Netherworld

A spatial rift rapidly closed behind him, temporarily isolating the Crown Prince's roar of shock and anger from the pursuers' celestial aura. But Yinglong knew this wouldn't hold out for long. The Crown Prince held some of the power in the celestial realm, so tracking and locking onto his presence wouldn't be difficult.

She now found herself in an area even more chaotic and dangerous than the crevice where the withered mountain lay. There was no broken land here, only countless shattered fragments of laws, distorted light and shadow, and a howling storm of space and time. Colors lost their meaning here, sounds were stretched into strange tones, and the sense of direction, up and down, left and right, was completely lost.

If an ordinary Golden Immortal were here, he would be torn to pieces by the chaotic laws in an instant, or be drawn into the eternal maze of time and space.

Yinglong, however, used this place as a temporary barrier. A crimson light swirled around her, and occasionally, she tapped the Burning Silence Sword. Like a swift darting through a storm, she precisely dodged invisible traps and turbulent currents. Her speed was immense, yet her direction wasn't a straight line; it shifted constantly, attempting to confuse any potential pursuers.

However, the restlessness in her sleeves prevented her from fully dealing with the crisis at hand.

After experiencing the stimulation of extreme external energy and murderous intent, as well as her forceful suppression and containment, the core had become extremely unstable. Dark blue and pitch-black light flickered wildly, and the newly born spirit within wailed in pain, while the will of annihilation and the ferocity of Ao Guang's origin continued to awaken and grow stronger!

【kill……】

【hatred……】

【destroy……】

Chaotic and violent thoughts, like red-hot chains, repeatedly whipped and corroded her soul. Simultaneously, a bone-chilling force of annihilation continuously seeped from her sleeves, attempting to freeze her divine power and corrode her immortal body.

Yinglong's face grew paler and paler, and her flight path froze slightly. Simultaneously dealing with the perilous chaos and the internal backlash took a toll on her.

We must find a relatively safe place as soon as possible, at least to temporarily stabilize the "thing" in our sleeves that is about to get out of control!

She summoned up her strength and slashed the Fenji Sword towards a relatively calm but extremely colorful area (in chaos, calmness often means greater danger) in front of her!

“Swish!”

A hole was torn in the space, and a thick and indissoluble netherworld force with the smell of decay and death rushed towards him!

It is the crack on the edge of the Nine Netherworld!

The laws here are very different from those in the prehistoric main world, and the aura of the underworld can greatly interfere with the perception and deduction of immortals and gods!

Without any hesitation, Yinglong flashed and plunged into the dark color.

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Less than three breaths after Yinglong's figure disappeared into the crevice of the underworld, the chaotic area where she was just now was filled with golden light, and a stable portal was forcibly opened in the space. The prince led the remaining immortals and gods to chase after her.

"The aura here has become extremely weak... mixed with the death energy of the Netherworld..." An astrologer skilled in tracking frowned, the needle of the star compass in his hand spinning wildly.

The prince's face was so gloomy it looked like water could drip from it. He looked at the colorful yet ominous area ahead, a flicker of fear in his eyes. Even he was reluctant to venture into the Nine Netherworld easily.

"She entered the Netherworld Rift!" The Thunder God said solemnly, "Your Highness, is it..."

The prince raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes flickering. Yinglong had escaped into the Nine Netherworld with that strange annihilation core, further complicating the situation. But no matter what, we couldn't let it go! If that thing completely lost control, or was obtained by some ancient being in the Nine Netherworld, the consequences would be disastrous!

"Deploy the 'Zhou Tian Xun Jie Mirror'!" the Crown Prince said coldly, "Locate the area where she last disappeared and monitor all exits to the Netherworld Passageway related to her! With that thing, she's like a bright light in the dark night; there's no way she can completely hide! Report back immediately if you find any trace of her!"

"yes!"

The immortals took the order and took action immediately. A huge phantom of a treasure mirror condensed by the power of the stars slowly emerged in the chaos, and the mirror light swept towards the dark area.

The prince stood where he was, gazing deeply at the direction where Yinglong disappeared, the Emperor's sword in his hand humming slightly.

"Yinglong, do you think you can escape by fleeing into the Netherworld?" He whispered to himself with cold murderous intent, "No matter where you flee to, no matter what you intend to do, this filth that should not exist in this world must be eliminated!"

"And since you... have chosen to side with him, don't blame this prince for being... ruthless!"

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In the cracks of the underworld, it is not the gloomy ghostland as imagined, but a strange world with bizarre lights and distorted laws.

Gray fog filled the air, in which floated countless broken scenes like fragments of memories - a corner of an ancient battlefield, the ruins of a prosperous city, and frozen moments of love, hate, and vengeance... These were all the echoes that sank here during the ancient times.

Yinglong had no time to think about anything else. The restlessness within her sleeve was nearly out of control! The annihilation force, like a cancer in her bones, continuously eroded her arm, a mixture of icy cold and excruciating pain. Within her core, the newly born spirit was almost completely overwhelmed by the violent will, emitting only a faint, desperate wail.

She must deal with it immediately!

A glance swept across the horizon, revealing a massive, mountain-like...ancient beast skull floating in the gray mist. It belonged to an unknown creature, its bones a dark gold, enduring eternity and radiating a desolate, ancient aura. Its interior was hollow, forming a relatively enclosed space.

This is it!

Yinglong drilled into the skull without hesitation.

The space within the bones was vast, filled with a faint, ancient aura that soothed the soul. She immediately sat cross-legged, forming seals with her hands. A surge of divine power surged out, no longer simply enveloping her, but transforming into crimson chains of divine order, like a cage, wrapping around the core of destruction within her sleeve, poised to erupt!

"seal up!"

The divine power chain tightened, and the crimson light clashed fiercely with the dark blue light, producing a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache. The core struggled violently, and the violent will was like a sharp knife, piercing Yinglong's soul fiercely:

[Let me go! Destruction! Everything will be annihilated!]

[Yinglong... why are you... stopping me... from hating! ]

The voice actually had some of Ao Guang's original accent, but it was full of distortion and madness.

Golden blood continued to flow from the corners of Yinglong's mouth, and her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were cold and firm, and her divine power poured out without reservation!

"It's not up to you at this moment!"

More divine chains of order were generated, like red-hot irons, branding themselves fiercely on the core, forcibly suppressing the runaway power of annihilation, and forcing the awakened murderous intent back into the depths again!

After an unknown amount of time, the core's struggle finally died down, and the dark blue and black light on the surface temporarily regained their balance. However, the pulsation became heavier and more... full of hidden dangers.

Yinglong released her hand, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat. She looked at her temporarily suppressed core, without a trace of relief in her eyes.

This is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Each suppression consumed a tremendous amount of divine power, exacerbating the internal conflicts within the core. The next outbreak would only be more violent.

And how many times can she suppress it?

She raised her head and looked at the gray, dark fog outside her skull, which was filled with countless echoes of the underworld. For the first time, a very faint trace of confusion flashed across the depths of her eyes, which she herself had not even clearly noticed.

How far can she go on this road?

The silent core in the sleeve, the forcibly suppressed destruction and pain inside, like an undercurrent, quietly accumulated the power for the next more violent outburst.

In the netherworld, there is dead silence, with only the skull of an ancient beast, like a lonely boat drifting outside of time, carrying the seeds of guardians and destruction, heading towards an unknown end.