Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant-Chapter 519: The Angler of the Nether River

Ten days later.

Li Ruyi walked out of the cave mansion.

Her steps were steady and audible, and the aura surrounding her was unmistakably that of a True Pill Cultivator.

Her previously vague figure became clear in outline.

Refined features, solid brows and eyes, carrying a hint of burgeoning vitality.

"Congratulations Fellow Daoist Li, on condensing your True Pill!"

Shen Xuan congratulated her.

"Congratulations, Sister Ruyi!"

Wan Meng Demon Lord said with a playful laugh.

His attitude was warm, with a sense of shared honor.

Li Ruyi bowed and saluted: "Thank you Fellow Daoist Shen and Fellow Daoist Wan Meng for your protection."

Outside, the sounds of battle and Celestial Tribulation Divine Thunder, although separated by the array, she still perceived the commotion.

"Just a matter of duty."

Shen Xuan said with a gentle smile.

The two exchanged smiles.

At that moment, they both felt a sense of consolation.

This risky venture into the Nether Domain space was worth it.

From now on, Li Ruyi too would be a High Tier Cultivator, stepping into a new level of life.

Next, once she consolidates her Soul Body, she can Transform Void into Reality, regenerate flesh and bones, becoming a true Human Race Cultivator.

Even as a Nether Cultivator, she can continue on her path, achieve immortality through cultivation.

However, this path is more arduous and challenging than that of ordinary Spirit Cultivators.

"This place is not suitable for long stays. We better leave quickly!"

Shen Xuan briefly mentioned the covert assault by the Demon Lord of Demon Pupil.

"Fellow Daoist Shen’s words are very true. Ruyi agrees with Fellow Daoist Shen’s guess that the remnant soul of Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor might have turned into a Nether Cultivator, conspiring with the Demon Lord of Demon Pupil to lure cultivators here for his sacrificial offering."

The thought of the tactics employed by Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor made Wan Meng Demon Lord shiver.

"Then let’s leave quickly! This ghostly place is too eerie, I won’t be coming back!"

Wan Meng Demon Lord urged.

"Shen will lead ahead, you two support each other."

Saying so, Shen Xuan transformed into an Escape Light and flew toward the tributary of the Nether River.

Li Ruyi and Wan Meng Demon Lord also transformed into two streaks of Escape Light, one blue and one red, closely following.

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The tributary of the Nether River surged with murky waves, souls wailed mournfully.

Shen Xuan, Li Ruyi, and Wan Meng Demon Lord reached the riverbank.

Shen Xuan stopped first.

Li Ruyi and Wan Meng Demon Lord landed behind him.

The riverbank of the Nether River was shrouded in dense, chilling Nether Qi, opposite was a vast expanse of white.

In Shen Xuan’s eyes, a flash of red light.

[Illusion-Breaking Spirit Eye Technique], [Sharp-eyed] was pushed to the extreme.

He faintly perceived that in the middle of the Nether River tributary, there was a small boat bobbing with the waves.

On the boat sat an elderly man wearing a raincoat and straw hat, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, its line dangling into the Nether River.

He was not fishing.

On the hook, several strands of struggling, wailing soul bait were strung.

Strangely, beneath the water of the Nether River, countless ferocious Nether creatures and water ghosts were lurking, scrambling to devour the bait.

The elder gently swung the rod, occasionally catching a Nether creature or water ghost of considerable grade.

Shen Xuan contemplated momentarily.

He said to Li Ruyi and Wan Meng Demon Lord: "There’s a bit of trouble ahead, I’ll handle it."

"Wait here for me, be vigilant."

With that, his figure blurred, silently landing at the other end of the small boat, confronting the elder.

The elder seemed unaware, still focused on fishing.

Shen Xuan remained silent, staring at the elder.

After a long while, the elder let out a sigh full of desolation.

"A thousand years of solitude, fishing the Nether River alone. Finally, today a guest has come."

He slowly raised his head, revealing a face full of wrinkles under the straw hat, eyes turbid yet immensely deep, as if whirlpools were stirring.

