World Of Cultivation

by Stayrr

World of Cultivation is the tale of a disgruntled young man and his quest to be the best farmer he can be, at least if it wasn’t for those annoying people who keep getting in the way of his pursuit of agricultural excellence. Will conspiring forces turn him into a sword cultivator, or will he manage to throw off the shackles of fate and grow the best darn crops in the sect? Those

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Five – Ghost Fire Forging

When Zuo Mo walked out of the room, Qing Xiao's eyes lit up. In a flash he appeared in front of Zuo Mo and asked concernedly in a low voice, "Big Brother, your wounds are healed?"

Zuo Mo smiled. "No, but the situation is slightly better."

"Great!" Qing Xiao was happy. "This place is slightly depressing, but if it can make Big Brother's body better, it is a good place."

Zuo Mo patted Qing Xiao's back. "It will be good soon."

After talking with Qing Xiao, Zuo Mo came to the death energy pool. He inspected the changes of the shen wood coffin. The five were in a slightly better state. However, Zuo Mo's brow quickly furrowed. The death energy in the death energy pool was much fainter.

It seemed that he really did have to go to the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools and pick five high quality death energy pools.

He stood and walked towards the outside.

"Grandmaster!" The guard hurriedly bowed towards Zuo Mo.

"We are going to the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools."

"Yes!" The guard summoned the bone carriage.

On the carriage, Zuo Mo asked casually, "How has the forging of the crystal bones been? Have you finished preparing?"

The guard hesitated and then said, "It has not gone very well."

"Oh, what problems occurred?" Zuo Mo was slightly surprised.

"This lowly one is not quite clear," the guard shook his head.

Zuo Mo thought and said, "Then let's first go to where they are forging the crystal bones." Zuo Mo needed large amounts of crystal bones. If there were not enough crystal bones, it would be difficult to proceeded with the following forging. Since he had agreed and had benefited so much from the Ghost Lord, Zuo Mo did not want to skimp.

"Yes!" A thread of respect came into the guard's voice. He had followed the ghost lord for many years and had seen those so-called grandmasters. Regardless of their skill level, almost all of them had their noses in the sky and had proud expressions. Only this grandmaster had a good temper and was easygoing.

The bone carriage turned and flew into another direction.

The bone carriage moved quickly, the bone mountains flashed by. The smell of sulphur in the air increased. It was possible to see bright red lava slipping out through the valleys. Sparks flew and thick smoke rose into the air.

Bright red flows of lava could be seen everywhere. It was possible to see white bones that bobbed and moved in the lava in a terrifying picture.

Zuo Mo marveled inwardly. It had to be said that the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Netherworld was an unique place.

The guard saw Zuo Mo seemed to be very interested and introduced the area, "If we go forward, we will arrive at the Fire Cemetery. That is where we forge. The fire cemetery is abundant in earth fire and there are many that come here to forge. In the past, this place was sparsely populated, then shen equipment came into style on the market. More and more people started to learn to forge shen equipment and more and more people came to the fire cemetery."

"Oh, how is the skill level of the Yin Tomb Guards in forging shen equipment?" Zuo Mo asked curiously.

"Not very good." The guard twisted his mouth. He clearly was not satisfied with the skill level of his group. "It is terrible. Lacking compared to the four nether lords. The Nether lords are worse than the xiuzhe realm. In the past, someone purchased a batch of Mo Cloud shen equipment. That level of skill is amazing. It is a pity that the Mo Cloud shen equipment does not match our shen power. The effects are not good. Otherwise, we will definitely will just buy directly from them."

Zuo Mo was very happy when he heard praise for Mo Cloud Sea from other people. His mind shifted. "Are you not able to communicate with Mo Cloud Sea? Why would they not sell shen equipment?"

"We had been planning to buy from them, but then something happened." The guard seemed to be wary of this question and did not discuss any further.

Zuo Mo was perceptive. It seemed as though the Nether Realm was not very calm either.

"Daren, the Fire Cemetery is up ahead," the guard pointed forward and said.

The bone carriage rounded between two hills and the scenery opened in front of them, an extremely large basin surrounded by mountains. Countless flows of lava flowed down from the mountain peaks as they gave off thick plumes of smoke.

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Hundreds of streams of lava gathered at the base of the basin.

Thick pillars of fire occasionally erupted out of the center of the basin. Watching from far away, countless pillars rose and fell in a spectacular scene.

"This is the Fire Cemetery?" Even Zuo Mo couldn't help but be stunned by such a great scene.

"Yes! Grandmaster, this is the Fire Cemetery! One of the best fire regions in the Nether World!" The guard's voice was filled with pride.

The bone carriage flew swiftly downwards.

There were people waiting on the ground already and they moved over when the bone carriage landed. They bowed and called Grandmaster.

"This is the steward of the Fire Cemetery, Lu Zhuang," the guard introduced.

Zuo Mo greeted Lu Zhuang who was overwhelmed. Lu Zhuang was of a simple appearance and he was very embarrassed. "Grandmaster, please forgive us. Everyone tried to forge the white bones, but the best is only at this level."

Lu Zhuang handed over a piece of bone. There were many ugly white marks on the transparent bone.

Zuo Mo frowned. This was caused by leaving too many impurities.

Zuo Mo identified the problem. He had based his predictions using the skill level of Golden Crow Camp. The forging skill level of these people were far below Golden Crow Camp. From this bone, it could be seen the so-called best were about the same skill level as the fringe apprentices of Golden Crow Camp.

He needed a great amount of crystal bone. He could forge them, but he did not want to waste his time on the simple preparation work. He had thought that work like this could be done by other people.

Forging like this that was simple and was needed in great amounts was best for less-skilled forgers to forge.

"Who forged this piece?" Zuo Mo asked.

Lu Zhuang hurriedly summoned the forger. It was a youth in his twenties. Lu Zhuang hurriedly said, "Ming Hong is the best forger here, he is the most skilled."

"Give him a piece of white bone, I'll watch as he forges it," Zuo Mo said.

Ming Hong became alert. He had heard that a great grandmaster had come to the Ying Tomb Guards this time. He hadn't expected the grandmaster to personally come to the Fire Cemetery and would personally teach him. He could not waste a chance like this.

Ming Hong became as alert as possible as he started to forge the white bone.

Zuo Mo's mouth gaped at the following actions. Ming Hong was using the fire that erupted from the Fire Cemetery to forge!

Zuo Mo pointed at the focused Ming Hong and asked Lu Zhuang, "You all forge like this?"

"Yes!" Lu Zhuang had an expression of punishment. "Shouldn't it be so?"

Zuo Mo was completely speechless. He had been mentally prepared before that the Yin Tomb Guards were not skilled, but he had not expected for their skill to be so low.

"Don't you know that there are many impurities in these pillars of fire? If the flame itself is not pure, how can you forge?" Zuo Mo shouted in a rarely stern tone. "Don't you have the xiuzhe's scrolls? How can you not even know this basic knowledge?"

Lu Zhuang had a grimace. "Grandmaster, please do not be angry! It is not that this lowly one does not know that forging needs flames, because we cultivate nether shen power we cannot absorb earth fire."

Without knowing it, there were more and more mo gathered in the surroundings. They had heard that a grandmaster had arrived and had all ran over.

Zuo Mo stilled. He finally realized. The forging arts of the xiuzhe had gone through tens of thousands of years of development. What flames could be used, which ones were not good, that must have been learned through the contributions of countless people. For the mo, ten years ago, they didn't need to know how to forge. They had refined their bodies as weapons, and only began forging as they entered the era of shen power. Shen equipment was something unfamiliar to everyone, but to them even forging was unfamiliar.

This fundamental knowledge needed to be accumulated through countless people. There were no shortcuts.

The faces were bitter and dispirited. They had studied for so many years, but they still did not understand.

The mysteries of the forging world were unreachable to them.

Zuo Mo sighed inside. He looked at these faces, and suddenly thought of himself back at Wu Kong Mountain.

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"Nether shen power is not suited for absorbing earth fire. You have death energy within your shen power and that is even more unsuited for earth fire. However, other than earth fire, there are other types of fire. The reason that xiuzhe mostly use earth fire is because, for them, earth fire is easy to absorb and control."

Everyone listened carefully in fear of missing a word.

"But you are suited for yin type fires, like ghost fire," Zuo Mo continued.

"How can ghost fire be used to forge?" someone shouted from among the crowd.

They were familiar with ghost fire. The shen power that many people cultivated carried small amounts of ghost fire. This as the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld, ghost fire and similar fires could be seen everywhere.

Zuo Mo smiled slightly. "For the xiuzhe, ghost fire is not a good fire to forge with. But for you, it is most fitting. Does anyone have ghost fire?"

A weak voice said, "Grandmaster, I do."

Zuo Mo followed the noise. It was Ming Hong who had just demonstrated for him. Zuo Mo said gently, "Let me see."

Ming Hong moved his hand, and a pale green ghost fire floated in his hand.

"Other powers are usually mixed in with ghost fire when used in attacks. However, in forging, you have to remember the most important quality about any flame is purity. The purer the flame, the more suited it is for forging." Zuo Mo's voice was not loud, but it could be heard all over.

"This ghost fire's quality is not bad, but it has not been refined enough. It is easy to refine fire. Channel your shen power." Zuo Mo then said to Ming Hong. "Try."

Ming Hong hesitated. Hiss, the ghost fire was absorbed into his body. As the ghost fire circulated around his body, Ming Hong's face became a pale green.

About an hour later, the green tinge on Ming Hong's face gradually faded. He summoned the flame. The ghost fire was slightly more green than previously.

"Alright, when you refine ghost fire it will be pure when it is colorless." Zuo Mo suddenly threw a white bone to Ming Hong. "Try forging this with the ghost fire."

Ming Hong looked helplessly at Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo patiently taught, "Control the ghost fire to wrap around the white bone."

Following the words, Ming Hong used the ghost fire to surround the white bone. Soon, the white bone was covered in a terrifying layer of green and a layer of sweat appeared on Ming Hong's forehead.

"Do not stop." Zuo Mo shouted in a low voice, "Focus your mind, pay attention to controlling the fire to permeate into the interior of the bone."

Ming Hong gritted his teeth and persisted. He forced himself to control the ghost fire. Moments later, he was soaked in sweat.

But he persisted without a sound.

The pale green bone started to change. It gradually became transparent.

Zuo Mo taught Ming Hong and everyone listening how to connect ghost fire and seal scripts, how to control the ghost fire more effectively.

"It's good!"

Ming Hong sat down on his behind on the ground, unable to move, but had an expression of undisguised joy on his face. A transparent and faintly green bone was in Zuo Mo's hand.

"The green color is because the ghost fire is not pure enough," Zuo Mo evaluated.

The people who had been watching this scene became excited. So forging was actually like this.

Zuo Mo saw this and waved his hand. "Those with ghost fire, start refining your ghost fire. Those that don't, go find ghost fire."

Then he did not pay any more attention to the crowd. He said to the guard, "Let's go, to the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools."

The guard bowed respectfully. "Yes!"

Translator Ramblings: I really appreciate how that Fang Xiang managed to keep the three races true to their traits for the entire story and actually put some more thought into the different cultures.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Six – Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools

"Daren, this is the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools."

The guard said respectfully. He had been following Zuo Mo for these past days and observed all of Zuo Mo's speech and conduct.

Grandmaster treated the Ghost Lord as an equal without any wariness or restraint. Facing those mo of low status, Grandmaster still treated them equally.

There was no pride, no disdain, he was willing to explain and help.

Humbleness when one did not have power was self-protection. Humbleness after possessing power was due to having a noble character and strong self-control.

Of all the people he had seen, only Grandmaster behaved like this.

This was really a person worthy of respect!

Zuo Mo did not know what the guard was thinking. His attention was completely attracted to the scene in front of him.

Death energy pools of various sizes were spread out into the distance, there was no end. The grey death energy that sprouted out of the pools roiled and spread. From far away, it looked like a grey sea. The grey mists roiled as though they were boiling. This was the cause for the name of Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

"Spectacular!" Zuo Mo murmured.

The thick and boiling death energy was endless, vast and unfathomable. Zuo Mo stood at the border of the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools and suddenly felt he was so small in front of such a vast existence. But Zuo Mo was god-level and his mind was strong. This feeling only lasted for a moment before disappearing.

The feeling of confidence that everything was in his control came back to him.

Zuo Mo was very curious what it was like under this spectacular Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools. Where did such a great and vast amount of death energy come from, and why had it formed. Zuo Mo could not imagine it.

Was the legendary Yellow Springs really under here?

When this thought appeared, Zuo Mo shook his head and laughed. He was thinking too much.

Things like the Yellow Springs did not exist. Those were myths invented by other people.

People could be seen all over the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools. The shen methodology of the Yin Tomb Guards could absorb death energy and turn it to shen power. The Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools with its vast amount of death energy was undoubtedly one of the best cultivation locations.

"Let's go in to look around," Zuo Mo said.

"Yes!" The guard followed bside Zuo Mo with a wary expression and looked around occasionally.

"Is it not safe here?" Zuo Mo saw the guard acting like this and couldn't resist asking.

The guard's wariness did not waver. As he maintained his cautiousness, he explained, "The death energy here is abundant, and it is of great help to cultivation. Everyone likes to cultivate here. With more people coming here, small conflicts cannot be avoided. Someone suggested that the Ghost Lord should take over all of the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools so people would have to pay fees. However, the Ghost Lord did not agree. There are no guards here, and it is slightly chaotic. However, Daren, do not worry, the great majority of people cultivating here are people of the Yin Tomb Guards, there will not be any problems."

The guard was right. Before the two had walked far, they encountered people along the way that bowed to the guard.

"I really didn't see it, you have good standing with these people," Zuo Mo said with a smile.

The guard was slightly embarrassed, "I have served the Ghost Lord for a long time, and my face is familiar." His rank was not low. In a short amount of time, he had gathered many people. The wariness on his face eased.

He said to Zuo Mo with a smile, "Grandmaster, if you find a place, pick it out and I will have people stand guard."

Zuo Mo smiled but did not speak as he moved through the death energy.

This was the death energy that was sprouted out of the pools. Because there were too many death energy pools packed closely together, this scene was created. It was possible to see faint figures among many death energy pools. The dense death energy was of great help to the cultivation of these mo. Zuo Mo had to sigh at the unpredictability of the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord's style. Any other power would definitely take control of such a valuable piece of land.

But this Yin Tomb Ghost Lord did not do anything with it.

He really couldn't understand. Zuo Mo shook his head and suddenly through of a question he asked the guard, "Aren't the guards here afraid of being disturbed while cultivating here?"

"They will not be disturbed," the guards said with a smile, "Grandmaster may not know that once you enter the state of cultivation, these death energy pools will gather large amounts of death energy around you, forming a shield. This death energy shield is very strong, and it will repel all other powers."

Zuo Mo was surprised when he heard this. These death energy pools did have some wonders.

"Grandmaster? Is this the forging grandmaster?" someone next to the guard asked curiously.

The guard's expression turned cold and he shouted in displeasure, "Old Wang, do not overstep!"

Old Wang shrank back. He feared the guard.

Zuo Mo waved his hand. "That's fine. Yes, I'm that forging grandmaster."

Most people would not call themselves a "forging grandmaster" but Zuo Mo said it so easily as though it was an ordinary matter. However, Zuo Mo's cool expression made the surrounding people believe his claim immediately.

These people were experienced and seeing Zuo Mo was easy to talk too, they pressed further. Old Wang said respectfully, "Grandmaster, will you forge shen equipment for me? No matter the conditions as long as I can accomplish them..."

The guard glared harshly at Old Wang and was about to start scolding.

Old Wang knew he was about to be scolded but a chance like this was too rare. If he passed it by, it would definitely not come back. He shrank back but he still looked with anticipation at Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo said with a smile, "Shen equipment, I have a lot of. Let me ask you something. If you can answer, I will give you one."

OId Wang's eyes lit up and he asked impatiently, "What does Grandmaster wish to know? Ask!"

"In the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools, which place has the highest concentration of death energy? I will give a piece of shen equipment." Zuo Mo still had a smile.

"I know." Old Wang was clever and said rapidly, "The place with the highest concentration of death energy in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools is of course the death eye."

Everyone else had expressions of vexation. They were a step late. They hadn't expected the grandmaster to ask such a simple question.

Zuo Mo saw the expressions of everyone else and knew what this person said was the truth. He said briskly, "I'm giving you a piece of shen equipment, wait for a moment."

His hand flipped and a piece of shen equipment appeared on his hand.

He had kept this Mo Cloud shen equipment from the past but it was not suited for nether shen power. Zuo Mo beckoned, hiss, a large wave of death energy flowed suddenly towards the shen equipment in his hand.

Grey spread quickly along the shen equipment.

Where the grey color passed through, complex mo matrices took form at a visible rate. The shen equipment seemed to be alive as it twisted and changed shape. Many long spikes appeared.

No one had seen such a fantastical method of forging. They gaped in speechlessness. Even the guard's eyes were wide as he stared at the shen equipment in Zuo Mo's hands.

About fifteen minutes later, Zuo Mo finished modifying the shen equipment. The shen equipment that had been refined with death energy looked completely different than before. It had a cruder appearance, and many spikes. It looked slightly ugly.

Zuo Mo threw the shen equipment to Old Wang. "For you."

Old Wang could not bear to keep his hands away. He quickly put it on. The ugly grey shen equipment seemed vicious and savage when it was worn. The dense spikes were fearsome.

Old Wang was overjoyed. He channeled shen power and the spikes on the surface of the shen equipment seemed to come alive.

The grey spikes formed into little grey snakes the size of fingers. These grey snakes were nimble and lifelike as they hissed.

"[Nether Snake Shen Methodology]!"

"Weren't Old Wang's nether snakes always unable to take form? The shen equipment is so powerful!"

The crowd started to discuss. Their gazes when they stared at Zuo Mo became heated.

Zuo Mo did not plan on wasting time here. He turned and asked the guard, "Do you know where the death eye is?"

The guard had a hesitant expression. "Grandmaster, the death eye is where the death energy is greatest in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools but there is so much death energy there that we cannot get in easily."

"Oh, take me for a look, just a look from a distance is fine." Zuo Mo saw the hesitation of the guard and said.

"Alright." The guard did not hesitate and turned to everyone else. He shouted, "You can all leave, stop watching!" He then said to Old Wang. "Old Wang, you got a bargain this time, lead the way."

"Alright!" Old Wang said joyfully and lead the way at the front.

The guard turned to explain to Zuo Mo. "Grandmaster, the death energy in the region leading up to the death eye is too dense. We cannot fly and have to travel on foot."

"Alright," Zuo Mo nodded and said.

The Nether Realm was composed of mo. While the Yin Nether Guards were slightly strange, the mo here still had strong bodies. They could not learn the shen glyphs of the xiuzhe but it was not difficult for them to use shen power to refine their bodies.

Zuo Mo had found a long time before that the bodies of the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord and the others had strong bodies, ones even stronger than him. Zuo Mo was even sure that if a flying sword cut at the skeleton Gu Wu Shuang, not even a spark would fly.

The shen methodology of the Yin Tomb Guards contained a great amount of death energy. The deeper they cultivated, the stranger their bodies would become, just like the Ghost Lord, Gu Wu Shuang, and the others.

Fortunately, Zuo Mo had eliminated the rampaging burning flows in his body. His body was at its most unburdened state and he was not pressured trying to keep up.

"Grandmaster is Grandmaster, I hadn't expected your body to be so strong as well!" Old Wang couldn't help but say.

Everyone else was also surprised. From Zuo Mo's skill at forging, almost everyone felt that Zuo Mo was a xiuzhe. The Nether Realm did not have anyone that could forge at such a level.

Everyone felt that Grandmaster was mysterious. He was not affected by the death energy, his body did not appear strong yet was filled with strength like a mo, and nothing more had to be said of his forging skill.

Zuo Mo smiled and did not explain. Suddenly, he felt something and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He stopped walking and said coolly, "The friend up front, come out!"

The guard and the others were experienced fighters. Hearing this, their expressions changed slightly and they quickly surrounded Zuo Mo in the middle and turned to face the enemy!

Old Wang had been timidly shrinking back and earlier, now, stood at the front of the group bravely.

A blurry figure appeared out of the grey death energy ahead.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo has such affinity with the mo. I wonder if it is because of the "mo" in his name.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Seven Person In The Cloak

Old Wang shouted and to charge at the other, his form turning into a grey shadow.

The other did not dodge as though they had not detected anything worthy of notice.

Old Wang became slightly angry. He snorted, "You want to die!"

The [Nether Snake Shen Methodology] that he cultivated was unlike other people. Other people used it to be unpredictable, but he was on a path of brute force. Threads of grey energy gathered on his right arm. Hiss hiss hiss, the little snakes on his grey shen equipment made from the spikes quickly moved towards his arm.

A grey shadow of a snake appeared behind Old Wang. It coiled with its head upright as it hissed.

Old Wang's presence reached a peak. Pushing off the ground, he jumped into the air. His body was twisted up strangely like that of an enormous constrictor.

"Kill!"

The shout was like thunder.

Old Wang's right fist was like a whip!

Boom!

A heart-shaking tremble spread in ripples.

Old Wang's figure disappeared in the air.

Pia!

A clear sound of collision. A snowy white hand grabbed Old Wang's fist. The other's figure did not move a sliver.

A hint of grey appeared on Old Wang's face. He snickered, his twisted body suddenly producing a powerful force. His fist that was captured by the other suddenly broke free, and he attacked again.

The other had not expected Old Wang to break free of his hold. But the enemy reacted quickly, the grab turning into a slap that headed for Old Wang's fist.

Old Wang's expression became even more savage.

In the span of a blink, he punched out twelve times!

The twelve punches were like lightning. Those that were weak were only able to see a blurry figure of a fist.

The other's attack matched Old Wang.

Snap!

The twelve punches sounded just like one. The sound of the collision was deep and muffled.

The other moved three steps back!

Old Wang's figure shook. His face was grey and pale. This [Twelve Echos] was his strongest move. Each of the lightning fast twelve punches was stronger than the previous one. He had never failed to injure his opponent with this move. This was able to easily destroy a mountain. Right now, he was wearing shen equipment, and was in the death energy pool, he was at his optimal condition. This [Twelve Echos] was the strongest attack he ever produced!

Such a strong [Twelve Echos] was only able to force the other back three paces!

Old Wang's expression changed. He was an experienced fighter. Almost instantaneously, he judged that the other was much more powerful than he was!

An expert!

The other's gaze landed on Old Wang and he praised, "This shen equipment isn't bad."

Everyone finally saw the appearance of the intruder. This person was thin and tall. He wore a cloak and his entire body seemed to be enveloped in darkness. This person's face was almost completely covered by the shadow of the cloak.

The guard's heart sank.

He knew Old Wang well, and he had experienced Old Wang's killing move for himself before. He had a hard time withstanding Old Wang's [Twelve Echos] even at a usual time. That [Twelve Echos] just now was almost three-tenths stronger than what Old Wang could usually produce. He would not be able to withstand it himself.

But this person had done so unharmed and was only forced three steps back.

This kind of power was not one that they could match!

The guard did not panic. This was the territory of the Yin Tomb Guards. The other's plan would not succeed so easily. The other didn't have any death energy on him and clearly had not been in the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld for long.

This person definitely did not know why the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools did not forbid battle but no big fight had ever occurred here.

The guard smile coldly inside.

"This one admires Grandmaster's skill." An ethereal voice came out of the cloak. "This one sincerely invites Grandmaster to be a guest at our mansion for a few days. Grandmaster, please do us the honor."

Zuo Mo said coolly, "I do not like interacting with people that do not show their face."

"Keke, Grandmaster should not just look at the appearance." The other laughed softly. "Grandmaster, do not worry. As long as Grandmaster is willing to cooperate, anything can be given to you. Beauties, treasure, Grandmaster can have whatever you want. When you come to our place, Grandmaster will know what is heaven. It is much better than this stupid place."

His tone was enticing.

Zuo Mo looked sarcastically at the other. "Why don't you ask the opinion of the owner here?"

The other said with the smile, "This one will accomplish this today."

"Your tone is so great." A dissonant and muffled voice suddenly sounded.

A figure completely covered in cloth floated slowly out of the death energy. It was one of the Yin Tomb Fire Ghosts, Bu Ru Mian.

The other's figure suddenly froze.

When Bu Ru Mian appeared, the surrounding death energy seemed to come alive.

Seeing Bu Ru Mian appear, the guard sighed in relief. Gu Wu Shuang Daren lived along at Billion Bone Peak, while Bu Ru Mian Daren usually stayed in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools. Anyone that frequented these two places new that the reason there were never big fights in the enormous Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools was because of Bu Ru Mian Daren.

Bu Ru Mian Daren had a savage temper, he was cruel and emotionless. Angering him was a fate worse than death.

"Bu Daren!" The guard hurriedly bowed.

"Little Huo, take Grandmaster to see some other places, doesn't have to be long. It has been so long since I encountered a fresh body. So exciting!" Bu Ru Mian's voice was still displeasing to hear but his tone could be considered polite. The guard was one of the ghost lord's attendants after all.

"Yes!" Little Huo hurriedly retreated with Zuo Mo and disappeared into the death energy.

"Yin Tomb Ghost, Bu Ru Mian?" the cloaked person suddenly spoke.

"Want to ask for mercy? Heh heh, too late!" Bu Ru Mian's dissonant voice echoed in the air.

"Ask for mercy?" A bloody red curve lit up in the shadow covering the face that was filled with amusement.

"En." Bu Ru Mian stilled. The other's reaction wasn't quite right.

"Daren, just wait for a while, Bu Daren will quickly finished the battle," Little Huo said to Zuo Mo. He was filled with confidence in Bu Ru Mian.

"No worries, I'm not in a hurry." Zuo Mo smiled. However, he did not think this inside. His shen power had not recovered but his cultivation was stronger than all those here. In his view, the person in the cloak was at the same power level as Bu Ru Mian.

Also, his perception was more sensitive than everyone else. He noticed that the cloaked person had appeared panicked when Bu Ru Mian appeared but his presence hadn't been affected at all.

This showed that the other had been pretending to panic.

That meant that there were other plans, Zuo Mo thought amusedly.

Little Huo turned his face and asked Old Wang in concern. "Old Wang, are you alright?"

Old Wang forced a smile and said, "Fine, I just haven't recovered. That guy is really strong. I am wearing shen equipment and used my ultimate move, but I only forced him back three paces, so embarrassing!"

"Haha, it must be that Old Wang worked too hard last night and your legs are soft today!"

Someone shouted and caused a wave of laughter. The pressure the cloaked person had given them was too strong, and having relaxing now, everyone felt a wave of weakness.

No one noticed a ball of grey mist silently spreading beneath their feet.

"Hm?" Zuo Mo was the first to detect it.

The Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools was grey throughout, and it was extremely difficult to detect the grey mist in the death energy. If Zuo Mo was not already on his guard, he probably would have fallen for it as well.

The grey mist came extremely quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, it surrounded everyone.

Little Huo seemed to detect something but before he could make a sound, he fell down like a plank of wood.

Bam bam!

The other people fell over on their faces like planks of wood. Their faces were ashen, their bodies as rigid as metal and tense.

Such a strong Bewitching Fragrance!

Even though Zuo Mo had sealed his nose and mouth, his body still felt slightly numb. The grey mist was trying to permeate into his skin. At this time, the golden bead that he had formed detected the invasion of an outside. The sun shen glyph on the surface of the golden bead lit up and a thread of burning sun flow shot through Zuo Mo's body.

Everywhere it passed, the grey mist was ignited and burned away.

Zuo Mo pretended to also be afflicted and fell down as well. Secretly, he woke up those guys in his ring. Zuo Mo's ring had been re-forged and many of the materials that they had found in the endless voice had been added. The space inside was now enormous. Also, Zuo Mo had put the scraps of the wood used to make the shen wood coffins in as well. The vitality inside the ring was abundant and suitable for resting and recovery.

Everyone liked to rest inside.

Black Gold dazedly woke up from his sleep. He opened his loose eyes and muttered blearily. "Eeg Burh, 'm 'wake. 'stime to eat?"

Of all the words, the only one that Black Gold said clearly was 'eat'.

The Ghost Mist Child floated out of the Mist Eye Tablet. He yawned and produced a white mist bubble. He rubbed his eyes as he said, "Master!"

Tenth Grade and Sunshine also flew out. Tenth Grade forever looked murderous and Sunshine always looked bashful and embarrassed.

"Prepare to fight!" Zuo Mo told them mentally.

Tenth Grade immediately became excited. His little eyes were wide as he caressed his blade and was yearning to go.

The Ghost Mist Child also woke up. Sunshine started to prepare.

Only Black Gold didn't even open his eyes as he muttered, "So sleepy ... ... you go first ... ..."

Zuo Mo said coldly, "Then only you three will share the spoils."

The Black Gold Seal Soldier who had been unable to open his eyes just now immediately jumped up. There was no drowsiness on his face as he beat his chest. He said righteously, "Big Brother, what are you saying! Born to battle! Battle, that is the meaning of my existence! Big Brother, just you watch, watch as I beat them like dogs!"

His face twisted and became savage as he said hatefully, "Disturbing the sleep of the great Black Gold Daren, their outcome will be to be burned to ashes by the fire of Black Gold ... ..."

The people inside the ring immediately prepared for battle.

The Black Gold Seal Soldier beat his chest and stomped his feet as he howled upwards. The ring was filled with sound of metallic clanging.

The crescent blade jumped back and forth between Tenth Grade's hands as it gleamed with cold light. It reflected the murderousness of Tenth Grade's face.

The Ghost Mist Child turned into the mist giant. Boom boom, the enormous body paced through the ring's space.

A ball of light floated at every one of Sunshine's fingers. Each ball was of a different color. Ten different colors. He licked his lips.

Their eyes were bloodshot as they waited for Zuo Mo's orders.

It had been so long since they fought!

Our great axe is hungry!

Translator Ramblings: The Ghost Mist Child is an overgrown baby.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Eight – Counterattack

The grey mist started to spread.

Two shadows silently approached the people lying on the ground with a chilling smugness on their faces. This plan had been carefully executed. They had targeted the death energy pools after discovering that the forging grandmaster was interested in the death energy pools. They thought of the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools and speculated that the forging grandmaster would definitely go into the Death Eye.

"So successful," a male voice sounded near Zuo Mo.

"Ha, our luck is very good this time. This person's expert guard is not with him today. Otherwise, we will have to put more effort." This time, the one that spoke was a female.

"That will not take much effort," the male said unconcernedly. "The rumors are always exaggerated. How powerful can a little child be?"

"Let's carefully abduct this forging guy, careful, this person is very precious. Do not hurt him. Kill the others," the female said easily.

"A Leng will probably take a while. That disgusting Bu Ru Mian is still strong. It will not be easy for A Leng to win. Pity that we cannot watch such a spectacular battle," the male said with regret.

"Stop chatting and work!" the female said impatiently. She bent down and prepared to pick up Zuo Mo.

Just as her hand was about to touch Zuo Mo, she had a feeling of danger. Her expression changed dramatically and she moved back!

A bloody sword light suddenly lit up from under Zuo Mo's arm!

A bloodthirsty and savage sword essence shot out like a hiding vicious beast. The blood light charged straight at her face.

The female felt as though her head was compressed by the pressure. There seemed to be a sea of blood in front of her. Bloody shadows flew out of the bloody sea. These bloody shadows started to twist, viciously and savagely.

Not good!

The female knew the danger. She suddenly spewed out grey mist. The grey mist looked soft but it managed to stop this bloody sword energy!

The female felt regret as she retreated.

She had been too careless! How could a forging grandmaster not have a treasure up his sleeve!

The dying throes of a forging grandmaster was as powerful as expected!

That grey mist was the Ten Thousand Sand Mist that she had expended great effort to gather and forge. They looked soft and weak, but it was actually made from hundreds of specks of Thousand Nether Sand that looked miniscule but were extremely heavy.

This was her life-saving treasure. She never used this unless it was a matter of life and death.

One hundred and eight beads of Thousand Nether Sand. It had taken her countless amounts of shen power and repeated refining to form this [Nether Sand Breath Mist].

To stop this vicious sword blow at this dangerous moment.

Suddenly, a ray of white light shot through the grey mist.

The grey mist immediately rippled and changed. Shen glyphs flickered in and out of view of the grey mist. The female was almost stunned by the following scene. The lights flashed with grey, red, purple, blue light and other colors like a rainbows as they shot through the grey mist.

The shen glyph light in the grey mist fluctuated and rippled like something had passed through it. The shen glyph became extremely unstable. When the tenth ray of light shot through the grey mist, the shen glyph within the grey mist was unable withstand it and shattered.

