Chapter 1324 - Yin-Yang Realm

The nether clan's upper echelons had to be feeling alarmed after losing so many of their fellow clansmen. Surely, they wouldn't let Liu Wuxie walk away.

"I only fear they won't come," Liu Wuxie said, a sinister smile tugging at his lips. The Great Death Mythical Art was near completion; killing a few thousand more of the nether clan would suffice.

As they traveled through the desert, A'Lei and A'Li quickened their pace, crossing the blazing dunes and collecting several Fire Demon Worms for alchemy.

"The nether clan has retreated to the eighth level," A'Li said, pointing toward its entrance. He found it odd that the nether clan had evacuated entirely from the seventh level and moved to the eighth.

"Looks like they plan to ambush us on the eighth level," Liu Wuxie said, his eyes flashing coldly.

"What should we do now? Do we continue to the eighth level?" Vanya asked anxiously. Entering the eighth level could bring them into conflict with even stronger experts, possibly even nether clan cultivators at the Void Realm.

Although Liu Wuxie had reached the Primal Origin Realm, facing Void Realm experts would still not be easy.

"Continue," Liu Wuxie said, his tone resolute.

The exit to the Netherworld would open on the ninth level, and they would have to continue if they wished to leave alive. They could return to the first level to escape, but the surface of the Netherworld was a wasteland with no teleportation array.

The four of them entered the eighth level. The terrain was vast, featuring a black continent with black grass covering the ground, similar to the second level, but the atmosphere was thick with dense nether energy.

They all took a deep breath and felt uncomfortable. Vanya, in particular, showed signs of distress.

"This is strange. Where did the nether clan go?" Liu Wuxie wondered aloud, noticing the absence of the nether clan despite entering the eighth level. However, they did spot many humans nearby, searching for spiritual herbs.

"Brother Liu, which way should we go?" A'Lei asked, halting.

"Keep moving straight," Liu Wuxie said, not pointing to any specific direction. The eighth level had abundant spiritual herbs, and many races temporarily settled here.

He relied on Ghost Eye to easily find the herbs. Though he had gained the Ghost Pupil, he dared not use it carelessly and preferred relying on Ghost Eye for now. He would not use the Ghost Pupil unless necessary.

"Let's rest for a while," Liu Wuxie said. A'Lei and A'Li had just recovered, and pushing them too hard would be unwise, so he suggested they rest instead.

Jumping down from A'Lei's shoulder, Liu Wuxie trembled before vanishing and appearing above a massive forest. He spotted dozens of races nearby, but the nether clan remained absent.

He frowned as a sense of foreboding pervaded his heart.

Behind Liu Wuxie, several figures had quietly closed in. As they neared, they unleashed a powerful sword ray aimed at his back.

"Hua Haosheng, do you really think I didn't know you've been tailing me all this time?" Liu Wuxie asked, vanishing and reappearing before Hua Haosheng.

He had sensed Hua Haosheng on the seventh level but pretended not to notice him. He hadn't expected Hua Haosheng to follow him to the eighth level. He had concealed his cultivation, pretending that he still remained at the ninth level of the Origin Conversion Realm to hide his true strength.

"Liu Wuxie, I gave you a chance. Since you didn't appreciate my goodwill, don't blame me for being ruthless," Hua Haosheng said, flanked by three others.

A'Lei and the others were too far away to help in time. However, Liu Wuxie easily dodged Hua Haosheng's attack and appeared on the right before the attacker. He waved his hand, casting the Great Spatial Mythical Art to seal the surrounding space.

The attack instantly immobilized the attacker, leaving him unable to resist, even though his cultivation stood at the ninth level of the Primal Origin Realm.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie flicked his finger, unleashing a cold ray that pierced the attacker's forehead.

The attacker's eyes widened in shock. He had perished, but he had no idea how.

After eliminating one enemy, Liu Wuxie did not pause. He appeared on the left as if taking a stroll. He used the same method—casting the Great Spatial Mythical Art to restrict his opponent before following up with the Great Frost Mythical Art.

Soon, A'Lei and the others arrived, but Liu Wuxie stopped them from interfering. This was his personal feud with Hua Haosheng, and he didn't want to involve anyone else.

Seeing Liu Wuxie easily dispatch two of his companions, fear flickered in Hua Haosheng's eyes. However, his attack was powerful, more potent than most cultivators at the ninth level of the Primal Origin Realm.

"Infinite Dharma!" Hua Haosheng shifted his attack, throwing a powerful punch at Liu Wuxie. As the attack descended, the sky darkened, and the surrounding space cracked open before collapsing.

The technique was one of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's ten supreme arts, and it possessed the power to nearly defeat a cultivator at the first level of the Void Realm. Even Liu Wuxie's Great Spatial Mythical Art crumbled under its force.

A powerful surge of energy manifested, becoming the phantom of a Buddha wreathed in purple flames.

