Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 398 - 222 Sanqing’s Past! Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture! (5800 words)_2

There was actually such a place beneath Dragon Head Peak. How astonishing!

Wang Xiu looked around, seeing one somber space after another. Each contained its own universe, with space distorted as if they were neatly arranged small worlds. Within them were various huge instruments of punishment, all engraved with runes. They were clearly not meant for the Human Race! The stench of blood here was extremely heavy, enduring through the ages without fading, filling the air with a bone-chilling resentment. Countless beings must have suffered calamities here. But there was one noticeable feature: the place seemed to have been deserted for a very long time. Everything was extremely ancient, as if it hadn’t been maintained for a thousand years.

"This is the Nine Nether Prison," Zhuo Canglang began to explain. "It was once used to suppress Great Demons, Demon Race lords, and even the Demon Emperor..."

"This is the Nine Nether Prison?" Wang Xiu exclaimed.

The name was not unfamiliar; it was well-known throughout the cultivation world of Nanzhou. There were several forbidden zones in the lands of Nanzhou, places so perilous that even those with heaven-defying Cultivation Levels dared not set foot inside, rumored to bring even Demons and Gods to their demise. Most of them were hidden in vast, unknown primeval mountains, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Nine Nether Prison was the sole exception. Back when the Sanqing Immortal Sect was at its most glorious, it held sway over the Righteous Path and hosted assemblies for ten thousand immortals, making it the undisputed uncrowned king. The other Great Immortal Gates had devils they couldn’t kill and demons they couldn’t slay. The Sanqing Immortal Sect would kill them; the Sanqing Immortal Sect would slay them!

There were also many human traitors who held high positions and possessed immense power, yet chose to betray the Human Race by colluding with the Demon Race, causing terrifying disasters. Among them were more than a few figures as high-ranking as Deputy Sect Masters of other Immortal Sects. They were arrogant and incredibly difficult to capture, causing the Immortal Alliance an immense headache. But once the Sanqing Immortal Sect took action, no one, regardless of who they were, escaped with their lives. All were captured and either executed on the spot or... thrown into prison.

Those confined in the Nine Nether Prison were all guilty of heinous crimes and were overpoweringly mighty. Ordinary methods could barely scratch them. But once thrown into the Nine Nether Prison, there was basically no chance of getting out. In those years, the very name "Nine Nether Prison" was enough to make countless Demon Cultivators and members of the Demon Race tremble in fear at its mere mention. This place had once suppressed tremendously vicious beings.

Even during that great battle, when the Demon Race retaliated against the Sanqing Immortal Sect, reducing its three hundred and sixty branches to a mere thirty-six and causing the deaths of countless elites, the sect was nearly exterminated. Yet, no one had ever heard news of the Nine Nether Prison being breached. However, since then, the Nine Nether Prison had seemingly vanished, and no one ever mentioned it again. Some speculated that the Nine Nether Prison was a Cave Heaven World that, like the other Cave Heavens of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, had been destroyed in that battle.

Who would have thought it still existed! And it was right beneath Sanqing’s main peak, Dragon Head Peak!

Upon arriving here, Zhuo Canglang spoke even less, his face filled with solemnity. Even the two crows on his shoulders were unusually silent. The two of them continued to delve deeper, finally arriving before a passageway.

Here, twelve withered skeletons were arranged in neat rows, their bodies emitting a faint golden glow. The light was not strong, yet it was incredibly resilient, concealing the surrounding void. The skeletons were thin but exuded an unbelievably majestic aura. Dead for an unknown number of years, they still seemed powerful and full of divinity, like immortal bones. From the Firmament above, streams of divine radiance poured down, like countless stars showering silvery light. They flowed like silver rain across the entire Nine Nether Prison.

THUD!

Without a word, Zhuo Canglang dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly. Seeing this, Wang Xiu followed suit without hesitation.

After they had both kowtowed three times, Zhuo Canglang slowly explained, "During the Demon Race invasion, our Sanqing Immortal Sect had twelve Earth Immortal ancestors. To prevent the Nine Nether Prison from being breached and releasing the suppressed Great Demons and Evil Demons back into the mortal world, they willingly entered dissolution. They burned their own immortal power to completely annihilate all the devils and demons inside! They left their spirit bones behind to stand guard here for a thousand years, continuously purifying the Devil Qi and Demonic Qi in the Nine Nether Prison. The price was that they would never enter Reincarnation!"

The beings suppressed in the Nine Nether Prison back then were no simple foes. Almost all of them were at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage or higher, whether they were from the Devil Race, the Demon Race, or were human traitors. Anyone below this Realm simply wasn’t qualified to be imprisoned in the Nine Nether Prison, nor was there any need. They could just be annihilated directly.

Only those comparable to Earth Immortals—beings with formidable methods who were incredibly difficult to kill and had multiple lives to spare—were imprisoned here. Even if their physical bodies were destroyed, their Spirits would still be a huge problem. The slightest carelessness could allow them to stage a comeback. Even if their Spirits were also erased, if even a hint of the residual Devil Qi, Demonic Qi, and resentment leaked out, it could have an unimaginably terrifying effect on ordinary Cultivators. It could delude their minds or allow them to be controlled by demonic nature. In short, they were extremely troublesome.

These twelve Earth Immortal ancestors from the Sanqing Immortal Sect had essentially traded life for life, using their entire life’s cultivation to forcibly keep the devils and demons of the Nine Nether Prison contained so they could not harm the mortal world. At the cost of giving up their own reincarnation, they suppressed this place for eternity.

Gazing at the twelve sets of Earth Immortal bones radiating a faint golden light, Wang Xiu’s heart grew heavy, a mix of complex emotions stirring within him. He bowed and once again paid his respects to the twelve sets of immortal bones with three deep bows.

Zhuo Canglang watched silently, neither stopping him nor speaking. Afterward, he led Wang Xiu past the immortal bones and deeper inside.

The path ahead suddenly opened up. Fine trees grew in abundance, along with all sorts of plants. A small bridge crossed a flowing stream, and clouds and mist veiled a pleasant, picturesque scene. A small, mounded hill could be seen nearby.

The scenery was delightful, a vast improvement from the Nine Nether Prison. Yet for some reason, arriving here filled him with an inexplicable sense of awe.