The female's body shook as though she was struck by lightning.

The [Nether Sand Breath Mist] was defeated!

But at this time, she did not have time to grieve. Now free of the grey mist, the blood colored sword essence headed towards her like a wave of blood!

The sound of wails and cries filled her eyes!

The female knew it was time to fight for her life. She gathered her shen power and prepared to counterattack before her death.

However, this sword light was stronger than she had imagined. Countless figures formed and dissipated in front of her. She found to her shock that she was unable to move.

She was experience in combat. All of her shen power exploded. The pressure eased and the bloody shadows immediately disappeared.

She straightened her arms and covered her face.

Hiss!

The sword light flashed through her wrists. Her wrists broke and her two hands flew into the sky.

The female showed a hint of pain, but viciousness flashed through her eyes. Her hands that were in the air suddenly scattered into a handful of sand

The black sand turned into sand arrows that shot towards Zuo Mo on the ground.

Shen glyphs could be seen within every sand arrow.

Her body quickly turned into a puddle of black flowing sand at a visible rate. Her eyes stared hatefully at Zuo Mo.

Snap snap snap!

A small and exquisite shield of light appeared in front of Zuo Mo. The transparent light shield was filled with exquisite and packed shen glyphs. The shield of light was unexpectedly hard. When the black sand arrows hit it, it was like rain hitting banana leaves. Ripples formed on the surface of the light shield.

Sunlight's body appeared by Zuo Mo's shoulder.

Tenth Grade howled, his body spinning, and the crescent blade drew out two spinning lights of blood.

The flowing sand on the ground was like water. It started to sink into the soil at a visible rate.

Zuo Mo opened his eyes. Where was signs of his affliction?

Seeing the other intending to flee, Zuo Mo's expression was cold. He pressed his hand down. The surrounding death energy flowed faster into the ground and the ground became as hard as metal.

Zuo Mo did not have any shen power in his body. He could not fight against the other, but with his god-level cultivation, he could easily make escape difficult for the other.

Tenth Grade flew into the sky had reached his peak state.

His murderous little face became unusually dignified. His eyes suddenly glared as his arms came down towards the sand on the ground. He shouted, "Kill!"

The crescent blade that spun around him suddenly disappeared.

Ding!

A clear metallic ringing sound occurred in the air.

The flowing sand on the ground seemed to detect danger. It suddenly flew out of the ground and went to engulf Zuo Mo like a net!

The crescent blade struck into the flowing sand. The sand shield stilled in the air and was pinned to the ground.

The bloody shadow that trailed behind the crescent blade smashed onto the flowing sand without any finesse!

An extremely harsh scream!

The flowing sand suddenly lit aflame. The figure of the female appeared into the flames. She twisted her body in pain, screams coming out. Gradually, the screams gradually weakened. The body of the female gradually faded until it disappeared.

The female's figure disappeared. The black flowing sand was dim as they floated around Zuo Mo.

The Ghost Mist Child silently came out of Zuo Mo's ring. He turned into threads of mist. Hiding within the grey mist, he slowly flowed and crept towards the enemy.

While the two enemies spoke, he sneaked up behind the male.

After being together with Little Mo Ge for so long, even the ferocious and domineering mist giant showed signs of corruption.

The moment Tenth Grade moved, he also unhesitatingly struck.

The mist energy suddenly wrapped around the enemy like chains. At the same time, the mist giant shouted, "Mist!"

The mist suddenly tightened around the male. At the same time, mist erupted out of the Mist Eye Tablet like a dam that was opened. The mist swallowed the male.

The moment the mist tightened, the male detected danger. He shouted. A grey glyph lit up on his right hand. His body suddenly expanded, his skin visibly hardening and turning into grey scales. His body, muscles, and bones continued to move and change.

As his body continued to change, his presence increased in power.

The white mist around him was repelled by an unseen force.

Suddenly, the scream of a female sounded. His body shook but then his presence erupted.

His body was more than a zhang tall, his entire body covered in grey scales. There were packed shen glyphs on every scale. Sharp bone spikes grew out of his hands and feet. His eyes became yellow snake-like pupils, cold and emotionless.

His presence became five times stronger.

Zuo Mo was curious. It was the first time he saw a shen methodology like this. He was not surprised that mo would use shen power to refine their body. However, the transformation still caused Zuo Mo's eyes to light up.

Zuo Mo's eyes darted up and down as he studied the other's body like he was watching a beautiful female.

Such an unique cultivation method!

Such unique shen glyphs!

Under Zuo Mo's god-level gaze, everything was seen. However, Zuo Mo was still filled with surprise. This world never lacked for intelligent people.

Someone was able to create such an unique shen glyph and unique cultivation method.

The mist giant's fight with the other was intense.

The mist giant's roars boomed. Among the flooding mist, its enormous body was like a mountain. While the enemy was only one zhang tall, his presence was a match for the mist giant. He was wrapped in terrifying presence, and his cold eyes stared unyieldingly as he faced the attacks of the mist giant.

The two's fighting was completely physical, a contest of strength.

The enormous axe of the mist giant was ferocious as though it was cleaving the world open.

The male that had transformed was like a prehistoric mo beast. Its body was stronger than steel. The shen glyph on his scales occasionally flashed, and the power in his movements could upturn mountains.

Boom boom boom!

The sounds echoed in the mist sea. With every collision of savage power, countless ripples spread into the surroundings with every collision.

Zuo Mo quickly found that the mist giant was gradually losing.

The enemy was as fast as lightning, and his ability to dodge was great. Even Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. His body seemed to contain endless power as though he did not know exhaustion.

The mist giant's rain of mist balls was being suppressed by the other with their greater speed and power!

While Zuo Mo knew that as long as the mist sea was present, the mist giant would be fine, he was still surprised by the present situation.

The Black Gold Seal Soldier's blood boiled at his battle and his eyes were bright. "Big Brother, let me go!"

Zuo Mo shook his head. "Let's wait and see."

Zuo Mo had never seen this new cultivation method. He was very curious. He wanted to see what the other would do. Bu Ru Miao was fighting intensely with the enemy and all of the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools was shaking. Everyone was attracted by that battle. On Zuo Mo's side, the mist giant's mist sea formed a barrier. All of the vibrations of the battle rippled in the mist sea but the noise outside was not large enough to attract attention.

The mist giant was being suppressed but he was not in danger. Also, the mist giant was used to suppressing enemies with brute force. Of all of Zuo Mo's "sidekicks", the mist giant was the one-track minded brute.

If it was the Black Gold Seal Soldier, he would have changed tactics a long time ago.

The mist giant watched as his mist balls would be smashed by the other just as it flew up. The rate that the mist balls that flew out could not match the enemy's rate at smashing them.

At this time, he had to admit the other was stronger than he was.

The suppressed mist giant could only change his style of attacking.

The mist giant's attacking methods were actually very basic. However, he had some very depraved experts around him. Therefore, he had learned some moves from them.

He disdained using these moves but when he found that his power was being suppressed, he panicked.

When a honest person was forced to panic, they would be devious as well.

He could only use that move!

A thread of embarrassment flashed through the mist giant's mind, but his movements were not slowed.

Translator Ramblings: When you go in expecting one opponent, and it's three waiting for you ... ... is this a successful ambush?

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Nine – Change

An unprecedentedly large mist ball formed on the mist giant's hand. This mist ball that was equal in size to the mist giant had a great visual effect.

The mist giant lifted the mountainous mist ball and threw it at the enemy.

A cold smile appeared on the other's icy face. He had fought against this move many times. The mist balls didn't have any other abilities than just power. In terms of power, he didn't believe that anyone could compare to him.

The mist ball that flew towards him looked astonishing, but in his eyes, the other was just panicking. The more condensed the mist ball, the greater the threat. Such a large mist ball was unlikely to be dense and was a bluff.

He charged towards the incoming giant mist ball.

One punch!

He only needed one punch to completely smash this giant mist ball!

This was the other's last bit of confidence. If he could smash this, the other would completely collapse.

Closer! Even closer!

Now was the time!

He took a deep breath. His shen power gathered rapidly at his right fist and he threw out a ferocious punch!

Pew!

Unlike the previous mist balls which shattered immediately on impact, this mist ball suddenly produced a strange suction force. His powerful punch seemed to hit empty air. It was so uncomfortable he almost spit out blood.

Hm?

It was strange!

When these words jumped into his mind, the mist ball in front of him suddenly started to look familiar.

An enormous mouth formed without any warning and swallowed him whole.

The mist ball grew out four limbs, and a head. It was the mist giant! The other would never have thought that the mist ball that was thrown over was the disguised mist giant.

He entered a place of darkness.

A trap?

The embarrassment on the mist giant's face grew. It was really embarrassing!

His thick legs were half bent, his body leaning forward, his brows furrowed into one line. He seemed to be pushing, his body quickly became smaller, and soon, his body reached half of his previous side and could not shrink anymore.

The pain on the mist giant's expression reached a peak. At this time, his behind suddenly perked up!

Pop pop pop!

Three clear crisp sounds.

A little condensed ball of mist shot out of the mist giant's behind like a cannonball. Where it passed, it created three mist rings.

The enemy was left sprawled out, unconscious.

"Ohhh!" The Black Gold Seal Soldier who was watching from afar covered his face with his hand. He could not bear to look as though he was feeling this move.

Zuo Mo gaped. He suddenly turned around and said, "Who taught him this?"

The Black Gold Seal Soldier immediately became smug. He patted his chest and said proudly, "Who else! Other than the great Black Gold, who could have thought of such a clever killing move! I said to that idiot a long time ago, no one can match this move ... ..."

The Black Gold Seal Soldier laughed proudly.

Zuo Mo looked at the guy and then pointed at the unconscious person on the ground. "The spoils on that guy belong to you."

The laughter choked off. The Black Gold Seal Soldier's expression froze on his face.

Tenth Grade and Sunshine pretended to not see it. They turned around to pick up the spoils from the female mo.

What occurred at the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools caused Zuo Mo's trip into the sea to come to an abrupt stop. Zuo Mo handed the unconscious person to the Yin Tomb Guards for them to interrogate him about his origins.

Zuo Mo continued to repair his body. Without the constant damage done by the burning sun flows, the repairing effect of the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood increased. Without realizing it, Zuo Mo's body had been repaired to the eighteenth level.

The Guard, Little Huo, came to visit. This was the first time that Little Huo had come since the attack in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

"Grandmaster!" Little Huo's expression was ashamed, "Last time, this lowly one did not manage to protect you, it really was ... ..."

Zuo Mo smiled. "If I didn't have some treasures up my sleeve, I would have been the same in an ambush like this. Have you discovered the origins of these people?"

The captive had been given to the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord and Zuo Mo did not pay any more attention to this matter. The Nether Realm was just a temporary residence for him. Once he repaired his body, he would leave. He had no interest in the factions and battles here.

When the matter was mentioned, Little Huo's expression immediately darked, "It is Jia Man's people."

"Jia Man?"

"Yes, one of the four Nether Lords." Little Huo realized and said embarrassedly, "I almost forgot. The Ghost Lord invites Grandmaster for a visit."

Zuo Mo nodded. "Then let's go."

Riding the bone carriage, they quickly reached the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord's residence. When Zuo Mo saw the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord, he was shocked. "Ghost Lord is wounded?"

The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord was expressionless but his tone was slightly surprised. "Grandmaster has keen eyes. I fought a few rounds with Jia Man. He did not leave well either. It is my shame for the inconsiderate care we took of you during the ambush in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools."

As he spoke, he opened a jade box. There was a head with angry eyes.

"This is one of Jia Man's right hand. He is called Yuwen Hong. He planned the abmush and abduction. I have taken his head to apologize to Grandmaster," the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord said gravely.

When he heard that Zuo Mo had been ambushed, he had been extremely angry. He led the Yin Tomb's Five Ghost Lords to sneak into Jia Man's lands to take Yuwen Hong's head. However, they also paid a heavy price. Including the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord, three of them were wounded.

"There is no need to be so." Zuo Mo increasingly felt that the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord was a good person. He was quick to repay favors and slights, had honor, and was decisive in his actions.

The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord said in a grave voice, "Jia Man is a person of great cunning and endurance. He is an insurgent. King is not in a good state recently. Jia Man is restless. This conflict between Yin Tomb Guards and Eastern Nether Mansion could not be avoided. Fighting is about to start."

Zuo Mo listened silently.

"The Eastern Nether Mansion has desired the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Netherworld for a long time. However, the King was worried and had me guard this place."

Zuo Mo asked curiously. "Why does he want the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld?"

"This is the homeland of the King!" the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord explained, "King is of mysterious origins and has always searched for his homeland. Then he found the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld. The rumors say that the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld hides the King's cultivation inheritance."

Zuo Mo's interest in this Nether King immediately grew. The Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld was very mysterious. No matter if it was the Billion Bone Peak, or the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools, they were all mysteries.

"Jia Man is so daring?" Zuo Mo couldn't resist asking. The Nether King was not in a good state recently, but the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld was the homeland of the Nether King. It was still a taboo to attack the Nether King's homeland.

"Jia Man is very smart. He will not take it all for himself," the Ghost Lord shook his head. "An Mo is loyal to King, but a problem occurred during cultivation. The West Jail Mansion cannot protect itself. You Zhe of South Abyss Mansion sways whatever direction the wind blows. Hai Xin Bing of Northern Plains Ice Mansion has always been at odds with the Yin Tomb Guards. Even if she wanted to clean up the situation, she will only act after we fight with Jia Man."

"Which of you is stronger?" Zuo Mo asked directly.

"Jia Man is stronger," the Ghost Lord said honestly. "Jia Man's Eastern Nether Mansion is the strongest of the four Nether Lords. The Yin Tomb Guards are weaker than the four mansions, and we are much weaker than Eastern Nether Mansion. However, Jia Man did not think that I would take precautions against him more than a decade ago."

"Is there anything I can help with?" Zuo Mo did not want to interfere in the inner conflict of the Nether Realm. However, the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood he needed was still reliant on the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord. He did not want the Yin Tomb Guards to be defeated.

"Many thanks, Grandmaster! If possible, I want to ask Grandmaster to first forge a batch of suitable shen equipment. The matter of the shen device can be put to the side for now." The Ghost Lord did not mask his intentions regarding this meeting and immediately made his request.

"Alright!" Zuo Mo briskly agreed.

Leaving the Ghost Lord's residence, Zuo Mo said to Little Huo, "To the Fire Cemetery."

Ever since Zuo Mo taught the forgers to cultivate ghost fire, the activity in the Fire Cemetery cooled down. There were not many people to be seen and only those pillars of fire were left.

Since Zuo Mo had promised the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord to forge a batch of shen equipment, he decided to complete it as soon as possible.

All kinds of materials flowed towards the Fire Cemetery.

The news that Grandmaster was about forge quickly spread in the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld. Those forgers that were searching for ghost fire or refining ghost fire stopped what they were doing and hurried over.

The surrounding mountains were filled with people. They looked curiously at the Fire Cemetery at the bottom of the valley. It was a rare opportunity to see a grandmaster forge.

Bone carriage after bone carriage filled with materials transported all kinds of materials in a stream. It had not stopped for days.

"Ming Hong, how many carriages?" someone asked.

"One hundred and twelve." Ming Hing immediately gave an accurate number.

"What does Grandmaster want to do with so much materials? How could he use up so much materials?"

"Shut up! Just keep watching!"

The discussion and speculation did not stop in the crowd. No one understood. What did Grandmaster want to do? Ming Hong did not participate in the discussion. His gaze was locked onto the grandmaster.

Grandmaster's figure continued to pass through the pillars of fire.

The materials were piled up like a mountain nearby.

When Zuo Mo examined the cemetery, he couldn't help but sigh. It really was a good place to forge. The earth fire here was a good grade and the earth fire was almost unimaginably abundant. There was an ocean of earth fire under the Fire Cemetery. The only detrimental aspect was that there were too many impurities in it.

However, this was nothing for Zuo Mo.

In his eyes, the Fire Cemetery was a great cauldron that the heavens had created. The abundant earth fire, the numerous fire openings, this could become a great forging place.

However, before that, he needed to set up.

Zuo Mo had a plan. He did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, many materials floated out of the materials pile.

The materials that flew out formed a line in the air and entered the flame in Zuo Mo's hand like birds returning to the next.

It almost didn't take any effort for the sun shen fire to forge these materials. The forging was completed in a blink.

The materials passed rapidly through the sun shen fire. When they did, their appearances changed completely. They were like phoenixes that went through their rebirth. They went from dull to glowing, and flashed with eye-catching light. They drew out bright and grand streaks of light in the air and landed in every corner of the Fire Cemetery.

The flame in Zuo Mo's hand seemed able to turn something rotten into a wonder.

The rays rained out from his hand.

Trees of fire with silvery flowers stole the gazes!

The people on the mountains in the surrounded were speechless in shock.

Translator Ramblings: This is the most wretched technique we've seen up until now.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy – Fire Cemetery

As the beautiful streaks of light entered every corner, the Fire Cemetery started to change.

"Quick, look at that fire pillar!" someone shouted.

Everyone reacted and they moved their gaze to the fire pillars of the Fire Cemetery.

One of the bright red fire pillars that erupted from the vent was rapidly becoming transparent and deep blue. The surging fire pillar was like a tamed beast. It was much calmer, the pillar was thinner than before, but the flames were clearly more concentrated.

Even from a long ways off, people could clearly feel that the temperature of the deep blue fire pillar had increased greatly.

Soon, another pillar of fire turned deep blue.

One after another, the fire pillars in Fire Cemetery became deep blue and clear. The temperature of the air increased greatly and those that were weaker started to feel sweat flowing down their backs.

However, no one left. They did not dare to move their eyes away. At this time, almost everyone knew Zuo Mo's intentions.

Grandmaster was purifying the fire pillars of Fire Cemetery!

Materials flowed like water through the flames in Grandmaster's hand and became bright rays of various colors lit up on Grandmaster's right hand, as the hand made all kinds of profound movements. His movements flowed easily, were pleasing to see, and so beautiful that people were unconsciously entranced.

The entire process continued for about two hours.

The Fire Cemetery was now completely transformed. Pillars of blue flame burned silently. The hissing of the flames, the snap and pop, the roar of the lava, all of those sounds disappeared completely.

The ground of the Fire Cemetery was covered in a spiderweb of beautiful glowing lines. The pillars of fire were erupting from the holes in the web.

Zuo Mo looked with satisfaction at the modified Fire Cemetery.

Fire Cemetery was the best fire forging venue he had ever seen. This place was filled with abundant and high level earth fire. It was a pity that this was the Nether Realm. If this was Mo Cloud Sea, Gold Crow Camp would have started to use it a long time ago.

It was really a waste to have this be used by these unskilled people to forge!

A large fire forging venue like the Fire Cemetery was actually best suited for large scale forging. It only needed one expert to be in charge and numerous capable assistants. The efficiency would be high.

Zuo Mo suddenly shook his head and laughed. Why was he worrying for other people? He turned back to look at the Fire Cemetery. He had reforged all of Fire Cemetery. The Fire Cemetery was good, but there were shortcomings. The earth fire here was of high grade but had too many impurities. If he wanted to use it, he first had to purify the earth fire.

Zuo Mo was experienced in this. He had designed a fire element seal formation so that before the earth fire erupted out of the ground, the impurities would be filtered out. He based this seal formation on some shen glyphs and the effects were outstanding.

There were three hundred fire pillars in Fire Cemetery.

Three hundred deep blue pillars of fire stood in rows. While they were not as astoundingly loud as before, they caused people to feel an indescribable power.

The forgers that were watching from the mountains were overcome with excitement. Where had they ever seen such incomprehensible forging before?

Low level forging like this was almost effortless for Zuo Mo.

While he had forged for two hours, he was not tired at all. He did not pause. He waved his hand, and the mountain of materials behind him floated into the air as though they were held by an invisible hand.

Zuo Mo shouted, "Go!"

Woosh!

The materials that had floated up turned into three hundred slender flows, each of which entered a pillar of fire.

Zuo Mo did not stop or hesitate. He waved his hand again. Another pile of materials flew into the air, split into three hundred portions and then entered the three hundred pillars of fire.

When the materials entered the pillar of fire, they would quickly melt and turn into liquid.

Mountain after mountain of materials disappeared into the pillars of fire at astounding speeds.

In a flash, half of the materials around Zuo Mo had disappeared.

The pillars of fire were clear and blue. People could clearly see the liquid floating inside the pillars. Inside every pillar of fire was a ball of liquid that was about the size of a basket. The ones that floated in three hundred pillars were exactly the same.

If people had been entranced before, now they had stopped breathing. Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Did ... ... Grandmaster want to forge three hundred articles at once ... ...

While they still didn't know what Grandmaster wanted to forge, but the balls of liquid in each pillar were the same. It was clear that Grandmaster wanted to forge en masse.

This was not possible!

Many people unconsciously stopped breathing. They had never heard of someone that could forge three hundred of the exact same thing in one go. Not even the most powerful forging masters could do it.

They looked at the white-haired figure beside the Fire Cemetery.

What was Grandmaster's true identity?

Zuo Mo's attention was focused. While these pillars of fire had been purified, they were not his sun shen fire and was not as easy to control. He did not need great effort to use sun shen fire. He could only use these pillars of fire as cauldrons. Zuo Mo had only used cauldrons a long time ago back on Wu Kong Mountain when he used them to forge dan.

But for Zuo Mo at present, the one method was applicable to all. This was not the problem.

However, he currently had no shen power in his body and was forced to use other methods.

He sat down, coiled his legs and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, a figure flew from afar and landed next to Zuo Mo. It was Guard Huo. Little Huo said respectfully, "Grandmaster, I have completed it!"

He held a jade bottle in his hand

Zuo Mo opened his eyes and took the jade bottle. He said with a smile, "Thank you, Guard Huo."

"This is my duty! Grandmaster is too polite!" Little Guard Huo said respectfully.

Zuo Mo did not waste words. He held the jade bottle and walked to the side of Fire Cemetery. With a shout, a wave of grey energy flew out of the jade bottle.

"Death energy!"

"It really is death energy!"

There were people with keen eyes on the mountains. They immediately recognized this. People in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools were familiar with the grey death energy. Of course they recognized it. However, they were slightly puzzled. Did Grandmaster want to use death energy?

People had tried to forge using death energy in the past, but they found that when death energy was added into earth fire, if there was too little of it, it would quickly disappear, and if there was too much, it would cause an explosion.

Zuo Mo's expression was grave as he beckoned with his right hand.

What flew out this time was a batch of bones. Ming Hong recognized them. These ashen white bones were Shrieking Bones. The Shrieking Bones were an unique product of the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld. The bones were very unique. If one stepped on them, they would give off dissonant shrieks.

The reason that the shrieking bones made sounds was because they held a remnant of a fiend soul. Over time, it would form something like a bone spirit. However, the bone spirit that was produced was so weak there almost wasn't any use to them. Due to this, the bones were not worth any money. If one wanted to train it to become a little ghost, the cost would be more than just buying a little ghost.

If this was any other place, people might still buy shrieking bones. But in the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld, bones were the most worthless thing. Shrieking bones were also the same.

Daren was using shrieking bones

Everyone was astounded and their eyes went wide. Did the shrieking bones contain some secret?

No one knew that on the mountain peak, there were also a few pairs of eyes watching all of this.

"Shrieking bones? This person's method is very strange." Si Du who was completely green all over had an expression of puzzlement. Shrieking bones were so common. They could be seen all over the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld.

Si Du's green complexion was slightly fainter. He was one of the three that had been wounded among the six that had went to Eastern Nether Mansion.

"Interesting." Gu Wu shuang's eyes flashed with ghost fire. He was extremely curious.

"Death Poison, Sand Woman's nether sand is in his possession," Bu Ru Mian rumbled, "But be prepared to trade for it with your best treasures. Boss said that no one can touch Grandmaster."

Bu Ru Mian and Si Du were good friends, so he called the other "Death Poison."

"Sand Woman's nether sand!" Si Du's eyes lit up. The sand would be of great help to his recovery. If he could get the nether sand, his wounds wouldn't just heal, he might grow even stronger.

Suddenly, Mo Ru said, "How did he kill Sand Woman?"

Everyone's attention was attracted by this question. Everyone had been astounded by that battle. If it was an ambush from Sand Woman and Traveller, any one of them would not have been able to survive it. It was not the first time they fought Eastern Nether Mansion. Sand Woman and Traveller were equal in strength to them.

But the ambush by the two didn't just fail, one of them died in the battle while one was captured alive. They were in disbelief over the result. In other words, if two of them went to sneak attack Grandmaster, it was likely the same outcome.

Everyone gaze gathered on Bu Ru Mian. He had been the closest to the ambush.

Bu Ru Mian's muffled voice came through the cloth. "Don't ask me, I don't know. I was fighting with Leng Wei at the time. However, I did not feel any vibrations from their fight. Grandmaster might have used an underhanded move."

The group could accept this explanation. They did not have any doubts that Grandmaster was a great craftsman. It was be strange if a forging grandmaster did not have some treasures up his sleeve.

"Hmph, if you have energy, focus on recover. We cut off Yuwen Hong's head, Sand Woman and Traveller are both dead, Leng Wei was heavily injured, Eastern Nether Mansion will not accept this. They will definitely gather their forces quickly and come here," Hei Wu said coldly.

"Leng Wei's wounds are not light. He dared to fight against me in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools, he is really tired of living." Bu Ru Mian's eyes flashed with vicious light.

"Do you think that if we asked Grandmaster to forge shen equipment for us, he would agree?" Si Du suddenly said. His eyes were murderous. "Who among us doesn't have some treasures. If we do not use them now, should we keep them to benefit Eastern Nether mansion after they kill us?"

This was what everyone was thinking about. This battle this time would only end with the fall of one side. There was no going back. They did not say it, but they all knew it. Eastern Nether Mansion was stronger than the Yin Tomb Guards. Their chances of victory were not high.

"Let's do this!" Bu Ru Mian said briskly.

"Alright!" Hei Wu said.

"Yes!" Gu Wu Shuang agreed.

Mo Ru suddenly said, "Look."

Translator Ramblings: Mass production at its best!

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy One – Three Hundred Pieces of Shen Equipment

When the shrieking bones were enveloped by the death energies, terrifying shrieks sounded. There seemed to be countless ghouls moving inside. If this scene appeared anywhere else, it would frighten the spectators, but for the Yin Tomb Guards, they were immune to things like ghosts.

They widened their eyes and didn't dare to divide their attention. They wanted to see what Grandmaster could do with the shrieking bones.

The thick death energy roiled. Zuo Mo's jade bottle seemed to be bottomless. The death energy showed no signs of slowing.

The grey death energy was like a thick grey mist that wrapped around the shrieking bone and twisted in the air.

The death energy continued to permeate the shrieking bones. The shrieking bones trembled slightly. The shrieks became even higher pitched and dissonant to hear. Mo Ru and the others were astonished. They could clearly feel the evil power contained in the shrieks. Compared to before, the shrieking bones were at least three grades higher. Those in the surroundings that were weaker would easily become irritated by the sound. They would feel nausea, and might even feel as though they would faint.

Everyone was surprised that the death energy's effect on the shrieking bones was so evident, especially Gu Wu Shuang. The balls of flame flickered wildly in his eye sockets. He was clearly very interested. Such a common material like the shrieking bones had such potential! If they could use it, it would be a great matter to the Yin Tomb Guards.

Zuo Mo did not know what other people were thinking. His expression was focused.

Right now, he had no shen power in his body. The only things he could rely on were his god-level cultivation and his practiced forging skill. Without shen power, he could not use many of the normal methods. He could only think of other ways. Fortunately, he had learn many things. He knew some of the xiuzhe forging, the mo weapons of the mo and even the creation of the yao cores. He even knew some things about the ancient sacrificial altar arts of the ancients which had disappeared long ago.

At this time, countless patterns quickly appeared under the death energy ball and formed a round formation.

No one observing could understand this seal formation.

Even in the xiuzhe world, not many people would understand it.

The round formation was actually a sacrificial altar.

When the the round formation lit up, the death energy also lit up, the death energy suddenly turned black and the wails increased in volume. Evil sound vibrations that could not be seen spread outwards.

The three hundred pieces of shrieking bones had changed appearance dramatically. There were eerie grey marking on the surface of the bones. The markings on each shrieking bone were different. The evil sound vibrations had been released by these grey marks.

Three hundred evil sound vibrations compounded together, the resulting power was terrifying.

"Careful! Evil Sound Ghost Thought!" someone shouted in alarm.

The expressions on every person's face changed as they retreated.

The entire Fire Cemetery was influenced by the Evil Sound Ghost Thought. Those that were slower to react felt as though someone had hit their heads with a hammer. Their minds were stunned, and were completely blank. Their expressions were dazed as they stood motionlessly where they were.

Zuo Mo had not expected the sound vibrations would be so strong. The area that they covered surpassed his expectations.

But then he became more energized. He had just thought of this method to forge. He hadn't expected the effects to be better than he had imagined. The Evil Sound Ghost Thoughts would cause people's thoughts to be disrupted, and they would sink into a daze. However, they did not have any offensive power. The mo that were affected by the Evil Sound Ghost Thoughts would not be in direct danger, but in battle, this would be a great supporting move.

"Such a pure Evil Sound Ghost Thought!" Mo Ru's voice came from behind the veil as she couldn't resist but give praise.

The shrieks before had contained evil power, but the power was tens of times greater now that it became Evil Soul Ghost Thoughts!

When the other people heard this, they became alert and their anticipation grew. Mo Ru was the one most skilled in evil sounds among them. Any Evil Sound Ghost Thought that she praised was really something. The purer the Evil Sound Ghost Thought, the better its effect.

Zuo Mo was god-level and immune to the Evil Sound Ghost Thought. His mind was unmoved by the waves of Evil Sound Ghost Thought.

The Evil Sound Ghost Thought was useful, but it was not much in Zuo Mo's eyes. He paid attention to the three hundred shrieking bones wrapped in death energy. The death energy became blacker and was absorbed by the shrieking bones.

When the death energy was completely absorbed, there were only three hundred shrieking bones left floating in the air

The shrieking bones had become inky black with a faint grey mark on the surface. The marks on each bone was different.

Zuo Mo was filled with joy. His thinking had been correct.

Forge vitality from death energy!

This was the most important part of his forging today. These five words were his greatest gain. Both the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood and the shen wood coffin absorbing death energy had provided him great inspiration.

Life and death were opposites, but they could turn into each other like the yin and yang of the world.

In the past, he had enough power he did not need to extract power from life and death. But right now, facing the problem of the five sealed coffins, he had spent a decade pondering life and death.

The Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood and the shen wood coffins nourished by death energy had given him great inspiration.

In ordinary situations, if one wanted to nourish vitality, they only needed to strengthen the vitality itself. But when vitality was weak and about to die, one could not absorb vitality. At that time, one could seek life from death. When the death energy reached a concentrated level, vitality could be forged out of it.

This was forging vitality from death energy!

The marks on these three hundred shrieking bones were the bits of vitality that Zuo Mo had forged out of death energy!

The bone spirits inside the shrieking bones absorbed the bits of pure vitality and immediately changed.

Success!

After searching for so many years, he finally found the way to awaken Eldest Shixiong, A Gui, and the others.

Zuo Mo forced down his joy. He took a deep breath. There was still a step that needed to be completed.

He pointed into thin air. The three hundred shrieking bones exploded and streamed into liquid in the pillars of fire.

When the shrieking bones entered the liquid, the pillars of fire and the liquid trembled violently. The surfaces of the balls undulated vigorously, there seemed to be countless worms crawling inside them. The Evil Sound Ghost Thought suddenly became excited and shot into the surroundings.

Clear ripples even appeared in the air. The Evil Sound Ghost Thought reached an extremely strong level!

Pain appeared on the face of Little Guard Huo beside Zuo Mo. He was the closest, and inside the range covered by the Evil Sound Ghost Thought. However, he was not willing to retreat and could only endure it.

Nearby, Zuo Mo was not affected by the Evil Sound Ghost Thought at all. His body was upright. Only his snowy-white hair flew in the wind.

The liquid within the pillars constantly moved and changed shape.

"Hm! It's taking shape!" Si Du exclaimed.

"Seems so!" Bu Ru Mian's eyes were bright. "It appears as though it's becoming armor!"

The changing liquid inside the pillars of fire seemed to be pinched into shape by an invisible hand. The beginnings of armor could be seen from their shape.

While it was really rough, they were in the shape of shen equipment

This invisible hand was skillful, and like an expert worksman it carved out the outline, the edges, hollowed places and carved patterns ... ...

The beginnings of the shen equipment inside the pillars of fire grew at a visible rate. From top to bottom, they completely transformed.

