According to what Han Qianling told Luo Jiujiang in the holy land, when the Dragon God died, the dragon ball and the remaining soul turned into the underworld to guide the dead.
The immortals' whereabouts in the netherworld are elusive, and the search for them within the cultivation world has been raging for over ten thousand years with no definitive answer. For years, many cultivators have sought to resurrect the souls of their deceased companions and friends, but the outcome has always been uncertain.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator successfully summoned the soul of his Qi Refining brother the moment he expired. A Jindan friend, upon learning of his dearest friend's passing three years later, grief-strickenly performed rituals ninety-nine times, yet none succeeded. A Nascent Soul master chose the seventh day of his life to summon the soul of his beloved wife, but ultimately only summoned a fragmented, three-soul, seven-spirited spirit. A faint glimpse of its former beauty lingered on its bloodstained face, but its mind had already degenerated into a state of madness...
Ultimately, the unifying principle that all cultivators could discern from this incident was this: if one wanted to guide a soul, the sooner the better. Furthermore, the netherworld, that haunted place, was definitely not some fragrant, pure land where the dead could rest in peace.
As for now, whether Luo Jiujiang is willing or not, he has come to the underworld.
Before he was completely swallowed by the Netherworld, Luo Jiujiang managed to console himself with a chuckle: Perhaps he was the first person from ancient times to enter the Netherworld as a living being. This was an unprecedented feat, fitting in with his unconventional approach.
But after everyone was dragged into the underworld, Luo Jiujiang knew that it was not the case.
After all his flesh, blood, and bones were devoured by the unknown existence, and the tiny Nascent Soul in his Dantian was almost not spared, when that small world that had not yet matured was turned upside down and the mountains and rivers collapsed, Luo Jiujiang suddenly realized where the Netherworld was and what the Netherworld was.
By then, Luo Jiujiang's little Nascent Soul had already scurried back and forth across the courtyard in a panic. He sensed the earth shaking outside and was knocked to his knees. His mouth pursed, his eyes as stubborn as two freshly washed black grapes. He opened his mouth, but he wasn't in a hurry to cry.
——This little Yuanying opened his little mouth as if by magic and ate mouthful by mouthful, starting with the source of Yin and Yang.
He ate voraciously and drank like a whale, and his mouth opened and closed with the spirit of rushing to repair the project before completion. The gurgling sound in his throat was faster than the sound of people fleeing with their belongings before a village fire. Just like that, he actually swallowed most of the world in Luo Jiujiang's dantian into his round little belly before it was swallowed by the outside world!
While Luo Jiujiang's consciousness had previously remained within the Holy Land, his body had already been devoured by the netherworld, inch by inch, as if it had been severed and split in two. Although the pain in his body was clearly palpable, controlling his spiritual energy and meridians was as sluggish as if an ordinary person were wearing eighteen pairs of thick rubber gloves.
Therefore, until Luo Jiujiang's entire head was included in the range of the underworld, his spiritual consciousness was finally able to see clearly that his skeleton was almost eaten away. Before he had time to feel sad for a moment, he was stunned by the god-level operation of the little Yuanying in his Dantian!
...If this is not the Nascent Soul, then it must be a spirit, right?
Luo Jiujiang's spiritual consciousness naturally descended upon his nearly bursting Nascent Soul, scrambling to regulate the flow of his Yin and Yang Dao Source. The unknown entities around him continued to surge forward, attempting to tear flesh from Luo Jiujiang's Nascent Soul, but Luo Jiujiang genuinely had no intention of caring. He now focused all his energy on directing his Dao Source, fearing that a single slack would cause him to explode into a cloud of blood.
Those endless black shadows that rushed towards him in waves were not scary enough, but the situation Luo Jiujiang was facing now was really impossible to escape.
Even if it meant that his Nascent Soul was gnawed to the point of being reduced to a skeleton, he had to endure it and try his best to reconcile the Yin and Yang Dao Sources that were suddenly compressed together and were almost incompatible with each other in his Nascent Soul into a Yin and Yang fish.
Then, so suddenly, the entire environment around Luo Jiujiang fell silent. A layer of black, thicker and wider than the ghostly shadows around him, slowly surrounded him.
Immediately, Luo Jiujiang's consciousness, along with his Nascent Soul, which was closing its eyes and regulating its breathing, were simultaneously sucked into a dark current by some unknown existence.
All the noise and restlessness that had previously surrounded Luo Jiujiang retreated silently, and it seemed that only Luo Jiujiang and that section of the flow remained in the entire world.
Under the flushing of the dark river, the violently boiling source of Yin and Yang was gradually calmed down, and Luo Jiujiang felt extremely sleepy.
Before sinking into deep sleep, Luo Jiujiang suddenly remembered a ghost story he had heard in his childhood.
There was a man who particularly liked to pretend to talk to ghosts. When he was reading, he would ask the table, "Where is the ghost?" When he was eating, he would ask the person sitting next to him, "Where is the ghost?" When he was sleeping, he would ask the person under his covers, "Where is the ghost?" When he was walking, he would ask the person beside him, "Where is the ghost?"
Until he reached his hand into a long, flat drawer and asked jokingly, "Where is the ghost?" Then a voice rang out of nowhere: "How many times have I told you! Wherever you are, there I am!"
The man suddenly felt a pain in his arm and screamed, and blood gradually accumulated on the bottom of the drawer.
...So where exactly is the Netherworld? Luo Jiujiang finally had the answer to this question.
Outside the world, the underworld is everywhere.
The countless dark "voids" outside those small worlds are actually full of the underworld, and the "spatial turbulence" may not actually exist. It is just countless ghosts with sharp mouths full of fangs to those who accidentally enter the underworld.
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