The six realms of reincarnation.
This place is a sacred site in the underworld. Since ancient times, due to the influence of a mysterious force, no one has been able to enter.
Later, there was an unparalleled powerful figure known as the Underworld Emperor, who bestowed titles upon countless ghosts and gods, and was considered the lord of the underworld.
At this moment, we are on the brink of life and death.
A mysterious figure sat upright on a black lotus, his gaze cold and his aura overwhelming the heavens.
Countless strange phenomena appeared around him.
The Netherworld Cave opens, ten thousand ghosts howl, the Yellow Springs wind and twist...
Whew~
His barely audible breathing revealed that this invincible figure was not as calm as he appeared.
Thump, thump~
Footsteps approached.
A figure was reflected in the eyes of the Underworld Emperor.
He was a young man dressed in a white robe, with deep eyes and an unbelievably handsome face, like a celestial being descended to earth.
The other person stood on chaotic mist, and their eyes seemed to hold the evolution of the world and the universe, making them incredibly mysterious.
This person was Li Ming. After obtaining the Reincarnation Seal, his aura became even more unfathomable.
"You were waiting for me?"
The voice and aura seemed to overlap with a figure from his memory, causing the Underworld Emperor to be greatly shaken. His thoughts immediately returned to countless years ago, with boundless light and shadow flowing through his mind.
In a daze, he seemed to see his past.
He was born with innate knowledge and exceptional talent. He traveled to all realms, experiencing the myriad aspects of the mortal world and lamenting the countless troubles of humankind.
He once ascended to the Heavenly Palace to seek an audience with the Immortal Lord.
I have been to the Western Paradise and heard Buddhist teachings.
One day, demonic energy filled the sky, and calamities descended. He saw the heavens tremble, all realms fall, all living beings wail, demons run rampant, and the divine court above the nine heavens collapse...
He saw Mount Sumeru in the Western Paradise, where the Buddha's light was dim and all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were stained with blood.
He saw the Dragon Gate shatter, dragons roar in the heavens, and divine dragons bow their heads.
That day.
He saw himself fall into the Netherworld, awaken his memories of his past life, and witness the blood-red light of the underworld soaring into the sky, causing the six realms of reincarnation to tremble.
He relinquished his authority over the underworld, fought valiantly against demons, and journeyed to reincarnation, where he encountered the legendary being.
Having received enlightenment, he takes up residence in the Nine Nether Palace, paving the way for those destined for tribulation...
But what he remembered most vividly was that on a day when the heavens were in turmoil, a person made a move. He sat high above the chaos, his face unseen, but his aura was as vast and boundless as the universe.
Even though he was quite powerful back then, he couldn't see the face of the figure even with all his eyesight. He could only look at it and felt that the figure was incredibly great. Its hair seemed to be able to cut through the Milky Way. Its body was so big that it could not be contained in a single glance. The endless sea of stars was insignificant in front of that figure.
On that day, people called it the day when the Martial Ancestor preached the Dao.
"So what if he's the Martial Ancestor?"
Upon seeing Li Ming's figure, the Underworld Emperor suddenly felt a surge of excitement:
"Through countless creations and endless years, I am still merely a pawn... I am not reconciled."
The Underworld Emperor's voice was clear and extremely calm, but beneath this calm lay endless resentment.
"Laughable, pathetic, and lamentable..."
As he spoke, the underworld seemed to tremble, blood clouds churned, crimson lightning rolled, and the entire sky turned blood red.
Countless ghosts felt as if their souls were about to dissipate, experiencing excruciating pain.
Name: Xia Jiuyou
[Realm Level]: [Nine Levels of Immortality]
[Entry]: [Lord of the Underworld (Gold), Body of the God of the Underworld (Pale Gold), Having Endured a Thousand Tribulations (Pale Gold), Saint (Pale Gold), Demon King (Pale Gold)...]
[Lord of the Underworld (Metal)]: [He holds the power over the Underworld, is its lord, and controls life and death.]
[Sage Wisdom (Pale Gold)]: [He was once an enlightened sage ruler, possessing boundless wisdom.]