The tide of Evil Sound Ghost Thoughts gradually calmed. Those that were weaker finally felt that the world in front of them recover its original appearance.

Three hundred articles of shen equipment floated in the blue pillars of fire.

The people who had just refocused were stunned when they saw this scene.

And the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts who had seen how these three hundred pieces of shen equipment had formed from beginning to end were even more shocked. They didn't know what words to use to describe what they had seen, and to describe the unparalleled shock that they felt right now.

Three hundred articles of shen equipment had grown on their own in front of them. Starting from when the shrieking bones entered the pillars of fire, Zuo Mo did not move. He was like a cold observer that planted the seeds and waited for them to grow.

The three hundred articles of shen equipment were all different. Some were simple and crude, others refined and grand, some were covered in spikes, some were hollow and carved, some were as soft as leather, others as hard as steel ... ...

Incomprehensible, uncanny technique!

The Yin Tomb Five Ghosts that were used to seeing amazing things sank into silence as they looked dazedly at the three hundred shen equipment.

Finally succeeded!

Zuo Mo showed a small smile. Forging at such a large scale had never occurred before. However, he was not excited that he had created a completely new method of forging, but that his hypothesis had been proven. If he continued, it would not be long before he would wake up Eldest Shixiong, A Gui and the others.

"Little Guard Huo," Zuo Mo turned and said to Little Guard Huo.

Little Guard Huo was looking dazedly at the pillar of fire with a gaping mouth. He did not seem to hear Zuo Mo's voice. Zuo Mo had to increase his volume.

Little Guard Huo shook and woke up. He stammered, "This this this ... ... too too too ... ..."

He stammered for a while but could not find the words to describe it. His face was flushed bright red.

Zuo Mo saw this and said with a smile, "The shen equipment are about done, but there is still one last step."

Hearing that there was still one step left, Little Guard Huo immediately calmed down. "Grandmaster, please speak!"

"They need to be placed into the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools to be nourished for five days," Zuo Mo said, "I will leave this matter to Little Guard Huo, is it acceptable?"

Little Guard Huo hurriedly said, "Yes! Is there anything to pay attention to?"

Zuo Mo said, "The greater the death energy the better. There is nothing else to pay attention to. In the five days, the guards need to be careful that the Evil Sound Ghost Thought does not permeate and harm them."

"Yes!" Little Guard Huo hurriedly said.

Zuo Mo nodded and said, "I will not worry if Little Guard Huo is in charge. Right, these three hundred pieces of shen equipment are all ghosts with wills. They need to choose their owners. If the owners are not acceptable to them, their power would greatly decrease."

Little Guard Huo's eyes were bright when he listened to this. Something that was able to choose a master. This was a trait that only high grade treasures would have.

"Grandmaster, do not worry! I will not waste Grandmaster's efforts!" Little Guard Huo said.

At this time, Gu Wu Shuang and the others flew off the peak and landed next to Zuo Mo.

Translator Ramblings: He knows the solution, now Zuo Mo just has to do it.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Two – The King's Horn

"Grandmaster is unparalleled in skill, and amazes us all!" Gu Wu Shuang flattered.

Zuo Mo smiled. "Just some simple moves, nothing to speak of."

He was not being modest. From beginning to end, Zuo Mo only used some ordinary techniques. Other than the difficulty in controlling so many pillars of fire at once, there were many forgers that could do this.

"Grandmaster is too humble!" Mo Ru spoke up. "Forging three hundred pieces of shen equipment at once is unheard of. Even if we have seen it with our own eyes, we still find it inconceivable when we think of it."

Zuo Mo realized now that these people were here for a reason. It was not fitting of their status to stand here and flatter him without leaving.

He said directly, "Do you have a matter to discuss?"

The group exchanged a look. Si Du went forward. "Would Grandmaster trade for the nether sand you have?"

"Nether sand?" A handful of black sand floated in Zuo Mo's hand. "This thing?"

Si Du's eyes lit up as he nodded repeatedly. "Yes, exactly!"

Zuo Mo nodded. "This can be traded. However, what does Mister Si Du plan on trading for this?" Originally, Zuo Mo had planned to get the Black Gold Seal Soldier to eat this, but the Black Gold Seal Soldier was disgusted by it on that day. In a rare occurrence, his appetite was gone. The person that the Ghost Mist Child had "farted" unconscious was the spoils. When Black Gold thought of this, he didn't have any appetite at all. He felt great regret. Why had he thought of this move for the Ghost Mist Child?

He had sinned!

Since Black Gold didn't eat it, Zuo Mo had played with the nether sand for a while and then put it away. This thing was not of any use to him. Hearing that Si Du wanted to trade for this, he took it out.

Si Du scratched his head and took out a pile of things. "My assets are here. If Grandmaster has something you like, please take it."

Zuo Mo was not courteous. He swept a look and picked out a five-colored stone. "This marked poison stone."

Si Du agreed. He liked to collect poisonous things. This marked poison stone was one of his collection. However, it was extremely difficult to extract poison from the marked poison stone. Even with his power, he could only leave it as a paperweight. It was not as practical as the nether sand.

Zuo Mo then said, "The marked poison stone is rare. I will not let you have a loss. You can pick one of these things."

Zuo Mo took out some of the things he forged out of his ring. Si Du was overjoyed. He picked out a round disk of good quality called the [Mist Disk].

Zuo Mo had copied the Mist Eye Tablet when he forged the Mist Disk. Because this was something he used to practice, the materials used in it were ordinary. However, Zuo Mo's present skill was unordinary. While the materials were ordinary, the quality was still outstanding, and Si Du picked it at a glance.

With a good beginning to the trades, everyone else became confident.

Bu Ru Mian rumbled. "Could Grandmaster forge a piece of shen equipment for me?" Then he took out all of his wealth, and displayed all of them as though he wanted Zuo Mo to pick as he wished.

Zuo Mo suddenly understood. He did not refuse and he looked in interest at Bu Ru Mian's collection.

Experts like the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were in the top tier of experts of Nether Realm. In Nether Realm, the Nether King was undoubtedly the strongest, followed by the four nether lord's and the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord. These five were of the same level. Then it was the Yin Tomb Five Ghost and the generals of the four mansions. They were at approximately the same skill level.

So the collections of people like the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were astounding since they were at a relatively high position on the food chain of Nether Realm.

Unlike Si Du who preferred to collect poisonous things, Bu Ru Mian's collection was comprised of nether items. Strange corpse cloth, ghost fires that flickered, a complete zombie. There were also various kinds of zombies, black furred, green furred, red furred and so on. There were dozens of those and Zuo Mo gaped at them.

The others exchanged a look and then took out their collections.

Gu Wu Shuang's collection could be called the complete collection of all kinds of skeletons and bones. Ten Thousand Fiend Bones, Snow Flower Bone, Black Marrow Skeleton, Jade Skeleton ... ...

Hei Wu's collection was one that could frighten people to faint. A dragon heart that was still bleeding and beating. A tendon that twisted and squirmed like a snake. Strange balls of blood that gave off a strong metallic tang ... ...

Zuo Mo almost thought that this person was a butcher.

In comparison, Mo Ru's collection was much more normal. A long horn that would produce low notes on its own, a spiraling stone, tree bark with burnt marks and could float ... ...

Si Du too a look. Ooh, everyone was serious! Then he hurriedly took out a few more things with pain on his face and put them in front of him. His actions immediately attracted the disdainful gazes of the others.

"Everyone is very wealthy!" Zuo Mo chuckled.

The five smiled as well but they were clearly feeling pained. It had taken them great effort for them to collect these treasures. However, when they thought of the hard battles that were about to occur, the pain faded. What was more important than their lives? If they weren't alive, these things would naturally belong to other people.

"Grandmaster, please pick as you wish!" The five said in unison.

Zuo Mo laughed. However, he had to admit that this broadened his vision. The nether items that these people collected were the best of the nether items. The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord was probably the only one that would have a better collection.

Naturally, Zuo Mo would not be polite.

His eyes were experienced. He did not know the names of some of these materials, but when it entered his hand, he would know their attributes and uses. The merging of his god-level cultivation and his experience of the top materials in the endless void caused him to be unrivalled in this area.

Zuo Mo chose that jade skeleton from Gu Wu Shuang's materials. When Zuo Mo picked the jade skeleton, he heard the sound of Gu Wu Shuang grinding his teeth in pain. It took many years for a skeleton to turn into jade, and the special environment that could form this was rare. This jade skeleton was the best of all the skeletons he collected.

Zuo Mo planned to give this jade skeleton to Lan after he returned to Mo Cloud Sea. That guy's body was incomplete and this jade skeleton was suitable to replace the lost bones.

Zuo Mo unhesitatingly chose the dragon heart from Hei Wu's collection. Truthfully, he had picked out the dragon heart at first glance. The dragon heart was extremely strong in vitality, and this dragon heart was still beating. When Zuo Mo touched it, he immediately felt a great abundance of vitality.

Eldest Shixiong!

If he put this dragon heart into Eldest Shixiong's body, how powerful would Eldest Shixiong's body become? The dragon heart's ability to produce blood was unrivalled in the world and it could definitely pair with the God-killing Blood Sword.

Abundant vitality, unrivalled and powerful resolve, an imperishable fighting will, a sword essence that was at the peak!

A powerful warrior that would astound the world!

Zuo Mo was excited just thinking about it.

Eldest Shixiong, Lin Qian will be for you!

Zuo Mo turned to Bu Ru Mian's collection. His gaze landed on a seemingly ordinary wisp of ghost fire. This ghost fire looked as though there was nothing special about it but he said without hesitation, "I want this ghost fire!"

"Here!" Bu Ru Mian did not hesitate to hand it over. Then he asked curiously, "Could Grandmaster explain to for me what this is? I accidentally obtained this ghost fire and felt that there was something strange. But upon closer examination, I cannot find anything special. Grandmaster must have identified what was special to have picked it. Could you speak of it?"

The others also showed curious expressions. They had all looked at Bu Ru Mian's ghost fire. They felt the same as Bu Ru Mian. This ghost fire wasn't quite right. But they could not pinpoint what wasn't right.

The ghost fire held in his hand, Zuo Mo explained. "There is a soul hiding in this ghost fire. However, it is extremely skilled in hiding, and so you were not able to find it."

As he spoke, the blurry figure of a female appeared in the ghost fire. This female bowed elegantly to Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo had pointed her out and there was no use in hiding so she could only submit to Zuo Mo.

The five realized and tsked as they marvelled.

Zuo Mo picked the horn that was making sound on its own from Mo Ru's collection.

Mo Ru handed over the long horn and then asked, "This one has obtained this item for a long time and does not know its origins. Could Grandmaster tell me?"

Zuo Mo took the long horn and nodded. "This item has a great history!"

Everyone perked up their ears. Even Grandmaster said that this item had a great history. It immediately stirred their curiosity.

"The era of the totems ended and it gradually shifted into the era of the yao, mo, and xiu. The first king in history for the mo appeared. Everyone should know this."

"Is Grandmaster talking about the mo king of the Hundred Wasteland Oxen?" Gu Wu Shuang asked.

"Yes." Zuo Mo nodded. "King is a term unique to the mo. The yao and the xiuzhe do not have kings. As the era of shen power declined, the tribes gradually divided into three groups. One of the three was the ancestors of the mo. The term king came from them. However, the king of that era, strictly speaking, is not the same as the present."

Everyone listened carefully. They had a feeling that what Grandmaster was going to say to them was most likely an astounding matter.

"This mo king's cultivation had reached a peak, and he was just a thread away from god-level. This was astounding for the time."

Zuo Mo's voice was low. He unconsciously thought of Pu Yao and Wei. It had been those two who had narrated these forgotten and ancient histories to him.

Reminiscing on memories was like a black cloud. Some people were covered by darkness, some could see sunlight through the cracks.

Zuo Mo raised his head, his expression having recovered. "In truth, he did become god-level later on, even if it was only for a short while. For those that have the blood of mo, when they enter god-level, the power in their bloodline is completely released. They could cause instinctive fear in other mo. This first mo king used his horn to forge a horn to lead the mo. That is the [King's Horn]."

The five listened with wide eyes and open mouths.

Of course they had heard of the King's Horn. This legendary treasure that had briefly appeared gloriously in history. It was the symbol of might and power. The rumor was that one who obtained the [King's Horn] would unite the mo. However, just like the other treasures of legend, it had disappeared.

"Is this the King's Horn?" Mo Ru almost shouted.

"No." Zuo Mo shook his head.

For some unknown reason, the five sighed in relief. The pressure on them decreased. If it really was the King's Horn, it would be too shocking.

"Good good! So scary! I had thought that this was the King's Horn! Motherf*er, if a treasure is too good, one cannot endure the consequences!" Si Du still felt lingering fear.

Everyone else nodded.

Zuo Mo glanced at them and said with a calm expression, "This is the other horn of the first mo king."

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo is an evil storyteller.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Three – Forming Beads In The Death Eye

The Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were dumbstruck.

While it was not the King's Horn, it was still stunning. The first king of the mo. Just this name was enough to cause them to wet themselves.

"Is it really true?" Si Du stammered out.

The other four locked closely at Zuo Mo as though there was a flower growing off his face.

"Of course it's true." Zuo Mo smiled. He looked at Mo Ru and held the horn in front of her. "If you regret it, I will pick something else."

Mo Ru furiously waved her hand. "This thing is a hot potato, only Grandmaster can possess it!"

The other four nodded. Mo Ru's words were not flattery. The Yin Tomb Guards were about to start fighting with Eastern Nether Mansion. No matter which side won, none of them would dare to offend Grandmaster. In Nether Realm where forgers were rare and valuable, one's head would definitely be wrong if they went to offend a grandmaster that could forge shen devices. In their view, the four nether lords would not do something so stupid.

If Grandmaster wanted the horn, the four nether lords would not hesitate even if it was the true King's Horn, and not just the long horn of the first king.

And this long horn had an astounding history but it seemed as though only Grandmaster would have the ability to forge it into a true [King's Horn].

In these days, people believed in the power of battalions and experts. The Yin Tomb Five Ghost would not believe that one horn would be enough to conquer the world.

The Nether King didn't have the horn and he still united the Nether Realm!

In other words, it still depended on who had the stronger fist. But Mo Ru and the others did not want to be involved with something as troublesome as this. While they listened with great attention, they had no intentions of taking it for themselves.

If this was in the past, they might get a reward if they gave it as tribute to Nether King. But the king had not been seen for a long time. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Having it in their possessing would bring a calamity.

Zuo Mo put away the long horn. He had great interest in it. The [King's Horn] of legend seemed wondrous. This long horn most likely was extraordinary. He was god-level and he lacked treasures he could use. While the talismans and shen devices he forged before were not bad, they were still lacking for him at present.

The shen power of a god-level expert was not something that normal talismans could withstand.

Lin Qian had the Immemorial Shen Sword, Eldest Shixiong had the God-Killing Blood Sword but he did not have an appropriate shen device. While Zuo Mo had pit Eldest Shixiong against Lin Qian in his mind, he did not have any assurances of when Eldest Shixiong would wake up. If Lin Qian came out of seclusion and Eldest Shixiong had not woken up, he was the only one that was a match.

Zuo Mo noted down this matter and his gaze swept across Si Du's collection.

Si Du had pulled out a few more things after trading for the black sand. Things that this person kept to the end were good things. Zuo Mo's gaze swept across a stone figure, and his head jumped. This stone was about the size of his fist, and there were countless black and white rings moved around the surface of the stone. These rings were of various sizes that gathered and spread apart.

Yinyang Ring Stone!

Zuo Mo unhesitatingly chose it.

Si Du felt slight pain but he sighed in relief. The Yinyang Ring Stone was unique, but for Si Du that was primarily focused on poisons, it was not as useful as the other items.

Everyone took what they needed.

"How long will Grandmaster take to forge shen equipment?" Si Du couldn't resist asking.

Zuo Mo thought. "You five are all different, and the time will be different, but it will be no later than a month."

Hearing Zuo Mo give the deadline of a month, the five were satisfied. Eastern Nether Mansion would need time to gather the troops to attack the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld. The Yin Tomb Guards were on the defensive and these five did not need to worry about the initial clashes.

"Then we will bid you farewell." Si Du bid farewell to Zuo Mo. He desperately needed to find a place to refine the nether sand he just obtained. Recovering from his wounds was the right choice at this time.

The others also bid farewell. With a great battle coming, they needed to prepare many things. They each lead a battalion and they were busy.

Zuo Mo did not keep them. He also had many matters to attend to.

He decided to forge pseudo-shen devices for the five that were like the Angel Device Raiment. With his present cultivation, forging pseudo-shen devices were not difficult for him.

His success rate at the Weapon Layering Craftsmanship was astounding high. This was an advantage of his cultivation.

The three hundred items of shen equipment could not satisfy the Ghost Lord's need. The problem now was that the material supply could not keep up with Zuo Mo's forging speed. Almost all the warehouses were furiously transporting materials to the Fire Cemetery.

Zuo Mo planned to go to the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

This time, he went alone without notifying anyone else.

The Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools were astounding. Zuo Mo sneaked in and followed the direction from last time and walked towards the death eye.

He noticed the three hundred articles of shen equipment had been placed into the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools to be nourished. Each piece of shen equipment was absorbing death energy. Little whirlpools appeared over the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools. Each shen equipment was being heavily guarded.

Zuo Mo carefully avoided the crowds and moved silently in the grey death energy.

He soon was able to feel clearly that the death energy ahead was much thicker. He became alert. He was about to reach the death eye soon. After moving forward for about fifteen minutes, Zuo Mo felt the surrounding death energy was eight times as dense as before.

The death energy here was astounding thick. Zuo Mo's heart trembled.

If he was not god-level, a normal expert would see all kinds of illusions in such thick death energy. The death energy would corrode their bodies. No wonder no one dared to come to the death eye. Even Zuo Mo felt that the death energy was bone-chillingly cold.

Zuo Mo's speed slowed. After moving about ten li further, the surrounding death energy was so thick it was tangible.

With every step, he felt his vision seemed to shake. Countless evil ghosts and thoughts came at him, and illusions sprouted out.

Zuo Mo's expression became stern. He felt a great pressure.

Woosh!

The sun shen fire erupted out of his body. The evil ghosts immediately wailed when they touched the sun shen fire. However, the sticky death energy seemed to be enraged by the sun shen fire. They roared and roiled as waves of death energy moved towards Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo's expression changed slightly. What kind of place was the death eye that it would have such a great concentration of death energy?

He had never heard of a place with such a great concentration of death energy.

Feeling the great power coming through the roiling death energy, Zuo Mo shook his head. This place was not one he could come to at present. Unless his body completely recovered, and his shen power was replenished, he would not be able to advance.

It seemed that he could only come back after recovering.

However, Zuo Mo did not plan on leaving empty handed. The thick sticky death energy here was a very good material by themselves.

Zuo Mo's hands grabbed at the air.

Moments later, more than fifty beads formed from death energy appeared in his hands. The beads were grey. If one looked at the surface, they would be unconsciously sucked in.

These death energy beads were of rare quality.

After forming fifty death energy beads in succession, a hint of exhaustion flashed across Zuo Mo's face. He was startled. The death energy here was so thick it was incomprehensible! Forming the fifty death energy beads took more effort than forging three hundred articles of shen equipment!

It really was a strange place!

Zuo Mo noted it down and put the death energy beads back in his ring. Then he went back along the way he came. This time, he still gained something. The fifty high quality death energy beads were a considerable profit.

Coming out the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools, Zuo Mo returned to his residence.

He sat for a whole day before recovering. Opening his eyes, he played with the death energy beads in his hands. He remembered the thought he had before and stood up to walk towards the back of the yard.

Arriving in front of the five shen wood coffins. As expected, the death energy in five death energy pools were halved.

Zuo Mo thought and then took out a death energy bead to throw into one of the death energy pools.

Boom!

Surging death energy erupted.

The shen wood coffins suddenly lit up and started to absorb the death energy that had come out. Zuo Mo touched a shen wood coffin and closed his eyes. The death energy was quickly permeating inside the coffin. Because the death energy was in high concentration, after it met the vitality of the shen wood coffin, the base shen power produced was three times stronger than before.

Zuo Mo became excited.

The conclusion he made after repeated consideration in these past days was that enough base shen power would allow everyone to wake up. The base shen power was unique. It could permeate all things and nourish people from the root.

Everything was developing in a good direction. The future was filled with hope.

Zuo Mo pulled out what he had gained today. The marked poison stone could only be given to the flower yao after he returned to Mo Cloud Sea. The dragon heart was for Eldest Shixiong. The jade skeleton for Lan.

The ghost fire flickered in his hand. He was silent. When he obtained the ghost fire, he just had the beginnings of a thought, but the idea was still unclear.

At this time, the female within the ghost fire suddenly appeared. She bowed when she saw Zuo Mo. "Grandmaster!"

Zuo Mo stilled and then his thoughts were pulled back. "What is it?"

"Could Grandmaster bestow a death energy bead to this servant?" the female shadow said honestly. "If Grandmaster could bestow a death energy bead, this servant will be able to stabilize my body, and grow stronger. This servant is willing to be controlled by Grandmaster!"

"Oh!" A look flashed through Zuo Mo's eyes. After a moment of silence, he threw over a death energy bead. "Here!'

The ghost fire female was overjoyed. The ghost fire flickered and wrapped around the death energy bead.

The green ghost fire immediately had a faint tinge of grey.

"This servant needs multiple days to absorb the death energy. Grandmaster, please forgive me." The female figure wavered.

"Go," Zuo Mo said.

The female figure bowed again and then disappeared.

Zuo Mo thought to himself and then put the ghost fire back in the ring. He took out something else. The Yinyang Ring Stone! When Zuo Mo saw this item, the first person he thought of was Luo Li. Yin and yang coexisted on this stone. If this stone was forged into a flying sword, the best form would be two swords chained together, and would be most suitable for Luo Li and Wo Li.

As Zuo Mo's understanding of life and death increased, he saw the connection between Wo Li and Luo Li more clearly. If Wo Li did not die, then Luo Li would not perish. The two were truly a pair that would live and die together. If this stone could be forged into a Yinyang Paired Chain Swords, when the two woke up, their power would go up another level.

Carefully putting the Yinyang Ring Stone away, Zuo Mo picked up his biggest gain of the day. The long horn, the horn of the first mo king.

Zuo Mo's hand caressed the patterns on the surface of the first mo king's horn. He took a deep breath and his mind slowly sank into it.

Translator Ramblings: Prezzies for you, and you, and you!

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Four – Change

Just as Zuo Mo's mind came into contact with the horn of the first mo king, the horn shook. Zuo Mo felt as though his ears were filled with the sound of the horn.

This moaning horn seemed to have a magical power to reach people's minds. Zuo Mo's body uncontrollably trembled and the blood in his body suddenly turned hot.

Zuo Mo jumped in fright!

As expected from the horn of the first mo king. With his god-level cultivation, he was still unable to withstand its power.

At this time, the dark gold bead inside Zuo Mo's body suddenly lit up. Packed sun shen glyphs appeared on the surface of the ball. It was that drop of golden bone marrow that Zuo Mo had extracted from the dark gold femur of the ancient expert. Stimulated by the horn of the first king, it immediately activated! Its power that was mixed with burning sun shen flow quickly spread into Zuo Mo's limbs.

Zuo Mo's mind quickly calmed down.

However, the change just now still frightened Zuo Mo. He found that he was acting far too rash. His body had not recovered. If he encountered danger, there really would not be anyone that could save him.

He had been too rash!

Zuo Mo was still full of fear.

At this time, the light released by the dark golden ball was stopping the horn. Zuo Mo couldn't resist but examine it.

Zuo Mo had never seen these shen glyphs on the inside the horn. Zuo Mo believed some of the rumors now. The sound of the horn caused the blood inside his body to suddenly heat up. He had the blood of a mo. Did the horn of the first mo king truly possess the ability to use the power of mo blood?

Even though Zuo Mo was used to seeing all kinds of treasures, he still found it incomprehensible.

It was common knowledge that the bloodlines of the mo contained great power. This was something that every mo knew. But what really was the power that existed in their blood? No one understood. People only knew that the families that had ancient blood would have greater power in their blood than ordinary people. Also, the purer the blood, the greater the power of the bloodline.

If there was an item that could directly control or affect the power that existed in the blood, it would be terrifying!

Thinking back carefully, it seemed as though Pu Yao and Wei didn't know the location of the King's Horn.

Zuo Mo suppressed his shock and broke his mind free of the King's Horn. Even though he now had god-level cultivation, there were still so many things to explore in the world.

Zuo Mo opened his eyes. He lowered his head to examine the horn of the first mo king, and he stilled.

The horn which had been blackened and dim before was completely changed. There were fine dark red patterns covering the long horn. It was a ancient and mysterious totem character that was as red as blood.

Zuo Mo recognized this character.

King!

Zuo Mo seemed to be struck by lightning as he looked dazedly at the completely transformed long horn in his hand.

What ... ... what was this?

Zuo Mo thought dazedly for a long time but still did not understand.

The warm feeling that came from the long horn his hand and the ancient and desolate presence caused it to appear mysterious and magnificent.

Was ... ... this the true King's Horn?

When this thought appeared in Zuo Mo's mind, he could not expel it. This grand and exquisite long horn, and that bloody red king mark inscribed matched the descriptions of the King's Horn in the legends.

There were faint vibrations that came from the dark red horn that seemed to be the sky that looked down on the world.

King's Horn!

This was the real King's Horn!

Zuo Mo was overjoyed. For Little Mo Ge, as long as it was a treasure, he liked it. The more valuable and rare a treasure was, the more he liked it. He could not move his hand away from caressing the King's Horn. This time, he had really profited!

The King's Horn. The legendary ultimate treasure that was said to dominate all mo. What was the saying? Oh oh, the symbol of power and might, haha, it was great!

Zuo Mo was overcome with joy.

The King's Horn of the legends was able to led the mo and conquer the world. Zuo Mo thought that it would not be as powerful as the legends said, but it probably was a treasure that could lead an army.

After some thought, Zuo Mo suppressed his restless heart. He decided to wait for his shen power to recover before he tried.

Alright, he would recover very soon, Zuo Mo comforted himself.

His days became peaceful again. On one hand, he used the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood to repair his body. On the other, he forged shen equipment and the pseudo-shen devices for the five ghosts.

Actually, with the wealth of the five ghosts, shen devices could be forged. However, it was too much for Zuo Mo to forge shen devices, given his injuries and the short time frame. Pseudo-shen devices were much easier.

Zuo Mo did not feel as though he had anything to do with the fighting between Eastern Nether mansion and the Yin Tomb Guards. Yet what he had not expected that he would be affected as well.

"There's no more Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood?" Zuo Mo frowned. The importance of the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy wood did not have to be said. Without it, the time needed to repair his body would increase greatly.

Little Guard Huo had a distressed expression. "Our business relationships with the outside have been cut off. Eastern Nether Mansion learned that Grandmaster needs Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood and they managed to buy it all first. We have used up all of our stores of Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood."

This change immediately disrupted Zuo Mo's plan. He asked gravely, "What about the substitute materials?"

"Eastern Nether Mansion got ahead of us as well," Little Guard Huo said in a low voice. "Everyone is preparing for war right now. The number of people going out to harvest has been reduced."

The Yin Tomb Guards were greatly lacking compared to Eastern Nether mansion in terms of doing business. While they had been searching to buy all this time, they did not manage to buy much, and Eastern Nether Mansion got ahead of them.

"I understand." Zuo Mo nodded.

Little Guard Huo raised his head and opened his mouth to speak. However, he did not manage to say anything and left dispiritedly.

Zuo Mo's plan was completely ruined. He had healed to the twenty second level of thirty six levels. There were still fourteen levels to go. In terms of progress, this was fast enough. However, Zuo Mo had thought that he would quickly recover, and hadn't expected to encounter trouble here.

Little Guard Huo had not lied. Materials like the Nether ghost Yin Heavy Wood grew in extreme environments. Only experts would be able to harvest them. But right now, with the battle upcoming, the Yin Tomb Guards could not send experts to harvest Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood.

As expected, the road to happiness was a bumpy one!

Zuo Mo did not feel restless. After wandering the endless void for a decade, he had learned patience.

The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord could not be relied on. But when he thought about it, the benefits that Zuo Mo had gotten from them surpassed what he had given.

So even if there was no Nether ghost Yin Heavy Wood, Zuo Mo still did his best to forge shen equipment and pseudo-shen devices for them.

When the war finally started, Zuo Mo had forged about three hundred sets of shen equipment. This number astounded everyone who learned of it. Three thousand sets of shen equipment. This used up most of the Yin Tomb Guard's materials. The materials could not keep up with the progress, something like this actually happened.

The pseudo-shen weapons of the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were also successfully completed. Zuo Mo had forged five completely different pseudo-shen weapons according to their specialities.

While ten years had passed, and everyone's average shen power had risen a level, the number of shen device raiments had not changed greatly, even in the xiuzhe world.

The xiuzhe world was held back by a lack of materials, and the yaomo were held back by a lack of skilled forgers.

The yaomo were not stupid. While they did not have top forgers that could forge shen devices, they still did all they could to gather top level materials. They would never sell them. Therefore, materials that could be used to make shen device raiments would never appear on the market.

This formed a unique situation. The forgers of the xiuzhe world were hampered by a lack of top materials. The yaomo experts held onto their top materials. They were willing to let them rot rather than sell them.

Five pseudo-shen weapons. In the Nether Realm, they were definitely top level. The power of the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts grew with them.

Including the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts, the higher ups of the Yin tomb Guard was filled with confidence in this war. They had three thousand sets of shen equipment that was akin to giving wings to a tiger, the Yin Tomb Guard. Also, the five pseudo-shen weapons increased their confidence.

They were filled with reverence and awe towards Zuo Mo. They had never heard of anyone that could forge three thousand shen equipment of such quickly within one month on their own.

It was terrifying!

The existence of a person could change a war!

Armed to their teeth, the Yin Tomb Guards were filled with hope for the future. The only regret was the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord. His plan to obtain a shen device was ruined due to a lack of materials. At this time, no one was willing to sell top level materials to the Yin Tomb Guards.

However, what comforted him was Zuo Mo still gifted him a pseudo-shen device in thanks for the dark gold femur.

After doing all this, Zuo Mo prepared to explore the death eye of the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

There was not enough Nether ghost Yin Heavy Wood so Zuo Mo thought of another method. Since the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood was useful because the death energy purified the strands of vitality, then he would try and do the same.

While the effect might be as good as the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood, but sitting around and waiting was not Zuo Mo's style. Creating life from death was a problem that Zuo Mo had considered for a long time and he had learned some things.

He wanted to try and see if he could forge life out of death.

If he could succeed, no longer relying on the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Good was just one of the benefits. It also meant that his skill in life and death would reach an unprecedented height for him.

Creating life out of death. He needed to find a land of death. The first that Zuo Mo thought of was the death eye in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

There was no place where death energy was greater than there!

Zuo Mo was a decisive person. After thinking about it, he felt it was plausible and decided to try.

He arranged for Qing Xiao to keep teaching the Wu Clan Members and to wait for him to return. Qing Xiao was unhappy but accepted it. The pitiful Wu Clan members did not know what they were about to face was the ghastly training arranged by a Qing Xiao while he was in a terrible mood.

Zuo Mo informed the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord. The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord tried to persuade him otherwise, but seeing Zuo Mo's determination, he did not persist. He agreed to look after Qing Xiao and the wu Clan.

The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord had no attention to spare for Zuo Mo because the fighting at the front had become intense.

All of Zuo Mo's attention was focused on this trip to the death eye. He made sufficient preparations.

Silly Bird and all the other assistants were present to guard against the danger that had appeared last time. He was pulling the five shen wood coffins himself. The death eye was the place that was best suited for the shen wood coffins to be nourished. He believed that with the density of death energy at the death eye, Eldest Shixiong and the others might wake up earlier.

Just like this, Zuo Mo dragged the five shen wood coffins and followed his previous path towards the depths of the death eye.

Translator Ramblings: Ah, poor Zuo Mo. He was wrong.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Five – Reunion

Dragging the shen wood coffins with the little ones protecting him, Zuo Mo's little group travelled through the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools.

With the start of the war there were far fewer people in the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools. The enormous sea was quiet and Zuo Mo did not encounter any people on their way.

As they went deeper, the surrounding death energy became thicker.

The five shen wood coffins that Zuo Mo dragged released faint light. The surrounding death energy was being sucked into the shen wood coffins, turned into base shen power, and channeled into the five people in the coffins.

Zuo Mo was not shocked by the transformation of the shen wood coffins. What shocked Zuo Mo was the change in the King's Horns.

