Chapter 1555: Let's Have A Chat In The Underworld

"Why is it like this... why is it like this..." Wuxiang muttered to himself, but no one could hear his voice anymore.

He had become a wandering soul.

"I cultivated in seclusion for so many years. After that old thing died, I wanted to reveal myself, but then Li Changsheng advanced to a first-transformation immortal. To avoid his sword intent, I cultivated even harder. Now, all the experts here have gone into hiding, and I have advanced to the second transformation... I should've ruled the world. How could it have ended like this? Who released that sword...?"

At that moment, a voice sounded beside Wuxiang.

"You put in tremendous effort for revenge, cultivating for many years, yet in the end, you still couldn't withstand a single sword. Sigh..."

Wuxiang looked over in a daze and saw Fang Chen. "You can see me?"

Fang Chen nodded.

Wuxiang sighed, "Then it seems you're also a wandering soul. You saw everything just now, didn't you? I'm unwilling to accept this... I didn't even see the owner of that sword before I died..."

"That sword is called No Distance. It is his sword domain," Fang Chen said.

"No Distance Sword Domain... these sword cultivators... They're all monsters. Heh..."

Wuxiang could not help but laugh bitterly at himself.

At the same time, cultivators from all sides stared silently at the corpse suspended in midair. Some mid-tier cultivators only felt that the sword strike was powerful, but the Immortal Kings present saw something far more terrifying in that sword, especially the few First Rate Sect Leaders present. They were the ones who could understand its terror the most.

A second-transformation immortal, killed... just like that.

They couldn't help but wonder whether the old sword immortal was alive, and whether the sword released was his. Could he have faked his death and long since cultivated in seclusion?

At that moment, the sun-like aura surging from the Void Immortal Sword Sect finally began to subside, like a blazing sun sinking into the sea.

"Did he fail... or succeed?"

The Immortal Kings looked at one another.

Only the First Rate Sect Leaders saw the truth. One of them spoke loudly, his voice rolling like waves across all directions. "Congratulations, Daoist Wang, on becoming a First Rate Sect Leader."

The other First Rate Sect Leaders also spoke their congratulations.

Only then did everyone finally confirm that Wang Zhenlong had truly succeeded.

Now that Wang Zhenlong had broken through to a First Rate Sect Leader as a sword cultivator, he became an existence on par with Li Changsheng.

"We, the Void Immortal Sword Sect, haven't gone out to compare notes for a very long time. All ten million sword cultivators of the Void Immortal Sword Sect, heed my command. Follow me to the Immortal Demonic Sea!"

A terrifying sword intent shot toward the Immortal Demonic Sea.

Immediately afterward, countless sword lights followed.

"That Wuxiang Divine Sect... is about to be wiped out..." someone murmured.

Another laughed bitterly. "More than that. I'm afraid the entire Immortal Demonic Sea will be dragged into this. The sea surface might sink a few inches."

"Ten million sword cultivators? It doesn't look like it... and there are only,

mmph

! Why are you covering my mouth!?"

"If he says there are ten million sword cultivators, then there are ten million. You don't want them coming to your sect, do you?"

"Well... that makes sense."

The hundreds of thousands of cultivators present wore complicated expressions. Before long, what had happened today would surely spread far and wide, and the Void Immortal Sword Sect's rumored ten million sword cultivators would become a reality.

"Everyone, disperse. The Void Immortal Sword Sect seems to have left."

Northern Dipper's First Rate Sect Leader waved his hand. Then he cupped his hands toward the Void Immortal Sword Sect before turning and leaving.

Seeing this, the others suddenly understood and followed suit, imitating his gesture and bowing toward the Void Immortal Sword Sect before departing.

Wang Zhenlong may truly have led his disciples to slaughter their way into the Immortal Demonic Sea, but the one who had slain Wuxiang with a single sword strike had clearly not left.

"Damn it... my sect...." Wuxiang muttered helplessly, looking toward the Immortal Demonic Sea.

"You invested tremendous effort?"

"Yes... many years of my life..." Wuxiang answered, his voice low. "I thought that this time, upon leaving seclusion, no one under heaven could oppose me—right!"

He suddenly jolted awake and looked toward his body. "My spiritual treasure!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body scattered like dust with the wind, vanishing without a trace. Clearly, his spirit treasure had also been annihilated by that sword strike.

Fang Chen sighed. "This is fate."

He then flew toward the Void Immortal Sword Sect.

Wuxiang froze for a moment before hurriedly following. "Why are you going over there? Forget it, we're wandering souls now. There's nothing left to fear. I'll go with you and see whose sword was so sharp."

Fang Chen did not stop him.

As the two passed by the Corrosive Dragon King and that Immortal Venerable, Fang Chen beckoned to the Ghost Infant, which promptly grabbed one in each hand and followed.

"They are...?"

Wuxiang was startled, but upon seeing the Ghost Infant's appearance, he guessed it was also a wandering soul, just far stronger than himself. His heart grew heavier.

At this moment, the Corrosive Dragon King and the Immortal who stood beside him could not utter a single word. Their mouths had been sealed by the Ghost Infant.

The Immortal Venerable did not recognize Fang Chen, but the Corrosive Dragon King did. His eyes were filled with terror.

Neither of them had imagined that merely coming early to watch a spectacle would lead to such a turn of events.

What about the experiment that was supposed to happen next?!

Fang Chen flew into the Void Immortal Sword Sect. Li Wuwang and the other sword cultivators were already waiting and stepped forward.

"Was it him? He was the one who killed me with a single sword?"

Wuxiang pointed at Li Wuwang and looked at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen nodded. "Yes."

"These sword cultivators really are treacherous. That one back then was already bad enough. To think his junior is even worse." Wuxiang stared venomously at Li Wuwang. "Deliberately spreading news of Wang Zhenlong's breakthrough to lure me here. Despicable. Deserving of death!"

Li Wuwang stepped in front of Fang Chen and bowed, then said with a smile, "Your Highness, why did you bring this fellow's wandering soul here? He's completely useless now, isn't he?"

Wuxiang was confused by the form of address. He looked at Fang Chen blankly. "Your Highness?"

He quickly paled with shock, just realizing something. "How can he see you!? Who exactly are you people!?"

"He wanted to follow along. I figured it didn't really matter, so I let him come and die with his eyes open," Fang Chen said with a smile.

Li Wuwang understood immediately. He then looked at the Corrosive Dragon King and the Immortal Venerable, puzzled.

"And these two?"

Fang Chen smiled. "My master and I were planning to fish for a few small fry. We didn't expect two loaches to bite instead. Compared to Wuxiang, these two are worth far, far more."

He slapped the Corrosive Dragon King.

The Corrosive Dragon King's physical body instantly shattered, leaving behind a confused, bewildered wandering soul standing in place.

Fang Chen then had the Ghost Infant temporarily release its control over the Immortal Venerable, who immediately cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist, is there some misunderstanding between us? My junior and I were merely passing by. We had no intention of stopping that Daoist's breakthrough."

"Can you enter the Underworld?" Fang Chen's smile grew. "Let's talk in the Underworld."