The river in front of us was incredibly cold, and a strange black mist floated on its surface.
The figures of vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts could be vaguely seen within the black mist.
On the river, there are also floating skeletons.
"This is the River of the Underworld!"
Ye Feng was taken aback, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The legend of the Yellow Springs River had been told to him by his master when they were on Kunlun Mountain.
This river originates in the underworld and flows underground.
Even the most skilled martial artist would die instantly if they drank a mouthful of the Yellow Spring Water.
However, on both banks of the Yellow Springs River, there is a kind of spiritual herb called the Netherworld Herb.
This spiritual herb is a great tonic for cultivators with a Xuan Yin constitution, as it can greatly enhance their Xuan Yin attributes.
Zhou Xiaoke just happens to need it.
Looking around, Ye Feng indeed found two small black grasses growing in a crevice in the cliff by the river. The leaves were all black and emitted a faint black light.
This is the Netherworld Grass.
Before going down into the river, Ye Feng casually picked the Netherworld Grass.
All of this may seem like a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.
To guard against any unforeseen circumstances, Ye Feng summoned the Heaven and Earth Dao Diagram, which unleashed rays of divine light that formed a light shield around him.
The Xuanyuan Sword slashed through the air, unleashing sharp and ruthless sword energy that chased after the mysterious black bead in front of it.
The massive iron hammer, imbued with immense force, slammed down on the bead, stirring up the waters of the River of the Dead, causing them to surge and create towering waves.
The deeper one goes, the colder the river water becomes. If a martial artist of average cultivation level were to enter, they would be unable to withstand the bone-chilling cold and would have frozen to death long ago.
Soon, the black bead in front reappeared.
Ye Feng sped up and caught up, unleashing sharp sword energy towards the black bead.
Along the way, they encountered many vengeful spirits and ghosts, all of whom were defeated by Ye Feng's Nine Heavens Thunder.
The cries of agony continued to echo.
These wronged souls and vengeful ghosts had been trapped in the Yellow Springs River for countless years. Meeting Ye Feng was a release for them, allowing them to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the black bead disappeared, and all that remained was chaos.
Even Ye Feng's Purple-Gold Divine Eyes couldn't see through it.
Just in case, Ye Feng released the drought demon from the Hell Furnace.
The drought demon is three meters tall, like a section of a pitch-black iron tower.
Its eyes gleamed with ferocity, its body was covered in scales, it exuded terrifying explosive power, its mouth was wide with fangs, and it emitted low growls from its throat.
Soon, Ye Feng ventured deeper into the chaos ahead.
The jet-black bead mysteriously disappeared after it reached this point.
However, Ye Feng was certain that the bead was inside and had not escaped this chaotic region.
After entering the chaotic area, Ye Feng continued his search.
The temperature inside is lower than outside, and it's eerily quiet all around.
Even when Ye Feng activated his Purple-Gold Divine Eyes, he couldn't see very far.
Finally, he locked onto the aura of the jet-black bead, which was not far ahead.
Ye Feng followed the other's aura and continued forward.
Soon, what appeared in front of him took him by surprise.
From the depths of chaos, a vast, undulating, pitch-black palace appeared.
It was very far away from him, separated by layers of black mist, yet it felt as if it were right next to him.
Faint cries could still be heard coming from inside the palace, sending chills down one's spine.
This scene was very familiar; he had seen it before, deep within the William family's stronghold in the Eagle Nation, when he razed it to the ground.
Therefore, it was easily recognizable at a glance.
These are fragments of hell!
Three thousand years ago, the great war between gods and demons in the Xia Dynasty.
The battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth collapsed, and the sun and moon lost their light.
The Heavenly Court has collapsed, and the whereabouts of the gods are unknown.
Hell shattered, turning into fragments scattered across the globe.
Unexpectedly, I encountered one of them here again.
The jet-black bead is hidden among these fragments of hell.
Last time, deep within the William family's territory, Ye Feng didn't dare to venture in rashly because his cultivation level wasn't high enough.
This time, his cultivation had reached the Yang God level, and he had condensed the Yang God Dharma Image.
Without a second thought, he strode forward and soon entered the fragment of hell.
The fragments of hell were shrouded in a chilling wind and gloomy clouds.
Inside the dilapidated palace, many structures had collapsed and were overgrown with weeds.
There are still many marks of swords and knives on the walls and the ground.
The corpses had long since been weathered away, turning to ashes in the gust of cold wind.
The atmosphere here is deathly still.
With the Heaven and Earth Dao Diagram above Ye Feng's head and divine light protecting him, there was no need to worry too much.
He walked step by step toward the dark hall.
The aura of that jet-black bead emanated faintly from the depths of the main hall once again.
At the entrance of the main hall, there is a row of statues of ferocious beasts.
There are hellish pythons, underworld gluttons, and vicious dogs with three heads.
Some roared ferociously.
Some roared to the sky.
Others are preparing to lower their heads and launch an attack.
"Squeak!"
Ye Feng slowly pushed open the tightly closed hall door, making a piercing sound that echoed in the empty hall.
The main hall was dimly lit, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Strangely, the main hall was empty; there was nothing there.
It looks like it's been completely looted.
They didn't even leave behind a broken table, not even a single thread.
All around were hard, large blue stones, their cold surfaces gleaming with a dim, chilling light.
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