Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant-Chapter 514: Water of the Nether River

Shen Xuan shook his head slightly: "No."

"I, Shen, have always been a lone wolf, not cooperating with anyone."

In his opinion, the three Demon Lords before him, including Demon Lord Wan Meng, have no basis for cooperation.

That is mutual trust.

Among them, there’s not even the most basic trust.

In case of encountering an enemy, not only must one deal with the enemy, but also divert part of one’s attention to guard against them.

Rather than that, it’s better to follow one’s own path separately.

Demon Lord Yaotong said coldly: "Since Fellow Daoist Shen has no intention to cooperate, we won’t force it."

"However, in the Netherrealm space, dangers abound. Fellow Daoist Shen, you won’t be against us, right?"

Demon Lord Xueying moved a few steps closer to Demon Lord Yaotong.

Clearly, this was also a statement.

The two planned to team up.

"No, I won’t!"

Shen Xuan cupped his hands in salute: "I have no grievances with the two Daoists. We all seek profit, no need for life-and-death battles."

"After coming out, if there are treasures that the two Daoists need, Shen Xuan is willing to trade them at equivalent value."

Upon hearing this, Demon Lord Yaotong and Demon Lord Xueying exchanged a glance and nodded slowly.

They were equally wary of Shen Xuan.

At this realm of cultivation, without sufficient benefit, no one is willing to fight to the death with cultivators of the same level.

"What about you, Demon Lord Wan Meng?"

Demon Lord Yaotong asked.

Demon Lord Wan Meng glanced at Demon Lord Yaotong and Demon Lord Xueying.

With a charming laugh.

"Wan Meng and Fellow Daoist Shen are old acquaintances. I’ll go with him."

Demon Lord Wan Meng laughed joyfully and moved to Shen Xuan’s side: "Wan Meng has been inside before and can guide you."

Shen Xuan looked at the smiling Demon Lord Wan Meng before him.

He thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He indeed needed a guide.

If it was just Demon Lord Wan Meng alone, he was confident he could handle it.

Whether it’s on the bed or off the bed.

"Alright! Then it’s settled!"

"After entering, we’ll split into two groups and go our separate ways."

Seeing Shen Xuan agree, Demon Lord Wan Meng clapped her hands and said.

...

Everyone flew together to the bottom of the sinkhole.

Shen Xuan and Demon Lord Wan Meng stood in the middle of the sinkhole, while Demon Lord Yaotong, Demon Lord Xueying, along with seven direct disciples, stood in a fan shape.

"The entrance to the Netherrealm space isn’t fixed! It changes with the surrounding energy flow."

Demon Lord Yaotong said calmly.

"With Fellow Daoist Yaotong here, finding the entrance to the Netherrealm space is no trouble at all!"

Demon Lord Wan Meng laughed charmingly.

Demon Lord Yaotong’s eyes flashed with a strange light as he scanned the twisted space around them.

A dozen breaths later.

"It’s here."

Demon Lord Yaotong approached the western pit wall, his white bone cloak fluttering without wind.

"The Netherrealm space is different from ordinary secret realms; it’s filled with dense Yin Qi. You must use skillful force to break it; brute force will cause a space collapse."

As soon as the words fell.

A ghostly blue flame flared up in Demon Lord Yaotong’s eye sockets, shooting out two solid deep blue beams that slowly swept over the void ahead.

This was his innate divine power, the Ghost Fire Peeping Void Divine Light.

Where the divine light passed, the previously empty pit wall rippled with layer upon layer of grey ripples, like stones thrown into water.

Quickly, an irregularly edged, three-zhang tall dark portal appeared under the divine light.

The inside of the dark portal was deep and dark, out of sight with a single glance.

It seemed to be another dead silent world, with threads of extremely pure cold Yin Qi seeping out from it.

The seven direct disciples of the demon lords all shivered together.

"This is it!"

Demon Lord Yaotong’s voice carried a hint of fatigue.

Apparently, using such a pupil technique divine power consumed a lot.

