst of energy.

For a time, there was a great commotion in Linxi City, and various soldiers and patrols were dispatched to suppress the unrest.

Unsuccessful in one strike, the old nun Lonely Moon's face twitched, and her already dark face became even darker: "King, be careful, this demon's cultivation is even stronger than you and me!"

"Cultivation is cultivation, and fighting is fighting! If having strong cultivation would necessarily lead to victory, then this king would have died decades ago!"

Qiao Moke roared to the sky, his originally round face, like that of a wealthy man, revealed his coldness, and his blood surged like burning flames.

His cultivation was not as good as Lonely Moon's, but his physique was strong, his strength was great, and his fighting experience was far superior. Even with the rolling demonic sound pouring into his ears, he remained unmoved.

As he stepped out and punched, it seemed as if dragons and elephants followed, and he forcibly blocked the mourning staff.

Even the white-robed man was a little surprised.

In the Eastern Victory Continent and even the world of cultivation, Qi Nourishment, Talisman Receiving, Warm Nurturing, Natal, Entering the Dao, and Core Formation, these six realms are called the realms of mortals.

If a supernatural power is cultivated to the 'Core', it can be called a 'Golden Core'.

And the Golden Core has nine transformations. For each transformation, a supernatural power must be cultivated, and they must cooperate with each other. Only in this way can one advance.

This Qiao Moke is only at the Golden Core realm, but he can actually withstand his mourning staff?

"Who do you think you are?"

After a slight surprise, the white-robed man sneered again.

With just a shake of the mourning staff, it transformed into countless staff shadows, pushing aside ten thousand acres of smoke and dust, like mountains soaring into the sky, like a torrential rain, engulfing Qiao Moke within.

Boom!

Boom!

Listening to the explosions echoing in the sky, Qin Honghai, in the ruins where the dust had not yet settled, held the statue and prostrated on the ground.

He stared intently at the two mysterious people who were still standing in place, as if they had not even moved their feet, and gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, a divine sound roared in his heart!