The King's Horn was tied to Zuo Mo's belt. It gave off an extremely low sound. Zuo Mo felt a wave of heat come out of his blood. His entire body seemed to turn warm, fighting off the energy in the air.

This time, the dark golden ball did not move. It seemed as though it knew the vibrations released by the King's Horn was not an attack.

Zuo Mo marveled inside. The King's Horn really could directly influence the power in mo blood. After his body warmed up, the illusions in front of him decreased greatly and the bone-chilling cold also lightened.

The King's Horn trembled slightly at his waist. Zuo Mo felt as though he was filled with power.

As expected of the King's Horn!

Zuo Mo's confidence increased. With the help of the King's Horn, he might be able to reach the death eye this time. He dragged the five shen wood coffins as he continued to advance. Compared to him, the little ones clearly adjusted better. Silly Bird had the body of a phoenix that was immune to all evil and yin forces, Lil' Black was sitting on Silly Bird's head as usual as it looked off into the distance. Lil' Fire had swallowed countless amounts of Void Sky Li Fire in the endless void. This kind of dark and evil energy was ineffective against it. Lil' Pagoda was next to Lil' Fire as its eyes blinked.

The Ghost Mist Child had started to refine the death energy into his body. He was made out of mist to start with. If he could incorporate death energy, he would have another attack. If he cultivated too many types, then it would be too heterogeneous. But inspired by the Black Gold Seal Soldier, he thought of a wonderful idea. He turned his body into two parts. His body was pure ghost mist, and his stomach was another space. There were all kinds of mist and poisons floating inside it.

If he encountered a strong enemy and swallowed the other into his stomach ... ...

The power of "that move" would become stronger over time. The Ghost Mist Child was full of joy. As expected, a scheme was more useful than brute force. Ah, If he was as smart and lowly as Black Gold ... ...

Black Gold could not understand Ghost Mist Child's sorrow. He was a seal soldier, and the death energy did not influence on him. However, this death energy had a flavor he did not like and he could not eat it. This caused him to feel slightly hungry. He looked around and wanted a monster to jump out immediately so he could fill his stomach.

Sunshine flew next to Tenth Grade, occasionally sprinkling all kinds of light towards Tenth Grade to ward away the death energy. Tenth Grade still had a cool expression as usual as he stared forward and flew forward murderously. He cultivated sword essence and he wasn't interested in death energy.

The sidekick troupe moved forward. However, they looked more like a gang that was wandering the streets and waiting to make trouble for someone and not like a well-trained elite military forces.

"Big Brother, we've walked for so long, why isn't there anything?" the Black Gold Seal Soldier couldn't resist but mutter.

Zuo Mo kept on walking as he said, "What do you want?"

"Something to eat." The Black Gold Seal Soldier appeared as though he was ravenous.

No one paid attention to him.

Zuo Mo quickly moved past where he had stopped last time. The thick death energy finally became a pressure on everyone

Tenth Grade's crescent blade came out of its sheath. The eyes in that cool little face flashed with coldness. Black Gold Seal Soldier cracked his fists. The sway of his head lessened greatly. His eyes narrowed lightly. The other little ones were on their guard.

If a monster jumped out now, they would be cut to death immediately.

Everyone had travelled the endless void for a long time and were very experienced. The death energy here was too thick. It would be abnormal if no monsters formed here.

Lil' Black's two antennae waved madly.

"Ha! Finally about to open for business! No one compete with me!" Black Gold Seal Soldier rubbed his fists together in excitement

Tenth Grade didn't even lift his eyelids as the crescent blade disappeared from his hand.

A bloody sword energy entered the death energy in front of him.

Hm?

Tenth Grade's eyes flashed as he suddenly pulled and twisted with his hands.

A grey shadow suddenly smashed to the ground in front of them with the crescent blade piercing its body. Tenth Grade's Hundred Sacrifice Soul Killing Sword had reached a masterful level. The transformation of this move was not complex but it was appropriate. The experience of the endless void caused the motivated Tenth Grade to reach an astounding level.

"Hey hey hey! Tenth Grade! You are terrible! When I was ... ..." Black Gold Seal Soldier glared angrily at Tenth Grade.

Tenth Grade did not seem to hear it. He beckoned and the crescent blade returned to his hand.

Everyone else walked over and surrounded the grey shadow to examine it.

Its appearance was unique. It did not have limbs and it appeared like a grey ball of flesh. Long dark grey tentacles covered it. The tentacles were thin and floated in the death energy like seagrass.

"This is disgusting!" The Black Gold Seal Soldier had a disdainful expression. This thing could not rouse his appetite.

"Would something born of the death energy not be disgusting?" Zuo Mo said as he flipped the being over to examine it

The monster's body disappeared at a visible rate. It could be seen that the great majority of its body was made from death energy. In the end, a dark bead was left. Zuo Mo picked it up.

"This bead isn't bad. It is higher quality than the death energy beads I made." Zuo Mo was slightly surprised.

His thoughts suddenly moved and Zuo Mo took out the ghost fire from his ring.

The figure of the female appeared in the ghost fire. Her figure was much more solid compared to before. While her features were still unclear, but it was much better than looking as though she would dissipate at any moment.

"Daren!" She bowed elegantly. She did not use the term grandmaster but daren to show that she had submitted.

"Is this useful to you?" Zuo Mo reached out and revealed the black bead that he had just obtained.

The female was slightly shocked. "This death energy bead is extremely high in quality. Is Daren bestowing this to this servant?"

"For you." Zuo Mo threw it over.

"Thanks, Daren!" The female was overjoyed. The flames flashed, and a tongue of flame wrapped around the death energy bead.

This death energy bead was astounding high in quality. After consuming the death energy bead, her figure became even clearer, and her facial features became clear. She had a beautiful appearance and a calm presence.

Zuo Mo said to the others, "Let's continue, be careful."

Without Zuo Mo's warning, the little ones still knew that what was up ahead would not be peaceful.

Along the way, they encountered a few more monsters like this. These monsters were most skilled in illusions and evil thoughts but they were ineffective against Zuo Mo's group. Everyone's resistance towards evil thoughts was high, and with Sunshine who specialized in breaking illusions, the other people could focus on battle. They progressed quickly.

However, they only obtained three death energy beads. Not all monsters had death energy beads. Zuo Mo was not frugal and gave all three of the death energy beads to the ghost fire.

The woman of the ghost fire hadn't thought that Zuo Mo would be so generous and was grateful. She had hidden in the ghost fire for many years, and her soul was about to dissipate. If she did not encounter Zuo Mo, she would have dissipated after twenty to thirty years.

If other people found her hiding among the fire, her outcome would be bad.

Actually, she had felt slightly anxious. Zuo Mo was a forging grandmaster, how could he not know what her use was? If this was someone else, they would have forged her already. She only understood some when she saw Lil' Pagoda, Lil' Fire, and the others.

Zuo Mo did know what her use was, but Zuo Mo had special feelings towards things that had souls. Pu Yao, Wei, the little ones, they were his best friends.

And he was so rich that other people could not imagine it.

He had an extremely large amount of materials, the shen device nucleus that had not been forged, the parts of the shen device that his father had left behind, the King's Horn, the other materials he had obtained from the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts and rare and valuable materials he obtained from the endless void.

The entire xiuzhe world was furiously searching for peak materials to forge shen devices and Zuo Mo had stocked up on a batch. Once his shen power recovered, he could forge true shen devices.

If he was not forced to, he did not want to forge spirits and souls that were alive. It was not that he respected life, but he treasured his friends.

Ge has enough materials and doesn't care! Zuo Mo comforted himself like he was a rich tycoon.

The density of death energy in the surroundings dramatically increased. The death beings that appeared became stronger and stronger. Fortunately, the moves of these beings born from death energy were simple. Zuo Mo's sidekicks were well-rounded and could attack both near or far and against individuals or groups.

They crushed their way through. The quality of the death energy beads became higher and higher. The ghost fire had reached a limit on the death energy beads she ate.

Yet no one was happy. The more they moved forward, the greater the pressure was. The monsters that appeared became stronger and stronger. They encountered a kind of monster whose body was intangible. None of their attacks were effective. In the end it was Sunshine who used a rarely used illusion-breaking spell to kill it.

Everyone stopped. Looking at the scene in front of them, none of them had good expressions.

This place was like a dividing line. There seemed to be a transparent barrier in front of them. On this side of the line was thick grey death energy. On the other side of the line, the color of the death energy was extremely faint but Zuo Mo was not careless. It was not that there was no death energy ahead, but the death energy had become close to transparent.

The almost transparent death energy gave Zuo Mo an even greater feeling of danger. What caused Zuo Mo to feel danger wasn't just the transparent death energy.

A large number of grey pointed shapes passed through the air like a school of fire. They did not seem to notice the arrival of Zuo Mo and the others.

Countless twisted shadows and colors formed and extinguished in the air. Zuo Mo and the others could make out beautiful song, sobbing, and screams ... ...

All kinds of sounds mixed together. Even Sunshine who was skilled in breaking illusions had a grave expression.

"These illusions here are top-tier, and very strong!' Sunshine's expression was slightly nervous.

Hearing Sunshine's words, everyone's faces were slightly stiff. Any kind of method was extremely terrifying when it was top-tier, it was the same with illusions.

The line marked another world

As they got here, even Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat. The monster they had encountered just now was as strong as the monsters they encountered in the endless void.

As they went deeper, the monsters would definitely be even stronger.

Top-tier illusory arts were terrifying. Zuo Mo and the others had encountered it once in the endless void and almost died. In top-tier illusions, time and space became blurry. You never knew if the fellows with you were true or false. Your demons and your emotions could become fatal enemies.

It had mostly been luck that they had managed to escape that time. But even so, all of them had been wounded.

So when they heard it was a top illusory art, everyone felt the urge to retreat.

Just as Zuo Mo was hesitating, snap, light flashed and everything disappeared.

A monster with six bone spikes on his back appeared in front of them.

Zuo Mo felt that this monster was slightly familiar. He frowned and thought hard before his eyes widened. "It's you!"

Shi who they had encountered at the Sealed Extinction battlefield had six subordiantes. This monster was one of them.

Shi was here?

Zuo Mo was slightly stunned and then he was overjoyed. In Zuo Mo's mind, the strongest person was not Chief Elder or Lin Qian, it was Shi. This old monster that had lived for more than ten thousand years and was of unfathomable power. Zuo Mo felt that no one else would be able to do something like sealing the sun crystal seed.

The monster suddenly spoke, "Master knew that you have come and had me come welcome you."

It seemed as though the being rarely talked from how raw its voice was. However, its gaze was gentle and without any enmity.

Thinking of Shi's impossible moves and unfathomable power, Zuo Mo was immediately filled with hope. Shi would definitely have a way to wake Eldest Shixiong and the others. He would definitely have a way to fix Zuo Mo's body.

Zuo Mo felt as though his mood went through a rollercoaster and quickly became better.

"You are living here?" Zuo Mo asked the bone spike monster curiously.

"Yes." The bone spike monster nodded.

Zuo Mo tsked in wonder. "You are really strong to find such a strange place!'

The bone spike monster chuckled.

Following the bone spike monster, Zuo Mo's group did not encounter any obstruction along the way. However, the group was experienced and their hearts trembled when they saw the defenses along the way. They knew that if they had tried to charge in using brute force, they would not be able to make it through.

Zuo Mo finally understood why no one dared to come close to the death eye. But he changed his way of thinking. Such thick death energy was most suited to Shi.

Ever since their parting at the Sealed Extinction Battlefield, he had never seen Shi again. He had not expected to reunite here.

Surprises such as encountering someone familiar in an unfamiliar place was a joy.

The area of the death eye was greater than they imagined. They walked for a long time. On the way, Zuo Mo saw many death energy pools. The death energy pools here were filled with water but Zuo Mo could see that they were not water, but made of extremely pure and dense death energy.

A drop of the clear pool water here could be sold for a great price outside.

This really was a stunning place!

Zuo Mo and the others marveled inwardly.

Yet when Zuo Mo saw Shi, he was shocked.

Translator Ramblings: The ghost fire female thinks Zuo Mo is so soft-hearted and kind. She should ask all the people he scalped.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Six Shi

If it was not for that face, Zuo Mo would definitely not have recognized Shi. When they had parted, Shi's body had been split apart from the middle with one half being multi-colored. Yet right now, his body was like jade and released astounding vibrations. Only that shrivelled face was still familiar.

Shi seemed even more powerful.

But for some reason, Zuo Mo had a bad feeling. The stronger the person was, the greater their control over their power, and they would not easily leak their power outside. Shi seemed to be a fiercely burning flame. While hot, it gave Zuo Mo the feeling that it could not be maintained.

When Zuo Mo's gaze accidentally swept across Shi's legs, he stilled. There was nothing under Shi's knees.

Zuo Mo stilled and stammered out a question. "Shi, your body ... ..."

In Zuo Mo's mind, Shi could do anything. No one was stronger than Shi, not even the Chief Elder of Tian Huan. How could someone so peerlessly strong become like this.

Shi saw Zuo Mo and showed a smile. This caused his grey-white face to look strange and terrifying. "I have lived long enough."

"But ... ..."

Zuo Mo opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He suddenly realized that after spending ten thousand years in the Sealed Extinction Battlefield, was Shi's life about to reach an end?

It had been more than ten years since they first met at the Battlefield of Sealed Extinction. The sun crystal seed that Shi had given him back then had saved his life many times. The sun crystal seed was the reason that he had achieved his cultivation.

He remembered when they parted, Shi said he was going to find his homeland.

As though he saw Zuo Mo's pain, gentleness flashed through Shi's eyes. He said with a smile, "Even the strongest cannot withstand the march of time. I have lived longer than those of my era, there is nothing I am dissatisfied by, you do not need to be sad for me."

Zuo Mo was silent. A moment later, he raised his head. "Shi, did you find your homeland?"

"This is my homeland," Shi said with a laugh.

Zuo Mo stilled. "Ah, this is your homeland?" Moments later, he suddenly realized and his expression froze on his face. He stammered out, "You you you ... ... are the Nether King?"

Shi saw Zuo Mo's shocked expression and laughed. "Is this very strange?"

Zuo Mo lost the ability to speak. He had never thought that Shi was the Nether King! But when he recovered from his shock, he felt that it was normal. To be able to silently unite the Nether Realm in such a short amount of time, Zuo Mo felt that no one other than Shi would have managed to accomplish it.

Shi was very happy at shocking Zuo Mo so much. He examined Zuo Mo and said with surprise, "You have progressed very quickly, already god-level. Oh, you are wounded?"

After he said those last words, Shi's brow furrowed. "Is there someone so strong right now?"

Zuo Mo narrated the matter with the Chief Elder of Tian Huan in detail. Shi listened and nodded as he said, "No wonder, your luck is good. Do not worry, this place is suited for healing. I can see that you have already some understanding of this. The true meaning of nether is not death, but life. This is the shen methodology I cultivated in the past. In my hands, it has been refined and perfected. Take a look. It will be of help to your recovery. However, there is no need to cultivate it. The nether shen power and your sun shen power will conflict."

Then he swept a look across the shen wood coffins and said, "Your luck is really good to find the Ten Thousand Life Shen wood! I can help you wake them up."

"Really?" Zuo Mo was overjoyed. He widened his eyes. "You can awaken them?"

"Actually, you have already started on the right path," Shi explained. "However, your comprehension is shallow. If you want to wake them, you will need ten years if you study the shen methodology I give you."

"Ten years ... ..." Zuo Mo faltered and hurriedly said, "Then you do it!"

Shi's gaze was burning and with a hint of mirth. Then his expression became serious. "Then you have to promise me some things."

"As long as I can accomplish them, anything!" Zuo Mo patted his chest. Actually, even if Shi did not help him and needed his help, he would do it.

Shi said, "When your wounds heal, you will truly be god-level. While you have just entered god-level, you are now barely acceptable as the successor to my position."

"Ah!" Zuo Mo was dumbstruck. A moment later, he said slowly, "You mean Nether King?"

"Yes." Shi nodded and said, "I spent so much power to unite them. I do not want them to divide after I die."

After saying this, Shi looked wryly at Zuo Mo. "You have gotten a great bargain. Mo Cloud Sea and the Nether Realm, you have the ability to conquer the world."

Zuo Mo scratched his head. "Theoretically, I did benefit. But, why me?"

"Why?" Shi roared with laughter and then said seriously, "There are several reasons. One, you have the ability, god-level power, and the support of Mo Cloud Sea. You have the ability to establish yourself on the throne. I do not want the Nether Realm to turn into chaos after my death. Secondly, you are not a bad person. Mo Cloud Sea has been good under your rule. You have no bias against the mo, I do not have to worry about that. Third, you have good luck."

Zuo Mo still felt as though he was in a dream. Good fortunate had come too fast and suddenly.

"Power is meaningless to me. The reason I united the Nether Realm was because this is my homeland," Shi said coolly.

Zuo Mo's mind quickly cleared. He said with slight disbelief. "Outside, Eastern Nether Mansion and the Yin Tomb Guards are fighting fiercely. Are you going to sit by and watch?"

"No kind of happiness comes without experiencing pain," Shi said coolly. He glanced at Zuo Mo. "I have made arrangements."

Zuo Mo suddenly realized. "I understand. You set this up, you just want to see who is going to meet your expectations, right?"

Shi smiled but did not reply. He said, "Recover first. Once you recover, there might be a need for you to appear."

"Alright." Zuo Mo felt the same. If he could recover completely, he would be of greater help to Shi.

He actually had many more things he did not say. Shi's legs under the kneecap were gradually dissipating as though there was an invisible mouth slowly consuming Shi's body. Zuo Mo knew that Shi's life was really at an end. None of this could be stopped.

Even Zuo Mo who had god-level cultivation felt was terrified at this kind of complete and unstoppable destruction.

Zuo Mo felt extremely distressed.

While he knew that even the strongest would die one day; while he knew that Shi who had lived for tens of thousands of years was calm and peaceful, and had already seen to everything.

But why was he still sad? Why was he still feeling pain?

In his last throes, Shi was probably at the strongest he'd ever been in his life because his life was being burned to the end. Shi did not calmly wait for the arrival of death and chose to burn his remaining lifespan at the end.

What did Shi want to do?

He must have some wish he wanted to complete?

Zuo Mo didn't know but he could clearly feel that Shi had indescribable and deep feelings for this land.

Homeland?

Zuo Mo thought silently. This term was unfamiliar to him.

But no matter what, he would use all of his power to help Shi complete his last wishes.

Shi taught Zuo Mo the important points of creating life out of death. Zuo Mo listened carefully. After just a while, Zuo Mo felt he had gained a lot. Shi's skill in this level was much greater than Zuo Mo. Every one of his words were to the point and Zuo Mo was entranced.

Shi spoke for three whole days.

In these three days, Shi's light grew even brighter, his presence even stronger. He was like a burning flame that no one could look directly at.

Yet, Shi's knees had now disappeared.

Zuo Mo forced down his grief as he worked to repair his body.

The death energy pools had accumulated the pure death energy after countless eons in the death eye. After Shi's teachings, Zuo Mo quickly found the crux. He quickly found that the vitality that came from the water in the death energy pools was purer than the vitality from the Nether Ghost Yin Heavy Wood.

His wounds would quickly recover.

Shi sat on the throne and was in a daze.

"Are you afraid?' Shi suddenly asked Sand Puppet.

Sand Puppet rumbled, "Not afraid."

"If I die, you will also die," Shi said.

"Then let's die," Sand Puppet said.

"Metal Ox, how long have you followed me?" Shi turned his face to ask.

The iron ox tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "Twelve thousand and forty two years."

"More than ten thousand years, time has passed so quickly," Shi lamented. He suddenly said, "If I want you all to live?"

Five gazes suddenly locked onto him. The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped and the hall was filled with murderousness.

Shi roared with laughter. "Alright, you will feel life is dull and become bored if you continue to live. Since that's the case, then let us do something together."

The murderousness disappeared.

"He's come," Black Mist suddenly said.

"Have him come in," Shi said coolly. In this moment, he was the authoritative Nether King.

The incomer saw Shi and was overcome with excitement, kneeling to the floor. "King!"

His voice was choked and filled with excitement. "Great! Great! King! King is fine! Fine!"

"Stand up," Shi said coolly.

He looked at the large man in front of him. This tattooed large man was one of the four nether lords, An Mo who ruled the Western Jail Mansion.

"An Mo, you worked hard recently," Shi said calmly.

"This subordinate is not burdened," An Mo shook his head and said with worry, "King, Eastern Nether Mansion and the Yin Tomb Guards are fighting intensely. The fatalities on both sides are high. Should we interfere?"

As he said this, his eyes were bright, and he didn't look as though he was injured at all.

"I knew of Jia Man's ambitions a long time ago," Shi said coolly. "You Zhe was also within my expectations. But Hai Xin Bing has disappointed me."

An Mo's heart felt a wave of coldness. He knew that King had announced Jia Man and Hai Xin Bing's death sentences. As long as King was alive, no one could defeat King, not even the four Nether Lords put together.

"King, give the order! All of Western Jail Mansion is sleeping with their weapons by their beds, and can move at any moment," An MO said loudly.

"Wait a few more days, you will meet the next Nether King." Shi was unaffected. He then glanced at An Mo. "I hope that you will assist my successor just like you have assisted me."

An Mo's body shook and he exclaimed, "The next Nether King?"

Translator Ramblings: The greatest freebie Zuo Mo ever got.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Seven – New King

Zuo Mo opened his eyes. His starry-like eyes flashed with joy.

He finally recovered!

The feeling of power in his body was so intoxicating, so familiar yet strange. Ten years! Ten whole years! He had finally regained his power, and it was unbelievable power!

Confidence filled every one of Zuo Mo's cells. All of the problems and obstacles were so insignificant in his eyes.

Power!

This was power!

Zuo Mo roared into the sky. Ten years of struggle, ten years of hardship, ten years of treading on thin ice, all of it was vented in this long howl.

Hearing Zuo Mo's roar, the little ones and Shi all hurriedly rushed over.

"Big Brother, you've recovered?" The Black Gold Seal Solder asked impatiently. His eyes were wide, and his expression was both nervous and anticipatory.

Zuo Mo roared with laughter. "Recovered!"

"Hahahaha! Great! Big Brother has recovered! Big Brother has recovered!" The Black Gold Seal Soldier put his hands on his waist and laughed into the sky. "Haha! My good days are coming! I want to be a wastrel! I want to eat and wait for death, I want ... ..."

His wild laughter suddenly stopped as Silly Bird kicked him into the air. She clearly felt that it was not the appropriate time for this person to announce such unambitious things. Silly Bird used her wings to wipe away her tears. Her feathers were as bright and deep red as fire. Lil' Black who was on her head furiously waved its two antennae.

Lil' Pagoda and Lil' Fire leapt into Zuo Mo's arms with a cry and started to nudge and wriggle.

Tenth Grade's cold face had a rare smile. He didn't know what to say. Sunshine flew happily around Tenth Grade. Ghost Mist Child's tears flowed down his face in joy. The tears were endless and sprouted out like a spring.

Shi Looked at the celebrating group and decided to not interrupt them.

A long time later, Zuo Mo and the little ones finally calmed down. Zuo Mo finally noticed Shi beside him and said bashfully, "I was too excited! Sorry!"

"No matter, the feeling is good." Shi smiled, his gaze reminiscing. Memories so long ago he almost forgot them rose in his mind. The unfamiliar feeling caused his thoughts to wander.

Was he becoming so emotional because he was about to die?

Shi laughed in a self-mocking manner inside and then recovered his calm. "Let's go, I have some things to tell you."

"Alright!" Zuo Mo stood up briskly. He knew that every drop of time was valuable to Shi right now.

Following Shi, Zuo Mo came to the large hall. He saw An mo and also the shock in An Mo's eyes.

"Sit there." Shi pointed at the elevated throne and turned his face to say to Zuo Mo.

"Okay!" Zuo Mo did not refuse or ask why. He walked to the throne, turned and sat.

"Starting from today, you are not just the king of Mo Cloud Sea, you are also the Nether King!" Shi's voice was calm but was filled with indescribable power.

An Mo's mouth was wide and his expression full of disbelief. He guessed that the white-haired youth was the successor had been chosen when he saw Zuo Mo. When he saw Zuo Mo's white hair he thought of the white-haired grandmaster who was a popular topic of discussion recently.

But this was not enough to shock him so. The greatest shock were the words that King said

–King of Mo Cloud Sea!

He was the king of Mo Cloud Sea! He was Zuo Mo!

He was still alive! He had returned!

Countless thoughts attacked An Mo's mind and stunned him.

Shi did not seem to notice An Mo's loss of composure. His tone did not change at all. "An Mo, starting from today, you need to assist the new king."

An Mo shook and refocused. He could hear that King was making arrangements for after his death. His heart was filled with unvoiced sorrow. He looked seriously at Shi and said, "King's orders, my mission!"

Then he turned and bowed to Zuo Mo. "This subordinate An Mo greets King!"

He did not know much about Zuo Mo, the most of which were those almost legendary stories. Since King had chosen Zuo Mo, then Zuo Mo was certainly the most suitable choice.

Zuo Mo smiled at An Mo. "Don't call me king, you can call me Zuo Mo."

Zuo Mo was at ease and did not show any wariness. An Mo could not see any traces of joy from Zuo Mo's face. He had accepted the throne as though it was natural. Suddenly, An Mo had more confidence in King's choice.

"In the past, I hoped to unite the Nether Realm as fast as possible so I left the four Nether Lords. It seems now that the decision was incorrect." Shi did not avoid admitting his past mistake. "Jia Man and Hai Xin Bing will definitely rebel. You Zhe is not to be relied on. However, I have preparations and you do not need to worry too much."

Zuo Mo listened carefully and did not interrupt.

"I have told all of Nether Realm that the new king is about to ascend to the throne. The leaders of every faction will go to the Nether King Palace to meet you." Shi looked directly at Zuo Mo. "You go, accept the Nether Realm, you must receive the acceptance of the majority of them."

"Alright!" Zuo Mo did not oppose this. He was steady and confident.

Shi gazed at Zuo Mo and suddenly said, "I will leave the Nether Realm to your care. I hope that you will let it recover peace and calm as soon as possible, no matter what you do in order to do so."

"Alright!" Zuo Mo promised seriously.

"Go prepare, and then leave," Shi suddenly said, "Leave those five people here. I will wake them. This is the last thing I can help you with. I cannot forge, but leave the dragon heart and the ghost fire, I'll do it."

Suddenly, Zuo Mo had a feeling he was going to cry.

Was it the sorrow at such a strong person about to pass away? Or the reminders of what having an elder was like? Or being moved by the deep emotion for one's homeland?

Zuo Mo wasn't clear.

He raised his head and tried to make himself show a smile. His tone was solemn as though he was making an oath. "I will treat the Nether Realm like I treat Mo Cloud Sea!"

Shi smiled and said gently, "Go."

Nan Yue was practicing hard in the Ten Finger Prison.

The present Ten Finger Prison was not as popular as before. Right now, not many just focused on cultivating consciousness. This place was more a place for people to communicate.

However, Mo Cloud Sea's shen power was built on a foundation of the three powers. Due to this, the yao of Mo Cloud Sea still had the habit of entering the Ten Finger Prison to cultivate.

Right now, the yao in Mo Cloud Sea were more common than when Daren had left. Ming Yue Ye's purging of the yao ranks had never stopped. Many families faced calamity. The Blue Flower Family had been affected as well. At that time, they thought of Qinghua Xue. They managed to contact Qinghua Xue after great effort in hopes that their family would be allowed to move to Mo Cloud Sea.

Qinghua Xue reported this to Gongsun Cha. With Gongsun Cha's agreement, the Blue Flower Family moved into Mo Cloud Sea.

Unexpectedly, the movement of the Blue Flower Family caused many other families to follow suit. They all requested to enter Mo Cloud Sea.

Gongsun Cha did not hesitate in agreeing.

In the past, Mo Cloud Sea's problem had been that they had too many people but not enough land. As they expanded over the years, Mo Cloud Sea's territories had broadened greatly. Many places had more land than people. It hadn't been a problem to settle these families.

Due to the influence of this wave of immigrants, the number of yao in Mo Cloud Sea was much higher than before. The present Mo Cloud Sea had truly become a gathering place for the yao, mo, and xiuzhe.

Just like usual, Nan Yue sat thinking after a day of cultivating was finished. Every time at this moment, she would think of the past when Daren had taught her the South Sky Arrow Art. She had always persisted in cultivating in the place where Daren had first taught her yao arts.

She wondered how Daren was ... ...

She seemed to be easy-going but she was actually very sensitive.

Daren's paper crane filled everyone with confidence in the future. Everyone was working hard and waiting for Daren to return.

However, ten years had passed!

While Lil' Miss Daren was still dutiful, while everyone was still persisting, Nan Yue perceptively realized the change in attitudes in some people.

The lower ranks were in turbulence, especially the families that had joined Mo Cloud Sea later on. They didn't feel any loyalty to Zuo Mo. They felt that Mo Cloud Sea's ruler less state could not continue. Rather than waiting meaninglessly like this, it was better to choose a new master of Mo Cloud Sea first.

Lil' Miss Daren accidentally heard this once and was enraged. He killed that group of people.

No one dared to discuss this topic openly but discussions in private did not calm. Everyone who had been with Daren to start Mo Cloud Sea was extremely angry about discussions like this. A divide gradually appeared between the old and the new factions.

Daren! Return soon!

Nan Yue felt great urgency.

Suddenly, Nan Yue stilled. She rubbed her eyes.

Did she miss Daren so much she was see a delusion? Nan Yue asked herself.

After she finished rubbing her eyes and opening them, that figure still stood there calmly and smiled at her.

Nan Yue was stunned where she was. Suddenly, tears poured down.

"Daren! It is you! Is it really you?" Nan Yue said incoherently and with great excitement.

"Yes, it's me." A smile spread on Zuo Mo's face.

Nan Yue could not stop her sobs as her vision blurred.

Gongsun Cha was working hard on the desk. Of everyone, his burdens were the greatest. He was struggling to manage every day. Every matter of Mo Cloud Sea would gather at his table. He knew that he was alright at war, but he was just acceptable at other fields.

But other than him, no one could take up the position.

In military matters, Bie Han could share the burden. Ma Fan, Tang Fei, and the others had grown up, and he did not need to worry so much. But managing the people was where he wasn't skilled, it wasn't just tiring to deal with the matters, it was also painful.

He felt extremely uncomfortable spending everyday on these complex and petty matters.

He really wanted to just focus on leading a battalion and fighting. That would be so pleasurable!

But Shixiong was not here. Other than him, no one else would be accepted by the group. No matter how painful it was, he could only grit his teeth and continue. He could not have Shixiong come back to a mess!

Suddenly, Nan Yue charged in.

Gongsun Cha raised his head and saw Nan Yue's tear-streaked face. He couldn't help but laugh. "What is it? Nan Yue, who bullied you?"

"I, I saw Daren!" Nan Yue panted.

Snap!

The brush in Gongsun Cha's hand snapped landed on the ground. He seemed to be struck by lightning.

Translator Ramblings: And Zuo Mo finally gets back into contact. The remaining chapters are really rapidly paced. Not many left to go!

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Eight – Ten Years!

After completing his daily cultivation Fei Lei jumped out of the medicinal pool. The muscles of his refined body did not bulge out like before, but each curve was even tighter and well defined.

He put on clothes and walked out of the cultivation room.

There was a large hall outside the cultivation room. People chatted and boasted in here. Their lives were actually very dull. Other than the routine cultivation, everyone would only go out to raid when they lacked resources.

Fortunately, this was a group of not so normal cultivation maniacs. No one felt that there was anything wrong.

"Old Fei, how much money is left in the account? When are we going out again?" someone shouted.

Fei Lei glanced over and snorted, "Did you recently achieve a breakthrough? Bored?"

Fei Lei had great authority among this group, not just because he managed the accounts, but because he had travelled far and wide to find each of them in the past.

"What breakthrough, he's been a failure recently, I'm far ahead of him!" someone added in.

"You are say I'm a failure? You're done for! If you have balls, let's go to the sparring field!"

"Ha! Who is afraid of you! Let's go!"

The two ferociously walked towards the sparring field and immediately pulled away a large group of people that wanted to watch.

Fei Lei sat down and then listened to the broadcast of the Seven Star Mo Insect on recent major events. Suddenly, he stilled and listened carefully. The Seven Star Mo Insect was similar to the sound tablet of the xiuzhe.

The new Nether King was ascending to the throne!

They were stationed close to the Nether Realm but they rarely went there. Ever since the Nether Kinga appeared and the Nether Realm was united, that place was not suited for bandits to survive.

King!

