"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother!"

Beneath the twisted, ghostly tree, a pale-faced middle-aged Taoist priest thanked Feng Bingwen with a look of relief and relief in his eyes.

"No need for such formalities!"

Feng Bingwen glanced at the weathered Taoist. His cultivation was only at the Transcendent Realm. If he were outside, he could naturally act recklessly because of his status as a disciple of the Taoist sect.

However, after falling into this relatively new underworld, the fact that it has survived until now is entirely due to good luck in encountering Feng Bingwen.

Along the way, Feng Bingwen saw countless corpses of Netherworld Dao disciples who were dragged into the Netherworld because they were caught off guard and had no time to react. Without exception, their cultivation levels were all below the Cave Profound Realm, and none of them had stepped into the Immortal Path.

The strongest among them is only at the Yuan Dan level. If they were in the outside world, they would be famous and even be able to find out about great cultivators who have established their own sects in remote corners of the world.

However, judging from the countless corpses of Yuan Dan cultivators who perished in this Netherworld Path and in this sudden upheaval, it is clear that the powerful being who caused this calamity did not care.

"Senior brother, do you know what exactly happened?"

Having calmed himself down, the cultivator, enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart, looked at Feng Bingwen and asked with a nervous and anxious expression.

He was naturally able to recognize that Feng Bingwen was not a cultivator from their Netherworld Path, but from another Daoist sect, based on the fact that Feng Bingwen did not conceal his aura much.

Delving into why Feng Bingwen was here was meaningless to him at the moment. All he needed to know was that this senior brother, like him, was a human with vibrant blood and energy, not a ghost or spirit. That was enough for him.

"Look at my cultivation level, which is still having to hide from XZ, how much do you think I could possibly know?"

Feng Bingwen smiled helplessly. He didn't know much, but what he had personally experienced and come into contact with was enough to deduce some shocking truths.

There's no need to tell these truths to this junior brother. Knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing; ignorance can be a blessing in these situations.

After all, his strength was so weak; he only managed to reach his destination and receive his aid through sheer luck. Even if he knew part of the truth, what good would it do? It would only incite fear and resentment, bringing no benefit whatsoever.

"Senior brother is incredibly powerful; even those Netherworld Beast Kings cannot harm him!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the middle-aged cultivator with a weathered face quickly offered his compliments. The level of skill he displayed made Feng Bingwen's lips twitch involuntarily.

"You overestimate me! When I encounter some big guys, I still have to avoid them!"

The Netherworld Path had been preparing and accumulating for an unknown period of time in order to open up this piece of Netherworld land beneath its feet, and now that the Netherworld land has opened up, the corpses buried here have begun to revive.

"No matter what, my senior brother is still better than me, a cripple. If my senior brother had arrived in time, I would probably have been devoured by that demon and turned into a pile of bones!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly, his already aged face now appearing even more weathered.

"How can a dignified cultivator be so dejected? Your magical power is still there; you've only broken some magical artifacts and injured your soul. You'll recover after some rest!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the middle-aged cultivator's smile grew even more bitter. It wasn't just some magical artifacts that were shattered; his carefully nurtured Myriad Demon Soul Banner and his soul-driving magical artifacts were all completely destroyed.

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He has only managed to save his own life. As for his means of protection, they are gone. He can only start all over again, and it is unknown how long it will take. Moreover, this is on the premise that he can leave this place alive.

"If we can get out, then you can tell me all this, Senior Brother. Right now, I'm nothing but a burden to you!"

The throbbing pain from between his eyebrows made the middle-aged Taoist increasingly dejected. He had originally hoped that the powerful young cultivator before him could save his life.

However, considering the perilous nature of this place, even though this young Taoist was far superior to the other cultivators he usually encountered, it would still be extremely difficult for him to survive here. If he were to shamelessly follow along, he might even endanger the other's life.

In this case, how is it any different from repaying kindness with enmity?

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't even looked down on you, and you're already feeling sorry for yourself!"

Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh at the oppressive atmosphere surrounding the middle-aged cultivator.

"Senior brother, you don't need to worry about me. Go now. You've allowed me to live a little longer and to end my days in a dignified way. I'm already very satisfied!"

