Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 484 - 130: In the World of Wentian, Who is the Supreme Immortal?

Chapter 484: Chapter 130: In the World of Wentian, Who is the Supreme Immortal?

Netherworld Life and Death Illusion Realm.

A man in a black robe, towering like an ancient tower, stood upon an ancient altar, holding in his hand a silver-white soul token.

This soul token, merely the size of a palm, now acted like a screen, projecting all that was within the Yuan Ci Secret Realm.

Only certain areas, enshrouded by the Power of Heavenly Mechanism, eluded observation; the rest lay clear as day.

The towering man’s eyes flickered with nebulous flames as a terrifying Netherworld aura poured from his being.

"Qingyan, what do you think?"

The voice of the towering man was hoarse, carrying an ominous force.

As he spoke, his gaze pierced into the void, but no figure appeared in the emptiness.

Not until the man’s brows furrowed slightly, and a grave note colored his ghostly face, did a ripple finally disturb the void.

A human woman emerged.

Enveloped in an aura of profound mystery, she stood peerless like a demoness, her beauty commanding the reverence of all creatures, as even the divine might feel shamed in her presence.

Her arrival seemed to breathe peerless vitality into the darkened world.

Her figure attained an extreme perfection of proportions, her ravishing allure and astonishing demeanor synthesizing humanity’s quintessential grace.

Everything about her was impeccable, even a mere furrow of her brow could shake the soul.

Even this woman’s father felt the impact upon seeing her again, a brief spell of infatuation crossing his mind.

"You’ve gathered all the merits of the extraordinary women of the Ten Thousand Realms, born with the Power of Space-Time, possessing the rare Space-Time Constitution and training in the Power of Time. Even I, Father King, can barely withstand your charm; I feel somewhat ashamed in your presence."

Initially displeased, the towering man’s discontent vanished as the woman appeared, and his words even carried a hint of respect.

"Father King, everything is within our calculations. Despite some events deviating wildly from the overall plan, we’ve always held the initiative. The process doesn’t matter; we only need to control the outcome."

The woman spoke indifferently, her voice devoid of emotion, but the towering man listened with comfort.

He sighed in relief, "That’s good to hear. With your words, Qingyan, Father King can rest assured. Indeed, I was deceived by the ever-changing situation, forgetting that my daughter is the most intelligent being in the Ten Thousand Realms," said the towering man softly.

The woman’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the praise.

Her slender hand waved effortlessly, sweeping out Netherworld Power that harnessed the laws of time and snatching the soul token from the towering man’s grasp. She glanced over the projected scenes on the token with a contemplative look in her eyes.

"This man, whether in cunning, methods, or intelligence, is quite good. If it weren’t for precautionary reasons, bolstering the Soul Token of the Netherworld Eight Soul Envoy Baichun with feedback from the Netherworld Ancient Array, we might have been at a disadvantage this time. I shall personally seize the Yuan Ci Secret Realm."

The woman mused briefly before speaking out.

The towering man was slightly taken aback, "No, the Holy Daughter’s Life Soul is not yet under control, and you, with the apex constitution of the Ten Thousand Realms, only lack one Life Soul to be perfect, so it’s not appropriate for you to appear. I will project a Void Body into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb and seize the Yuan Ci Secret Realm.

"When Jiu Que, that waste, and the Netherworld Queen ’Frost Snow’ fight Saint Yao to mutual destruction, then I will intervene. With my ability, even if it’s just a projection, slaying a few Saints will be as simple as breathing, not to mention when they are both already weakened?"

The man spoke arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, the woman nodded thoughtfully and whispered, "All should be well. However, Father King, beware of the Evil King. He who did not perish at the hands of ’Divine Fist Li’ must not be so easily defeated."

"Even if he doesn’t die, he doesn’t have much combat power left. Rest assured, I will take care of this. The Yuan Ci Secret Realm is a Supreme Treasure of the Netherworld Palace, containing a great secret. We must seize it. Whoever intervenes shall all be slain, transformed into the lowliest spirits of the Netherworld, suffering for ten millennia in the eighteen layers of Purgatory Space."

The man’s voice was grave and stern.

The woman did not reply, merely gazing intently at the light screen of the soul token in her hand.

On the screen, a man in a black robe radiated the ultimate power of the Netherworld with a Thunder Seal on his forehead and possessed a charm that was both evil and bewitching, compelling her to take a second look.

Especially those eyes, as black as the abyss, that caused her to momentarily lose her composure.

Moved, she discreetly threw the soul token away, her figure disappearing into the world like a ripple of light.

"This Zhou Yan... is very strange..."

The man, towering like a black tower, also glanced at the bizarre-looking youth in the light screen, furrowed his brows and fell into thought.

As he pondered, suddenly, a Netherworld Eight-carried sedan chair materialized out of nowhere, appearing right here.

"Hall Master, the maid of the Yaochi Sacred Land Holy Daughter, Zhou Ping’er, and the Life Soul she was carrying have been returned to the main hall of the Netherworld Palace and are now in the hands of Netherworld Seven Soul Envoy Seven Night."