"Young friend’s aura is restrained, with a foundation so deep, rare to encounter in my lifetime. The two friends behind you, one with a soul body that is pure and has condensed into True Pill, the other with an enchanting form formed by the magic thought and Buddhist flower, both are rare individuals."

The elder’s voice was gentle, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"It is rare to meet the living here, I’ve been lonely for long. Young friend, how about you three stay with me to chat, relieve my boredom, and together explore the Dao?"

What appeared to be an invite was actually a coercion.

As he spoke, the water of the nearby Nether River began to churn.

The atmosphere grew oppressive.

It’s as if an invisible shackle was locking onto Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan chuckled, his laughter clear, instantly shattering that invisible shackle.

"Explore the Dao together? I’m afraid we’ll become your bait, or perhaps, bodies for you to take over?"

His gaze piercing, he stared at the elder: "These struggling souls, I suspect, are the remnant souls of greedy Demon Cultivators. You use the Demon Ancestor’s inheritance as bait, fishing for the greed of cultivators. This Nether Domain space exists because of you; you exploit the Yin veins of this place, reincarnating as a Nether Cultivator, lingering for life."

"I haven’t said anything wrong, have I, Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor."

The elder’s gentle demeanor vanished, suddenly turning fierce.

His aura of worn decay abruptly shifted.

A vast, unfathomable, powerful pressure erupted like a roaring wave.

The water of the Nether River boiled, murky waves soared, the chilling Nether Qi growing even thicker.

"Knowing who I am, you still dare to be impudent before me!"

The voice of Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor was chilling to the bone.

Shen Xuan shook his head slightly.

"Addressing you as Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor is out of respect. Do you really believe you’re still the Supreme Elder of the White Bone Sect, Bone Ghost Demon Ancestor?"

Shen Xuan’s voice carried a trace of disdain.

"You’re merely a remnant soul of obsession, a chance encounter, practicing a Nether Body."

"A mere Nether Cultivator is putting on airs before Shen. Shen recognizes that cultivation is not easy, leave quickly."

"Otherwise, I’ll destroy this Nether Domain space and leave you no place for your Nether Body, scattering your soul!"

With those words, Shen Xuan released his aura, a Dragon’s Suppression filled with lethal intent dispersed, sweeping away the chilling Nether Qi nearby. A battle could erupt at any moment.

Shen Xuan’s strategy was straightforward.

Facing the undead Demon Ancestor of this type, a firmer attitude yields better results.

This type of undead sorcerer, having experienced a cycle of life and death, has a deep fear of mortality.

The more kindly you act, the more they perceive you as weak and easy to deceive.

When you exhibit a strong stance, they hesitate and dare not fight with full force.

"What arrogance!"

"Shen Xuan, if you wish to lead them away from here, at least allow me to witness your protective methods!"

The undead Demon Ancestor spoke angrily.

But still, there was some room in his words.

Only mentioned to see the methods, not about life or death struggle.

"Then let you witness! Bring it on!"

Shen Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Arrogant junior!"

The undead Demon Ancestor lightly swung his fishing rod.

The fishhook, strung with a soul strand, turned into a black light to pierce Shen Xuan’s spiritual sea.

He clasped a spell and pointed towards the Nether River.

The waters of the river boiled more furiously, as countless ghostly hands formed from resentful souls, obscuring the sky, reaching for Shen Xuan.

"A mere trick!"

Facing this overwhelming offensive, Shen Xuan did not retreat; instead, he advanced. ​

A brilliant golden light burst forth from his body, expanding to sixteen feet, emitting an immense aura of invulnerability.

A set of golden armor covered in profound runes instantly enveloped the Golden Body, shimmering together.

The soul-piercing black light crashed against the forehead of the celestial gold armor, creating a crisp sound of metal clashing, bouncing off without causing any harm.

The giant ghostly hand grabbed at Shen Xuan’s sixteen-foot Golden Body.

He gently shook the Golden Body.

The ghostly hand wailed, instantly shattered, transforming into scattered resentful souls, dropping onto the surface of the Nether River like falling blossoms.

