The lake is so large that you can't see the end of it at a glance.
To be precise, this is no longer a large lake, but a vast ocean.
The seawater wasn't a normal blue; it was a dark reddish-black.
Ethereal spirits appeared on the sea, all of them with twisted limbs and terrifying faces.
These ghostly spirits were all baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, as if trying to drag people in.
"This must be the Underworld Sea!"
Han Feng was startled.
If the phantom of the Underworld Sea is this terrifying, how terrifying must the real Underworld Sea be?
He understood why so many people were terrified before going to the Underworld Battlefield.
Looking at the powerful spirits in the Nether Sea, the chances of survival are really slim.
"Second bow to the Ancestor of the Underworld!"
Bai Wentian knelt down before Han Feng once again.
After the scene of the Dark Sea was fully formed, a tall and majestic figure appeared above the Dark Sea.
The Netherworld Ancestor could only be seen in general shape, but not in his face.
"Awooo!!!"
The red dragon, at the level of a Great Celestial Immortal, began to issue a warning sound.
Its body also reacted to stress and began to tremble continuously.
The figure made it very uneasy, and it desperately wanted to leave.
Others also felt unprecedented pressure, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
The descendants of the ten Golden Immortal level True Spirits, having lost their ability to fly, fell to the ground.
Some weaker demonic beasts and cultivators exploded under such terrifying pressure.
"Puff puff puff!!!"
As the Netherworld Ancestor's body became increasingly solid, it could no longer withstand the immense pressure.
There was no battle between the Desolate City and the Beast Tide, but a large number of people were killed or wounded during Bai Wentian's summoning of the Nether Ancestor.
"It's still not enough. We need to sacrifice a few more members of our clan who are at the Golden Immortal level."
Bai Wentian looked at the Bai family members not far away and reached out to grab them.
There were five people in total, all direct descendants of the Bai family. The highest cultivation level was late-stage Golden Immortal, and the lowest was early-stage Golden Immortal.
"Fifth Ancestor, I am your own grandson. You can't be so cold-blooded. When I was born, you were the one who held me in your arms."
"I am the ancestor's most beloved grandson. If you kill me, the ancestor will not let you off."
"I used to respect you so much, and even called you the Fifth Ancestor with utmost devotion. Yet you are willing to sacrifice us for your own benefit. Even as a ghost, I will not let you go."
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Knowing that Bai Wentian wouldn't let them off the hook, the five people began to despise him.
"With your abilities? If it weren't for our Five Ancestors, how could you have cultivated to this level?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just go and die in peace."
Having learned his lesson from Bai Wei last time, Bai Wentian showed no mercy.
All five of them had their magical powers sealed and were thrown into the paper.
Countless evil spirits emerged from the paper, tearing the five members of the Bai family to shreds and devouring them.
During this time, Han Feng tried to sabotage it, but he felt a tremendous pressure and was unable to succeed.
Now he could only passively accept it and began to circulate the immortal technique and the two true spirit bloodlines within him.
With the sacrifice of the five members of the Bai family, the images of the Underworld Sea and the Underworld Ancestor became even more vivid.
"Bowing three times to the deceased!!"
Bai Wentian shouted loudly.
He stood up and knelt down before Han Feng again, kowtowing to him forcefully.
"My dear son, I'm really not your father!" Han Feng said sarcastically again.
"You can laugh now, but let's see if you can still laugh later."
Bai Wentian was quite angry.
He has lived for nearly hundreds of thousands of years, and no one dares to mock him like that anymore.
Han Feng kept repeating "good son" over and over, driving Bai Wentian to the brink of madness.
He originally needed to rest for a while after summoning the Underworld Sea and the Underworld Ancestor.
However, angered by Han Feng, Bai Wentian sacrificed some of his life essence in order to kill Han Feng as soon as possible.
The illusory sea of darkness began to boil, with bubbles constantly rising to the surface.
Countless spirits began to bar their fangs and claws, as if they were about to burst out of the sea of the dead.
The figure of the Underworld Ancestor began to move, and one of his fingers pointed towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's body began to decay, and countless pieces of flesh began to fall off.
After the flesh and blood were gone, only bones remained, and the bones continued to fall off.
The bones fell off one by one, followed by the immortal souls, nascent souls, and so on.
"Hahaha!!"
Bai Wentian laughed wildly, "Didn't you just say you wanted to be my father? Do you still want him now?"
But his smile suddenly froze, and Han Feng, with only a sliver of golden light and two drops of essence blood remaining, recovered completely.
The bones that had just fallen off have been restored, and all the lost flesh and blood have been restored.
"My dear son, you want your father to die so badly? Your father is not someone who will die easily."
Han Feng mocked again.
"How is this possible?!"
Bai Wentian's face was filled with shock.
Once the Book of the Underworld is activated, kneel three times before the person you wish to kill.
The person being worshipped is practically guaranteed to die; there's no chance of anything going wrong.
"That golden light! I understand."
Bai Wentian suddenly understood: "You have cultivated the Nine Heavens Empress's immortal technique, which is why you were able to escape the judgment of the Underworld Sea."
"You got it right, but there's no reward."
"Don't make a move. If I were to sacrifice myself, even if you cultivate an immortal technique, you would not be able to stop me."
"Really? You can try it."
Han Feng arrived near Bai Wentian and used the True Spirit Transformation Technique again.
The enormous azure dragon struck instantly, piercing through Bai Wentian's body.
Bai Wentian desperately wanted to make a last-ditch effort and escape quickly using his nascent soul.
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