Wujin Tribe.

After listening to Wuhe’s account, a glimmer of light flashed in Wuluo’s deep eyes, as if he were pondering.

"I see."

His tone remained calm, without much fluctuation, speaking slowly and surely:

"This intelligence... is considered quite important."

"Since the two guests who brought the intelligence can’t leave now, find a place for them to stay for the time being."

"They have contributed by bringing back the intelligence, so if they have any requests, as long as they’re not too excessive, try to accommodate them. You will be responsible for this matter."

To Wuluo, the two cultivators trapped in the Underworld were merely trivial matters.

What he was really contemplating was evidently something else.

"Yes, father..."

Wuhe responded, but lingered, unwilling to retreat.

He wanted to ask the reason in his heart, but having been reprimanded by Wuluo earlier, he hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm?"

Wuluo glanced at him, seeing through his little thoughts, and suddenly spoke:

"It’s about time."

"Since you are bound to encounter these eventually, why not choose today?"

As he spoke, he stood up from the high-backed throne, his strong body a full head taller than Wuhe.

"Father?"

Wuhe was stunned for a moment, then reacted, showing a hint of surprise.

"Come with me."

As Wuluo finished speaking, he directly grabbed Wuhe’s shoulder.

"Whoosh!"

The two suddenly disappeared from the hall, without anyone around noticing.

In that instant, Wuhe’s head felt dizzy, and the surrounding light and space became extremely strange, as if only endless black lines remained, pulling away repeatedly.

After an unknown amount of time:

"We have arrived."

The familiar voice startled Wuhe awake from his foggy state.

He opened his eyes wide to see, and lo and behold, before him was an endless black rock wall extending to the horizon.

"Is this... the ’Celestial Wall’? I don’t know which part of the Celestial Wall this is?"

Wuhe turned his head to look at his father standing beside him.

For outsiders, the vast Underworld had long been thoroughly explored by the Wujin Tribe, and the boundaries in all directions except for the Magnetic Barrier had been investigated—these were the so-called ’Celestial Walls.’

As the name implies, these are barriers created by heaven and earth, not only incredibly strong and difficult to destroy with Qi Soul but also forbidding the use of methods to escape and traverse, making them an insurmountable natural barrier for the Wujin Tribe.

When Wuhe was young, he also attempted to explore the mysteries of the Celestial Wall, but even with all his Qi Soul, he could only break a few yards into the wall, ultimately returning without success.

"Could it be that within this Celestial Wall, the tribe harbors a secret?"

Wuhe, upon thinking of this, felt an inexplicable excitement and anticipation rise in his heart.

But the development of events was completely different from what he expected:

"Celestial Wall?!"

Wuluo laughed and then shouted, "Watch carefully!"

Before his words fell, a vast black cloud of Qi surged out from Wuluo’s body!

The black cloud of Qi was unimaginably heavy, like clouds formed from ground black lead, yet a hundred times heavier than bronze or iron, vast and mighty like tidal waves!

"What terrifying Qi Soul!"

Wuhe stared in shock at this scene.

He was very familiar with the black cloud of Qi, which was cultivated from the Celestial Crow Crying Marsh Skill, yet it was purer and more vast than his own by immeasurable amounts.

He knew long ago that his father Wuluo had cultivated to the Seventh Heaven of Qi Soul, possessing exceedingly terrifying strength.

But usually, he only had a vague concept of it until he personally witnessed Wuluo going all out, feeling the vastness of his Qi Soul like a sea, truly experiencing the terror of his father!

"Boom!"

The Celestial Crow’s Spirit instantly condensed into form, transforming into a battle colossus a thousand yards tall, with spiral horns on its head, spikes and blades on its arms, feet, shoulders, and elbows, eyes flashing scarlet, filled with a fierce and brutal aura.

This was the highest achievement of the Celestial Crow Crying Marsh Skill, the Qi Soul condensed into form, and also the Celestial Crow Demon God worshiped by generations of the Wujin Tribe!

Under Wuhe’s gaze:

The towering Celestial Crow Demon God took a step forward and punched the black ’Celestial Wall’ directly!

"Crack..."

The indestructible black rock wall shattered and collapsed in large sections under the terrifying might of the Seventh Heaven of Qi Soul.

The black rock wall, which even Golden Core Level Divine Techniques and Magical Treasures found extremely difficult to destroy, was pierced through by hundreds of yards with one punch from the Celestial Crow Demon God.

But just after a hundred yards:

What was hidden beneath the black rock wall finally appeared—

"Buzz!"

A golden light wall suddenly appeared, blocking the Celestial Crow Demon God’s punch, a punch capable of collapsing mountains and overturning rivers, yet it was like a mud-ox entering the sea, not stirring up the slightest ripple.

A terrifying strike that could severely injure or even kill an ordinary Lord Nascent Soul seemed insignificant, merely a gentle breeze against this golden light wall.

"What, what is this?!"

Wuhe’s eyes widened round, seeing an unbelievable scene.

