Chapter 103 The Poisonous Scroll Ends in the Cultivation World, Ancient Dazhou, Huamo Palace.
In the cultivation world, on the ancient continent of Dazhou, lies the Flower Silent Palace.
"Your Excellency, the King Hui formation is suddenly showing signs of collapse!!"
"What do you mean?!"
"The Palace Master is in danger!"
Upon hearing the servant's report, the Right Chancellor could no longer sit still and rushed to the underground of Huamo Palace, to the location of the King Hui's magic array.
The dragon pearl held in the mouth of the coiled snake on the King's Viper Formation was dim and shimmered with cracks. As for the superior spirit stones placed in various positions on the formation, a huge amount of spiritual energy was rapidly being lost. In this way, in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the spirit stones that maintain the operation of the formation will be completely exhausted and turn into stone dust.
The disciples who usually guarded the magic array were sweating profusely with anxiety, having never encountered such a situation before. They clutched their spirit stones, nervously waiting to replace the useless ones at any moment.
The Right Prime Minister scrutinized the situation for a moment, then immediately used a communication stone to call out to someone: "Left Prime Minister, you can actually find the location of the Palace Master, right? This time is different from before. If we don't save her now, the Palace Master will never come back! Even now, are you still going to stick to that damned clan rule and abandon the Palace Master?!"
However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no reply.
The Right Chancellor was furious and planned to personally drag the person over.
However, he did not expect that before he even stepped out of the underground, the Left Prime Minister, who always had a gloomy face, would appear.
The other party remained silent, only moving towards the magic circle.
"Wait for me!" Right side immediately followed.
Then, the compass in the Left Prime Minister's hand shone brightly with golden light, and one of the golden rays transformed into a string of characters that floated in mid-air. Without changing his expression, the Left Prime Minister flicked his finger, and the golden light turned around and instantly disappeared into the Right Prime Minister's brow.
"...Is this the location of the Palace Master?!"
However, before the Right Prime Minister could finish speaking, a force suddenly surged from behind him, pushing him into the magic array. At the last moment, he heard the Left Prime Minister's deep, resonant voice, like that of an old, worn-out zither:
"The Palace Master is counting on you."
The Right Chancellor's eyes widened, but before he could even utter a curse, he was swept into the vortex within the magic array.
After a few breaths, or perhaps several hours, the Right Prime Minister was completely unsure. He only knew that the void before him had suddenly transformed into a pavilion surrounded by red walls. The rain, mixed with hailstones the size of fists, was lashing his face. He subconsciously tried to use his supernatural powers to shake it off, but then realized that the spiritual energy within his body was greatly reduced after being mobilized, so he stopped.
The Right Chancellor cried out in pain and thrashed about, while searching for cover.
When he rushed into the palace draped with gauze curtains, he found a huge shadow shrouded in black mist inside. Judging from its outline, it looked like a dragon scorpion with a huge lotus flower blooming on its back.
"...Palace Master?!" the Right Chancellor exclaimed in shock.
Upon closer inspection of the dragon aura beneath the black mist, the Right Chancellor finally dared to confirm it. He was almost overjoyed and cried out, "Palace Master!!!"
Because of the swirling black mist, his facial features were not clearly visible, but the Right Chancellor intuitively felt that the Palace Master in front of him had clearly moved his eyes and looked at him.
This is demonic transformation...?! What on earth happened to the Palace Master?!
The Right Chancellor looked around and found that the servants in the hall were all huddled far away from the center, not daring to approach or leave, and their faces were filled with a fear as if the sky were falling.
It was as if the sky had fallen! And that demonic energy shot straight at their faces, seemingly capable of slicing off human skin—a truly terrifying sight. The Right Chancellor barely managed to get close enough to try and communicate with the demonic figure in the center: "Your Majesty, I am too late to save you, I deserve to die! Your Majesty, are you now lucid?!"
Unfortunately, the demonic shadow only responded to his previous words; now it remained motionless, only chuckling softly.
The Right Chancellor could only capture ordinary people, interrogate them, and see if they had any potential for breakthroughs.