"The entrance to the Netherrealm space is fragile and unstable; I ask the three Daoists to help stabilize it and pry it open!"

"I shall hold it steady!"

Demon Lord Wan Meng shouted crisply, her slender jade fingers making a hand seal, as strands of pink demonic energy flew out like ribbons, gently winding around the edges of the dark portal outline.

Like a spider web, temporarily slowing the portal’s twisting undulations.

Demon Lord Xueying snorted coldly, blood mist surging around him, transforming into two large blood-colored hands with fingers spread wide, clutching the left and right sides of the dark portal.

The fierce and aggressive blood fiend power surged out, clashing fiercely with the cold Nether Qi, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound as the portal was forcefully pried open.

Shen Xuan hesitated not for even a moment; pointing his fingers like a sword, an extremely pure Profound Ice Cold Qi shot out.

Within just a few breaths.

The space around the dark portal was entirely frozen by the Profound Ice Cold Qi.

The space no longer twisted, even the cold Nether Qi was frozen into countless tiny ice crystals, falling gently.

With everyone’s combined efforts, the entrance dark portal to the Netherrealm space stabilized.

Demon Lord Yaotong and Demon Lord Xueying glanced at Shen Xuan.

Their eyes full of dread.

This was merely the Ice Technique that Shen Xuan had displayed.

The power of his Dharma Realm was still unknown.

"It’s ready!"

Demon Lord Yaotong said in a deep voice.

Countless bone fragments from the white bone cloak flew up, forming two white bone hands, pushing towards the dark portal!

The dark portal silently opened slowly.

A dark, silent passage exuding a dangerous aura presented itself before everyone.

The dense, chilling Netherworld Qi solidified into mist-like threads, drifting within.

The temperature at the bottom of the sinkhole dropped sharply, forming a layer of black frost on the ground.

The Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil withdrew his skeletal hand.

Earlier, the four of them had each used their abilities.

Seemingly simple, it actually required a very high level of precision in power control, consuming not a small amount.

In truth, without the involvement of the Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil and the other three,

Shen Xuan alone could open the entrance to the Netherworld Space.

His Illusion-Breaking Spirit Eye Technique could also find the entrance.

However, there was no need for that.

At this moment, it was better to conceal his abilities and remain understated.

The passage entrance was stable, deep inside, with no scenery visible.

The mist-like chilling Netherworld Qi hindered the cultivators’ Divine Sense exploration.

"Let’s go, let’s enter together!"

The Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil’s eyes flickered with ghostly fire, transforming into a trail of black Escape Light, entering the secret passage first.

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord said nothing, turning into a blood-colored shadow, closely following behind.

The Charming Dream Demon Lord smiled sweetly at Shen Xuan, "Shen Xuan, let’s go in as well."

Leading the way, the pace was not fast.

Merely the flying speed of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

A half-hour later.

After speaking, she flew inside.

A Spiritual Light Shield lit up around Shen Xuan, isolating the invasive chilling Netherworld Qi, and he followed the Charming Dream Demon Lord into the passage.

Behind them, seven direct disciples of the Demon Lords gritted their teeth and followed in.

As the last person entered.

Without external support, the secret door trembled slightly, quickly contracting and closing, disappearing completely, as if it had never appeared.

The Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil reached the end of the passage, where a vast, grayish misty Netherworld Space appeared before him.

After a slight dizziness from the space transition, Shen Xuan and the three others were now in a bizarre, surreal world.​

The sky was a dim yellow, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, only murky chilling Netherworld Qi, eroding vitality, spreading continuously.

The land was barren, covered with jagged black-gray rocks, occasionally interspersed with scattered skeletons.

Ahead, a wide river lay before them.

The river water was a bizarre dark gray.

Countless twisted, anguished faces emerged and submerged on the river’s surface, issuing silent wails.

These were the resentful thoughts and remnants of souls left behind by living beings.

This was a tributary of the River of Woe.

Near the riverbank, there were some indescribable Netherworld creatures inhabiting.

They came in various forms, some as twisted shadows, some as monsters cobbled together from countless broken limbs and bones, and some a writhing, mouth-laden black mist.