Fei Lei suddenly became restless. The blood summons of the past had allowed him to find his destiny. He had worked so hard to find these problematic youths. The name he had given them back then was the King's Horn. He had done everything he could do in the hopes that one day, he could accomplish his mission.

He had been filled with confidence, especially after Liang Wei took over the battalion and showed outstanding talent. Fei Lei had been filled with hope towards the future. He had never seen such a powerful and talented battle general. He had believed that under Liang Wei's training, these young and rebellious youths would achieve the glory that belonged to them just like their ancestors.

Just like the name he first gave this battalion, King's Horn!

However, the king was not here now.

Fei Lei was filled with pain. When the news of the battle of the Central Plains reached them, when he and Liang Wei found out, it was like lightning had struck them. They immediately lost their motivation. If even the king didn't exist, then who was the horn blown for?

As expected, Liang Wei could not find Pu.

While Liang Wei would go to Pu Pu's Home For Battle Generals every few days, he would return with disappointment each time.

The same events repeated for ten years.

Fei Lei admired Liang Wei greatly. The predicament that this battalion had faced back then was almost unimaginable. Their connection to Mo Cloud Sea had been cut off, their materials and shen equipment cut off. Other than Youqin Lie who was occasionally able to provide them with some help, all other supplies were stopped. However, Youqin Lie was working under Ming Yue Ye and the help he could provide was limited.

Having lost the sense of belonging, the scarcity of funds and resources, the battalion looked as though it was about to collapse.

But they didn't.

Liang Wei led them to raid like bandits to replenish their supplies. However, Liang Wei always controlled their slaughter. He did not want them to truly descend to become bandits.

They were a battalion, not bandits!

Liang Wei told them that they had received news from Mo Cloud Sea that Daren would come back. Liang Wei changed the name of the battalion back from the Wolf Head Thousand Monster Camp to King's Horn. But Fei Lei knew that their contact with Mo Cloud Sea had stopped a long time ago.

But Fei Lei was also willing to believe this lie. He also saw a thread of hope when Mo Cloud Sea did not descend into chaos.

Maybe Daren would return!

They struggled to survive like this. Liang Wei's viciousness allowed each of them to not fear the difficulties. Youqin Lie would occasionally send them intelligence of some rich targets. This had been of great help to them.

Few could imagine that a group of bandits like this had maintained daily battalion training for ten years. Each of their raids was like a battle, and they would design a complete battle plan.

They did not relax at all.

However, Fei Lei knew that they could not wait forever. Time would cause purpose and loyalty to slowly fade. A battalion that lacked loyalty would only fall to become bandits. At that time, they would truly become bandits.

Fei Lei's heart was full of pain.

But he did not show it. Just like usual, he wandered off in his mind as he thought. One would never detect any worry from his stern face. He always controlled his emotions. He knew his influence on the battalion.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Liang Wei come in. Fei Lei raised his head and was about to call Liang Wei over to discuss their battle plan as Youqin Lei had sent over another message.

But when his gaze landed on Liang Wei's face, he stilled.

It was the first time Fei Lei had seen Liang Wei with such an expression. Liang Wei's face was flushed red as though he was drunk. His facial muscles were unconsciously twitching, his steps unsteady, Fei Lei thought he would fall at any moment. His wolf-like eyes were misty.

Had something happened?

Fei Lei's heart jumped. Suddenly, he recalled that this was usually the time when Liang Wei went to Pu Pu's Home for Battle Generals.

Had something ... ...

Fei Lei's expression suddenly turned pale and his heart almost stopped beating. His eyes were wide as he started at Liang Wei, unable to make any sound.

"He, he's come back!" Liang Wei who was as vicious as a wolf murmured.

Fei Lei felt the blood rush to his head, his legs weakening as he fell to the ground. A long time later, like a person who had almost suffocated to death, when the air reached his lungs, his body started to tremble.

Fei Lei sobbed loudly.

Ten years of waiting!

Anticipation, longing, hope, hopelessness, pain, endurance, all of it within these ten years of waiting.

The stern man cried like a child.

Liang Wei's eyes were rimmed in red, and tears rose but he gritted his teeth and tried to control his tears so that they would not flow down. He used so much force that his face was twitching. He didn't dare to speak. He was afraid if he relaxed slightly, the tears would fall down.

He was like a wolf, how could he cry?

He crouched down next to Fei Lei and patted Fei Lei's shoulder. He continued to pat.

They were the best partners!

Right now, and in the future!

He knew the emotion and effort Fei Lei had invested into his battalion. He knew just how difficult and painful this past decade had been for Fei Lei, just like he knew that the pain Fei Lei endured these ten years was far greater than his.

He was only here in order to fight, to create his own battalion. He waited in order to repay the other for giving him the opportunity. However, Fei Lei was not the same. That was his purpose, his lifelong mission. Other than this, Fei Lei had to be responsible for these youths that he had recruited personally. This feeling of responsibility had tormented this man for ten years.

Suddenly, Fei Lei stopped sobbing. He wiped his tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is he?"

Liang Wei recovered his calm and his eyes flashed. "In Nether Realm!"

"Nether Realm?" Fei Lei was astounded.

"He's the new Nether King!" Liang Wei was also astounded, but at this time, he admired Fei Lei's almost dazed expression.

Fei Lei was in a daze for a long time before he murmured, "King's Horn! We are the King's Horn!"

"He instructed that we travel to the Nether Realm as soon as possible, he needs guards." Liang Wei recovered his calm.

"He's in danger?" Fei Lei changed expression.

Liang Wei's expression also became grave. "He did not say, but he said for us to meet up with him immediately."

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!" Fei Lei unhesitatingly stood and moved quickly.

Looking as Fei Lei recovered his vitality and spirit, Liang Wei's lips curved in a hint of a smile. His wolf-like eyes also flashed with fire and fighting spirit.

Silent for ten years, do you still remember that youth, Liang Wei, that sprinted after the enemy for ten thousand li!

Ten years had passed, the youth had become middle-aged.

And it was time for the horn to be sounded.

Liang Wei balled his fists!

The news that the a new Nether King was ascending to the throne shook the world.

Ever since the Nether King united the Nether Realm ten years ago, the Nether Realm immediately became one of the most important factions in the world. However, this Nether King had always been low-key and never communicated with the outside world. However, no one doubted the power of the Nether King. Up until now, the Nether Realm was the only place that had not been touched by large scale war.

Compared to the chaotic Hundred Savage Realm the reason Nether Realm was strong was because of the appearance of the Nether King.

The Nether Realm that was thought of the most stable suddenly had the news that a new king was ascending to the throne. How could it not be a shock?

The Nether King had just united the Nether Realm ten years ago. Why was the Nether King abdicating?

Was the Nether King's life at end?

People knew very little about this new king. They just knew that he would be taking the throne in a month at Nether King Palace. The new Nether King was the appointed successor by the old Nether King. Theoretically, there was nothing to argue about his ascension.

However, the upcoming ascension of the new Nether King was filled with uncertainties. Would the other factions submit? The authority of the first Nether King was obtained through war. But the new Nether King lacked this authority. Of the four Nether Lords, only An Mo and You Zhe openly supported the new king. Other than this, the Yin Tomb Ghost Lord also supported the new king but they were fighting fiercely against Eastern Nether Mansion. The silence of Eastern Nether Mansion and Northern Plains Ice Mansion also caused people to have a negative outlook on the new Nether King.

Two of the four nether lords were silent. It was even harder to predict the reactions of other factions of the Nether Realm.

Would the coronation of the new Nether King become the catalyst for the division of Nether Realm? No one knew. The coronation ceremony at Nether King Palace would give the final answer.

Due to this, the coronation ceremony at Nether King Palace attracted the attention of the world.

The rumor was that there were more than ten thousand leaders that were going to attend the coronation of the new king. Adding on the guards that accompanied them, the attendance at this ceremony would surpass three million people.

This was the largest ceremony of Nether Realm in history.

The Nether Realm was one of the largest factions in the world at the moment. Its development would greatly impact the affairs of the world.

All of this, when chased back to the source, gathered on one person.

The new Nether King!

Translator Ramblings: Old people reappear again! Poor Liang Wei and Fei Lei. It's amazing they managed to stay loyal for ten years.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Nine – Meetup

The troops flew above barren ground. This place was unpopulated and very close to the border between Nether Realm and Hundred Savage Realm.

Suddenly, Zuo Mo said, "Let's stop here."

An Mo unhesitatingly ordered the troops to stop. This army was not large, about a thousand people, but they were the strongest of Western Jail Mansion's people.

Zuo Mo had been secretly observing the troops all this time. In his eyes, An Mo was very skilled. The troops were also elite. While their shen equipment was not the best, they had their unique fighting method.

An Mo was a classic style battle general that did not like fighting for power and was methodical in carrying out his methods. His men followed his style, decisive and quick in carrying out their orders.

"How is the fighting between Eastern Nether Mansion and Yin Tomb Guards?" Zuo Mo asked. Since he had taken on this business, Zuo Mo would not leave it.

"Eastern Nether Mansion has lost, Jia Man has killed himself!" An Mo said cleanly. He lamented inside, he knew that the old Nether King had plans prepared. Otherwise, how could Eastern Nether Mansion lose so quickly, with so many of their forces remaining, and without apparent cause? The Yin Tomb Guards were much weaker than Eastern Nether Mansion, and Eastern Nether Mansion also possessed stronger battle generals than the Yin Tomb Guards. While the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts matched the elite fighters of the four mansions, that was just in individual power. In terms of directing in battle, they were much weaker.

The eastern and western mansion were the two mansions that had the largest number of quality battle generals in Nether Realm.

Zuo Mo made a sound. He knew that Shi would definitely have prepared a killing move that would reverse the situation after planning something like this. He refocused and started to think. Since Shi had given the Nether Realm to him, he would not fail Shi.

He had An Mo gather all the popular topics of discussion about the new Nether King. After he finished reading them, he found that the great majority of people had a cautious attitude about his succession. Primarily because Shi's authority was still here, there were not many that dared to publicly rebel. In private, they did not have a good outlook on him.

Zuo Mo knew that this was because they doubted his strength. Zuo Mo was familiar with mo. They revered the strong so the past kings had been the absolute strongest. Shi had been the same.

Showing muscle?

A faint smile rose on the corner of Zuo Mo's lips.

An Mo was also observing the new king at the same time.

The new king was not of many words, experienced in action, and he could not measure the other's power. This astounded him. An Mo was one of the four Nether Lords. Few knew that he was actually the strongest among the Nether Lords because he was the only one that received the Nether King's guidance.

He was low-key in conduct and he did not like fighting. Even the other three nether lords did not know his true strength.

But even as strong as he was, he couldn't see the new king's strength!

While shocked, it also increased his confidence.

Seeing the king deep in thought, he did not make a sound as he sent out a patrol. They were just a thousand people. He knew the potential threat and many factions that would risk it.

There was no harm in being careful. An Mo ordered the scouts to increase their range.

Suddenly, his expression tense and he shouted, "Prepare to fight!"

The ranks around him immediately entered combat formation.

An Mo's gaze looked towards the northwest. The scout from that direction had sent back an urgent report. There was a battalion that was coming in at astounding speed!

Soon, the scouts appeared in his field of view. The scout made a hand motion to indicate to prepare for battle before he entered the rear ranks.

A group of black dots appeared in the distant horizon.

The little dots came quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, the incomers reached them!

An Mo's gaze turned grave. Elite!

His eyes were keener than everyone else and he saw more clearly. This battalion looked loose in their ranks, but in reality, all of the people maintained an appropriate distance from each other. It was clear that this was a battalion that had been formed for a long time, and the members worked well together. Each member seemed to move positions of their own will, but their comrades would unconsciously move up to take the empty positions. This kind of instinctive movement would pass quickly through the ranks.

This battalion looked like a quicksilver flow!

The flow spilled out!

The battalion at the front had a hard expression. From far away, An mo could feel a strong and vicious presence.

An Mo suddenly felt the pressure increase. His expression turned even more serious.

If he was not seeing it with his own eyes, he would not believe that a mo battle general could create such a refined and variable battalion! The xiuzhe had organized ranks and cared greatly about battle formations. Only yao battalions would have such refined and variable ranks. The mo did not care about the shape of the ranks at all. They only had to gather the power of the men to the battle general. Due to this, mo battalions had the loosest ranks among the races.

But this battalion completely upturned An Mo's knowledge. When did the Nether Realm have such a strange battalion?

The other did not decrease their speed as they charged over.

The closer they came, the stronger the impact of the other's rolling ranks made. The members of the battalion that had slightly weaker mentality subconsciously prepared to attack.

An Mo's expression turned cold. All of his stray thoughts were thrown away. If the incomers came into their attack range, he would unhesitatingly attack!

No one would be able to rampage in front of him!

At this time, this strange battalion seemed to go against his expectations and suddenly stop against the momentum.

That strange feeling was so uncomfortable one wanted to spit blood.

An Mo forced his hand. He had almost started an attack. His heart suddenly jumped. Such a powerful battle general! The other had clearly already estimated his attack range and just stopped at the perimeter of his attack range.

It was An Mo's first time encountering such a powerful battle general. While the two had not fought yet, he was still amazed.

The wind was murderous, and the groups were silent.

The commander at the front suddenly dismounted his steed. Woosh, the entire battalion dismounted, their movements in unison. The ranks divided, and a yao walked out to reach the side of the general.

The two stood shoulder to should and looked in the direction of An Mo's battalion.

What was ... ...

A thought flashed through An Mo's head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw King step out of the ranks to stand in front of the group.

The two were excited when they saw Zuo Mo but they both bowed first.

"Liang Wei!" Liang Wei took a deep breath. His voice was solemn.

"Fei Lei!" Fei Lei forced down his excitement as he said loudly.

"We have led the King's Horn to come guard our King!" the two gravely shouted in unison.

The dignified and serious sounds that were like sworn oaths echoed in the vast wilderness.

"All Hail The King!"

The shouts of thousands of people were like thunder that caused the wilderness to tremble. Each person was trembling with excitement. Excitement, ecstasy, and exhilaration flashed through their eyes. Ten years, they could finally proclaim this phrase.

Many people had tears streaming down their faces.

They recalled how Fei Lei had found them in remote and obscure places, and told them of the past glories of their ancestors; recalled how they had travelled to their camp in their beggar-like clothing, but took on the name the King's Horn which made them look like a joke; recalled how many layers of skin they shed in order to satisfy Liang Wei strict training; recalled the hope that had grown fainter and fainter over the past ten years as they raided to survive; maintained that they were a battalion despite their actions , and declared they were a battalion with a purpose.

They had never seen Zuo Mo before, they didn't even know what Zuo Mo looked like.

But every one of them, starting from the first day, was told that they would fight for this person!

To fight for the king, to obtain the past glories.

That was their belief.

That illusory figure that had appeared countless times in their minds finally became clear. All of their belief suddenly became tangible.

They were not idiots, they were not bandits.

They were the King's Horn, they were a battalion with belief!

They would possess the glory promised to them!

Zuo Mo looked at this battalion with excitement.

All he knew about Pu Yao and Wei's plans were the names Liang Wei and Fei Lei. Originally, he hadn't had any hopes for this battalion. Zuo Mo knew just how difficult it would be to wait for ten years without a message.

When he had encountered Liang Wei at Pu Pu's Home For Battle Generals, his shock and emotions could be imagined.

Looking at these faces, he controlled his doubts and solemnly gave his promise, "You and I together, never abandoned or separated!"

What answered him was a tsunami of shouting, "All Hail The King!"

An Mo's battalion gaped with wide eyes at this scene.

Suddenly, An Mo realized something that even he had missed before. King was not as powerless as the outside said! Because he wasn't just the Nether King, he was also the king of Mo Cloud Sea!

King had his own faction that could match the Nether Realm.

An Mo suddenly understood why the old Nether King was not worried about the new king and had been so confident.

If Zuo Mo had led Mo Cloud Sea to take over the Nether Realm, he would naturally encounter resistance from all the factions of Nether Realm. However, if he took over the Nether Realm as its appointed successor, no one could fight against him!

He was too strong! Even stronger than the Nether King back then!

Those objecting to his reign were just insects. He suddenly thought with slight maliciousness how those people would react when they learned that King was also the King of Mo Cloud Sea.

He really wanted to see it.

With the King's Horn accompanying them, An Mo's confidence immediately increased. An Mo didn't believe that there was anyone in the Nether Realm that could face him, Liang Wei and Fei Lei at the same time. However, he was slightly puzzled because he had never heard the names Liang Wei and Fei Lei before. He had only heard of Gongsun Cha's Vermillion Bird Camp and Bie Han's Sin Battalion.

Was Mo Cloud Sea so strong?

Were two people and any battalion of Mo Cloud Sea, even those that he had never heard of, this strong?

Even An Mo, as strong as he was, felt slightly shaken.

Zuo Mo did not know what An Mo thoughts were. He, Liang Wei and Fei Lei talked for a long time as he learned how difficult their years had been. With the guards they had, Zuo Mo didn't have to worry about safety at all.

He decided to resolve another problem that he had thought about for ten years on the road during this time.

–Rescue Pu Yao and Wei!

Translator Ramblings: So if Zuo Mo starts out in his twenties, reaches mid-twenties by the seven year timeskip, he's in his early thirties by the end of that timeskip. Then we have this 10 year timeskip so he's around his forties now?

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty – Pu and Wei

Zuo Mo's mind delved inward.

The black gravestone floated alone in the sky above the sun tree. Looking at the black tombstone, Zuo Mo felt a wave of excitement. He had waited for this day for ten years.

The devious and proud Pu Yao and that chatty but black in hearted Wei, had accompanied him on his path of growth. They did their best to give him their aid, even though Pu Yao liked to laugh and mock him at every step.

Ten years!

In order to earn that single chance for his survival, the two had paid the price of being tortured and imprisoned for ten years.

I'm coming!

Zuo Mo softly said to himself in his mind. His hand reached towards the gravestone.

The gravestone suddenly gave off a strong repelling force. Thick black smoke flooded out and spread rapidly into the surroundings blocking his touch. Zuo Mo's expression did not change. The sun tree having already recovered its vitality began released faint golden light.

The golden ray of light looked thin but was unusually powerful. The black smoke dissipated at its touch.

The dark gold bead had disappeared as it had been completely absorbed by Zuo Mo. The sun tree inside his body hadn't just recovered its vitality, after absorbing the essence blood of the ancient sun tribe warrior, it had formed three suns.

These three suns constantly released shen power. The new shen power was much purer than in the past.

This was true god-level shen power!

In the ten years, Zuo Mo had constantly tried to breakthrough the smoke, but each time, he couldn't do anything to the eerie black smoke. The black smoke was the manifestation of the oath and sacrifice power. It was hard to deal with. Zuo Mo tried to use the sun shen fire to refine it, but it was ineffective.

Right now, Zuo Mo could easily suppress the black smoke with just shen power.

The black smoke continued to erupt and then dissipate.

The entire process continued for a day and night.

The gravestone finally did not give off any more black smoke. The black color of the gravestone seemed to have faded slightly.

Zuo Mo's hand finally came into contact with the gravestone.

A cold feeling came from his fingertip. Suddenly, Zuo Mo felt an extremely great power pulling him into the gravestone. Zuo Mo did not resist it. He felt his vision blur and then the surrounding world changed.

A grey wilderness that was endless.

There were sacrificial altars set up all over the wilderness. There was a pillar at the center of each altar, and there was a face carved onto every pillar. Some had wide gaping mouths, some were dignified and grave, some were malicious and cold ... ...

Each of the faces were carved in detail and was shrouded in an indescribable power. What was even scarier was that these faces were alive. Their eyes moved as Zuo Mo moved, and their expression occasionally changed.

Zuo Mo's expression was ugly. There was a soul imprisoned in each altar.

Looking over, the altars stretched endlessly.

How many souls was this eerie gravestone imprisoning!

Zuo Mo speed up. He searched around for the vibrations of Pu Yao and Wei. Yet after flying five days and nights, Zuo Mo did not find the vibrations belonging to Pu Yao and Wei.

The sacrificial altars in front of him still stretched out endlessly.

Zuo Mo did not stop. He continued to fly. Only after three more days did he stop.

There were two sacrificial altars together in front of him. There were two faces on two pillars. Zuo Mo immediately recognized that they were Pu Yao and Wei.

"Long time no see."

Zuo Mo murmured to himself, his eyes slightly red.

The two faces were changing dramatically. They seemed to be experiencing great pain.

Zuo Mo inhaled deeply and did not hesitate. He walked to one of the pillars and put his hand on it.

When his hand touched the pillar, he heard a tsunami of screaming. The screams continued telling of the great pain, hopelessness, and terror. If someone was not as mentally strong as he was, they would be seeing illusions at this time.

Zuo Mo did not seem to hear it. His gaze was determined. A thread of sun shen fire flowed along his finger and wrapped around the sacrificial pillar.

The sacrificial pillar immediately started to burn.

The surface of the pillar quickly melted like a layer of snow, then the second layer, the third layer ... ...

One layer after another like skinning an onion.

Zuo Mo's shen power was being used up but the sunlight of the three suns on his sun tree did not change. They seemed to release an endless amount of pure shen power.

Zuo Mo was extremely focused. He did not know the flow of time.

Pew!

The eighty first layer!

The pillar suddenly shattered into dust and disappeared into the air.

A black figure shot into the sky.

"Hahahaha! I, Pu Yao, has returned!"

He was still as flamboyant as before, still as unrestrained, still as proud.

The black fire twisted in the air and Pu Yao appeared next to Zuo Mo. He said with a disdainful expression, "You are so slow! I had thought that you would come after five or six years! As expected, I overestimated you!"

The same disdainful and mocking tone from ten years ago. Zuo Mo almost cried.

Pu Yao walked to the pillar restraining Wei and greeted him with a smile. "Wei, I'm out, it is so good outside! So enjoyable! The air is good, the weather is good, and I'm free, tsk tsk, hahahaha ... ..."

The face on the pillar in front of him violently contorted. It was clear that Wei was being greatly provoked by Pu Yao.

Zuo Mo gaped at Pu Yao. The warm emotions that had just risen were completely destroyed by Pu Yao's heartless actions.

Just how bad was this person!

Zuo Mo shook his head and hurriedly ran to the next sacrificial pillar. Wei was most likely enraged by Pu Yao at this time.

Familiar with the process, Zuo Mo was at ease and used even less time than the time before.

Soon, the pillar completely disappeared. A figure charged out. Upon coming out, the figure immediately headed for Pu, the shout causing Zuo Mo's ears to hurt. "I'll kill you!"

Zuo Mo saw the situation. If he let these two continue, he didn't know when they would finish. His figure flashed and he appeared behind Pu Yao. Pia, he grabbed Pu Yao's collar. Then he flashed and appeared behind Wei to grab his collar.

"Boy, release me! You dare to treat a great sky yao so ... ..." Pu Yao was enraged.

"A fallen sky yao is not worth as much as a dog!" Wei smirked coldly and then his tone changed as he gritted out, "A Zuo, let me go! I will cut this sky yao into pieces!"

"Che, I will let you have the first move. Hm, the anger of a sky yao will cause the ocean to turn to blood ... ..."

"My ass ... ..."

The two glared angrily at each other as spittle flew.

Zuo Mo sweated as he listened. Fortunately, ge's stronger than the two of you right now. When the two of them were arguing like this in the past, he could only stay far to avoid being caught in the middle. Now he could drag one by each hand.

In this moment, Zuo Mo was extremely satisfied.

Holding Pu Yao and Wei he charged out of the gravestone, Zuo Mo threw the two into the Mist Eye Tablet and then quickly flew away. Not long after, the Ghost Mist Child ran out with shock on his face. The two were fighting intensely in there.

Zuo Mo had an uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth.

The five shen wood coffins were put into the death energy ponds full of death water. The pure death water continued to permeate the shen wood coffins and turned into base shen power to enter the bodies of the five.

Shi took out the ghost fire.

The ghost fire floated in front of him. The female of the ghost fire appeared and knelt on the ground. She bowed. This person gave her unparalleled pressure. She felt shock and reverence from the bottom of her heart.

"You are living by relying on the ghost fire, and your last wishes have not been fulfilled. Speak, what are your last wishes?" Shi said coolly.

The ghost fire female's figure shook. She didn't dare to raise her head but her face was covered in tears. She choked out, "This servant only wants to know how my son and grandson are doing?"

Shi nodded. His finger curled and a dot flew out of the ghost fire female's body. Shi murmured softly, his finger drawing in the air in front of him. This light suddenly exploded, and turned into a ball of light. A scene appeared in the light, and the male in the picture had a face similar to that of the ghost fire female.

The ghost fire female was excited. She looked closely at the male in the picture as tears flowed down her face.

The male in the picture looked to be in his forties. He also had a child and they were slowly walking along a street.

The picture was maintained for fifteen minutes before disappearing with a pop.

The ghost fire female wiped her tears. Her face was bright. She knowtowerd again to Shi. "This servant has her wish fulfilled. If Elder wants me to do something, I will not retreat!"

Shi nodded. "It is good you understand. I will gift you a favor. If you are willing, your son, grandson, and family line will not end."

The ghost fire female said honestly, "Elder, please speak."

Shi pointed at one of the coffins. "The female lying in that coffin is the beloved of the new nether king. She is under the influence of the Undying Shen Punishment. It will be difficult to wake her. I want to use your soul to take the place of her soul, so that you will take the punishment on her behalf. This way, she would break free of the punishment, be of one mind with you, and can also control the Undying Shen Punishment. The shen punishment is like a prison, the days will not be easy. However, your contribution will benefit your descendants. Knowing this, I will ask you one more time, are you willing?"

The ghost fire female said without hesitating, "This servant is willing to take the Undying Shen Punishment for Mistress!"

A hint of admiration flashed through Shi's eyes. "Good!"

Then he did not waste words. He waved his hand and A Gui's shen wood coffin was opened. Shi pointed into the air, and the ghost fire entered the purple chain mark on A Gui's forehead.

A Gui's body shook.

The purple chains that wrapped around her body abruptly burrowed into her body and disappeared.

The scars on A Gui's face disappeared at a visible rate. Her ashen face recovered colour and blood. A powerful presence suddenly surged. The base shen power produced by the shen wood coffin streamed into A Gui's body.

A Gui's presence became even more astounding.

Shi waved his hand and closed the coffin again. A thread of tiredness flashed through his eyes.

But he did not stop. He picked up the dragon heart and floated in front of Wei Sheng's coffin. The dragon heart beat strongly in his hand.

Looking at Wei Sheng who was in deep sleep, Shi murmured to himself, "The dragon heart combined with the God-Killing Blood Sword, something that is worthy of anticipation! Pity that I will not live to see it!"

As he spoke, he shook his head softly with regret on his face.

His fingertip curled towards the right of Wei Sheng's chest. A large wound was drawn out on the right side of the chest. Shi lightly put the dragon heart inside, and his hand brushed across the wound. The wound disappeared.

Wei Sheng's face suddenly became red as though it was dripping blood.

A few drops of light flew out of Shi's fingertip and entered Wei Sheng's body. Wei Sheng's body shook and then became motionless.

Shi closed the coffin again.

Translator Ramblings: Fifty percent of Zuo Mo's problems have been solved.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty One – The Terrible State of Affairs

Pu Pu's Home for Battle Generals was desolate. This place had long been forgotten by others. In the past, there would be many low-level battle generals that would come to learn and discuss but following Pu Pu's disappearance, the popularity of the place faded.

No one came any longer.

Liang Wei was excited. Earlier today, Zuo Mo told him that Pu Pu was going to meet him. When he heard this, his strong heart couldn't help but suddenly jump.

Unlike Fei Lei, while Liang Wei obeyed Zuo Mo's orders, Zuo Mo was not where his loyalty lied. In his heart, two people held special spots. One was the commander of Ice Frost Military Corps, his former commander that had favored him, taught him, and promoted him.

The other person was the mysterious Pu Pu.

He had met Pu Pu at his most dispirited moment. He had been relieved of his duties and was idle at home. At that time, wherever he went, he could hear mockery and disdain. Only days before he had been his most glorious. Charging across ten thousand li to accomplish a great victory and help reclaim the honor for the yao.

To trip and fall from the most glorious and blinding place, so completely...

If he hadn't had a strong personality, the suddenly change would have completely destroyed him. But even so, he had been demoviated, and at that time, he had found Pu Pu's Home for Battle Generals, and he encountered Pu Pu.

An astoundingly powerful battle general!

He still remembered his shock and amazement. He could not understand why such a powerful battle general would appear in such a little corner of the Ten Finger Prison.

But after that, he started to learn how to fight from Pu Pu.

He started to find his own shortcomings. He greatly anticipated each fight with Pu Pu even though he would lose terribly each time.

From the terrible defeats, he quickly grew. He started to become steady, he started to break free from relying on his instincts to fight. He started to learn how to control large military campaigns, he started to learn strategy.

He became stronger and stronger. He could clearly feel it.

When Pu Pu gave him a chance to go back to the battlefield, to lead his own battalion, he still remembered the feeling of his blood suddenly burning up.

For Fei Lei, the reason he waited 10 years was because of his mission and sense of responsibility.

For Liang Wei, his reasons were because he thought of Pu Pu as a teacher. Even though Pu Pu had never admitted Liang Wei as his student, and he had never called Pu Pu Teacher.

When that familiar figure appeared in his view, Liang Wei's heart suddenly jumped.

Pu Yao detected Liang Wei's arrival. He turned around and showed a small smile. "Not bad, I did not pick the wrong person in the past." Then he examined Liang Wei up and down. "It looks as though you are much more steady than before. The hardships of these years were not for nothing."

Liang Wei's mind was completely blank. His wolf-like gaze disappeared. He was like a clueless child.

Pu Yao saw Liang Wei's excitement and said in a gentle voice with a smile, "Tell me about your recent situation."

His gaze held pickiness, comfort, smugness. Liang Wei was another of his accomplished students. He could see that Liang Wei's presence had changed compared to in the past. Long ago, he had a high opinion of Liang Wei. In his eyes, as long as the excessive viciousness and impulsiveness was suppressed by his intelligence, the perceptive and eager young battle general would shine with astounding light.

Pu Yao was very satisfied with Liang Wei. He had thought that an outstanding student like Gongsun Cha was once in a lifetime. He hadn't expected to encounter another one. What made him even more proud was that the two had completely different styles, but they were both strong and had outstanding qualities.

Pu Yao was very comforted

–He had to show off to Wei later!

When he spoke about the experiences of the past years, Liang Wei quickly calmed down. In a low voice, he described what he had experienced.

Pu Yao became silent and the smile on his face disappeared. He hadn't thought that the days would have been so difficult. Pu Yao said emotionally, "This was really difficult for you!"

Pu Yao's words came from his heart. He knew that it was a simple matter to rely on this group of people and not starve to death. However, it was an extremely difficult matter to maintain the regulation and discipline of a proper battalion.

Liang Wei's heart warmed but he only smiled. "It actually was alright, Fei Lei did much more."

Pu Yao looked at his accomplished student. After some thought, he said seriously, "You have to be careful, the journey will most likely not be peaceful!"

The smile on Liang Wei's face disappeared. His expression turned serious. "Will people be against us?"

Suddenly, Sand Puppet rose from the ground and appeared in front of Shi.

"The Hai Xin Bing contingency plan failed. Worse is that Jia Man's strongest commander, Richard, has sided with Hai Xin Bing. Almost all of Jia Man's faction has sided with Hai Xin Bing," Sand Puppet said.

"Oh, that's normal. At this time, other than Hai Xin Bing, no one would dare to accept them." Shi did not seem to care.

Sand Puppet looked at Shi's expression and was slightly puzzled. "You are not worried?"

"Worried about what?" Shi smiled. "Do not underestimate Zuo Mo."

"I am not underestimating him," Sand Puppet shook his head. "No one qualifies to underestimate him. He was able to lead us out of the Sealed Extinction battlefield and then enter god-level in such a short amount of time. However, he is not familiar with this area. Hai Xin Bing's factions is powerful. If he cannot defeat Hai Xin Bing quickly, the Nether Realm may descend into chaos, and your wish will not be completed."

"No." Shi shook his head.

"No? You are so sure?" Sand Puppet was shocked.

For some reason, Shi suddenly shook his head and laughed before he raised his head and said, "The strangest thing about this person is that as you fight against him, as you throw out your trump cards, and watch as he throws out his trump cards. Only to find that his hidden cards are better than yours. Even scarier is that the cards he holds are getting better and better."

"It seems scary to hear," Sand Puppet rumbled.

"Yes! So scary! Even I feel as though I cannot withstand this." Shi roared with laughter. "His enemies must be in great pain."

"Alright. When will the five of them wake up?" Sand Puppet asked.

"Maybe they will catch his coronation." Shi felt some regret. "Pity that we cannot go to the scene."