Zhao Kelin, who had been inexplicably arrested, remained indifferent, even having the leisure to scrutinize the Right Chancellor's strange attire. However, none of this stirred any emotion in him. He simply replied, "You ask why the Emperor has become like this? Has he gone mad? Can't he even see that?"
From Zhao Kelin's perspective, he couldn't see the black mist on the King of Poison, but this natural disaster came at just the right time, disappearing around the same time as the corpse of the True Monk. Everything was crystal clear.
The man on the right was furious at the man's disrespect towards the King of Poison, and he asked him in a harsh voice, "What is the matter?"
Zhao Kelin leaned against the pillar, watching the crumbling bricks and tiles being torn away by the gale, and sneered, "What kind of monarch is it to have the world perish with the death of his beloved?"
But when he mentioned this, Zhao Kelin's eyes clearly revealed envy.
If he had had the same determination back then, disregarding societal norms and defying his family, would he have been able to occupy a place in that person's heart...?
But it was all too late.
It's better to end it here.
The Right Chancellor was extremely shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.
That young, ruthless ruler who, with his iron fist, ruthlessly unified and brought the entire Poison Dragon Clan under his control—his palace master—actually had fallen for mortal desires?! What celestial being could drive the palace master mad for such a thing?!
At this time, the Right Chancellor did not fully believe it, but when he used this to persuade the King of Poison, he found that the King of Poison was wavering and the demonic energy on his body really began to dissipate, revealing the King of Poison's true appearance. The Right Chancellor was shocked and had no choice but to believe that such a person really existed.
The King of Zhen's gaze slowly fell on the Right Chancellor not far in front of him, and his mind cleared for a moment. "Minister Pu?"
"Thank heavens, Your Majesty, you have finally recognized me!" Pu Xunzhi was almost moved to tears, wanting to depict the much more mature Your Majesty before him in his Purple Mansion.
Despite the risk of being corrupted by demonic energy, Pu Xunzhi stepped forward and grasped the King of Poison's wrist. "I apologize for the intrusion. Please allow me to diagnose the Palace Master."
The Poison King struggled for a moment, his demonic energy surging wildly, but it was suppressed in the blink of an eye, allowing him to avoid Pu Xunzhi.
After examining him closely, Pu Xunzhi's fingers tightened, and his face grew paler. He couldn't help but look up at the Poison King, his voice trembling as he said, "Palace Master...you've been poisoned by immortal poison? Who...who did this?!"
Immortal Poison is the king of all poisons. It is usually made from the blood, energy, or essence of immortals and it corrodes non-immortals.
Pu Xun instinctively reached out to check the back of the Poison King, but the demonic energy blocked him. No matter how he tried to persuade him, the demonic energy on the Poison King prevented him from getting close, pushing him away time and time again, and did not obey the Poison King's barely maintained clear will.
There's definitely something fishy going on!
Pu Xunzhi enveloped himself in spiritual energy and rushed into the swirling demonic energy. He slapped the back of the Poison King with his palm, using his spiritual energy to probe the area.
His expression changed immediately upon seeing what it was.
Beneath the dragon robe, on the back of the Poison King, a lotus flower of extreme intricacy and allure was "blooming." The dark tattoo lines were interspersed with flowing crimson gold light, and upon closer inspection, the petals had a full ten layers!
The Ten-Petaled Realm is the highest level of demonic possession!
The dragon scorpion formed from demonic energy raised its giant pincers and launched a fierce attack on Pu Xunzhi. Caught off guard, Pu Xunzhi was sent flying, crashing into and breaking two thick dragon-patterned beams.
Pu Xun's throat was filled with a metallic taste. He opened his eyes and looked at the Poison King, who was now completely enveloped in demonic energy. He examined the little spiritual energy left in his body, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes tightly and silently said in his heart: I'm sorry, Palace Master.
In an instant, several fine, silver needle-like rays pierced the acupoints on the head of the Poison King, then transformed into chains that bound the precarious Purple Mansion of the Poison King, embedding a total of eighteen layers of silver restrictions within it.