"Who is he? He's terrifying!" A'Lei exclaimed. He had encountered many experts along the way, and most of them were at the pinnacle of the Primal Origin Realm.

Liu Wuxie stood at the center of the vortex, vulnerable to the flames at any second.

"Dragon Subduing Tiger! Dragon Slither! Dragon Roaming! Soaring Dragon!" The four dragon forms merged into a terrifying dragon fist that swept through the sky.

The moment the two punches collided, the eighth level of the Netherworld trembled, drawing attention from all directions. The commotion was so intense that a crowd gathered instantly.

"It's Liu Wuxie!" someone yelled, immediately recognizing him.

"The one trying to kill him looks like a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect," another person remarked. They were from Indigo Bamboo Star as well, so they easily recognized Hua Haosheng.

When their punches collided, the generated noise was so loud that all the bystanders covered their ears.

With a loud

rumble,

the ground caved in, creating a massive hole where Liu Wuxie had stood. At that critical moment, the nether clan members struck, using Hua Haosheng's attack to draw Liu Wuxie's attention.

No one knew why the ground had suddenly collapsed during Liu Wuxie's battle with Hua Haosheng, but it caused Liu Wuxie to lose his footing and begin free-falling.

Hua Haosheng was momentarily stunned by the scene. Though he struggled against Liu Wuxie's Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms, Liu Wuxie had vanished just as Hua Haosheng was about to change his attack.

Liu Wuxie was enveloped in pitch-blackness as he began to free fall. Just as A'Lei and A'Li were about to jump into the black hole after him, a bizarre scene occurred—the hole vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.

Seeing Liu Wuxie disappear, Hua Haosheng turned to leave, but A'Lei and A'Li were already charging at him. After all, the nether clan's ambush would not have succeeded without his sneak attack on Liu Wuxie.

As Liu Wuxie plummeted in the darkness, he quickly raised his defenses, spreading his divine sense. He activated Ghost Eye, scanning his surroundings. He soon realized that he was no longer in the eighth or ninth level. It felt as if he had entered a vacuum-like realm, disconnected from any familiar surroundings.

His fall suddenly slowed, and he landed on solid ground. The darkness around him did not impair his vision, and as he looked around, his heart skipped a beat.

"The Yin-Yang Realm!" Liu Wuxie squinted, disbelief evident on his face. He had heard of the legendary Yin-Yang Realm, a place where Emperor Yellow Springs had once discovered the Yellow Springs.

𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

However, the Yellow Springs had long since dried up, leaving only the Yin-Yang Realm, a space where two realms overlapped. There was neither astral wind nor laws here. This was a realm between life and death.

"It's impressive that you know about the Yin-Yang Realm." an aged voice drifted from the void. Few people knew of the Yin-Yang Realm, so the question was how Liu Wuxie had learned of it.

"Enough with the nonsense! Come out!" Liu Wuxie snapped, executing the Dragon-Grasping Hand in the voice's direction.

Just then, space distorted, and a powerful elder from the nether clan appeared. He wielded a strange cane with a skull embedded in its crown. The cane was forged from Yin-Yang Stone, an exceedingly rare material. It was so rare that only a handful of such stones existed.

The elder's cultivation was formidable, comparable to that of the first-level Void Realm. The nether clan had actually sent a Void Realm cultivator to kill Liu Wuxie.

As footsteps echoed from all directions, countless nether clan members swarmed in, forming ring after ring around Liu Wuxie. At least a thousand of them surrounded him.

Liu Wuxie's expression darkened. This was the Yin-Yang Realm, and his only way out was to either tear open a yin-yang passage or master the Great Yin-Yang Mythical Art.

The elder had used his Yin-Yang Stone cane to control the realm, allowing him to enter and leave at will.

Liu Wuxie's gaze fell on the elder's cane. If he could seize it, he could escape. However, the pressure from the surrounding nether clan members was immense. He truly wished that A'Lei and A'Li were with him.

"Kill him!" the elder roared, his voice laced with authority.

The nether clan members rushed forward, attacking in waves. It was a sight to behold, more than enough to overwhelm Liu Wuxie if they used their numbers against him.

The Heretic Blade appeared in Liu Wuxie's hand as he swept it through the air. The attack killed the nether clan members in his path, and their bodies burst apart.

The darkness laws in their bodies began to fill the Yin-Yang Realm, but Liu Wuxie did not hesitate to summon the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron to devour the darkness laws.

The Great Darkness Mythical Art gradually took shape, and Liu Wuxie grew confident that he could master it if he continued slaying the nether clan.

Most importantly, the Ghost Pupil was also devouring the laws of darkness, strengthening itself. As the Ghost Pupil's suction force intensified, Liu Wuxie realized that he could probably even gain control over this subterranean realm.

The elder, however, remained indifferent, watching as his clansmen fell one by one. The killing continued unabated. The nether clan's strategy was clear—they aimed to wear Liu Wuxie down with their overwhelming numbers. This was their only hope of capturing him alive and extracting the Ghost Pupil from him.