"I say, junior brother, you think too highly of yourself. With your cultivation level, you think you can be a burden to me? What are you thinking?"

Upon hearing the middle-aged cultivator's words, Feng Bingwen chuckled and stepped forward, patting him on the shoulder. Although the man looked rather stern, he was not a bad person at heart. No wonder he had managed to hold on until now; he must have accumulated some merit and good fortune.

"Senior brother!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, a warm feeling welled up in the middle-aged cultivator's heart, and his face flushed red. In all his years of cultivation, he had never met a senior brother like Feng Bingwen!

"Go in!"

Feng Bingwen got goosebumps from the gaze of the cultivator whose face was etched with the marks of time. He grabbed the cultivator by the collar, tore open the entrance to his crappy blessed land, and threw him inside.

Originally, after taking over the Sumeru Blessed Land, Feng Bingwen didn't think much of this remnant world that he had picked up from the void. After all, compared with the blessed land that the Dao Venerable had personally created, it was far inferior.

It was because the reincarnation of a primordial deity was imprisoned inside that he occasionally paid attention to it; otherwise, he would have almost forgotten about it. However, now that the situation is critical, this blessed land has become a temporary refuge.

After all, no matter how harsh the environment there is, it can't compare to the current Calamity Land, where all sorts of wild and strange creatures' remains, nurtured and refined into Netherworld Beasts, roam freely.

However, the life and death of those thrown into this blessed land are entirely in Feng Bingwen's hands. If Feng Bingwen fails to escape from the underworld, then this blessed land will also fall into it.

At that time, beneath the Netherworld, this blessed land will inevitably shatter and merge into the Netherworld, becoming a part of it. As for the fate of the creatures that survive there, there is no need to elaborate.

"Huh? Why again?"

Just as Feng Bingwen had settled the ordinary disciple of the Netherworld Path, he suddenly sensed a fleeting glimpse of blood energy in the distance. It was faint but exceptionally vibrant, which was the most desirable thing for the monsters that roamed the Netherworld.

"That's enough!"

Faced with the choice between hunting down Netherworld Beasts, taking their bones to nurture immortal artifacts, and rescuing disciples of the Netherworld Path, Feng Bingwen chose to save lives.

It's a simple choice. There are plenty of opportunities to nurture immortal artifacts, after all, the Ancient Sword Tower isn't picky about its food. But this opportunity to provide large-scale assistance to immortal sect disciples is rare, perhaps only once every thousand years.

Although the Netherworld Path is named after the Netherworld, it is a legitimate and reputable sect. Although there seem to be some problems at the top, the vast majority of its disciples are fine.

For example, the ordinary disciple that Feng Bingwen just met, although fear and apprehension were written all over his face, did not shamelessly ask Feng Bingwen to take him with him when he learned that Feng Bingwen could save him. Instead, he told Feng Bingwen to go first.

Even without reading the celestial scriptures, Feng Bingwen knew that disciples of such immortal sects would surely accumulate merit. How could someone who could put themselves in others' shoes and even disregard their own life be an evil person?

"What kind of evil spirit dares to harm the human race? Slay it!"

Feng Bingwen wielded a sword beam that streaked across the sky, tearing apart and scattering the grotesque ghosts that had been drawn to him.

After a fierce battle, Feng Bingwen rescued another disciple of the Netherworld Path who was struggling to survive. However, this disciple did not even have the energy to communicate with Feng Bingwen. He only glanced at him with eyes full of joy and gratitude before his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.

"Hey kid, do you have something on your mind?"

The Imperial Void Cauldron, which had been absorbed into Feng Bingwen's dantian and was being nurtured in his sea of ​​qi, watched Feng Bingwen's every move, seeing him take in the second disciple of the Netherworld Path.

Any thoughts?

Feng Bingwen asked casually, then began to look around for any possible Netherworld Dao disciples. He had just glanced at the Heavenly Book and thought to himself, "I must say, saving a disciple gives a lot of merit points, much more than saving a mortal."

"nothing!"

Feng Bingwen had no interest in communicating with this nearly destroyed spiritual artifact. He had already found the aura of a third living being. In this deathly underworld, living people were as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark. Without unique methods, it would be difficult to hide among them.

