Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 841 - 828: No Turning Back on the Netherworld Road

Under the fusion of the three sets of Sacred Sword Fragments, the Bloodthirsty Sword unequivocally advanced to a Ninth Grade One Star Emperor-level Profound Artifact!

When the Bloodthirsty Sword once again transformed into the blood-colored sword pattern on Shi Feng’s right middle finger, Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan resumed their journey, heading towards the area where yellow flames danced in the sky.

The starting path was silent, as if there were no other sounds around, as if no other living beings existed here, only the footsteps of Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan slowly echoed in this vast and dim world.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter!"

Gradually, the turbulent and surging sea began to appear in Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan’s line of sight, like an endless ocean.

"Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!" The sound of the waves crashing fiercely could be heard intermittently by the two.

As they moved closer to the sea, Luo Qingchuan noticed that these fierce and restless waves, this endless sea, the seawater, was actually yellow.

"Netherworld Road!" Luo Qingchuan’s mind immediately recalled the four words Shi Feng had mentioned earlier. He murmured with realization, "So, it was the initial path before, seems like up ahead is the true Netherworld Road."

Shi Feng gazed intently at the distance, and upon hearing Luo Qingchuan’s muttering, he nodded and said, "That’s right, this is the Netherworld."

"But there’s only this vast Netherworld, where’s the road?" Luo Qingchuan asked.

"Just keep moving forward, the road is beneath your feet," Shi Feng replied.

"Oh?" Luo Qingchuan nodded, half understanding, and then followed Shi Feng, continuing forward.

Step by step, they drew closer to the surging Netherworld, when suddenly, Luo Qingchuan felt his body was suddenly suppressed by this world, losing the Space-breaking Power.

At this moment, with just one more step forward, they would step into the Netherworld, yet the road that Shi Feng mentioned beneath their feet never appeared.

Then Shi Feng spoke again, saying:

"Follow me closely, just keep moving forward. Remember, once you’ve set foot on the Netherworld Road, never look back. No matter what you see or hear, never look back. Last time, your senior brother Lingg Yefeng nearly died on this Netherworld Road because he turned back."

Hearing these words from Shi Feng, Luo Qingchuan was suddenly startled. His senior brother Lingg Yefeng had once told him he nearly died on the way to the Netherworld Purgatory, and it turned out he almost perished ahead.

At that time, Lingg Yefeng was much stronger than he is now, so this seemingly tumultuous Netherworld Water shouldn’t pose a threat to a Martial Artist.

But Luo Qingchuan knew, the Netherworld Road was probably not that simple.

After Shi Feng finished speaking to Luo Qingchuan, he stepped into the rolling surging Netherworld.

The Netherworld Water did not cause Shi Feng’s body to sink. Beneath his feet seemed to be an invisible path, supporting his body.

Then, Shi Feng continued step by step forward, moving into the surging waves, advancing against the violent yellow sea waves.

Seeing Shi Feng step forward, Luo Qingchuan also followed without hesitation, stepping onto this Netherworld Road, following behind his master Shi Feng, moving forward step by step.

"Qingchuan! Qingchuan!" Just as they stepped into the Netherworld, faintly, Luo Qingchuan seemed to hear someone calling from behind, and the voice sounded extremely familiar.

"Father!" Upon hearing this voice, Luo Qingchuan’s heart suddenly jumped in shock, that voice, filled with age and desolation, was his long-deceased father’s voice.

How could father be here?

"Rid yourself of all distractions, do not let those sounds disturb you, do not look back!" At this time, Shi Feng’s voice came from the front once again, instructing Luo Qingchuan once more.

Upon hearing Shi Feng’s words, Luo Qingchuan immediately came back to his senses, firmly whispering to himself, "Yes! Illusion! This must be an illusion! Father has been dead for so many years, how could he be here."

"No turning back!" Luo Qingchuan firmly etched Shi Feng’s words into his heart.

Adding to what his senior brother Lingg Yefeng had revealed about his experiences, Luo Qingchuan understood that if he turned back, he would truly fall into a place of no return!

Subsequently, Luo Qingchuan ignored the desolate and sorrowful voice of his father, continuing forward.

"Qingchuan! Father is so cold! So cold! Qingchuan, look at your father!"

"Qingchuan, why did you abandon your father! You unfilial child! I regret having given birth to you. You are not worthy of being a son; our Luo Family of the Undying Mountain will eventually fall in your hands."

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At this moment, no matter what the voice of his father said, Luo Qingchuan pretended not to hear. He treated it as an illusion, continuing forward.

"Qingchuan! How can you ignore your father! You know, back then, how much effort and what price your father paid to keep you alive!"

Just then, another familiar female voice sounded in Luo Qingchuan’s ears, and Luo Qingchuan recognized it as the voice of his deceased mother.

"Illusion! Another illusion! I must not turn back!" Luo Qingchuan repeated to himself once more.

He remembered that when he was young, right after birth, he was attacked by an assassin and struck with a deadly palm, not expected to survive beyond three days.

However, his father never gave up, no matter the price or the effort, he was determined to save his life, infusing Primordial Energy into his body every day.

His father’s martial arts cultivation never advanced because of this.

This kindness from his father, he naturally kept in his heart!

"Ah! Pain! It hurts so much! Ah!" Just then, another painful and sorrowful voice echoed behind Luo Qingchuan. It was his father’s painful cry.

"Please! Don’t hit him! If you must hit, hit me! Hit me!" This was his mother’s voice, pleading with someone.

"Qingchuan, help your father! If you don’t help your father, he.. will be beaten to death by them! Ah!" His mother’s pleading and painful cries echoed behind Luo Qingchuan once again.

It sounded so real, as if a tragic scene was truly happening behind him.

"Qingchuan, you truly are an unfilial son!"

"Wretch! We’ll pretend we never gave birth to such a stone-hearted son."

"Father! Mother!" Hearing such realistic voices repeatedly, Luo Qingchuan’s body began to tremble, "I.. I.. No! Illusion! These are all illusions! I mustn’t look back, must never look back! Never!"

Again, Luo Qingchuan reminded himself, stretching out his hands to cover his ears.

"Ah! Qingchuan!" But even as Luo Qingchuan desperately covered his ears, the voices from behind still penetrated clearly, resonating in his mind.