Then Shen Xuan clasped a spell, with a solemn appearance.​​

Behind him, Spiritual Qi swirled, soon condensing into an ancient dark-golden True Dragon Dharma Aspect, coiling in the void, its eyes glaring furiously, letting out a dragon roar that echoed through the heavens and earth.

The Divine Dragon’s suppression spread rapidly like a tsunami to all sides.

Within a hundred feet radiated from Shen Xuan, forming a domain, immune to all techniques!

Nearby, the boiling waters of the Nether River were forcibly suppressed.

Countless resentful souls within the river emitted terrified screams.

Some closer ones were burned by the Divine Dragon’s hostility, sizzling, turning into threads of chilling Nether Qi.

The undead Demon Ancestor’s controlled Nether River domain was forcefully shattered by Shen Xuan’s sixteen-foot Golden Body and True Spirit Dharma Aspect.

"What a young body-and-technique cultivator!"

Seeing this, the undead Demon Ancestor laughed instead of being angry.

"Let’s see how long you can last, junior!"

With both hands grasping towards the Nether River, floodwaters converged, forming a sharp Nether Water Spear, its tip surrounded by numerous faces of agony, carrying a mighty force to thrust at Shen Xuan.

Actually, Shen Xuan did not wish to engage in a life-or-death struggle with the undead Demon Ancestor.

The risk was too high.

Such an undead sorcerer, practiced for ages, with memories of a past life, possessed strength comparable to a Golden Core True Master.

Yet, yielding was of no use.

In the Cultivation Realm, strength dictates law, strength is respected.

Only by exhibiting strength can one earn another’s respect.

To negotiate and compromise, one must first possess strength to have the right to come to the table.

For this reason, Shen Xuan immediately revealed his greatest strength, without any reservation.

He wanted the undead Demon Ancestor to understand that a true fight to the death, although the undead sorcerer might win, would come at a significant cost.

Thinking of this, Shen Xuan’s aura surged.

Dragon Blood Boiling!

In the next moment.

Shen Xuan wielded a golden staff, swinging towards the Nether Water Spear!

"Boom!"

The tremendous shockwave caved in the surface of the Nether River.

The Nether Water Spear instantly shattered, turning into countless droplets of water, falling like rain.

The undead Demon Ancestor’s expression slightly changed.

Once more clasping spells, countless twisted runes rose from the Nether River at his feet, forming a huge Devouring Soul Array, enveloping Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan shook his head again, a mocking expression at the corner of his mouth.

"Undead Demon Ancestor, is this all you’ve got?"

With a thought, Shen Xuan vanished from his spot.

A few breaths later, he appeared outside the Devouring Soul Array.

Holding the Ice Soul Divine Sword, he pointed at the Devouring Soul Array.

Pure Profound Ice Sword Qi transformed into a solid Cold Ice Divine Dragon, crashing onto the Devouring Soul Array.

In just a few breaths, it was frozen solid.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The undead Demon Ancestor changed colors again.

Here was the Nether Domain space, under his control.

But just now, Shen Xuan demonstrated an extremely bizarre technique, disappearing from the Nether Domain space without trace and coming in at will.

This broke the domain laws within the Nether Domain space.

Leaving the undead Demon Ancestor bewildered.

It also meant that Shen Xuan could ignore his existence, enter and leave the Nether Domain space at will.

"I am naturally an immortal from heaven, at ease wherever fate leads. How can this mere Nether Domain space bind me!"

Shen Xuan said with a slight smile.

The two exchanged blows over the Nether River, crossing more than a hundred breaths in a flash.

The undead Demon Ancestor employed multiple techniques, strong attacks, illusion arrays, soul erosion, and so on.

All were to no avail.

Shen Xuan had triple protection of Golden Body, celestial gold armor, and True Spirit Dharma Aspect, continuously deploying ice, water, and thunder techniques, countering each move.

Moreover, he could teleport through space at any time, invisibly evading attacks, causing the undead Demon Ancestor’s strikes to miss.

"That’s enough!"

Shen Xuan wielded Thunder God’s Fury once again, transforming into a hundred-foot thunderbolt, smashing the undead Demon Ancestor’s Nether Hand.

"Undead Demon Ancestor, keep at this, and I’ll destroy your Nether Domain space!"