Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 316 - 316 315 Burying in the Old Land

316: Chapter 315 Burying in the Old Land 316: Chapter 315 Burying in the Old Land Impossible!

Ye Xuan directly dismissed this speculation.

Because Ye Xuan was very clear that he had personally created the Netherworld, and the name was also of his own choosing, even if five hundred years had passed in the world, regardless of whether it was Fat Huang or Wu Jue Xian and the others, they absolutely wouldn’t dare to take it upon themselves to change the name of the Netherworld.

“Young man, Wu Jue Xian isn’t the Vice Mansion Master of the Netherworld, so what’s this Cultivation Alliance about?” Ye Xuan smiled and asked a young man beside him.

“What Netherworld?

I’ve never heard of it.

Have you just come out of some deep mountains and forests, not even knowing about the Cultivation Alliance?”

The young man looked at Ye Xuan with a strange expression, his eyes filled with scorn, finding it ridiculous that the other party didn’t know about the Cultivation Alliance.

“The Netherworld is gone?” Hearing the young man’s reply, Ye Xuan mumbled to himself, sensing that matters were becoming complicated.

“What about this Netherworld and Underworld – are you mentally unsound?”

Seeing Ye Xuan’s confused expression, the young man truly feared Ye Xuan might be insane, taking several steps back to maintain a safe distance from him.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a point of Immortal Light aimed at the young man’s brow, and a great amount of memory surged into Ye Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness, while this strange scene went completely unnoticed by the surrounding people, treating Ye Xuan and the young man as if they were thin air.

A dozen breaths of time passed.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his expression gradually growing gloomy as he came to understand some history from the past five hundred years.

The young man, from whom Ye Xuan had extracted memories, turned to ashes and dissipated into the void with the wind, unable to cause even the slightest ripple in Ye Xuan.

According to the memories Ye Xuan took from the young man, there indeed was no existence of the Netherworld.

Five hundred years ago.

Nature’s spiritual energy revived, a massive number of humans became true Cultivators, and within a hundred years, they had exterminated the Blood Soul Strange Beasts, a period that was named the Creation.

But there was a puzzling point in the young man’s memory.

Five hundred years ago, there was a blank period of ten years that seemed completely erased, with no one knowing what had happened during this decade.

Even in historical records, the notes on these ten years were mentioned in passing, simply stating it was a dark and turbulent time, with Blood Soul Strange Beasts rampant, pushing humanity into dire straits.

Only with the emergence of the Cultivation Alliance were the Blood Soul Strange Beasts eradicated, and a large number of Cultivators joined the alliance, replacing the nations around the globe.

As technology coexisted with cultivation, the Cultivation Alliance grew stronger, and the Human World flourished ever more.

Yet in the world, there was simply no trace of Ye Xuan, with neither Eastern nor Western histories documenting anything about Ye Xuan, let alone something called the Netherworld.

When Ye Xuan finished extracting the memories of the young man, he had confirmed one thing, that five hundred years ago, when he left the Human World, someone intentionally erased his history, and for some reason, even the Netherworld had vanished from the annals of history.

“Interesting, really quite interesting!”

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, showing no sign of anger, but when his eyes opened and closed a cold and piercing Immortal Light flashed by, sending a chill down one’s spine.

Ye Xuan didn’t care about empty fame; back then, he had spread the art of cultivation and led the world into a high-speed evolutionary era, planting a seed of hope for the entire globe.

Although Ye Xuan didn’t care for empty fame, that didn’t mean others could dismiss his existence.

He would like to see who was so bold, not only to erase his existence from history but also to even make the Netherworld vanish from this world.

With one step, he disappeared into the magical city amidst flowing Immortal Light, as clouds of darkness rose under his feet.

…

Jiangnan City!

The homeland where Ye Xuan had once lived was long gone after five hundred years.

What did Ye Xuan see?

Desolate lands, collapsed cities, with a surplus of broken structures everywhere, as if they were telling Ye Xuan of the desolate history over the past five hundred years.

With a grim expression, Ye Xuan stepped down from the sky, he walked over each piece of land, no longer seeing the familiar buildings and homesteads of yesteryear.

As Ye Xuan walked through the desolate land, with each step he took, the atmosphere of this world became more solemn, until millions of dark clouds gradually filled the sky, and terrifying heavenly thunder wreaked havoc amongst the clouds.

Boom!