[Demon King (Pale Gold)]: [Formerly the Blood Sea Demon King, who slaughtered countless people.]
"A demon king and a saint..."
A ripple appeared in the depths of Li Ming's eyes.
The opponent's cultivation at the ninth level of Immortality was terrifying; he was the strongest person he had ever seen.
Such cultivation would place him among the supreme beings of the Celestial Venerable level in the ancient Heavenly Court.
Li Ming was surprised, but he did not panic.
However, how many people in the world can be so powerful as to treat such beings as pawns?
"I have been trapped in the underworld for millions of years. Killing you today is my chance to transcend it!"
The Underworld Emperor suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with extreme pleasure:
"The difference between a chess piece and a chess player is merely a matter of a single thought!"
He possessed extraordinary strength and had sat in the Netherworld for millions of years. He was filled with resentment and anger, and naturally did not want to hand over the authority of the Underworld to Li Ming.
He knew very well that his achievements were the result of others' schemes, and that he could have achieved even more if he had given up his skills. However, he was unwilling to give up everything he had worked so hard for.
Now he is almost at perfection, and in this underworld, almost no one can contend with him.
The opponent has clearly not regained his former strength, and the outcome is uncertain. However, he is not without a chance of victory.
"What does your resentment have to do with me?"
Li Ming lowered his gaze, his voice calm.
I didn't feel sorry for the other person.
"I am the Lord of the Underworld!"
The Underworld Emperor raised his arms high, billowing black energy surged, and boundless divine power flowed into his body. The black lotus beneath him slowly dissipated, merging with him.
His aura continued to rise. Although he couldn't overcome that hurdle to reach perfection, he was still far stronger than a normal ninth level of immortal cultivation.
As the lord of the underworld, he is the one who controls life and death. He doesn't even have the concept of death; he is almost immortal.
Li Ming smiled calmly. The other party had received the benefits of being a pawn but didn't want to fulfill the responsibilities of a pawn. All he could say was that...
How ridiculous! Overestimating yourself!
Buzz~
The chaotic energy spread, engulfing heaven and earth.
This place is extremely strange, dark and boundless, like another world. At this moment, chaotic energy permeates all directions, as if the world has been created and the primordial era has been reenacted.
An indescribably terrifying burst of blood and qi erupted, and divine light shone from Li Ming's body. The soaring karmic force and yin energy could not touch him at all, and the aura of death would dissipate as soon as it approached him.
His physical body has now reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people, more solid than a vast world. Every cell contains the power of a dragon and an elephant. Even when this power is extremely restrained, it can naturally exude a great force, let alone when it is released now.
The opponent's power is essentially the death power of the underworld, a death aura that has continued for millions of years, something almost the opposite of blood and qi.
The collision of the two is like the blazing sun entering the sea.
laugh!
The entire underworld trembled violently, as if the mournful screams of countless ghosts echoed.
"It's no use!"
The figure of the Underworld Emperor appeared in front of them, his body seemingly illusory, appearing and disappearing.
Even the sweeping blood energy, powerful enough to melt everything, failed to dissolve the opponent.
"I am the Lord of the Underworld, the embodiment of death."
The Underworld Emperor's voice was cold, and his expression was unusually calm:
"Even if the Buddha himself came, he could not suppress me. You may not know, but I have already killed all the disciples of Ksitigarbha!"
As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and endless death energy flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.
In the blink of an eye.
It has already changed to a different time and space.
This is a dark and sunless place, a vast and boundless world where wandering souls are as numerous as the sea.
Death is the only thing.
Rumble!
A terrifying pressure was omnipresent in the sky.
That is the Netherworld of Fengdu, with civil and military judges, various great gods, day and night wandering gods, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Six Heavens of Luofeng, and the Five Ghost Emperors!
Above all the ghosts and gods was a Lord of the Underworld with red hair, black robes, and bloodshot eyes. Two blood-red longswords were held horizontally in front of him, exuding a terrifying killing intent that could slaughter the heavens and earth and destroy everything.
"A peaceful death eliminates a hundred worries, while a life of cowardice breeds ten thousand anxieties..."
"Today, I bring you death!"
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