Zuo Mo was in a very good mood. He was very happy about rescuing Pu Yao and Wei. Even listening to the two argue and fight made the journey much more interesting.

From Shi, he learned that Eldest Shixiong, A Gui, and the others were also quickly recovering. His mood became much lighter.

His shen power was recovered, he had established contact with Mo Cloud Sea, he had rescued Pu Yao and Wei, and Eldest Shixiong and the others would wake up any day, Zuo Mo felt that he had almost resolved all the problems that had haunted him in the last ten years.

If he could not be in a good mood now, what could make him have a good mood?

He didn't have any worries about the journey to the Nether King Palace. In his view, he was just going through the motions. Shi's authority was still there, and he had plans set up. Zuo Mo only had to daringly accept Nether Realm.

Suddenly, the troops stopped.

Soon after, An Mo flew over with an ugly expression. "King, someone is blocking the road, they do not have good intentions!"

An Mo was experienced in battle and very familiar with the Nether Realm. Someone was daring to openly block the road. This was a terrible sign.

It meant that the factions that opposed the new king didn't feel any fear.

An Mo who had grown up in the Nether Realm understood the mo of the Nether Realm. In Nether Realm, people only recognized power! In the past, many people were wary of the old Nether King and didn't dare to step out. If someone came out in public, it meant everyone would feel less cautious. The voices that opposed the new king would increase, and the situation would worsen.

This was extremely detrimental to the new king.

While An Mo knew that Zuo Mo was the king of Mo Cloud Sea, but far waters could not slake immediate thirst. In the Nether Realm, the only faction truly loyal to the new Nether King was An Mo's Western Jail Mansion!

To fight against all of Nether Realm with only one mansion's forces, there would only be one result–death.

But even so, anger rose from his heart. Someone dared to block King's troops!

Around this time, Zuo Mo had received Shi's message. He raised his head and his eyes flashed coldly. For some reason, when An Mo's gaze met Zuo Mo's icy gaze, his heart tightened and he felt a pressure.

"Oh, Shi sent a message, the Hai Xin Bing contingency plan has failed, we need to take care of Hai Xin Bing on our own." Zuo Mo's coldness faceded and an easy smile came back on his face.

"Hai Xin Bing contingency plan failed!" An Mo exclaimed. While he did not know what the old Nether King's contingency plan was, but it was not difficult to guess that the plan was the old Nether King's killing move.

The killing move had failed. This meant that they had to face Northern Plains Ice Mansion.

The pressure on An Mo suddenly increased!

"Also, Jia Man's leaderless subordinates, following that Richar-tch or something, almost all of them sided with Hai Xin Bing," Zuo Mo said with interest.

An Mo could not control it any longer. His expression changed dramatically. "It is terrible!"

The situation was so worse it could not get any worse!

An Mo finally knew why someone dared to step out and block the new king's troops!

Originally, people didn't have enough confidence in the new king, and now their outlook on the new king was even worse. Richard was Jia Man's strongest commander. While he was weaker than An Mo individually, he was a match for An Mo in terms of skill at commanding battle. Other than Richard, the other people were also exceptional.

Northern Plains Ice Mansion was wealthy and possessed outstanding shen equipment before but lacked numbers. Now that they accepted Jia Man's Eastern Nether Mansion, their power suddenly expanded and they were now the strongest faction in Nether Realm! Northern Plains Ice Mansion's shortcoming of not having offensive power was quickly amended. Also, Northern Plains Ice Mansion had outstanding battle generals like Zhu Nan Yue.

Even worse was that Hai Xin Bing had an outstanding reputation for her abilities and fame in Nether Realm.

An Mo guessed that once Hai Xin Bing released the news, large scale changing of sides would occur.

Their situation was now extremely dangerous!

Damn it!

Translator Ramblings: Oops, I lied, still a bunch of problems left.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Two – Taking The Lead!

An Mo spoke of his worries. The entire camp was silent. Liang Wei frowned. He did not fear strong enemies. In the battles of these past years, they had beat enemies that were better equipped or outnumbered them multiple times. However, the present situation was too terrible. It was not how powerful Hai Xin Bing was, but all of Nether Realm held serious doubts in the succession of the new king. In other words, Zuo Mo did not have enough of a reputation in the Nether Realm.

"If Daren publicizes your identity, maybe ... ..." An Mo couldn't help but say.

Liang Wei shook his head. "Not suitable! That way, the enmity may become even stronger. In their eyes, the king is an outsider. More people will oppose an outsider taking the throne!"

Many people couldn't help but agree. If it was not for the Nether King's personal appointment, even they were not willing to have an outsider be their king.

Everyone had heavy hearts. When they found that all of the people in Nether Realm opposed them, they found how minuscule their power was.

Hai Xin Bing was truly skilled!

Everyone's gazes gathered on Zuo Mo. They had no plans left.

Yet what surprised them was that Zuo Mo did not show any panic, and actually had a bemused expression. However, something seemed to be burning in that pair of eyes.

Everyone stilled, King was ... ...

Before they could understand, they heard Zuo Mo speak, "From where we are, which is the shortest path to Nether King Palace?"

An Mo pointed at a route that had been labelled in red on the jie map. "This one! This was our original plan, but now, the enemy most likely would have set up many obstacles on this path to stop us from reaching Nether King Palace. I suggest that we choose a more hidden ... ..."

Zuo Mo interrupted An Mo's words and said decisively, "We will go on this path!"

An Mo panicked. "King! The enemy will have sent large numbers of battalions on this path, even if we can break through, the time spent ... ...we would miss the coronation"

An Mo's commanders spoke in agreement to try to stop Zuo Mo. They were more familiar with Nether Realm. They knew that this path would be one that the enemy would heavily defend! Everyone even knew that An Mo saying the path would take time was just to save King's face. In their view, with the manpower they had now, they could not break through the other's defense lines!

Liang Wei did not speak, but his expression was also one of disagreement. The rebels would set up great obstacles on the shortest route to stop them from reaching Nether King Palace.

However, Liang Wei had settled down after the hardships of the past years. While he was slightly puzzled, he also knew that Zuo Mo was not a rash person. Also, behind Zuo Mo was a powerful genius like Pu Pu. How could he make such a common mistake?

Liang Wei did not find Pu Pu around Zuo Mo. He guessed that Pu Pu was a hidden advisor that helped Zuo Mo through the Ten Finger Prison.

Had Mo Cloud Sea's battalions already arrived?

Liang Wei shook his head. It would appear that the arrival of Vermillion Bird Camp or Sin Battalion would greatly increase their manpower, but in Liang Wei's view, this was not a good move.

Mo Cloud Sea's battalions were from the outside, but this battle was one internal to the Nether Realm. If Zuo Mo's identity as the king of Mo Cloud Sea was exposed, Zuo Mo would be considered an outsider in the eyes of most people. Hai Xin Bing only needed to make some waves, and the great majority of the people would side with Hai Xin Bing.

No one liked to be ruled by an outsider, even if Zuo Mo was appointed the successor by the old Nether King. All the factions of Nether Realm would rebel.

While Zuo Mo at present was weak in the eyes of other people, no one doubted his legitimacy as the new nether king. They just had insufficient confidence in him.

Zuo Mo looked around. His gaze flashed with strong confidence. They were no weighty presence but people could feel the great power.

Under this kind of gaze, everyone quieted.

Zuo Mo smiled slightly and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question, "How did Shi unite the Nether Realm?"

An Mo stilled and then had a reminiscing expression. "In the past, King lead us across the Nether Realm and we conquered jie by jie. King was too powerful. No one was able to stop us. Everywhere we passed, all the factions submitted!"

Many of the people present had participated in the war to unite the Nether Realm back then. In that war that was not very long, Shi had been unrivalled. When they thought back to it now, they couldn't help but tremble from the bottom of their hearts!

In their minds, that was a grand and glorious campaign.

But soon, their thoughts came back. They felt slightly dispirited. Compared to the glory of the past, they were in decline now!

Zuo Mo detected the changes in expression. He smiled but then he quickly put away his smile. The light in his eyes grew stronger as he said seriously, "If that's the case, then just like Shi in the past, we will fight jie by jie on our path to Nether King Palace."

All of the noise disappeared. The entire camp was so quiet the drop of a pin could be heard.

Everyone gaped as they looked dazedly at Zuo Mo. They couldn't speak.

Zuo Mo's voice clearly passed into the ears of everyone in the camp. His voice was not fast, not excited, not deep, but seemed to carry a power that could reach into their hearts.

"If only by conquering them will I be able to step onto the throne, if only by defeating them will they shut their mouths, if only battle can bring peace, if only power can make Nether Realm submit. So be it."

Zuo Mo sat straight, his eyes becoming burning bright, but his tone still calm and flat, filled with great confidence. For some reason, the blood in everyone's bodies started to heat up, and their breathing started to become heavy.

As Zuo Mo's expression became authoritative, his tone slowly became cold.

"The honor and glory of the King will not be challenged! Since only by washing the throne in their blood will they understand, then we will conquer them, crush them, destroy them! Use battle and death to command them, submit or die!"

The eyes of all of the mo battle generals, including An Mo, turned red, their breathing deepened as their eyes widened!

Among the mo, the king was unparalleled!

Zuo Mo stood up. The lines of his face were so cold they seemed to be carved from the stone. He looked around expressionlessly.

Woosh, everyone stood up. They threw out their chests. They hadn't expected that King would be so strong and domineering, their fighting spirits were roaring!

"I will lead you, fight jie by jie, to Nether King Palace!"

"Yes!" All of the mo commanders responded. They were excited and wanted to move immediately.

"Liang Wei! Fei Lei!" Zuo Mo said gravely.

"Present!" Liang Wei and Fei Lei responded.

Zuo Mo looked directly at Liang Wei and ordered, "You will lead the King's Horn to protect the flanks."

"Yes!" The two unhesitatingly responded. Zuo Mo's cold and icy gaze was filled with indescribable pressure. Their hearts uncontrollably tensed.

Everyone knew, the king was angry!

The astounding pressure that Zuo Mo released caused every person's heart to instinctively tremble. For some reason, they also felt an unusual excitement and ecstasy.

The previous Zuo Mo had a good temper and treated people well. Everyone liked him, but in their view, he was not qualified to be the nether king because he lacked the domineering presence of a king!

The mo liked combat. They forever revered those strong. Logic was nothing, and not as enjoyable as fists!

The entire battalion quickly gathered. An Mo's battalion contained almost all the experts of Western Jail Mansion. While they were not many in number, they were powerful.

When they heard that King was about to lead them personally to fight to Nether King Palace, the entire battalion boiled over! They had heard enough of the rumors in the past few days. They did not fear battle.

It should be like this!

Everyone had the same thoughts.

When they saw Zuo Mo appear at the front of the ranks, the cheers shook the sky. The entire battalion was energized, and everyone was extremely exhilarated.

From now, King would lead them to fight to Nether King Palace!

There seemed to be a ball of fire burning in Zuo Mo's chest. He was truly angry. Shi did not have much time. If they were constantly delayed like this, he would not be able to ascend to the throne of the Nether King before Shi's death.

Zuo Mo decided to use the simplest and crudest method to solve the problem.

Since Shi had united the Nether Realm like this back then, then he would do it as well!

At present, he had the ability.

He rode a Copper-Boned Nether Bird King. This Copper-Boned Nether Bird King was about the height of three people added together, the wingspan seven zhang, and enormous in stature. The bird did not have any feathers, and the copper bones were neatly arranged in rows. Its skin was thick, and it was strong, extremely fast, but it had a terrible temper. Usually, it was only willing to let An Mo ride it.

Yet when Zuo Mo rode the bird, it was unusually tame and obedient. The soldiers were extremely surprised.

When An Mo handed over the reins, he was about Zuo Mo's safety so he stood by Zuo Mo's side.

Zuo Mo picked out a gold crystal sword from his ring and waved it a few times. His movements looked unprofessional and made An Mo worry slightly.

Directing a battalion was not the same as fighting as an individual. He did not know what King's skill in this area was. King had never shown it before.

"Are you prepared?" Zuo Mo asked without turning his head back.

An Mo shook. "Prepared!"

He glanced at Zuo Mo and asked carefully, "King, should we ask about the other's origins?"

Zuo Mo glanced at An Mo and then moved his gaze away. "No need."

Meeting King's gaze, An Mo's heart suddenly jumped. The coldness in King's gaze was completely undisguised. Even he, a battle general that had been through hundreds of battles, felt completely cold all over.

Zuo Mo stared forward and said coldly, "Anyone that is in front of us is our enemy! Anyone that is our enemy shall surrender or die!"

An Mo suddenly felt a chill.

Sitting on the back of Copper-Boned Nether Bird King, Zuo Mo raised the gold crystal sword in his hand. The golden sword flashing with blinding light under the sun like the king's banner.

Everyone raised the mo weapons in their hands with enthusiasm.

The mo weapons were like a forest and the killing intent rose into the sky!

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo doesn't get the Nether Realm for free. It's to be expected. No one wants to be ruled by someone unknown.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Three – The First Battle

The enemy clearly hadn't thought that they would immediately start fighting without even exchanging a greeting. The mission they had received was to harass and delay the speed of Zuo Mo's troops.

When Zuo Mo appeared at the front of the battalion, it caused a wave of exclamations from the enemy. What did this person want to do? The camp immediately shifted.

Zuo Mo didn't even bat an eyelash. His upraised sword suddenly swung down!

"Kill!"

Zuo Mo charged out first against the enemy.

The generals shouted in unison, "Kill!"

The battalion that had been gathering their power charged out behind Zuo Mo like a overflowing dam!

The thunderous roars caused the enemy battalion to panic even more.

Zuo Mo's face was cold and emotionless. Once again, he raised the sword in his hand.

Everyone unconsciously raised the mo weapons in their hands. King was like a power whirlpool. Their shen power was gathering towards King at an astounding rate!

They felt an indescribable sensation. Usually, they were the ones that sent shen power. This time, they felt as though their shen power was being drawn away.

It was this unique attractive force that made them send out their shen power without even thinking.

These experts of Western Jail Mansion were experienced in battle and reacted quickly. Many of them quickly detected a problem and their expressions suddenly changed!

The shen power that each of them had sent out just now was two times the usual amount!

Not good!

They almost jumped in alarm.

The mo fighting method was different from the other two races. In a mo battalion, each member would send shen power towards the battle general, the shen power would gather at the battle general, and then the battle general would release it in an attack. Due to the condensation of power, a mo battalion's attack was extremely strong.

But the amount of shen power that each mo battalion member would sent out was strictly limited each time. This was the crucial aspect of a mo battalion's skill. Using a one-thousand member battalion as an example, if every person sent slightly less shen power, the amount of shen power that would gather on the battle general would dramatically decrease. But if everyone sent just a little more shen power, it would be a calamity for the battle general. Shen power that surpassed the tolerance of the battle general's body would cause the battle general to die.

This battalion had followed An Mo for a long time. An Mo's powerful body allowed him to withstand an astounding amount of shen power. The amount of shen power they usually sent was already greater than other battalions.

Yet just now, they had seemed to be possessed, and the shen power they sent was twice the usual amount!

Even An Mo Daren would not be able to withstand such a terrifying amount of shen power!

The minds of these experienced Western Jail Mansion experts blanked in terror. They seemed to see King being overwhelmed by the shen power and explode into countless pieces.

The following scene stunned them dumb.

The scene in their eyes would be deeply imprinted in their minds. They would never forget in their lives. When they talked about the past glories with their descendants, this scene would always cause them to lose focus, and their bodies to shake, and lips to tremble.

On the back of the Copper-Boned Nether bird King, a terrifying amount of shen power shrouded King. Because the shen power was so thick, King's figure even became blurry.

But that seemed to be an illusion. The blurry figure quickly became clear.

The shen power that was so concentrated it was almost tangible furiously flooded into the sword in his hand.

The upraised sword flashed with blinding golden light like a bright sun. They were not able to see the shape of the sword. King held the sun up high, his back straight as he looked down on the world.

Zuo Mo's face seemed so cold and hardened, as if it was made from granite. His eyes were so bright people could not look directly at them. The eyes were filled with dominance and invasiveness.

As the shen power flooded into the gold flow sword, the sword turned into liquid metal. It could not tolerate shen power. But Zuo Mo did not seem to feel it. His eyes looked unmovingly at the enemies in front of him.

His right hand didn't even change from how it had gripped the sword.

He could clearly see the terror and panic on the faces of the enemy. He could clearly see the openings in the battalion that had occurred due to chaos. He could see the enemy's timidity and lack of fighting spirit.

His mind was unaffected.

He was King!

No one could stop him!

"Kill!"

The deep roar exploded in people's minds like thunder, deep and with soul-shaking power.

The ball of light that was like a blinding sun in his hand moved down!

The ball of light that was a mix of shen power and liquid metal flew towards the enemy battalion.

The enemy battle general finally regained his clarity. His face was bloodless.

Motherf*er!

He swore in hopelessness. All of the information said that the new king was weak. He wanted to say to those people, open your eyes and see, this is weak?

But he knew that if he could not stop this attack, everyone would die here today!

He roared ferociously and charged towards the ball of light.

Just as he was about to collide with the ball of light, the light suddenly exploded.

No one could describe this attack!

The blinding ball of light suddenly exploded. Everyone suddenly felt their field of view turn completely white. When their vision recovered, a golden sea of light had completely consumed the enemy battalion. The liquid metal had turned into countless slender dark red lines that swept through in the golden sea of light piercing enemy ranks.

Everyone was astounded by the scene in front of them. They didn't even feel their bodies trembling instinctively.

The weaker enemies had been immediately turned to dust by the golden light. The golden light was stunningly powerful, but what was truly frightening were the bright red slender threads. The gold flows of metal liquid had exploded into metal drops that were the size of beans. These metal droplets were expelled astoundingly fast from within the golden light, almost unstoppable, and able to penetrate multiple people in an instant.

The enemy battalion seemed to have been viciously shredded.

When the light dissipated, there were less than three hundred people standing in the enemy battalion. They were scattered around, their expressions blank as though they did not understand what had happened.

Everyone knew that these people were finished. This battalion was finished.

A short silence appeared on the battlefield.

The surviving enemies had not recovered from the first attack, and the Western Jail Mansion experts behind Zuo Mo had been completely stunned by Zuo Mo's shocking attack.

"An Mo!"

The cold voice broke the battlefield's deathly silence.

An Mo shook and his thoughts came back. His face still held traces of disbelief. If he had only felt loyal to Zuo Mo before due to loyalty to the king, now, he was completely won over by Zuo Mo.

He bowed on the mo steed as he responded, his voice trembling slightly, "Present!"

"Fifteen minutes, clear the battlefield!"

Zuo Mo's tone was unquestionable and decisive.

An Mo was not discontent at all. He accepted his orders without hesitation. "Yes!"

He turned and picked a few dozen steeds to charge towards the enemy battalion. When they came in front of the enemy battalion, those remaining survivors seemed to not realize the arrival of death. They stood there soullessly in shock.

An Mo's heart felt a wave of coldness. He knew that King's attack just now had completely destroyed these people's spirits. Even if these people survived, they would never step on to the battlefield again.

Fei Lei's body shook. His eyes were wide as he stared at the scattered battle formation. He did not know that his face was covered in tears.

King!

This was a king!

He finally saw the birth of the mo's new king!

Everyone was completely won over by the domineering attack. Such a strong attack, this was King! Even they would not be able to do anything against this attack.

He willingly submitted. He suddenly felt that it was good fortune and glory to be able to participate in this campaign.

Liang Wei's mouth was wide but he could not make a sound. The blood had completely left his face. His fists were balled tightly, and he didn't even feel his fingernails biting into his flesh.

While he was humble on the surface, he was still proud inside. This pride came from his strength. His present strength was that of a top battle general. Facing any kind of situation, he would not be left without any solution. This was the source of his confidence.

Yet Zuo Mo's attack give him an unparalleled blow and shock.

He found that, no matter what method he used, he would not be able to withstand this blow.

In front of absolute power, his plans and tactics were of no use at all. This conclusion was a great blow to him.

How was it possible ... ...

How could there be such an unreasonable attack in this world?

Yes, unreasonable!

No matter how you responded, no matter what formation you used, no matter how you moved, the other only needed this one attack!

A feeling of helplessness that he never had rose.

Liang Wei had a grimace on his face.

"This is god-level! So strong!" Pu Yao murmured, slightly unfocused.

While Zuo Mo had rescued them, the process of being rescued was not as shocking and spectacular as the attack displayed in front of them.

Wei quickly recovered. He noticed Liang Wei's grimaced. "Liang Wei has received a great blow to his confidence this time."

Zuo Mo's unreasonable attack had completely upended the battle general system that Liang Wei had studied for so long. The blow was unparalleled.

Pu Yao's thoughts came back and he recovered his calm. "No one can help him on this. If he could overcome this mental barrier, then he can truly elevate himself to the same level as Gongsun Cha and BIe Han."

"His skill right now isn't bad," Wei said.

"A great battle general needs a big heart," Pu Yao said coolly.

"A Zuo is really strong now!" Wei couldn't help but praise. His tone was filled with accomplishment. Even they had not thought that Zuo Mo would grow to such a level.

"He is fated to be king!" Pu Yao said seriously.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up. An Mo's strength against these defeated soldiers was destructive.

No one was left alive on the enormous battlefield.

Everyone looked towards Zuo Mo with heated gazes. Nothing was more powerful than the truth. Starting from this battle, everyone believe that this was the journey of legend. No one could stop them!

Fight their way to Nether King Palace!

On the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King, Zuo Mo's expression was still cold as he sat like a statue. His expression had not changed after the victory.

Under everyone's heated gaze, Zuo Mo once again took out a gold flow sword.

Without any flourish, the sword pointed forward. The cold order was like flame that caused everyone's fighting spirits to rise.

"Advance!"

Translator Ramblings: Um ... ... almost a filler chapter?

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Four – Advance!

"Advance!"

"All troops, advance!"

The cold order was like the hottest flame in a world of snow, causing every person's passion to burn. Zuo Mo did not look at the corpse covered battlefield and charged at the front.

A vicious bronze mask hid his face. This emotionless face combined with the cold commands caused him to appear every more terrifying. His black cape flapped in the wind like dancing black flames.

The shouts of the battle generals rose and fell. They were soaked in sweat that evaporated in streams of mist. They waved their strong arms, their eyes wide, as they motivated their troops.

"Pay attention to the rank shape!

"Advance, do not fall behind!"

"Keep up!"

Every member gritted their teeth as they furiously urged on the mo steeds under them. Their gazes were locked onto the figure at the very front of the battalion with passion in their eyes.

The entire army was like a raging metallic flood that push forward at an astounding speed in the sky.

Seeing their shocking presence people would believe that any battalion that dared to stand in their way would be flattened immediately.

Advance! Advance! Advance!

No one can stop us!

Fighting spirit burned in everyone's eyes. The wind howled in their ears. These battle-hungry and brave mo experts steered their mo steeds and continued to maintain a perfect offensive formation.

Far in the horizon, an enormous battalion entered their field of view. This battalion was more than ten thousand people, it was definitely a big battalion.

The distance between the two quickly decreased. At the front, King had no intentions of slowing down.

Suddenly, a large sword appeared in King's hand!

Everyone's spirit suddenly reached a peak. They all knew what King's action meant.

This was the signal for battle!

King accelerated!

Everyone urged on their mo steeds to keep up with King's speed. The wind rumbled in their ears, their blood vessels expanded, their blood boiled, the shen power in their bodies was restless.

The enemy hadn't thought that Zuo Mo would not consider the great enemy number and still decided to charge!

This battalion's presence as it charged was astounding!

Even with the battle generals in command, the subordinate members still instinctively panicked. They had never seen such a furious and focused charge!

Zuo Mo suddenly raised the sword in his hand. The cold and grave shout spread through the entire battlefield.

"Kill!"

The people behind him raised their mo weapons and angrily shouted, "Kill!"

The large sword in Zuo Mo's hand seemed to immediately light up. Under the blinding golden light, Zuo Mo was like a god of war descending to the mortal world!

Zuo Mo's sword came down!

The blinding golden light entered the enemy battalion and suddenly exploded!

The golden sea of light consumed a great number of enemies. Countless drops of golden liquid metal ripped through the enemy battalion, and a large part of the enemy battalion immediately fell down.

Another sword appeared on Zuo Mo's hand.

He raised it again!

"Kill!"

He charged at the front towards the enemy battalion!

"Kill!"

Everyone shouted angrily and followed closely behind him. The metal flood charged furiously and smashed into the enemy battle formation without any finesse!

In that instant, limbs and bodies flew everywhere.

No one could stop one of Zuo Mo's attacks. Zuo Mo was like a powerful bull that charged back and forth in the enemy ranks. With every ball of light he threw out, an empty are of ground would appear in front of him.

The gold flow swords could not withstand the shen power. Almost the moment they were brought out, they would turn to liquid. Zuo Mo was not frugal. The liquid metal contained terrifying power, there were many of them and so they were the best weapons.

Zuo Mo only felt the surroundings were full of enemies. He did not care. He only threw out the golden balls of light rapidly.

The handfuls of golden metal liquid filled with shen power formed a killing net that was inescapable.

The enemies were cleaved down like wheat. But then they charged over from all directions and were cut down again ... ...

Zuo Mo's eyes were filled with blood. The rhythm of his hands increased and he continued to charge.

Charge!

A furious and sudden charge!

The enemy was not able to muster up an effective resistance. Even though countless people threw themselves furiously at Zuo Mo, they were still not able to stop the charge, not even able to delay Zuo Mo for a few seconds!

Zuo Mo's vision suddenly cleared.

Zuo Mo stilled and then realized. They had penetrated the enemy formation!

They won!

He led the battalion to quickly turn around and faced the enemy battalion's back. The enemy battle formation was in chaos. They had not managed to turn around. There was a great hole in the battle formation. Inside the hole, corpses were piled up in mountains. That was a path of blood created by Zuo Mo's charge.

Zuo Mo suddenly raised the sword he had just placed in his hand.

"Kill!"

The people following behind him had bloodshot eyes. They raised their mo weapons and shouted angrily, "Kill!"

Zuo Mo's sword quickly turned bright and the ball of light expanded!

It was unprecedentedly bright!

The size of the ball of light was two times what it had been before!

The golden ball of light was like a sun that had fallen from the sky and landed in the enemy's chaotic battle formation.

Boom!

The blinding light illuminated the world!

Terrifying vibrations of power came. Even An Mo and the others felt slight stinging pain.

When the light dissipated, there was nothing left alive on the ground.

"How is it? Are you still managing?" Fei Lei wiped his face as he asked in concern. His entire body had been soaked in sweat a long time ago.

Liang Wei panted furiously as he tried to calm his breathing. His throat burned, his mind completely blank. Moments later, he felt as though he had recovered slightly. He squeezed out a smile, "Still alright!"

Beside him, the other yao battle generals panted like fish out of the water. The bodies of yao could not compare to the mo. Their physical bodies were weak. This shortcoming was evident in such a sustained and rapid pace of battle.

Too fast!

This pace!

Liang Wei did not believe it. Even in his long journey back when he invaded xiuzhe territory, the pace of battle and the intensity was a fraction of this.

The King's Horn was only responsible for the flanks and their mission responsibility was much lighter. Many times, they only needed to keep up with the pace of the main troop. But even so, almost all of them were exhausted.

The main group that King led was even more terrifying. Their record was destroying twelve battalions in a single day!

This battalion was like lightning. No one could stop them! A battalion of a thousand would not be able to delay them for long. Usually, after the destructive charge, the enemy battalion would have shattered and turned to dust.

Later on, King even stopped wasting time on eliminating the survivors.

Charge!

A furious charge!

This kind of speed had never appeared in this history of war.

It was not reasonable!

Not reasonable at tall!

But this unreasonable charge was one that no battalion was able to stop. Liang Wei gradually moved from the initial shock and disbelief into acceptance.

However ... ...

Liang Wei's gaze unconsciously landed on King. King was sitting on the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King as though he had never moved.

Wasn't King tired?

Could one person's power reach such a level?

Liang Wei wandered off into his thoughts.

Zuo Mo jumped off the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King. No one had managed to stop them from advancing for seven days and nights. The morale was at a peak, but Zuo Mo knew that their bodies were also completely exhausted.

Even An Mo's face showed rare traces of exhaustion.

"Rest today, we will depart tomorrow morning, there is no need to arrange for patrols." Zuo Mo ordered.

No one doubted his orders. Everyone took all the time they could to recover their shen power.

The entire camp was silent.

Sunshine passed through the ranks, spreading green light. When the green light entered the bodies of those injured, their wounds quickly disappeared.

Zuo Mo was not idle. He had not used up a lot of energy. The recovery rate of a god-level expert was something that other people couldn't imagine. He took out materials from the ring and started to focus on forging shen equipment.

The sun shen fire was extremely tame in his hands.

This was the first time he was forging after his shen power had recovered. The feeling was different once again. In the past, he had the god-level cultivation but he had no shen power. He had been very limited.

The feeling of being unrestrained was so good!

Under his thoughts, shen power manifested into complex and fine patterns that rained into the fire.

Moments later, a grey shen equipment was finished. The shen equipment was not beautiful and refined. It had clean and rough lines as though the item had been casually pieced together from bones. It looked very simple. However, each bone was covered in exquisite patterns that imbued it with beauty.

After the first item was finished, Zuo Mo's speed started to accelerate.

Later, he was able to forge multiple pieces at the same time.

He didn't hold back on any of the high level nether materials that he had gotten from Shi. He threw them all into the shen equipment. From fighting in the last few days, he found that the shen equipment of his subordinates were terrible in quality. Soon, the shen equipment piled up into a little mountain in front of him.

He did not rest and continued to forge

When the sun rose from the horizon and the first ray of sunlight broke the darkness.

An Mo and the others woke up. They were stunned by the mountain of shen equipment in front of them!

The morning light fell on Zuo Mo's body. Even though he wore a mask, they could still feel his focus and effort. Inside the flickering flame, a piece of shen equipment was quickly taking form.

King had not rested, and had been forging shen equipment for them the entire night!

"King ... ..." An Mo bit his lips. He was filled with emotion. He only had one thought, even if King told him to go die right now, he would not hesitate.

"Have everyone put it on, prepare to depart." Zuo Mo's tone was as icy as usual.

If they had only followed and revered King because of his terrifying power before, now, in this moment, everyone swore inside that they would forever follow their king!

They took off their damaged shen equipment. After the continuous battles of seven days and nights, their shen equipment was covered in dents and damage in many places.

After they put on the new shen equipment, the entire battalion was transformed.

These mo experts caressed their shen equipment and grinned dumbly.

High morale, a strong formation, they all gave off great confidence and had strong fighting spirit.

In seven short days, Zuo Mo lead them on a string of victories that seemed like a legend, he had transformed this battalion. They were heated, strong, fearless. They had confidence they could defeat any opponent. Their strong belief meant that they would not surrender even in the most hopeless of situations.

All Hail The King!

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo really knows how to earn loyalty. Also, I guess you liked the last chapter a lot ... ...

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Five The Last Chance

Fei Lei looked at the shen equipment of An Mo and the others with a heated gaze. The people around him had similar gazes. When the crude and simple grey shen equipment was completely put on, it gave off a strong feeling of murderousness.

Like a battalion that had stepped out of hell!

Everyone was knowledgeable and they could see the extraordinary nature of the shen equipment. Also, King had created them! Just that alone meant that they were the symbols of glory!

After resting for a night, Liang Wei was much better. He glanced at Fei Lei and said with a smile, "Stop yearning, after we get earn some victories, King will also forge shen equipment for us."

Fei Lei reluctantly moved his gaze away. He balled his fist and said strongly, "Yes! We have to obtain a great victory! Outcompete these people!"

They were envious but they did not feel it was unjust. They had seen the hardship of the main battle force in these past days, and their own fighting was much less.

But Liang Wei was not discouraged. After resting, he finally digested the shock of the past few days. After adjusting his mentality, Liang Wei started to shine with his own light.

"The big fight is still ahead." Liang Wei's eyes narrowed. "Haven't you noticed that the enemies we encounter in the last few days have grown fewer?"

"Yes! They're frightened! Who would have expected King to be so strong!" Fei Lei said with humor. He had an expression of pride as though he shared in the glory.

Liang Wei nodded. "Yes! King is strong, and ferocious in the charge, no one can rival him! If I was the enemy, I will not set up obstacles like this again, I will try to gather more battalions, and more power for a final battle with King as soon as possible."

Fei Lei shook his head. "No one can stop King!"

His voice was filled with strong confidence. In these past days, he had seen how Zuo Mo had led the battalion to rush through the enemy battalions. He believed that no one would be able to withstand such a charge.

