NOVPUBBy the side of the Netherworld Bridge, space began to collapse, with endless voids of Spiritual Energy converging.
A structure resembling a pagoda was completed in an instant with the help of the Great Dao.
The pagoda had eighteen floors, and according to Xu Zimei’s intention, each person’s pre-life sins differ, and so do the levels of Hell they are to go to in the future.
As for the interior of Hell, that was left to Bai Changfeng to perfect.
Zimei didn’t intervene in other matters, as those who could enter Hell must be individuals of great evil and treachery.
The good people or ordinary commoners could directly cross the Netherworld Bridge and step into Reincarnation.
After explaining to Bai Changfeng, Xu Zimei left the Divine Continent.
Once Bai Changfeng entered his world, it was impossible for him to come out again.
In the future, when Zimei’s world was fully accomplished, he would make a decision based on Bai Changfeng’s performance.
Zimei had previously asked about Bai Changfeng’s cause of death, which was due to practicing "The Dream of Three Thousand Years."
After a dream, upon waking, the seas had changed into mulberry fields, the body decayed, which also indirectly showed that, while this Vein Skill was very strong in tempering the Dao-heart, it was also perilous.
One misstep could lead to truly falling into a dream and dying without realizing it.
After coming out of the Divine Continent, Xu Zimei left the Palace of the God of Slaughter.
The fragments of the True Divine Sword were placed within the Divine Continent; now the five pieces were arranged in a circle, converging together.
Streams of sword energy echoed between the pieces, the sharp sword light starting weak and gradually gaining momentum.
Unfortunately, despite the condensation of sword energy, the True Divine Sword ultimately couldn’t be reformed, and after a long time, the five pieces slowly scattered.
"What’s going on?" Xu Zimei looked at Qing Ling and asked.
Qing Ling was the first piece of True Divine Sword fragment that he had obtained, which had developed its own consciousness.
"Master, the True Divine Sword is difficult to restore by itself after being fragmented. You must find the Nine-Bend Godly Flames and the Supreme God Hammer to reforge it," Qing Ling replied, "and not to mention, the Sword Spirit is still missing."
"This is so complicated," Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
"Master, the True Divine Sword is the key to the Ancient Heavenly Court, and with so many secrets of the Holy Ancestor, naturally, it won’t be easy to obtain," Qing Ling responded, "Otherwise, from the opening of the Wild Desolation era to today, how could it be that no one has found it."
"Where are those things you mentioned?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I can only sense the Sword Spirit when it is within a certain distance, so it is currently unknown," replied Qing Ling, shaking its head, "However, it is said that the Supreme Hammer is in the hands of the Stone Race of the Wild Desolation, and the Nine-Bend Godly Flames seems to be within the Heavenly Dao Academy."
"Alright, let’s take it slow," Xu Zimei nodded and said.
He had no leads on the Wild Desolation Stone Race for now, but Heavenly Dao Academy might be worth a visit.
After all, it is the top academy on the Continent.
...
After exiting the Palace of the God of Slaughter, many of the Loose Cultivators that had gathered outside had dispersed, leaving only small groups of people who, seeing Xu Zimei emerge,
Snuck in quietly, hoping to see if there were any unexpected gains.
Having left the Palace of the God of Slaughter, Xu Zimei once again set off for Void Valley.
The Void Valley, nestled in the middle of the Nine States Domain and Tianluan Domain, is hidden in a space of nothingness.
That afternoon, the sky was somewhat overcast.
Such weather is rare in spring, with Mad Wind blowing outside; the lush trees beside the road were swaying in the wind.
A mad gust whipped up, the icy raindrops penetrating to the core, pattering down.
In the distance, the outline of a canyon faintly appeared directly ahead.
Looking down from above, the canyon resembled a meandering dragon, spiraling and extending between heaven and earth.
"Wandering Dragon Mountain Range."
At the entrance of the mountain range stood an ancient stone stele that had been there for many years.
The surface of the stele was covered with cracks, and it bore several lines of small characters underneath.
"Wandering Dragon Mountain Range, established in the era of the Desolate Dragon Emperor.
It stretches for a total of eighteen thousand four hundred meters and is rumored to be famous for the dragon bones buried within."
The small characters below all introduced the history of the mountain range, and Xu Zimei didn’t look any further before entering.
This mountain range could be said to be the last barrier of the Tianluan Domain; crossing it would lead to the boundary of the Nine States Domain, where Void Valley was located.
Because the rain was getting heavier, Xu Zimei found a few large trees with lush branches intertwined to sit under.
He planned to wait for the rain to lessen before setting out.
The spring rain seemed to have a charm of its own in this quiet canyon, enjoying a solitary rain season.
There was no one around to disturb him, only the sound of raindrops falling on the leaves "whooshing" around him.
...…
Spring rain is as precious as oil, flowing down the streets.
Slippery streets trip the scholars, while making a herd of cows laugh.
Xu Zimei remembered this limerick vividly as he leaned against the tree trunk with his eyes slightly closed.
Just then, the sound of the wind came from afar, and several figures were seen approaching from the edge of the sky.
The one leading was a blue-clothed youth, followed by seven or eight other young people of similar age.
Everyone wore the same style of clothing, which suggested they might be disciples of the Long River Immortal Sect.
Xu Zimei thought of the previous encounter where he had almost killed Luo Shengqing, the Saintess of the Long River Immortal Sect.
Although she managed to escape, she had been severely injured under the blow in the Chaos, and even with a strong person’s treatment, she couldn’t recover quickly.
Xu Zimei suddenly guessed that these people might be seeking revenge.
As he was thinking, the leading youth stopped in front of Wandering Dragon Mountain Range.
"Senior brother, logically speaking, his speed shouldn’t have allowed him to leave Tianluan Domain," one of the youngsters said.
"Could it be that he knew we were coming for revenge and left early to hide?" another speculated.
The several youths behind him guessed one after another.
The blue-clothed youth leading them did not speak; instead, he gazed into the lush and verdant mountain range.
With a wave of his right hand, several insects flew out from his sleeve.
"Shadow-tracking insects," one of the disciples said with some surprise and doubt upon seeing the insects.
"Wang Ruwei, senior brother, with this downpour, I’m afraid it has already covered the scent of any creature, making it impossible for the shadow-tracking insects to track," another disciple mentioned.
"What do you know," a young disciple explained.
"These shadow-tracking insects are mutant insects bred by Senior Brother Ruwei himself, capable of tracking any living creature within ten miles."
No sooner had the disciple finished speaking than the few tracking insects began to vibrate.
They seemed very restless and flew toward Xu Zimei’s location.
"He’s nearby," Wang Ruwei said with focused eyes, and his figure instantly flew forward.
The others were startled as well and quickly followed him.
Xu Zimei looked at the few little insects hovering over his head and smiled slightly; it seemed they indeed came for him.
At that moment, eight figures quickly flew over and stopped in front of Xu Zimei.