A moment later, the howling hurricane and hailstorm above all stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sunlight immediately shone on the endless, ravaged earth, gilding it with a warm golden light.
The crimson in the eyes of the Poison King gradually faded, and Pu Xun's men could detect that the ten petals on the back of the Poison King were also withering away one by one, finally settling on an eight-petaled form.
However, he had exhausted all his spiritual energy, leaving none for himself to escape the small world.
He couldn't help but stare nervously at the Poison King.
After a while, the focus in the eyes of the King of Poison returned to normal. After looking around for a long time, he slowly turned to look at Pu Xunzhi beside him.
"Apu, where is this place?" King Zhen asked softly.
Pu Xunzhi was stunned.
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A small boat drifted on the long River of Oblivion, with three people on board whispering among themselves around Masakatsu, who was bound by the Soul-Hooking Chains.
"Blackie is incredibly skilled! He actually managed to subdue such a ghost."
"..." Black Impermanence wanted to say that he hadn't bound the person, but that the person had bound the soul-snatching lock to himself. But under the other person's worshipful gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
The other ghost soldier, however, did not join in the flattery as usual. Instead, he rowed the boat while keeping a close eye on the thin undergarment that barely revealed the skin beneath Masakuni's cloak.
The ghostly soldiers beside him followed his gaze and looked over.
"This is just too improper..." the ghost soldier spat.
As they drew closer to the gates of the underworld, Black Impermanence calmed down considerably and finally noticed Masaki's attire. It was rare to see someone not wearing an outer garment, but instead draped in a magnificent cloak, with golden anklets adorning his slender ankles. Coupled with his handsome appearance, it was hard not to associate him with a gigolo or similar profession.
No wonder the malevolent aura was so strong... Although Black Impermanence was wary, he couldn't help but show pity in his eyes.
At this moment, Masakatsu was not truly asleep, his eyes closed; the Soul-Hooking Chains had no binding force on a living person like him. Unable to summon his divine sense, he could only use his body to feel the swaying of the ship and the damp air rushing towards him, listening to the sound of a waterfall not far away, hoping that the three would divulge some useful information. But for some reason, since the beginning, the three had been eerily silent.
After a long while, the ghostly soldiers asked Black Impermanence, "Lord Black, what should we do with this person?"
"...This person is extremely dangerous. In the worst-case scenario, he could reach the level of 'evil spirit' and must be taken to the Black Prison," said Black Impermanence.
Upon hearing the words "Black Prison," the ghost soldiers all gasped in shock.
Upon hearing this, Shinju's eyes flickered slightly beneath his eyelids. He had a gut feeling that it wouldn't be a good place, and it seemed he would have to find a way to escape once he entered the underworld.
However, as soon as he thought this, the boat beneath him suddenly lurched violently, and the suspended bow plunged vertically downwards, plunging down the waterfall.
At the very bottom of the waterfall, two heavy, eerie doors slowly open, gradually revealing the scenery beyond—atop a fiery volcano stand suspended houses adorned with green lanterns, while below, rows of towering buildings and low houses cluster together, streets and bridges intertwine, and countless spirits gather in the bustling alleys.
The bow of the ship reached the gates of the underworld, where two enormous, transparent gatekeepers emerged, looking down upon the people on the ship. Their booming voices rang out: "The underworld is a place of no return."
"Peace reigns throughout the land," Black Impermanence replied, raising his token.
As soon as the token touched the barrier between the inside and outside of the gate, it instantly rippled out golden light. The two gate gods silently retreated back to the gate and closed their fierce eyes.
Although Shinju didn't open his eyes, he could tell that they had arrived at the door. His heart pounded with worry that he, a living person, would be blocked by the door's restrictions.
However, the ship slowly sailed into the gate without provoking a reaction from the restriction. Only after a short while did the two gate gods suddenly open their third eyes, their faces showing a look of panic rarely seen in a century.
But at this moment, the boat had already steadily entered the Yin Cao Inner River, and the slight smile on Shinju's lips revealed his excitement.
The underworld! He's here!
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