"Yes, usually, they will not be able to stop it. However, what if it is one hundred thousand people? Two hundred thousand people?" Liang Wei asked.

Fei Lei stopped breathing. He had never seen one hundred or two hundred thousand people before. He could not imagine it. A ten-thousand strong battalion already covered the sky. One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, how terrifying would the scene be!

Just thinking about it made his scalp prickle.

"Is Northern Plains Ice Mansion so strong?" Fei Lei asked uncertainty.

Liang Wei's expression was serious. "That will be their last chance. If they do not do this, they will not even have a last chance. They have been forced to the precipice."

Liang Wei's words were correct. Northern Plains Ice Mansion had been forced to the edge of the cliff. Before this, the reason the opposing faction had grown was because people doubted and distrusted the abilities of the new king. The new king was weak, he was not enough to become king. The rumors had been numerous. While people had been secretly fanning the flames from the shadows, it was still the truth that the new king did not have a strong reputation.

However, the sudden advance of seven days and nights had surpassed people's imagination and completely destroyed the rumors that the new king was weak.

The new king was weak?

No one would think that ever again.

The charge had been furious and powerful, shaking all of Nether Realm! This charge which could be called a miracle could rival the old nether king's battle to unite the Nether Realm.

The opposing camp quickly collapsed. No matter what, the new king was the appointed successor by the old nether king. His legitimacy was undoubted. As long as the new king showed the power of a king, the great majority of factions would choose to support him.

In this, Northern Plains Ice Mansion was at a absolute disadvantage.

Zuo Mo used this method to prove his strength and defend his status as the Nether King. If Hai Xin Bing did not quickly change this, her situation would grow increasingly worse.

Northern Plains Ice Mansion would become the rebels that tried to challenge the right of the king. This would cause their supporters to quickly abandon them.

The old Nether King had ruled Nether Realm for ten whole years. His influence was enormous. If it wasn't for the fact that the new king was unfamiliar and no one had heard of him, if the successor had been An Mo, the opposing voices would not have been so strong.

Only by defeating the new king would Northern Plains Ice Mansion reverse the situation.

"Should we notify the king?" Worry appeared on Fei Lei's face.

Liang Wei shook his head. "No need, this is most likely King's true intentions."

Fei Lei was astounded. "Wouldn't this be too much of a risk?"

"King wants to end this in one battle," Liang Wei said gravely.

"It's too risky!" Fei Lei continued to shake his head. "I feel that even if the enemy only has fifty thousand, and the battalions are not too low in quality, we will be in great trouble."

Liang Wei did not argue. Fei Lei's speculation was accurate. The two had worked as partners for many years and knew each other well. Fei Lei's talent as a battle general was not outstanding, but he was experienced. He would not have spectacular displays, but he would not make any low-level mistakes. He would not make a mistake in a judgement like this.

Based on the power that King showed in these past days, if the enemy had fifty thousand, they would have a chance to delay them.

If the enemy had a well-trained battalion of a hundred thousand, it was likely that they would sink into a bog. If the enemy battalion reached one hundred and fifty thousand, they would be at a disadvantage. If the enemy battalion was two hundred thousand, their chances of victory were close to zero.

The question now was, could Hai Xin Bing gather so many?

The battle for the throne of Nether Realm attracted everyone in Nether Realm. This was directly related to their benefits. Under the rule of the old Nether King, they had enjoyed ten years of peace and Nether realm had risen to become one of the strongest powers in the world.

They treasured the lives they had now.

Due to this, when the old Nether King appointed an unknown person as the successor, this was opposed by almost everyone.

Yet a few short days passed, and without realizing it, the tide had turned.

Seven days and nights, without a moment of rest, a lightning fast advance.

Under the hoofs of the new king, countless battalions wailed, struggled and were stomped into the dust!

The new king's unparalleled individual power and courageous style immediately increased the number of his supported. Even the old nether king had not been so powerful in the past.

A new legend was being formed right in front of them.!

This lightning fast advance that would enter the history books had never occurred in the history of mo before.

The new king was so powerful!

The Nether Realm mo innately respected the strong. Countless people were in awe of the new king. The mo were so simple. If you were strong enough, they would fear you and submit to you!

All of Nether Realm was discussing the legendary lightning advance.

The opposing voices seemed to have disappeared in the span of a night. However, those that were more perceptively warily maintained neutrality.

They knew that Hai Xin Bing had been forced to a precipice, a true precipice!

Everyone shuddered at the terrifying power of the new king. Even inside Northern Plains Ice Mansion, many people were filled with terror. A hopelessness started to spread.

Hai Xin Bing only had one last chance.

If she could not stop the new king, after the new king ascended, the first thing he would target would be Northern Plains Ice Mansion. At that time, the authority of the new king would have stabilized, Nether Realm would have submitted, and Hai Xin Bing would die.

She needed to prove she was stronger than the new king before the new king reached Nether King Palace!

The atmosphere in Northern Plains Ice Mansion was extremely low and tense. In a blink, the situation had reversed. They had originally thought that victory was in their grasp, and suddenly, they were at the end of their road.

No one had thought that the new king had resolved the situation in such a way!

Simple! Brutal! Without any finesse!

A few days ago, they had laughed at the new king for being stupid and not knowing his limits, that he was bashing his head against rocks. When the third day came, no one was able to laugh.

They knew just how many battalions they had sent on this path.

On the seventh day, each of them only felt terror, unparalleled terror!

How could someone be so strong!

How could they!

The mirages of the battles at the front lines were passed back to Northern Plains Ice Mansion. In the images, that inhuman existence caused each person's soul to tremble!

No one was a match for one of his attacks!

With the power of a single person, he killed an entire battalion!

A battalion of tens of thousands was fragile like paper in front of him. He easily passed through them and defeated them in one blow!

Even Hai Xin Bing was silent when she saw this scene. No one knew her hands that were hidden in her sleeves were imperceptibly trembling.

The shock she felt was even stronger. An Mo who was on the same level as her appeared dim next to the new king. However, she still noticed that An Mo's attacks were still so sharp and powerful, even more powerful than she had imagined!

Only today did she know that An Mo had hidden his strength.

But no one would look at An Mo. No one would feel An Mo was powerful. Everyone's gaze would only be attracted by one figure.

That new king who was like demon ascending to the mortal world!

Hai Xin Bing had seen the strength of the old Nether King before. In her eyes, the old Nether King was unfathomable. You never knew if the power he showed was his limit.

What the new king displayed was a completely different kind of presence.

An unprecedented dominance!

He moved like a colossus, flattening everything in his path. In front of him, you would unconsciously feel as small as an ant, and could not muster any fighting spirit.

"We have mobilized all battalions," Zhu Nan Yue said calmly.

Hai Xin Bing recovered a thread of calmness. She looked with admiration at her trusted general. Of everyone, Zhu Nan Yue was the calmest.

"How many people?" Her tone was calm.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" Zhu Nan Yue's eyes burned.

She was also shocked at the new king's power, but when she thought of fighting against such a powerful opponent, she didn't feel any fear, and her blood heated at the idea!

"Where will the location of the final battle be?" Hai Xin Bing's terror was pushed away. She was not a normal person, and her tone became determined.

"Nether King River!" Zhu Nan Yue said three words.

Viciousness flashed through Hai Xin Bing's eyes. She suddenly stood and said with steel, "Nether King River! Good! Then let this battle choose the true Nether King!"

Everyone stood in unison, the hesitation and fear in their eyes completely disappearing. What replaced those emotions was the belief to die!

Final battle!

Translator Ramblings: I just imagine Zuo Mo as a moving pile of jingshi smashing everything along the way.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Six – Presence

Naturally, Northern Plains Ice Mansion could not conceal such a large-scale mobilization of its battalions.

Hai Xin Bing had not planned to conceal it. At this point, both sides were fighting based on their pure strength. There wasn't any subtlety or stratagem to speak of. At this time, there was no meaning in keeping trump cards.

For both sides, at least in this battle, there was no difference between the their positions. They were both fighting with their backs to the wall.

Hai Xin Bing gathered all the battalions that she could move, including all the battalions from Eastern Nether Mansion that had joined her and those factions that had sided with Northern Plains Ice Mansion early on. At this time, many of these factions felt extremely bitter. They had originally thought that the new king would not be able to match Hai Xin Bing. Who knew that the new king was more powerful than they had imagined.

But at this point, they would not be allowed to retreat. If Hai Xin Bing was defeated, they would be killed as well. Due to this, their resolve to fight was unshakable.

They were fighting to survive.

Hai Xin Bing hoped to survive, the remaining members of Eastern Nether Mansion hoped to survive, they hoped to survive.

More and more battalions departed for Nether King River.

In the history of the mo, never had such a large battle occurred, similarly such a powerful and domineering advance had occurred before.

The battalions rushed over from all directions.

The mood of Nether Realm had was tense.

Hai Xin Bing had setup the main command tent on the banks of the Nether River. The battalions hurriedly gathered from all over.

"Nether Lord!" A middle-aged person bowed respectfully to Hai Xin Bing. Behind him was a well-trained battalion. Each member of this battalion had a verdant green leaf at the center of their foreheads. Their expressions were cold, and gave off a powerful presence.

They were the famed Forest Roaming Clan Battalion. The Forest Roaming Clan lived deep in the forest and rarely interacted with the outside world. However, they were great fighters, strong and famous.

Hai Xin Bing had once saved the life of the previous leader of the Forest Roaming Clan and had a great favor owed to her. No one had known of this relationship. She thought of it as a trump card and had been unwilling to use it. But at this time, she did not hesitate in using this trump card.

"Thank you!" Hai Xin Bing showed a gentle smile.

Hai Xin Bing was tall, possessed a pair of blue eyes, and had fine and white skin. She was authoritative and gave people the feeling of being an icy beauty. When she smiled now, it was like a warm spring wind.

This middle-aged person was Man Zhen, and the present leader of the Forest Roaming Clan as well as the son of the past leader. He had the most leaves on his forehead, three, and he gave off a savage presence like that of a wild beast.

Man Zhen was not of many words. After the greeting, he moved to the side. Zhu Nan Yue moved forward and started to arrange where the Forest Roaming Clan would set up camp.

Hai Xin Bing was relieved that the Forest Roaming Clan could arrive in time. Man Zhen had brought along ten thousand of the Forest Roaming Clan elite. This battalion was powerful, and were on par with the strongest battalions of Northern Plains Ice Mansion.

Few knew just how many factions Hai Xin Bing had recruited and maintained good relationship with over the years.

They could only see an endless stream of battalions continue to advance towards Nether King River.

The battalions surroundings Hai Xin Bing's tent grew in number.

"It's the seventy-fourth battalion!"

As this was said, the little shop exploded into conversation. This struggle over the control of the Nether Realm had reached the final battle. It attracted the attention of every citizen of Nether Realm. No Nether Realm mo was able to ignore the matter. The word "king" had a holy meaning among the mo.

Without realizing it, people's acceptance of the new king increased. From the conversations in the little shop, it could be seen that there were more supporters of the new king. Hai Xin Bing was a warlord in everyone's eyes, but she did not qualify to be king.

If Hai Xin Bing qualified to become king, why hadn't the old Nether King chosen her?

This was the phrase that many supporters of the new king used. The supporters of the new king increased by the day. That advance over seven days and nights was too domineering! So domineering that the ferocious mo admired it!

It must be very enjoyable to be led by such a domineering king!

This thought could not be pushed from the minds of many people.

In comparison, Hai Xin Bing who had the most support at the start was looked down on. Maybe Hai Xin Bing had a stronger faction, but she definitely could not be so domineering. As to the identity of the new king, oh, who cared about that now? The old nether king had also come out of nowhere. Who knew the origins of the old Nether King?

Yet the problem now was if the new king could not make it through Hai Xin Bing's challenge, he could not ascend to the throne.

The old Nether King built the Nether King Palace as the symbol of the king's power.

"Hai Xin Bing hid too deeply! She has so many supporters!'

"Yes! They've surpassed two hundred thousand!"

Someone quickly gave a precise answer, " Two hundred twenty thousand!"

Hiss, everyone inside the little shop inhaled sharply. A battalion of two hundred twenty thousand. That should cover the ground and the sky, appearing endless in view. The people in the little shop found that their poor imaginations were not enough to imagine such a scene.

"It will surpass two hundred fifty hundred thousand. We just received news that nine more battalions are nearing Nether King River."

The little shop immediately became silent.

A long time later, someone murmured, "Is no one helping the new king?"

An even longer silence.

No one knew.

"Preparations done!" The two balls of flame in Gu Wu Shuang's empty eye sockets flickered.

The other four turned to look at the Ghost Lord.

The Ghost Lord said expressionlessly, "Then depart!"

"Boss, you will not reconsider?" Si Du couldn't resist asking. Other people might not understand the present situation, but they saw it clearly.

Hai Xin Bing was prepared to have a final battle with the new king, but in reality, she lost. Even if she won, she could not ascend to the throne! This was strange, but it was true. If she defeated the new king, she would become the most powerful person in Nether Realm, yet she would not be able to become king!

And if the new king beat her, he would become the undoubted king.

Presence, Hai Xin Bing did not have the presence of a king. Or rather, Hai Xin Bing's presence lost completely to the knew king's presence.

In the view of the Yin Tomb Five Ghosts, they had no need to participate in this final battle. The chances the new king could win this final battle was pitifully low. All the power that Hai Xin Bing had worked to accumulate over the years had been invested into this life and death battle.

Their intelligence was more accurate. According to their estimates, in the end, Hai Xin Bing would gather a battalion that would surpass three hundred thousand!

Even they shuddered at this number.

Almost half of the elite fighting forces in Nether Realm had been gathered by Hai Xin Bing! Her power surpassed all of their expectations. Now, it seemed that Jia Man who had been called the most ambitious was lacking compared to this woman.

However, Hai Xin Bing would have to pay a great price to win against the terrifying power that the new king showed in battle.

The expected result was great losses on both sides.

This was the best result for the Yin Tomb Guards. They believed that the Nether Lord You Zhe also thought the same. They hadn't expected the Ghost Lord would give orders to move out and support the new king.

The Yin Tomb Ghost Lord looked expressionlessly at Gu Wu Shuang and spoke in his unique dissonant voice, "Do you know why King trusted me to guard the Ten Thousand Tombs of the Underworld?"

"Because I was born here," the Ghost Lord said coolly, "and this is the homeland of King."

The Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were dumbstruck.

"Depart!"

The grey Yin Tomb Guards moved out of their base. Not one person was left.

"It's been too long since I moved. Even my belly is bigger," You Zhe lamented. He had gotten a size bigger.

In front of him, his first commander, Ma Wei, stood with a respectful gaze. The entire battalion was prepared to depart.

"Ah, Hai Xin Bing, you're so worrisome. You have created such a great fuss, even my old bones have to act," You Zhe muttered his thoughts. "Originally, I hadn't planned on acting, why fight? When was King's judgement ever wrong? All right, let's go. I don't know if we will make it in time. Hai Xin Bing is insane, does she want the unified Nether Realm to end? If you want to fight to be king, fight, don't be like this. Do you know why King did not act against me? Because while I go with the wind, I have a bottom line ... ..."

As he murmured to himself, he struggled to climb onto the chariot. "Let's go."

The battalion marched.

The news that Hai Xin Bing had amassed an army of over two hundred thousand was proven. The mood of the troop immediately became grave. Liang Wei and An Mo were all skilled battle generals.They knew what this meant.

No matter how they calculated, their chances of victory in this battle was minuscule, so minuscule it was insignificant.

Regardless of how brave the new king was, how strong his individual power was, he could not win against such a strong army. If King was alone, based on his outstanding individual power, there would be no problems for him to flee safely.

But the problem was that this was a final battle from which he could not retreat.

They had slowed down. King seemed to be purposefully giving the enemy time to gather. But when the enemy army surpassed two hundred thousand, no one was able to remain calm.

They were courageous, but not stupid. The difference in power between the two sides was too great.

The knew that the reason that they had been unstoppable these past days was because of King's outstanding abilities. A battalion of two hundred thousand, even King would not have a chance of victory.

Liang Wei and An Mo were panicked.

Zuo Mo did not seem to be in a hurry. Since the battalion stopped, he started to forge.

Everyone felt it strange. Why was King forging shen equipment at such an important time? Even the most powerful shen equipment, even if it was a shen device, would be of minimal effect at this time.

Yet King ignored the enemy and completely focused on forging.

Translator Ramblings: All this setup to make Zuo Mo look better.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Seven – Facing Off

A golden square box floated silently in the flames and was covered in countless exquisite patterns.

The flames disappeared and the gold box flew into Zuo Mo's hand. The box was exactly the size of Zuo Mo's palm. A warmth came from the square box. Zuo Mo felt connected to the box and this made him smile.

"Starting from today, you will be called [King's Domain]!"

This was the shen equipment Zuo Mo was most satisfied with. Ever since he obtained that shen device nucleus, he had thought about how to forge a shen equipment for himself. At present he could be called the top forger but he didn't have his own shen device, an odd juxtaposition. Normal talismans would immediately collapse in his hands, like the gold crystal sword.

An Mo and Liang Wei were panicking like ants set on a fire. They could not understand why King was still forging at such an important time. That dark gold box looked ordinary and had no presence.

"King!" An Mo said urgently.

Zuo Mo nodded towards him and flew onto the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King. "We can talk as we travel."

An Mo was even more panicked. "King! Hai Xin Bing has gathered a great army of over three hundred thousand! If we go now, that will only be death ... ..."

"Are you afraid of death?" Zuo Mo asked bluntly.

An Mo stilled. He hadn't thought that King would ask this. He answered seriously, "This subordinate is not afraid of death, but of a death without meaning."

"Yes." Zuo Mo nodded. Under the bronze mask, no expression could be seen. He said coolly, "Depart."

"King!" An Mo panicked.

"King, the Yin Tomb Guards and Nether Lord You Zhe's battalion is hurrying over. How about waiting for them ... ..." Liang Wei said.

"We won't wait. I have limited time," Zuo Mo said coolly and then flew into the sky.

An Mo and Liang Wei stared at each other. They couldn't understand what was going on with King! If they went now, they would die without a doubt! Three hundred thousand! They didn't believe that King would not be able to understand this. But King still insisted on doing so. Did King have some trump card?

They had discussed this before but no matter how hard they thought, they could not think of any way to defeat an army of three hundred thousand!

An Mo gritted his teeth. "At worst, we will die together with King!"

He got onto his mo steed after he spoke and then chased after Zuo Mo.

"It is so curious," Liang Wei murmured. He was almost sure now that King definitely had other plans. But he could not guess. What were King's other plans?

The King's Horn immediately moved as well.

Along the way, they did not encounter any more obstacles. The path was unusually smooth.

Hai Xin Bing had realised the mistake of her previous strategy. Her delay tactic had created the new king's legendary advance, and pushed the new king's reputation to an astounding height.

Without any obstacles, Zuo Mo's group moved quickly.

There were scouts set up along the road. The mission of these scouts was to keep track of the new king's troops. These scouts were not all Hai Xin Bing's subordinates. All of Nether Realm was paying close attention to this final battle.

When Zuo Mo once again led his troops to advance like before, countless factions were shocked. Even an ignorant person knew Hai Xin Bing had set up a great net up ahead. An army of three hundred thousand, that was almost half of Nether Realm's elite battalions.

This was a power that made people tremble.

No one could win!

Using force against force was the stupidest choice. In many people's opinions, the new king should step back, avoid Hai Xin Bing's forces and go around them. Such a large army was all the power that Hai Xin Bing had gathered for many years but it could not be maintained for long. The new king had the support of the old nether King. Now that he showed the people of Nether Realm his power and strength, his situation was much better than Hai Xin Bing.

The new king only needed to avoid Hai Xin Bing, delay for a while, and Hai Xin Bing's army of three hundred thousand would quickly collapse.

That was the strategic method.

But the new king rashly advanced towards Nether King River like a moth to a flame!

Almost everyone saw his predicted outcome. Even more people felt that the new king was a brute with courage but no skill!

The new king would die!

Sorrow spread among the people. After the victorious seven day advance, they had thought that the new king would be like the old Nether King and be an unrivaled hero. But now, they thought he was only a brute. If the new king died, Hai Xin Bing did not qualify to become king, and the Nether Realm would once again become leaderless.

This was the greatest sorrow.

For ten years, they had lived a peaceful life. No battle, their lives were calm, Nether Realm was united. The direction the King's banner pointed was the direction they advanced in.

Look at Hundred Savage realm. That place was so chaotic and filled with endless battle. The major factions warred with each other, and people died every day.

Low spirits and bewilderment spread in Nether Realm.

Was an era truly about to end?

Was ten years of peace all they would have?.

"He's charging towards here?" Hai Xin Bing stilled and asked instinctively, "Did the Yin Tomb Guards and You Zhe already arrive?"

"No!" Zhu nan Yue's eyes flashed with puzzlement.

"Strange!" Hai Xin Bing pondered this. "He doesn't appear like a person without brains!"

Zhu Nan Yue didn't speak but she agreed.

How could a person that forced them to such a state, and had grabbed the only chance to resolve the situation when he was surrounded by enemies be a person without brains? It was the opposite. Zhu Nan Yue saw decisiveness, intelligence, bravery and hardiness from that person.

She had followed Hai Xin Bing from childhood and they were like sisters. This bond was the only reason she was willing to be enemies with such a person.

The other definitely had other plans!

"He has to have other plans!" Hai Xin Bing felt uneasy, like an invisible pressure weighing on her mind. She could not understand the enemy's actions at all.

"Maybe there are spies?' Zhu Nan Yue reminded.

"You are right!' Hai Xin Bing was startled. "You have to prepare for that."

Zhu Nan Yue looked in shock at Hai Xin Bing. She had never seen the Nether Lord so panicked before. In her mind, the Nether Lord was always calm and composed. Now, she was panicking just because of one poorly understood move that the enemy had made.

The pressure the enemy gave the Nether Lord was so strong!

The shock that Zhu Nan Yue felt could be imagined.

The scouts reported at a rapid pace, departing and landing constantly, to report of the enemy's position.

"Report! The enemy is estimated to be a day's travel away!"

"Report! The enemy is accelerating! Estimated arrival is in twelve hours!"

"Report! Four hours!"

As the enemy came closer to nether King River, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense. The pressure of the impending battle caused the entire army to tense. Everyone became nervous. Even those battle generals that had been through hundreds of battles had stern faces and threads of worry.

The other was clearly only two battalions, and not even ten thousand people.

But for some reason, an invisible yet great pressure was on each person's mind.

The other's unusual action caused each person's nerves to be on edge. The enemy was not unknown. He had proven his strength.

The more unusual it was, the more people were wary.

The army of three hundred thousand prepared to face a great enemy.

The sounds gradually disappeared. They unconsciously closed their mouths. They instinctively gripped their mo weapons, and the mood was unusually nervous and strict.

When a group of black dots appeared in the distance, everyone's hearts jumped.

"They've come!"

The army shifted and the roar of the battle generals came in waves.

"Be alert!"

"Prepare to fight!"

"Be prepared, do not slack off at the crucial time!"

The little black dots arrived with a strangely quick speed. In a blink, they felt their visions darken and the enemy was already close to them. The enemy were clearly not even ten thousand in number but when they advanced at such a high speed, it made people feel as though there were tens of thousands roaring and charging at them.

Everyone's hearts uncontrollably shook!

Was this the flood of metal that no one could stop for seven days and nights?

Seeing the enemy about to step into their attack range, every battle generals' expression became stern and nervous. They waited to attack as the other to stepped into their attack range!

The enemy suddenly stopped!

Stopped without any warning. From a fast charge to a sudden stop. There was no transition between the two states and it was so uncomfortable that people wanted to spit blood.

They finally saw the person at the front of the group!

Zuo Mo looked coldly at the enemies in front of him.

In reality, this was the first time he saw a battalion of three hundred thousand gathered together. The battalions were packed together and stretched into the distance. It caused people to feel weak and powerless.

But Zuo Mo didn't feel this way.

He sat motionlessly on the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King. Even his gaze didn't change. It was still cold and emotionless.

"Hai Xin Bing!"

The cold and aloof voice was clear in each person's ears.

Compared to the previous panic, Hai Xin Bing calmed down now. She walked out fearlessly.

Completely outfitted in armor, Hai Xin Bing seemed to have a martial bearing. At this time, she finally showed the glory and mannerism of a nether lord. She held a long blue sword, her long hair flying in the wind. Her beautiful features did not seem to be of the mortal realm. The decisiveness and intelligence she showed made people trust her.

She did not dodge Zuo Mo's gaze but she did not want to verbally spar with Zuo Mo. She said, "No need to waste words! Let's fight!"

Hai Xin Bing's eyes suddenly gave off a sharp light. She raised the long sword in her hand, her murderous deep shout echoing in the air, "In the name of Nether Realm!"

At this time, Hai Xin Bing shone like a star.

"In the name of Nether Realm!"

Everyone was motivated by her. All of the nervousness disappeared in this moment. Their blood boiled and their spirits rose! The army of three hundred thousand roared together, the waves of sound filling the surroundings!

Hai Xin Bing suddenly had a feeling, the matter was done!

The morale of the battalions had reached a peak. When the morale of three hundred thousand rose, no one would be able to reverse all this.

The person wearing the bronze mask on the other side suddenly stood up.

He stood on the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King as though he was standing above the clouds. He looked down from high up. He seemed to be looking at all life below.

The cold gaze was filled with disdain. The voice was not loud but could be heard over the entire field. The tsunami of cheers and shouts suddenly stopped.

"You, how do you qualify to invoke the name of the Nether Realm?"

Translator Ramblings: Lil' Cliffy makes a rare appearance.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Eight – When Did I Allow You To Use The Name of Nether Realm

The cold words were without any emotion.

Yet these words were like a basin of icy cold water that was poured over the three hundred thousand. The fire that had just started to burn in their minds were immediately extinguished.

The person wearing the mask looked at differently at them as though they were just ants in his eyes.

Terrible!

Many people's expressions became ugly. Of them, the great majority of them had been famed for many years. When had they been dismissed like this before?

They unconsciously balled their fists, their tendons bulging.

Zuo Mo's next words caused these experts that felt humiliated to lose their mind.

"When did I allow you to use the name of Nether Realm?"

The cold and aloof tone seemed to be describing an ordinary matter. However, the undisguised dominance and imperiousness was like a wild and sharp cold wind that swept across everyone's minds!

"Who do you think you are!"

A sudden shout came from the army. A figure like that of a wild beast suddenly charged like lightning towards Zuo Mo in the sky!

A powerful presence that was like a raging wave swept towards Zuo Mo.

Xiahou Zhi!

One of Hai Xin Bing's commanders, and the strongest of the four commanders of Northern Plains Ice Mansion! Of all the commanders in Northern Plains Ice Mansion, he was an extreme outlier. When people reached such a level of strength, there were rarely any that did not know how to lead battle formations, it was just a matter of skill level. Xiahou Zhi didn't understand any battle formations.

He was obsessed with personal strength, but due to this, his individual strength was powerful and only second to Hai Xin Bing in Northern Plains Ice Mansion.

He had a fiery temper and wasn't afraid of anything. Zuo Mo's words immediately set him off!

Boom!

The furious killing energy swept out. Midair, the air around Xiahou Zhi twisted. His body suddenly swelled and black smoke rose out of his body.

An astounding presence quickly strengthened rapidly in the black spoke.

There seemed to be a terrifying monster that was being formed inside the black smoke.

Soon, an enormous monster appeared in people's view.

Hiss!

Inhales of shock came in unison from the three hundred thousand.

This monster was too large. It stood in the air like a mountain. Just the pressure from the massive size was enough for people to lose their spirit.

The monster was covered in rich and deep colored tattoos. Its eyes were like two bottomless black holes. Its four limbs were short but strong, its body slightly arched. Its mouth was slightly open, and each fang was shrouded in thick black smoke. Its tail was over ten li long. When it moved in the air, it caused twisters.

An Mo's expression changed slightly. When this nether beast appeared, it gave him a strong feeling of danger!

Xiahou Zhi was not this strong!

This was An Mo's first reaction. The power that Xiahou Zhi showed right now matched his. Soon, An Mo's expression completely changed. The words flashed through his mind.

A kamikaze warrior!

Not good!

If an expert of this level disregarded injury and death, the danger they posed would become terrifying!

He hadn't thought that Xiahou Zhi was willing to die for Hai Xin Bing. This woman ... ...

An Mo gritted his teeth and was about to move forward. Of King's subordinates, he was the only one that was a match for Xiahou Zhi. An Mo's eyes flashed with fire.

As though he knew what An Mo was thinking, Zuo Mo raised an arm.

An Mo noticed King's signal and stilled. He had followed King for these few weeks and was familiar with King's signals. There was only one meaning of this signal. King was indicating that An Mo should not move forward.

What did King want to do?

King was slightly puzzled. Did King want to personally fight?

He trusted that King would not have a problem facing Xiahou Zhi based on the power that King had shown. However, if King took a long time with just Xiahou Zhi, then the presence that King had accumulated would disappear.

What was most important right now was presence.

But An Mo was disciplined and he knew from the experienced of the past days that King was definitely not a rash person. Many of King's seemingly illogical choices and decisions would create a fantastical result in the end.

An Mo knew that the results that seemed to be miracles could not be just explained by luck.

He stopped moving and suppressed his urgency. He looked curiously at King. He wanted to know how King would defeat this nether beast.

Zhu Nan Yue looked at the enormous beast in the sky and she was in slightly low spirits.

The Nether Lord's move was extremely tricky. The new king had accumulated his presence from the seven day advance and his presence was at a peak. Using Xiahou Zhi against An Mo or the new king would be able to blunt the enemy presence.

Zhu Nan Yue was almost sure that the nether lord didn't even hope that Xiahou Zhi would defeat the other. She only asked that Xiahou Zhi would reduce the other's presence by delaying the new king or An Mo.

If the other's presence stopped, their momentum would decrease and they could be ground to death by the three hundred thousand army.

For this delay, the Nether King even sacrificed such a strong expert.

This was like playing chess!

While Zhu Nan Yue felt that three hundred thousand was enough, but facing the unfathomable and mysterious new king, the Nether Lord was still cautious. In order to increase the chances of victory, she could pay any price.

The pressure this person gave the Nether Lord was too great!

Zhu Nan Yue and Xiahou Zhi were not close but they were both commanders of Northern Plains Ice Mansion. They were usually on good terms. Thinking that she would never see Xiahou Zhi again, her spirits fell.

But she quickly threw these emotions to the back of her mind and her gaze became calm again.

Xiahou Zhi was enough to make trouble for the enemy!

Zuo Mo's gaze was as cold as usual. The enormous beast in front of him did not cause his gaze to change. He looked on with indifference. He treated the enormous beast just as he had the three hundred thousand-strong army.

What no one knew was that Zuo Mo's lips was curved into a cold smile behind his mask.

He was too familiar with the desolate and vast presence that the enormous beast gave off.

A wasteland beast!

This enormous beast wasn't some nether beast, it was a wasteland beast! While its appearance was completely different compared to the wasteland beast Zuo Mo's Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art summoned, their presences were similar. What was different was this wasteland beast had a tinge of death to it.

This was a wasteland best that had died.

Such a pity!

Zuo Mo felt great pity. This wasteland beast still had such presence after death. How ferocious would it have been when it was alive.

Roar!

The nether wasteland beast suddenly opened its mouth and howled. A presence that caused people to tremble exploded!

It crouched slightly, its bottomless eyes stared at Zuo Mo and it appeared to prepare to pounce.

Zuo Mo's gaze turned cold.

He didn't even fear a true wasteland beast right now, much less a dead wasteland beast!

The other had used nether shen power to refine this wasteland beast. However, Zuo Mo saw with a glance that the refinement was not complete. This was expected. The wasteland beast had been the king of all ancient beasts. Even if it was dead, someone that was not god-level would not be able to refine it completely.

A wasteland beast that was not completely forged still had remnants of their instincts from their life. These instincts were the greatest enemy to those that tried to forge it.

This person that rushed out was burning shen power to suppress the remaining instincts of the wasteland beast.

Pity, he underestimated the instincts of a wasteland beast!

Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art moved on his fingertips. However, this time, what flickered on his fingers were threads of shen power!

A dot of dim light flew out of Zuo Mo's fingertip and entered the body of the wasteland beast.

The wasteland beast's body was so large. Compared to the enormous body, the speck of light was insignificant and seemed absurd. Did the new Nether King think to defeat such a powerful and big entity using that little bit of shen power?

Was his mind normal?

In order to face this terrifying monstrosity, one needed to use power that could upend the seas and tear down mountains. What was that rice-sized grain of light?

Many people had dismissive expressions.

However, in the sky, Hai Xin Bing's heart suddenly rose.