A myriad of Heavenly Thunders violently exploded, and that azure thunder light tore through the Heavenly Vault, torrential rains pouring down mightily, yet failing to dampen even a single thread of Ye Xuan’s clothes.

When an Immortal grew wrathful, Heaven and Earth turned upside-down!

Not to mention Ye Xuan, a Luotian Mystic Immortal of great stature!

As his emotions surged to extremes, he directly affected the Heaven and Earth Laws across a million miles, causing this world to undulate with his mood.

The million-mile expanse of the Heavenly Vault swayed, endless void twisted, centered on Ye Xuan, that endlessly pulsing Luotian Immortal Light rippled outward—if not for Ye Xuan’s utmost suppression, a cataclysm capable of ending the world might have unfolded.

Walking through the rain, cloaked in Immortal Light, until Ye Xuan arrived in front of a dilapidated courtyard, complex emotions surfaced in his eyes.

A trace of contentment, a touch of desolation, and an abundance of nostalgia—Ye Xuan’s eyes were filled with an intricate mix of feelings!

He, quietly gazing at the ruined courtyard, his eyes opening and closing to reveal nothing but the weight of age and solitude, and perhaps also those warm memories of the past that could not be dispelled.

Ye Xuan quietly observed the courtyard as the Immortal Light around him gradually faded.

The rust-streaked iron gate, now corroded by the relentless erosion of time, and the collapsing grandeur of the walls, the tiled rooftops in the courtyard showing gaping wounds—perhaps before long, they too would crumble to ruins.

This place was once Ye Xuan’s home in Jiangnan City, where he grew up—a site of many childhood memories.

Ye Xuan pushed open the rust-eaten iron gate, which with a dull thud fell to the ground, breaking apart upon impact.

A self-mocking smile flickered through Ye Xuan’s eyes—for the barely five hundred years that had passed had eroded the familiar gates of memory out of existence.

Stepping in, under the serene sky, Ye Xuan calmed his turbulent emotions walking across every inch of the land that was once home, yet he could no longer see the familiar sights from before, met instead by an overriding sense of decay.

Tables and chairs were rotten, walls severely cracked, an ancient television beyond recognition, the photos on the wall faded and obscure—no longer displaying any portraits of him with his family.

Ye Xuan, hands clasped behind his back, appeared calm and lonely, as he stood in what used to be his childhood home, as if feeling something profound.

Day turned to night, stars shifted across the sky.

Seven days and nights passed with Ye Xuan remaining motionless, until, on the eighth day, the first rays of dawn fell upon his face, prompting him to gradually open his eyes.

“Erasing the existence of the Netherworld, obliterating the entire Jiangnan City, all just to erase the history of my existence, and yet you dared not touch my ancestral home—you truly feared me, didn’t you?” Ye Xuan said calmly.

Ye Xuan was no fool; the entire Jiangnan City lay in ruins, yet his ancestral home still stood—a testament that the destroyer of Jiangnan City was aware of Ye Xuan’s existence, familiar with his legend, and ultimately did not dare to lay a hand on his ancestral home, allowing it to wither with time.

“Seas into mulberry fields, time is merciless, five hundred years pass in the blink of an eye—let me personally lay to rest the past that has gone by.”

Ye Xuan spoke amidst the calm, with Luotian Immortal Light rippling around him, and a terrifying event ensued.

Boom!

The million-mile Heavenly Vault was grievously disturbed, endless Heavenly Thunder descending, shattering the whole of Jiangnan City to pieces, including Ye Xuan’s ancestral home, which was not spared.

“Wind comes!”

Heavenly gales howled forth, taking away with them Ye Xuan’s last traces of longing.

“Rain arrives!”

Cascading rain transformed into a hundred-thousand-mile river, cleansing the ruins of Jiangnan City.

“Earth splits!”

Boom!

As if a magnitude twelve earthquake, the earth across a million miles cracked open, with terrifying abyssal crevices appearing as the maws of greedy monsters, mystifying and dreadful.

“Bury!”

The remnants of Jiangnan City gradually sunk beneath the surface, as the earth across a million miles knit back together, eliminating the existence of Jiangnan City from this realm forevermore.

Beneath the canopy of the sky, within the void,

Ye Xuan, dressed in black, his dark hair billowing in the gale, a cold flicker of Immortal Light gently unfolding around him, cast one final glance at the land he once called home, as if to etch this scene deep within his memory.

After ten breaths, Ye Xuan, with no more attachments, took a step forward and a dark cloud materialized beneath his feet, and he vanished into the vastness of heaven and earth.