In that instant, through the gap created by Wu Luo when he unleashed a punch with the Celestial Crow Demon God, he saw the golden wall of light behind the black rock wall, which seemed endless.

Looking up, it stretched upward to infinity; looking down, it reached depths immeasurable; looking around, it spanned unlimited widths and breadths.

This was absolutely not a naturally formed object of the world.

"What... what is that thing exactly?"

Wuhe’s heart trembled, feeling as though lightning coursed through his entire body.

"Did you see it?"

The towering Celestial Crow Demon God, like a mountain, had already unwound and dissolved without notice. Wu Luo’s gaze was incredibly deep as he looked towards his son:

"That is the barrier that imprisons us, the shackles that bind us."

His tone was still calm as ever, but it seemed to carry something more.

"Barrier... shackles..."

Wuhe’s eyes lost focus, murmuring and chewing on these words.

"In ancient times, we were a prosperous and powerful tribe, living in the vast and boundless underworld."

"We grew stronger by the day until a catastrophe that swept the heavens and the earth occurred, engulfing us as well."

Wu Luo’s tone was exceptionally calm as he recounted:

"All beings in this world united to quell the catastrophe, and our Zhuoxiu Tribe was among them, paying a great price."

"But what we got in return was neither praise nor respect, but deceit and betrayal!"

"After the catastrophe, the Immortal Dao Cultivators led the reconstruction of order, but they took this opportunity to directly divide the underworld into different sections, severing all ties between tribes, dismembering us from a whole into fragments, and preventing us from ever going to the surface again."

"For over ten thousand years thereafter, we were confined to isolated underworlds, like wild beasts chained and imprisoned, no longer able to threaten the surface Immortal Dao Cultivators."

"We don’t even know the situation of our brother tribes in other underworlds, whether they too have survived."

Wu Luo’s words, one by one, pounded like heavy hammers on Wuhe’s heart.

"This, this..."

Wuhe’s mind was in chaos, thoughts colliding a thousandfold in his head, unable to regain clarity for a moment.

Wu Luo stood with his hands behind his back, not urging him.

Not until a while later did Wuhe gradually calm his emotions, taking a deep breath:

"...I understand, Father."

"What about the tremors before, and the sudden closure of the Magnetic Barrier, what’s that about?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Luo didn’t answer directly but lifted his head, seemingly looking towards the infinitely distant heights:

"The Immortal Dao Cultivators back then did not completely seal all the underworlds; for some unknown reason, they specifically left this portal."

"Where there’s a door, there will naturally be a lock."

"It’s not just one lock, but three locks, crafted with exquisite precision, capable of operating autonomously with celestial movements to adapt over time. It not only stops those who shouldn’t leave but also allows certain key figures to enter when necessary."

He turned to look at Wuhe beside him, the corners of his mouth slightly curling:

"In what situation do you think such a delicate lock would fail?"

Upon hearing this, Wuhe’s eyes brightened:

"An automatic lock will malfunction when the door it’s attached to... or even the entire cage is compromised!"

The more he spoke, the more his voice rose, his emotions surging like a stormy sea.

"Hahaha..."

Wu Luo laughed heartily, sighing:

"Nothing in heaven or earth can withstand time."

"Thousands of years have slowly passed, and formerly indestructible things have been eroded and battered, weakened to the point of collapse."

"When the earth quaked before, I sensed something, but wasn’t quite sure yet."

"Until those two Earth Surface Cultivators brought back news about the Magnetic Barrier, it truly confirmed it for me—this is the prelude to the cage collapsing."

Wuhe’s heart surged, unable to hold back as he asked:

"So soon, we’ll be able to break free of this cage and charge out of this small underworld?"

"Of course, it’s not that simple."

Wu Luo smiled and waved his hand, stating:

"This is merely a sign, and the final collapse of this cage will still take a little time."

"And this cage and shackles that bind us have existed for more than ten thousand years; for it, ’a little time’ might mean hundreds or even thousands of years for us."

He looked at Wuhe with a gentle smile:

"I’m already over a thousand years old, and I may not live to see it, but you will certainly witness that day."

"..."

Wuhe was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"Once the cage collapses, the Immortal Dao Cultivators’ blockade will fall apart, and the entire underworld will be reconnected into one."

"We can sense this sign; the descendants and heirs of those Immortal Dao Cultivators who orchestrated it all at the time won’t remain ignorant or take no action."

"And yet now, coincidentally, two Earth Surface Cultivators happened to come down..."

At this point, he paused, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes:

"Father, in my view, we might as well capture those two Earth Surface Cultivators and interrogate them with force!"

Originally, he held no particular bias against Earth Surface Cultivators and adhered to normal treatment principles.

But after hearing Wu Luo’s revelations and truths, seeds of hatred had taken root and sprouted in his heart, making it hard for him to contain the disgust and even animosity towards the surface Immortal Dao Cultivators.

In his view, those two could very well be spies and traitors of the surface Immortal Dao Cultivators.

Even if they weren’t, it didn’t matter; their value had already been exhausted, and killing them was of no consequence.