These Netherworld creatures crawled by the riverbank, occasionally feeding on the resentful soul power contained within the River of Woe.

To them, it was a supreme delicacy.

The arrival of the group, especially Shen Xuan, carrying abundant vitality and a living aura, stood out like a torch in the night within this Netherworld, instantly attracting the attention of all the Netherworld creatures.

"Woo!"

A Netherworld creature resembling a giant bone spider emitted a strange howl, its eight compound eyes glowing a ghastly green, and it charged forward first!

Other Netherworld creatures, like a swarm of disturbed bees, surged forward, wrapped in a massive, ominous aura of resentment and death!

"Courting death!"

A direct disciple of the Blood Shadow Demon Lord, eager to prove himself, unfurled a White Bone Banner, rolling out demonic Qi to meet the Netherworld Bone Spider.

However, the Netherworld Bone Spider was completely unafraid of demonic Qi attacks; its sharp limbs easily tore through the demonic Qi, and it spewed out a mouthful of ghastly white Netherfire, instantly engulfing the disciple in flames.

The demonic Qi shield around the person was completely ineffective under the Netherfire attack.

"Ah!"

The harrowing scream was abruptly cut off.

The Netherworld Bone Spider lunged forward; the flaming body was shredded into pieces, and the flesh and blood were swiftly devoured by other swarming Netherworld creatures!

The entire process was astonishingly fast.

"Useless!"

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord snorted coldly, indifferent to the downfall of his direct disciple.

A blood mist churned around him, transforming into a massive blood spirit hand that covered the sky and wrapped around countless wailing blood-red spirits between its fingers, slamming down fiercely on the rampaging Netherworld Bone Spider!

"Boom!"​

The Netherworld Bone Spider, along with dozens of nearby low-level Netherworld creatures, was instantly crushed to powder like insects under the mighty blood spirit hand!

As the hand’s power dissipated, only a dragon-eye-sized bead was left at the original place, pitch-black and emitting pure soul power.

This was the Nether Pearl inside the Netherworld Bone Spider.

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord waved his hand, capturing the Nether Pearl, and sensed its density.

"Tier Two Upper Grade, not bad. This little thing has a nourishing effect on the Divine Soul."

The Charming Dream Demon Lord laughed coquettishly, "Fellow Daoist Blood Shadow’s Blood Spirit Palm has become increasingly formidable. In this Netherworld, it’s like a fish in water, with greatly enhanced power."

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord laughed heartily.

"Fellow Daoist Charming Dream jests. How could I not know, your Divine Power of the Bewitching Thought and Buddha Flower performs miraculous feats here."

The Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil cast the Ghost Fire Peeping Void Divine Light, scanning the restless group of Netherworld creatures.

Under his Divine Light’s suppression, those groups of Netherworld creatures dared not approach.

"These Netherworld creatures are endless, only gathering more and more. We should cross the river quickly!"

The resentful remnants in the River of Woe could taint the Divine Soul, confounding memories.

Shen Xuan recalled the information from the Intelligence Jade Scroll.

He had spent quite a few Spirit Stones to purchase it from the Charming Dream Demon Lord.

Just this tributary of the River of Woe could stop ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.

The River of Woe’s water flowed silently, countless resentful remnants floating and sinking within, emanating eroding, chilling Netherworld Qi. More Netherworld creatures gathered from all directions, eyeing them covetously, uttering spine-chilling howling sounds.

Among them were Netherworld creatures more powerful than the Netherworld Bone Spider.

"We can’t delay any longer, let’s go!"

The Demon Lord of the Bewitching Pupil took the lead.

In his eye sockets, the ghostly blue flames flared intensely, and the white bone cloak suddenly flew up with a clatter, instantly expanding to envelop him.

Each bone piece on the cloak manifested mysterious runes, forming a ghastly white bone shield that completely isolated the pervasive resentful remnants outside.

His figure flickered, sweeping up three direct disciples, transforming into a white stream of light, soaring over the River of Woe.