This Netherworld bowed respectfully and said.

"Mhm, I understand, you may leave. Keep that maid temporarily sealed within the eighteenth layer of the Purgatory Space and temper her will with the Soul Killing Chains. Within a year, she will cooperate with us in refining the Life Soul."

"Yes, Hall Master. Your servant Ba Huang will take care of it immediately."

After speaking, the Netherworld transformed into particles like waves of light and dissipated into nothingness.

"The path to the Plane has yet to open; is it because the Power of Space-Time is not sufficiently mastered? Time, space, the rules of the universe, Original Dao... What must be done to open the path to the Plane? Is it connected to the Nine Origin Reincarnation? Why... is a large part of my memory missing and impossible to recover? What secrets lie within?"

After the Netherworld Eight Soul Envoy Ba Huang left, the Netherworld Palace Master’s face showed a sense of age, unable to help muttering to himself.

Everyone thought he possessed god-like abilities and must be a peak-level expert, free of worries and anxieties, yet no one knew that before becoming a Divine-level Expert, all his memories had been erased.

Who had erased them? And how had it been done? These questions were a perpetual enigma in his heart.

Even the identity of his daughter Mu Qingyan’s mother was unknown to him; everything was like a strange Illusion Array. He saw the end but could not see the process or the cause.

"Perhaps, only by breaking through to immortality and achieving Supreme status can the mystery be unraveled... And to become Supreme, possessing the Yuan Ci Secret Realm gives a tremendous advantage."

The Netherworld Palace Master murmured to himself, his gaze falling upon the light screen, where the killing intent in his eyes erupted furiously— any Life Form that dared to snatch his Yuan Ci Secret Realm would be turned to ash, with no remains left!

...

Guanghan South Mansion.

A woman in white, hovering above the estate, stood in the sky like a ghost, her expression indifferent as she looked down at the ancient city.

"May I know the purpose of this Fairy’s visit?"

A man in white appeared above Guanghan South Mansion, looking at the woman in white. He felt an extremely familiar sensation in his heart, yet he was certain he had never met this woman before, prompting him to ask.

His voice conveyed an inexplicable gentleness, not only free of oppression towards the woman but also seemingly inherently friendly.

This only deepened his confusion, as he too noticed that the woman possessed the strength of the Fourth Sword Tribulation Refinement and carried an undercurrent of formidable Abnormal Treasure aura capable of threatening, even slaying, a Nine Origin Sword Saint.

When had he ever crossed paths with such a figure?

"Qian Yao, even though I don’t look the way I did in the past, have you forgotten me? I am Bai Ying, now here to guard my master."

The words of the woman in white were cold, and her tone carried no trace of respect due to a Saint, seemingly indifferent as if speaking to any ordinary Cultivator.

"What, you, you’re Sister Bai Ying?"

Saint Yao’s face shifted dramatically, and he was taken aback, as if he couldn’t believe it.

"I thought you would have forgotten about your Sister."

Bai Ying’s voice carried a note of sarcasm, unabashedly disrespectful.

"My goodness, don’t you realize that ever since the Nine Origin Reincarnation Ancient Array descended from beyond the skies and the Sword Ancestor Star lost control even over the Thunder Origin Sword God, everything has changed beyond the Power of Time! I, but a mere Saint, am struggling to survive; what more can I do? As for your master, I have actually been taking care of him in secret... Otherwise, with the capabilities of those people, to kill a genius who hasn’t even reached the Sword Tribulation Realm would be as easy as crushing an ant. It’s just a pity that we’ve lost his whereabouts now..."

Qian Yao forced a bitter smile, his words filled with helplessness.

Hearing this, Bai Ying fell silent for a moment before saying, "’Who among the Supremes of the worlds below is Immortal?’ Once, this question traveled through the Cosmic Galaxy and reached the planes above the universe, leaving a legendary tale that shocked all of the Sword Ancestor Star. Now, ’without a God, Saints do not emerge.’ Are you breaking the covenant? You should know the Thunder Origin Sword God is already displeased. After all, the Sword Ancestor Star is born from the fusion of his Chaotic Ancient Path and the Star Soul of an Ancient Star. Even though he lost control, he is still half a master."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yao’s face paled, yet he simply sighed and said, "Absolute power leads to absolute decay. Not to mention, now the Sovereign Saints rule, the Divine Realm remains hidden, and some who believe they’ve grasped a thread of the Divine Origin Path think they can control the world, control the road of Nine Origin Reincarnation. I am more aware of this situation than you, Sister, but I choose to be silent deliberately. Firstly, my strength was severely weakened by Divine Fist Li Zhong and hasn’t recovered, barely stronger than an ordinary Nine Origin Sword Saint. Secondly, I hope when things become uncontrollable, a powerful force will emerge to settle the chaos."

"Understood. It seems I have wronged you. However, you’re now a Saint, while I am still stuck where I am, merely at the Fourth Sword Tribulation Refinement with inferior strength, indeed unqualified to speak against you."

White Fox Bai Ying sighed, her tone carrying a touch of loneliness and melancholy.