Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 804: 823: Without Heaven

Chapter 804: Chapter 823: Without Heaven

“Showing off one’s skills before an expert!”

Ye Xuan’s sword finger pointed heavenward, directing at the approaching figure, shattering the Laws into fragments. The massive hand formed by five fingers crushed the void, thunderously stabilizing this realm, holding the intruder in place instantly.

“Father!”

A piercing scream came from the mouth of the girl in black, seeing a middle-aged man in cold-colored robes half-kneeling on the ground, staring at Ye Xuan in shock.

One strike, just one strike, and the man’s Great Technique was broken, himself grievously injured, which he could hardly believe. But the excruciating pain from the collapsed ribs in his chest testified to how terrifying the blow he suffered was.

“Who are you?”

The man in cold robes slowly stood up, scrutinizing Ye Xuan with a heavy look, evident fear flashing in his eyes, for he was a Quasi-Saint, yet was injured by the opponent’s strike. The cultivation of this intruder was unimaginably terrifying.

“My monastic name is Qingming.”

Ye Xuan displayed a peaceful smile, still clutching the throat of the girl in black, yet exuding an aura of harmlessness.

“I am Fang Han, greetings Daoist. Your cultivation is profound, even among Quasi-Saints you can be considered at the pinnacle. Please spare my young daughter, and we can discuss whatever you need.” The man in cold robes cupped his hands in a salute, forcing a smile on his face.

Fang Han, the first September cold crow at the dawn of Heaven and Earth, was a Daluo Golden Immortal at birth, committed numerous evil deeds during the Primordial Period, suppressed by Zhunti with the Seven Treasures Magical Tree, confined in the Nine Nether Tower for endless ages. Although not well-known in the Three Realms, his cultivation was noteworthy.

Unfortunately, despite his strength, Fang Han encountered Ye Xuan. He quickly assessed after one strike that he was not Ye Xuan’s match, further lowering his stance, attempting to stall Ye Xuan.

“Who is in charge within this Nine Nether Tower?”

Ye Xuan casually tossed the girl in black to Fang Han, allowing Fang Han to quickly catch his daughter, shield her behind him, and cast a glance filled with suspicion at Ye Xuan.

Fang Han originally thought Ye Xuan would use his daughter as a hostage, yet he never expected Ye Xuan had no interest in such measures, instead letting his daughter go.

This person is not simple!

Fang Han’s expression grew exceedingly grave, the wariness in his eyes becoming more pronounced. This was within the Nine Nether Tower, and the fact that the opponent had just arrived but dared act so boldly indicated great capability; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare behave this way?

“Have you heard of Wu Tian Buddha?” Fang Han spoke in a low tone, his eyes fixed on Ye Xuan, clearly observing Ye Xuan’s reaction.

“Wu Tian Buddha?” Ye Xuan was slightly taken aback, as he had never heard this name before.

“A friend from afar, please join me within the tower, Daoist.”

Suddenly, a hoarse and aged voice echoed from deep within the Nine Nether Tower, accompanied by faint evil demon roars, surprising Fang Han and his daughter; they didn’t expect Wu Tian Buddha to speak personally.

“Interesting now.” Ye Xuan smiled slightly, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

“Please, Daoist.”

Fang Han instantly recovered, gesturing a welcoming motion to Ye Xuan, then walked forward with the girl in black, evidently leading the way for Ye Xuan.

Like a stroll through a serene courtyard, reminiscent of gentle spring rain, Ye Xuan leisurely followed behind Fang Han, surrounded by peaceful Buddha Light, with no trace of tension.

The Nine Nether Tower rose nine layers high, each exceedingly vast, forming its own space. Occasionally, mysterious Buddhist texts illuminated the walls and underfoot, their purpose unknown.

As Ye Xuan walked, each layer of the Nine Nether Tower appeared devoid of living beings, until he reached the ninth floor, led by Fang Han and his daughter, finding a black mist portal.

“Wu Tian Buddha is within; please, Daoist.” Fang Han slightly turned, glancing at Ye Xuan, then stepped into the black mist portal with the girl in black.

With a single glance, Ye Xuan could feel countless malevolent eyes staring at him from beyond the portal, along with boundless murderous aura subtly emanating from it.

A smile curved at Ye Xuan’s lips, as he stepped forward into the ninth floor with no sense of fear.

Nine Nether Tower, ninth floor!

Malicious aura was boundless, murderous intent soared, sinister demon growls echoed intermittently, black clouds loomed throughout the ninth floor, countless pairs of malevolent eyes stared at Ye Xuan, along with green ghost flames floating in the void, inciting an eerie, chilling sensation.

These grim and horrifying sights alone wouldn’t surprise Ye Xuan; what truly shocked him was the gathering of malevolent demons within the ninth floor, especially the lead young man in black.

Black lotuses bloomed across the void, murderous aura surged endlessly, dark red blood ponds spread across the area, black lotuses floated in the air, each supporting a malevolent demon.

Demon Buddha?

Seeing this spectacle, Ye Xuan’s expression subtly altered, amazement flashing in his eyes, as these malevolent demons, though varied in form, comprised Demon Immortals, Demon Race, and demon entities, were situated similarly to the Buddhas in Lingshan.

If not for the boundless malevolence exuded by these demons, giving an immensely menacing feeling, cloaked in Buddha Light, Ye Xuan would’ve presumed he was in The Thunderclap Monastery of Lingshan.

Furthermore, Ye Xuan recognized a familiar face: Randeng Buddha, whom he had confined in the Nine Nether Tower. Yet now, Randeng Buddha lacked his former merciful Buddha Light, replaced with sinister demonic aura, glaring ominously at Ye Xuan.

“Wu Tian Buddha, this person is the disciple of the Western Two Saints, his monastic name is Qingming; it was he who cast me into this Nine Nether Tower.” Randeng Buddha clasped his hands before the leading young man in black.

The young man in black, with fair skin exuding a scholar’s graceful demeanor, despite showing no might, sat upon a twelve-petaled black lotus, smiling gently at Ye Xuan.

Behind the young man in black, untold numbers of malevolent demons cast predatory gazes towards Ye Xuan, the weakest among them being Golden Immortal, with ten Quasi-Saints included. The combined aura of these world-threatening demons was enough to shatter souls.

“Young Qingming friend, this Buddha has never heard of Zhunti and Jieyin having a disciple, may I ask the nature of your relationship with them?” Wu Tian asked with a smile.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not respond to Wu Tian’s inquiry, instead furrowing his brow while scrutinizing this person, sensing extremely pure demonic aura from him. Although the person made great efforts to disguise it, Ye Xuan’s cultivation was overwhelmingly terrifying, his Spiritual Sense exceptionally acute, allowing him to speculate somewhat on the person’s background.

“Chaos Demon Qi?”

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, then raised his eyes towards Wu Tian asking, “What is your relationship with Demon Ancestor Luo Hou?”