"Um!"

However, after witnessing Feng Bingwen's every move and seeing him rescue more and more Netherworld Dao disciples, whose number began to approach fifty, the Imperial Void Immortal Cauldron could no longer hold back.

"Kid Feng, you really have no ideas?"

"What are you thinking? What kind of riddle are you playing with me?"

Feng Bingwen, who was engrossed in the sense of accomplishment from saving people and the joy of rapidly accumulating good deeds, asked somewhat impatiently.

"Do you want to become the Lord of the Underworld?"

The Imperial Cauldron asked directly.

Upon hearing this question, Feng Bingwen, who was traveling at high speed through the air, suddenly stumbled and nearly fell from mid-air.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Have you been beaten senseless?"

"What? You think what I said is unbelievable?"

"Is there even the slightest possibility of it becoming a reality? I am a disciple of the Supreme Dao, having successively obtained the position of True Inheritor, and then served as the Dao Child. Now I am in charge of the Sumeru Blessed Land. I am marked by the Supreme Dao from beginning to end. How could I possibly become the Dao Master of the Netherworld Dao?"

Feng Bingwen grumbled angrily.

Although he had fantasized about becoming a Dao Lord, he was also self-aware enough to know how far he was from that position. He shouldn't even dream of such a position without a thousand or eight hundred years of cultivation; it was more practical to just lie down and dream.

"Under normal circumstances, this would be impossible, but isn't there a problem with the Netherworld Path now?"

Yu Xu Immortal Cauldron chuckled.

"If problems arise, it has nothing to do with me, an outsider. Even if the current Dao Master of the Netherworld Sect dies, a new Dao Master will be chosen from within their own sect based on seniority."

"What you're describing is the normal situation, but what we're doing now is abnormal."

What do you mean?

"I knew you, Feng, had ulterior motives!"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"My master has arrived, and the chaos in the Netherworld will surely be quelled by then!"

"So what? In the end, your master will be in charge of the Netherworld Path, and I, the Supreme Dao disciple who just happens to be here, will be able to become the Netherworld Path Master? You're talking nonsense. How can such an absurd thing happen?"

Feng Bingwen didn't believe it at all. He knew that the Supreme Dao was powerful, and was slightly superior to other Daoist sects.

But this is too outrageous. How can the supreme authority of a major immortal sect be decided by just one person stepping out?

If it were a Dao Venerable who had returned from beyond the Great Void, that would be more plausible. Among the human race, a Dao Venerable's word is generally absolute; only a Martial Ancestor could rival him.

However, it's unclear how long this sage has been silent. Of course, the only certainty is that this old man should still be alive.

"That's why I always say you're short-sighted and narrow-minded. The Netherworld Sect caused such a mess, and my Supreme Dao Sect stepped in to quell it. Sharing some of the benefits isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"As expected!"

Feng Bingwen thought about it for a moment, felt there was no problem, and then nodded.

"Since there is internal turmoil in the Netherworld Path, in order to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, my Supreme Path has selected one person to temporarily assume the position of Path Master as an oversight, and incidentally take a share of the benefits that are due. Is there a problem with that?"

"It sounds like there's nothing wrong!"

Feng Bingwen suddenly felt that it wasn't so outrageous after all.

"However, if chaos breaks out in the Netherworld Path, it's only a portion of them who have harbored rebellious intentions. What about the rest? Will they agree to this? We can't possibly wipe them out as well. If that happens, it won't be quelling the rebellion, but rather destroying the entire sect!"

"What's there to disagree with? How long do you think those old guys at the top have lived? How many of them have retired from the position of Dao Lord? In the eyes of a small cultivator like you, the position of Dao Lord is something special, but for some people, they've long been tired of it and would discard it like a worn-out shoe!"

"Is that so?"

"certainly!"

"Alright, I'll assume that all the nonsense you've said is true, but why would your master let me benefit from quelling the rebellion? I'm not related to him at all. Doesn't your master have any disciples or descendants? Why should I get the benefit?"

"Disciples and offspring, of course, are there. But what kind of figure do you think my master is? They don't need such benefits. The reason you get them is simple: you're the closest to them!"