A bad feeling rose from her mind. She was the closest yet she did not understand what the mask-wearing person had constructed.

A move that even she could not understand... ...

Her heart sank slightly but she did not act. Xiahou Zhi's intelligence was not good, but his fighting strength was undoubted!

Yet the next scene caused everyone to lose their ability to speak. They gaped with wide eyes, their expressions frozen on their faces.

The mountainous wasteland beast trembled and spasmed violently. Threads of black smoke rose from its body. It trembled like dice, and ripples visible to the naked eye formed in the air.

Arr arr arr!

Angry howls that carried great pain spread like blasts of wind.

The ripples spread even faster. They contained great power and swept the entire battle formation. The mo who were slightly weaker felt their heads turn dizzy and their bodies wavered.

This awoke them out of their astonishment. They were astounded!

What was happening?

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh!"

Pained screams suddenly came out of the wasteland beast.

The faces of the people of Northern Plains Ice Mansion changed. Xiahou Zhi! This was Xiahou Zhi's voice!

Xiahou Zhi's wailing and screaming was filled with pain as though he was enduring great torture.

Soon, the screams weakened and then stopped.

The mountainous beast stopped shaking. Tiny light suddenly glimmered in the bottomless black eyes.

It suddenly roared, its four limbs pushing off to dive towards Zuo Mo.

Boom!

The enormous body was like the attack of thunder. The feeling of momentum it produced was terrifying! It was like a mountain coming down that nothing could stop!

"King, careful!" An Mo exclaimed. His expression changed drastically. This nether beast was faster than he imagined!

Zuo Mo did not seem to hear the warning. His body did not move.

The wasteland beast seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him. Such an enormous thing appearing without any warning caused people's hearts to stop beating. It was so close to Zuo Mo. Its eyes were only three zhang away from Zuo Mo.

Boom!

The sound of a sonic boom and the savage wind smashed towards Zuo Mo!

The upright figure on the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King did not move. Only that snowy-white hair was blown up by the savage wave of air!

In front of the wasteland beast's mountainous body, Zuo Mo was minuscule.

Suddenly, the wasteland beast bowed.

That man that seemed to be carved from stone finally moved. He raised his foot and stepped onto the nose of the wasteland beast.

The nose of the wasteland beast was like a wide mountain path leading to its head.

Walking along the wasteland beast's nose was like walking along a mountain path. He moved upwards.

The battlefield was silent, but communicated an intimidating power.

Complete silence.

When he walked onto the top of the wasteland beast's head and stopped, he turned and looked towards the battalion of three hundred thousand!

The crouched wasteland beast also stood up at the same time.

The three hundred thousand strong battalion suddenly grew smaller and smaller in his eyes. The wasteland beast took him higher. His vision was vaster than it had ever been. The strong wind in the air blew his snowy-white hair about.

He looked down on the enemies.

The bronze mask was still cold and indifferent just like the voice that echoed in the air.

"When did I permit you to use the name of Nether Realm?"

Note: It has been so long that Fang Xiang even changed the name of Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art in this chapter. But I'm keeping it rather than using the "Archaic Wasteland Beast Art" just for consistency.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo has left behind a lot of techniques but this is one he can still use. However, it is a bit of a way out for Fang Xiang. The main character just happened to have a technique that controls the evil monster.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Nine – Absolute Power

A deathly silence.

No one spoke. The army of three hundred thousand were like three hundred thousand wooden puppets. They couldn't make any sound at all. They looked into the sky that that seemingly untouchable figure that stood upright, his white hair blowing in the wind.

Suddenly, people had a feeling. The wasteland beast was tamed under his heel. Was like the world under his heel.

The cold and indifferent voice came from that faraway place and spread through all of Nether Realm.

This final battle would determine the future of Nether Realm and was watched by all of the people in Nether Realm. Countless people were transmitting what was happening here as mirages. Hai Xin Bing who had thought she had victory in her grasp had not removed these people. She wanted these people to watch how the glorious new king would fall. She wanted to defeat the new king in front of all of Nether Realm. Only then could she ascend to the throne!

Hai Xin Bing had no time to regret it.

She was also shocked by everything that had happened. That pair of ocean-blue eyes stared woodenly out of her face.

Only until that imperious voice concluded as though he was giving judgment.

"I am the Nether King. Only I, in all of Nether Realm, can use the name of Nether Realm!"

"Do not qualify!"

The voice held no warmth. Even now, his voice did not rise. There was no anger, no explosiveness, no emotion.

But this emotionless voice caused people to feel terrified.

Compared to the cold voice that did not rise, the presence of the man atop the wasteland beast started to rise.

For some reason, everyone felt relieved. That strange terror they felt lessened greatly.

Were they finally going to start to fight?

Good! At worst, they would die!

They completely didn't realize the change in their mentality.

Only a few noticed this change. Their expressions became terrible. The presence that the new king had created was so stunning that the confidence and morale of their side had decreased greatly. Originally, no matter what the new king did, it should not have happened. But Xiahou Zhi's explosive rush seemed to have been planned and had been flipped to built another stage for the new king.

But everyone knew that this had not been planned beforehand.

Even such a terrifying beast was prostrated under the feet of the new king. They had seen the entire process with their own eyes. The unfathomable presence of the king left an indomitable imprint on their minds.

Was this the presence of a king?

In the past, they didn't believe it. They thought that if they could use amass numbers to challenge and defeat the so-called king. But after seeing this scene, their resolve wavered.

Zhu Nan Yue shouted, "Be alert, we have three hundred thousand people!"

This shout was like a swat to the head that caused many to regain clarity. Yes! They were three hundred thousand! No matter how strong he was! Even if he had the enormous beast!

So what!

Three hundred thousand!

This was a force that was enough to change all of Nether Realm. How could it fail against one person?

How was it possible!

Their faces glowed again, their spirits recovering. The miracle in front of them, this legend, this unfathomably deep new king was only to add to the significance of their achievement.

However, their expressions soon became serious.

Such astounding presence!

The new king's presence surpassed the presence of Xiahou Zhi back when he had been burning shen power.

This was not strange. In everyone's minds, the new king's individual power was just below the old Nether King. He was a man that created the miracle of the seven day charge by his own power!

Yet what shocked them was that his presence was still rising!

Rising at an astounding speed!

He was like a fire burning hotter and brighter.

Ripples swept outwards like surging waves. Everywhere they passed, people's minds trembled. They could not avoid the terrifying presence.

His presence continued to rise!

Continued to rise!

Seriousness became fear, fear became terror. They looked up at the figure up high. They could not see clearly. The powerful presence that the new king released caused the air around him to twist violently. There seemed to be complex turbulent flows around him surging chaotically.

What was even more astonishing was the area of turbulence was still expanding.

Arr!

The wasteland beast suddenly gave an angry howl. Boom, a muffled sound came through the air. Its mountainous body started to become blurry and twisted.

A wave of air carrying powerful presence spread into the surroundings with the wasteland beast as the center.

As the two presences mixed together, the world seemed to lose color.

The three hundred thousand people paled.

What was even more inconceivable was that the presence of the man on top of the wasteland beast was still rising and showed no signs of slowing.

This was impossible!

Even a person as calm as Zhu Nan Yue could not maintain her composure. She looked in shock at the sky.

"This is impossible!"

She murmured. In the sky, the presence given off by that figure surpassed the limits of a mortal. In this moment, she had a feeling that what was in the sky was not a person, but a burning sun!

Was this his true power?

How could the power of a mortal reach this level?

There were no clouds in the sky, but the sky slowly darkened. Night descended.

Crack crack crack!

The ground cracked. The cracks started to stretch out like wounds in the earth. Even hard granite was like soft biscuits that easily cracked. In a blink, the ground was covered in a spiderweb of cracks.

That person's presence was still rising!

The terrifying presence weight on people's minds like a lead cloud. Each person found that they were gradually losing control of their body. Slight numbness was spreading through their bodies.

Terror and hopelessness uncontrollably spread through their minds.

Only the true experts knew that their bodies were not being control. The other's presence was so powerful that their bodies were instinctively protecting themselves.

This kind of instinctive self-protection was not in their control.

While they understood the cause, they were not relieved at all, but horrified. Just the presence being released was so stunning, then how strong was he?

Was there a person this strong in the world?

An Mo was stunned. Waves rippled through his heart.

King was so powerful!

King hadn't even used a fraction of his strength in the seven day miracle that people discussed so much! This conclusion caused An Mo to become slightly bewildered. Truthfully, even he was filled with pride at the incomprehensible seven-day advance.

In his opinion, this was a miracle that could not be copied. It would never appear again!

But when he saw King today, he found how laughable his pride was!

He finally learned what King's trump card was.

King's trump card was his unimaginable and absolute power!

This was King's trump card. King had never thought of using any schemes to resolve Hai Xin Bing's rebellion. From the start, King had decided to use absolute power to crush her!

No one had thought of it. An Mo had not thought of it. No one could imagine that one person's strength could supresss three hundred thousand.

They had never heard of this before.

But this scene that almost was impossible was happening right in front of them.

An Mo looked dumbly at the man giving off the terrifying presence in the sky.

Was this King?

The ground was vibrating constantly as though there was a terrifying monster underground that was moving.

Suddenly, pop, a stone the size of a fist broke free of the restraints of gravity and slowly floated upwards.

It set off a chain reaction. Pieces of rock broke free of the ground and floated towards the sky.

Everyone looked at the strange and intimidating scene.

The presence of the man on top of the wasteland beast was still rising!

Without any signs of slowing down!

They only felt terror. Other than terror, there was nothing else. Even Hai Xin Bing!

The vast and endless presence were like relentless waves that spread outwards.

A hundred li, a thousand li ... ...

Until it covered this entire jie!

At this time, the Nether King River that was at the center seemed to be approaching an apocalyptic level event. Fragments of stone floated in the air like stars. The Nether King River had stopped flowing and was completely solidified. The restless air twisted everything as though it was the center of a whirlwind. Everything within a hundred li was completely blurry.

Only that cold bronze mask, those indifferent eyes of a deity, were so clear that they reached people's minds.

Zuo Mo opened his hand. There was a square golden box lying in his hand.

[King's Domain]!

Zuo Mo threw [King's Domain] into the air.

[King's Domain] exploded in a ball of light.

The world suddenly calmed down.

The whirlwind disappeared, the terrifying presence disappeared, the twisted ripples disappeared.

Everyone was situated in the middle of an endless galaxy shen glyphs. All kinds of shen glyphs of different colors, an ocean that was endless. At the center of this shen glyph sea, an enormous golden sun slowly revolved. The sun's surface spat out thick golden flames in a spectacular show.

This shen glyph galaxy was so vast that the three hundred thousand people within it were still small.

Silence, a deathly silence.

Hai Xin Bing's face was ashen and bloodless.

She suddenly thought of the Battle of the Central Plains from the rumors ... god-level!

The legendary god-level!

She looked dazedly at this vast and hope-crushing shen glyph galaxy. She suddenly found her ambition was laughable. Her struggles, her plans, all the effort she put in. In front of the other's absolute power, all of this became the best performance stage, the greatest stepping stone, the magnificent background for the legend of the new king.

Her body trembled violently. Her pride cut at her heart and to her bones.

Since she had already failed, then she would fail completely!

Hai Xin Bing suddenly raised her face and showed a sorrowful smile.

She suddenly leapt towards the figure on top of the wasteland beast.

Translator Ramblings: I cannot remember a major battle in this story where Zuo Mo outclassed his opponent by so much.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety – Hai Xin Bing's Death

Zuo Mo looked indifferently at the charging Hai Xin Bing.

He was in a strange state at the moment. He felt as if he was a completely different person. He seemed to be possessed. His mind was unusually calm as though nothing in the world could affect him.

He did not panic facing Hai Xin Bing's final attack before her death.

In the ten years he wandered the endless void, he had accumulated ten whole years of ideas and reflection. When his shen power recovered, the accumulation of the ten years was like a volcano that had waited a long time and then erupted!

He was more powerful now than the Tian Huan Chief Elder had been back then.

Also, he had forged a top shen device like [King's Domain].

The Chief Elder's shen glyph sea had given Zuo Mo great inspiration. Zuo Mo was also skilled in shen glyphs as well. In the past, Chief Elder had been more skilled than he was, but now, Zuo Mo was undoubtedly the most skilled in shen glyphs. In the tens years of exploring the endless void, he had seen countless shen glyphs, more than Chief Elder had.

This shen glyph galaxy was a step beyond Chief Elder's shen glyph sea. This place was completely made from shen glyphs, including the Chief Elder's shen glyphs, and the glyphs from the endless void.

There were no seal scripts.

Also, Zuo Mo had a far more heterogeneous knowledge than Chief Elder. For example, his shen power was the sun shen methodology, one of the strongest shen methodologies of the ancient era.

[King's Domain] combined the best of all he learned.

Hai Xin Bing was blocked.

The one that stopped her was the Black Gold Seal Soldier.

At this time, the Black Gold Seal Soldier was completely transformed. His body flashed with armor made from shen glyphs, as though he was wearing a grand costume. These shen glyphs flashed with different colors, some deep blue, some burning red, and some golden yellow. All kinds of light mixed. However, it was not chaotic, but indescribably balanced and beautiful.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of spectators, the Black Gold Seal Soldier put in great effort.

"Born to battle!"

The authoritative and deep shout was like an ancient war god. His eyes flashed with dark gold light that were intimidating and murderous.

His arms were brought together, his fists crossed. The right fist was wrapped by an icy blue shen glyph while the left fist was wrapped in a burning red shen glyph. When the two smashed together a great and blinding light was created.

The shattered icy blue and burning red fragments smashed together like shards of ice and sparks of fire.

Woosh!

The two streams of fragments twisted together like two dragons of blue and red that twisted together and leapt towards Hai Xin Bing.

Hai Xin Bing did not dodge. Viciousness flashed through her eyes. A layer of blue light lit up on the blue sword in her hand. She opened her hand and the long sword howled towards the red and blue fragments. Her body suddenly disappeared from the air, and immediately appeared at the side of the Black Gold Seal Soldier.

A glint of cunning flashed through the eyes of the Black Gold Seal Soldier.

Four shen glyphs appeared around Hai Xin Bing the moment she had appeared. The light of the four shen glyphs flowed with red, yellow, green, and white rays of light. Each shone on Hai Xin Bing.

Hai Xin Bing felt her body was trapped in a bog.

The Black Gold Seal Soldier was cunning to start with. After facing the hardships of the past ten years, he had become the most sensitive of the little ones towards openings and opportunities in battle.

Without any hesitation, he charged towards Hai Xin Bing.

The shen glyph galaxy was mentally connected to Zuo Mo. The Black Gold Seal Soldier was like a fish in water in this space. The strength of all of his skills multiplied.

He appeared next to Hai Xin Bing, raising his fists to throw towards Hai Xin Bing!

The shen glyphs on his fists and arm suddenly lit up with blinding light. There seemed to be a flowing ball of light that shot towards Hai Xin Bing.

Hai Xin Bing had the resolve to die and did not dodge. The long sword in her hand pointed in the direction of Black Gold Seal Soldier's fist of light.

A rice-sized grain of icy blue light lit up at the tip of Hai Xin Bing's sword. The blue light suddenly exploded in front of the Black Gold Seal Soldier!

An extremely cold presence swept out like a windstorm.

The Black Gold Seal Soldier's expression changed slightly. His charging body twisted without warning and disappeared from his spot.

Across the battlefield blue snowflakes gently floated down. The hexagonal blue snowflakes added a contrasting fragility to the shen glyph galaxy. The icy blue snowflakes spread rapidly through the shen glyph galaxy..

Hai Xin Bing stood with her sword, her long hair blowing in the wind, as the snowflakes fell around her. Her gaze was as determined as iron as she channelled shen power into her sword.

The wind and snow became even stronger. Under her feet, glowing ice silently spread outwards.

In a blink, a thousand li was sealed in ice.

The shen glyphs that were sealed by ice were dim.

The flames of hope once again lit up in the eyes of many people. They saw the hope of victory again from Hai Xin Bing's display of power.

The Black Gold Seal Soldier was angry!

He had actually made a mistake in front of so many people!

The proud Black Gold Seal Soldier howled. The shen glyph that covered his chest suddenly lit up with red light.

At the center of the shen glyph galaxy, that enormous sun that spat out red tongue of fire which shot out a ruler-straight line of fire. The burning red line of fire was the thickness of an arm and as fast as lightning. It immediately reached the Black Gold Seal Soldier and accurately struck the shen glyph at the center of his chest.

The line of fire entered the shen glyph.

Viciousness flashed through the Black Gold Seal Soldier's eyes. His body bowed slightly, his eyes extremely wide as his cheeks puffed out.

Woosh!

The Black Gold Seal Soldier spewed forth a stream of red flames.

When the red flames landed on the ground, the glacial ice layer quickly melted.

The fire inside the Black Gold Seal Soldier's stomach seemed to stream endlessly. He maintained his posture as he continued to breathe fire out of his mouth.

The bright red flames were like a moving snake which moved as it pleased along the ice layer.

The sound of the flames burning masked all other sounds.

The endless black void of the sky, the shen glyph ocean of stars, the wall of red flames that burned along the ice, the icy blue snowflakes that hadn't even fallen before they were consumed by the flames.

These flowing flames did not show any signs of weakening.

Hai Xing Bing had a calm expression but she was dispirited inside. She, a Nether Lord, couldn't even defeat a seal soldier?

And she had actually dared to challenge him for the throne, how laughable was this?

That dot of cold light had been the Ice Plains Shen Breath that she had harvest from the depths of the Northern Ice Desolate Plains. That shen breath had been and entity of extreme cold. She had spent great effort in forging it, and had thought it could seal all things.

She hadn't expected ... ...

Was the difference between god-level and non god-level so great?

She felt extremely bitter.

The bright red flames were domineering and burning. It was shen fire of higher quality than her Ice Plains Shen Breath.

The other's seal soldier had only shen fire and the power of the shen glyphs to stop the Ice Plains Ice Breath. An attack that she was had to burn her shen power to release.

She accepted her complete defeat. She was suppressed in all aspects.

The vast and burning presence that mask-wearing man had been exuding disappeared. His presence, the presence of the wasteland beast, they merged into one with this shen glyph galaxy.

He was nowhere, but seemed to be everywhere.

Hai Xin Bing felt unspeakably uncomfortable. His presence before had furiously grown as though there was no end. That had stunned her. Now, this omnipresent feeling did not make her feel terror but defeated.

When there was a large difference, you would be shocked. But when there was such a great difference, it was not so shocking.

The other used countless shen glyphs to transform a jie. The difference in cultivation was exposed in front of her.

The difference in shen power would not have caused her to lose her resolve. She felt hopeless because of the difference in cultivation.

Her burning shen power continued to flow into her sword. However, the rate that the ice plains spread could not keep up with the speed the other's shen fire flowed. The bright red flames were as unstoppable as a prairie fire.

She really was a failure ... ...

She didn't even have the ability to battle with the enemy ... ...

When her last thread of shen power was used up, the ice plains suddenly stopped expanding and were immediately consumed by the flames. A flower of ice appeared at Hai Xin Bing's forehead. In a blink, the frost consumed her body.

She turned into a life-like statue of ice.

Crack crack crack!

Countless cracks appeared on the ice statue like a spiderweb.

Snap!

The ice statue completely shattered into pieces of ice and were completely consumed by the burning fire that came.

A Nether Lord, the leader of the three hundred thousand strong army, Hai Xin Bing disappeared completely from the world like this.

So simply, so easily.

From beginning to end, the new king did not act.

Endless darkness, the shen glyph galaxy, the astounding great presence of the enormous sun. The entire jie was taken over.

Everyone that happened was so unrealistic as though it was a dream.

"Surrender or die."

The cold voice echoed in every person's minds. There was no pride, no happiness, just the same indifferent calmness.

Bam, someone's mo weapon landed on the ground. It caused a chain reaction as the sound of mo weapons being thrown away clattered out.

After seeing Hai Xin Bing's death, their last bit of spirit to resolve was completely shattered.

Zhu Nan Yue's face was covered in tears but she did not shout something like 'revenge for the Nether Lord'. She knew that resisting now would have no meaning except for wasting lives.

Beside her, all of the commanders of Northern Plain Ice Mansion had ashen faces.

They knew, everything was finished.

They silently threw away the mo weapons in their hands. No one could stop this person. He alone could kill all of them because he alone, could destroy this jie.

But for some reason, even they, while they felt sad, also felt relieved of a great burden.

–They finally did not have to be enemies against him.

This battle caused the reputation of the new king to reach a peak and surpass the old Nether King. Almost all of Nether Realm had seen this astounding battle. No one doubted the new king's qualifications to ascend to the throne. Anyone able to defeat an army of three hundred thousand alone qualified.

After a short silence, the Nether Realm boiled and descended into an unprecedented celebration.

God-level!

Their king was god-level!

The only god-level in the world!

Their king was the strongest of the world!

All of their unrest was swept away, all of their fear disappeared. The battle of the Central Plains had show people how powerful god-level was. However, in that battle, the Chief Elder of Tian Huan that had just entered god-level had died, and up until now, no new god-level had appeared.

But now, the Nether King was the first to possess a god-level, their king.

People started to dream. The Nether realm would become more prosperous under the leadership of the new king. All the leaders of Nether Realm's various factions were travelling day and night towards Nether King Palace to pay homage to the new king, to be present when he ascended to the throne, and to personally swear their fealty.

Countless experts gathered towards Nether King Palace.

In the minds of the people of Nether Realm, King was fated to become a legend!

Was there anything more exciting than following a ruler like this?

The Nether Realm that had been showing signs unrest, internal discord, and approaching civil war was renewed, and filled with vitality.

Translator Ramblings: Slightly late today but better than never. Twenty five more to go!

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety One – New King, Old King

After finally completely what he had promised Shi, Zuo Mo sighed in relief.

He hadn't worried too much about succeeding to the throne. With his god-level cultivation, he was already one of the strongest in the world. The matter had gone smoother than he had expected. He had considered what he would do in the worst-case scenario. If he could not get the army of three hundred thousand to submit, he would lock the entire jie.

Of course, that was the worst-case scenario. This was because these three hundred thousand were the elite of Nether Realm. If he killed them all, Nether Realm would be greatly weakened. Zuo Mo did not have anything against killing them, but he did not kill needlessly.

Their surrender was the best result, it left the Nether Realm's strength intact.

This result was so good it was unexpected. He had to consider the next step.

Other than An Mo, Liang Wei, and the others, no one knew his status as the king of Mo Cloud Sea. He realised that this was a great opportunity.

Right now, he had not thought of how to use this secret.

Suddenly, the cheers outside interrupted his thoughts. His mind moved, and everything happening outside appeared in his mind.

There were numerous people gathered on both sides of the road. The crowd moved along the road and stretched out endlessly.

Where the chariot passed, people fell to their knees. The calls of "All Hail The King" rose up constantly.

An Mo and the battalion that accompanied him stood upright with proud expressions.

Zuo Mo was slightly shocked.

Even in Mo Cloud Sea, he would not be greeted with such a grandiose parade, even as founder of Mo Cloud Sea. This was due to the difference in the two cultures. The main members of Mo Cloud Sea were xiuzhe. Xiuzhe usually gathered in sects and meaning even at the best of times they were not truly united. As a result, xiuzhe did not have a king. For the mo, they were at their most prosperous and strongest when a powerful king appeared. In their hearts, the position of king was sacred. For the majority of mo, a King was their hope, he was the person that they could follow with their life.

The new king's powerful display caused all of Nether Realm to be filled with optimism towards the future.

Whenever a strong king appeared among the mo, it was usually when the mo were the strongest.

When the troops reached the perimeter of Nether King Palace, the palace was surrounded by an ocean of people. The leaders of all the factions from all over Nether Realm, big or small, had gathered here. They became excited when they saw the troops of the new king.

Zuo Mo stepped off of the chariot. The an endless sea of people that stretched out before him was shocking.

The tsunami of cheers caused every person to uncontrollably tremble. An Mo and the others were extremely excited. They were filled with pride and glory at seeing such a scene.

"All Hail The King!"

Someone shouted. More and more people raised their arms and shouted. The shouts gathered into a flood. Even the ground trembled.

"All Hail The King!"

"All Hail The King!"

People shouted at the top of their lungs as though they didn't now exhaustion.

Zuo Mo stood on the chariot. Still wearing the bronze mask, he seemed to be the moon surrounded by the stars and brilliant in his light [1]. He looked around. His gaze swept across people's faces. He saw their hopes towards the future, he saw their reverence of him, he saw the pride and excitement on their faces.

Suddenly, something seemed to weight heavily on his heart.

Starting today, he would lead them, he would become their king.

He took a breath and swore, "In the name of Nether King, I will protect this land!"

Only half of Shi's body remained. He heard Zuo Mo's oath. He knew that Zuo Mo was making a promise to him.

Shi showed an ugly smile. He let go of his last worry. There was only half of his body left.

Turning his head, he looked at the empty and large hall. He said to himself, "Let us do one last thing."

Shi's presence suddenly erupted.

His body released a starry light. The half of his body that remained quickly disappeared. At the same time, five familiar presences in five corners of Nether Realm shot into the sky.

Shi's face had a holy light. There was a small smile at the corner of his lips. He said softly, "Thank you all!"

The blinding light quickly consumed his body. The light that shot into the sky covered all of Nether Realm.

His expression was dignified and stern. "We six are willing to use our crippled bodies and incomplete souls to forever guard Nether Realm. Abandoning reincarnation, to return to chaos, to pray for peace!"

Boom!

The blinding light instantly swallowed Shi.

There were only whispers left in the air.

"... ... to pray for peace ... ..."

Six pillars of light in Nether Realm shot into the sky and disappeared.

The large hall was completely empty.

Zuo Mo suddenly raised his head.

He felt Shi's presence!

"... ... to pray for peace ... ..." He seemed to whisper by Zuo Mo's ear, but in a blink, Shi's presence disappeared.

Suddenly, a rice-sized dot of light appeared on Zuo Mo's face. It was cold, but filled with shen power.

Countless white dots came down from the sky like a beautiful fall of snow.

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "This thing can increase shen power!"

People immediately became excited. They flew into the air and chased after these dots of light.

At the same time, the dots of light came like snow in every jie of Nether Realm.

Zuo Mo's spirits immediately dropped. He had been prepared mentally for Shi's death, but when it truly occurred, Zuo Mo could not stop grieving.

Shi was a unique existence to Zuo Mo. He had unparalleled power. Of all the experts Zuo Mo ever saw, Shi stood at the very top, but an expert like this was filled with love towards this land.

Zuo Mo had never felt that kind of deep emotion from anyone else.

And in the end ... ...

In the eyes of many people, a worldly apparition like this appearing as the new king ascended to the throne proved even more just how extraordinary the new king was.

The rain of light continued for three days and nights.

All of Nether Realm partied wildly for these three days and nights.

When the figures of five people appeared in front of Zuo Mo, Zuo Mo could not control his emotions any longer and his vision blurred.

"Young Master!' A Gui sobbed as she charged into Zuo Mo's arms just like back when they were small children.

Zuo Mo's tears flowed down his face. He couldn't speak. He could only pat A Gui's back.

After recovering, A Gui lost that wooden face. She was a strong person and she quickly noticed her loss of composure. She was slightly embarrassed and broke free of Zuo Mo's arms. However, two tracks of tears still remained on her face.

"Shidi!" Wei Sheng looked at Zuo Mo was red-rimmed eyes.

This man who was like steel was also overwhelmed with emotion. When he awoke and saw the five shen wood coffins and thought of how Shidi had dragged the five shen wood coffins to roam the endless void for ten years, he could imagine the hardship!

"Eldest Shixiong!" Zuo Mo was also excited.

The two exchanged a hard hug.

Luo Li stood next to Wo Li, having manifested into tangibility. Right now, he had broken free of the limitation of his technique. Both existing, neither a shadow. He was also excited. "Shixiong!"

Zuo Mo looked at Luo Li and smield. "Now Shidi finally gets his wish and can be together with Wo Li."

Luo Li hadn't thought that Zuo Mo would tease him. His face flushed red. Wo Li, on the other hand was not embarrassed. While she still didn't have a smile on her face, she was not as cold as before.

"Daren!" Zong Ru tried to keep his voice calm but Zuo Mo still heard the trembling and excitement.

Zuo Mo punched Zong Ru and said with a laugh, "Good good good!"

Of everyone, the calmest was Ceng Lian'er. She still looked unaffected. When she found Zuo Mo's gaze land on her, she blinked her eyes and said, "You have already become Nether King, why don't you become the Hundred Savage's King?"

Zuo Mo hadn't expected that Ceng Lian'er would open with this. He stilled.

"The relationship between our Hundred Savage Realm and you is closer than that of Nether Realm. It is good that you became the Nether King, but you cannot favor one Realm over the other. My father is still in Hundred Savage Realm." Ceng Lian'er blinked as she spoke.

Zuo Mo's mind refocused. He said with a snicker, "I was thinking about this."

Yes, Zuo Mo had thought about this.

Before, Zuo Mo had thought about how to use his status as Nether King. He thought of Hundred Savage Realm. If he used his status as Nether King to attack Hundred Savage Realm, the resistance he would encounter would be far lower than if he attacked Hundred Savage Realm as Mo Cloud Sea.

Because Nether Realm and Hundred Savage Realm were both populated by mo, the people of Hundred Savage Realm would not be as resistant to him as the Nether King. But if he attacked Hundred Savage Realm as Mo Cloud Sea, it would be easy to cause the mo to resist.

In these past few days, he had pondered the situation of Hundred Savage Realm. The Mo Shen Temple was the strongest of Hundred Savage Realm. Both The Mo Marshals Alliance and the Heroes Alliance had declined to ally with the Mo Shen Temple, meaning Mo Shen Temple still had a ways to go to unite Hundred Savage Realm.

For him, this was undoubtedly a great opportunity.

The power of Nether Realm had not been significantly damaged in this fight for the throne. If Nether Realm fought against Mo Shen Temple, the chances of victory were high. Using the authority of the new king to gather all to take down Hundred Savage Realm. Even if they just took the Mo Marshals Alliance and Heroes Alliance to squeeze the Mo Shen Temple's space, that would be beneficial for Nether Realm.

Once his status as the king of Mo Cloud Sea was exposed, it would not be so easy to do such a thing. No one would sit by and watch as a titan took form and grew stronger. The Mo Shen Temple wouldn't, Kun Lun wouldn't, and even the yao wouldn't.

They would ally together. Then they would be truly surrounded by enemies.

If he fought against Hundred Savage Realm using the status of Nether King, that was an internal conflict among the mo. Kun Lun would be wary but not to the same extent once his identity was revealed, the yao would not interfere. Fighting between yaomo were rare, and so the yao would not interfere.

Also, Ming Yue Ye was still too busy with her own affairs.

If they could take down Hundred Savage Realm, and he became the king of the mo, along with Mo Cloud Sea, his strength would be undefeatable. Even Kun Lun would become the second power.

At worse, he would just take over the Mo Marshal Alliance. That way, the Nether Realm's territory would be connected to Mo Cloud Sea, and an enormous faction would form.

Also, Zuo Mo still had other contingency plans.

[1] Editor's Note: Not how it works. But ya... okay poetic language.

Translator Ramblings: There's one realm done. I'm not sure how good Fang Xiang is at writing political machinations and overall politics. That might be one reason he is going so fast since what is left is essentially politics at taking over the world.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Two – Planning and Movement

Compared to the past, Kun Lun was more prosperous and populated.

In these years, Kun Lun had grown much stronger and was the strongest in the world. The battle generals, led by Xue Dong they fought on all fronts, and expanded Kun Lun's territories greatly.

But Xue Dong was not in a good mood. The shidi were all discussing the battle of Nether King River.

The entire world was astonished by the battle of Nether King River. It was the first time people saw how strong god-level was. Even a top battle general like Xue Dong couldn't help but feel hopeless when he saw that kind of power. He thought of many methods, but right now, nothing could rival a god-level.

God-level could destroy a jie and easily move away.

Xue Dong could not solve this problem.

He had calculated. If the development of shen power increased by the day, and the average level of battalion members increased by two power ranks, or they had more than five that were pseudo god-level experts, they might be able to match a god-level. [1]

But these two were both implausible. His battalion already had the most accomplished disciples of Kun Lun. They presented the strongest of the disciples. Increasing their cultivation by two levels would take a decade. And five pseudo god-levels were even more implausible. Right now, Kun Lun, after a more than a decade of cultivation, only possessed two pseudo god-levels.

When Lin Qian had fled from the Central Plains and returned to Kun Lun, he had spoken to Xue Dong about the strength of god-level. Xue Dong had not completely believed him back then. How could the power of one person reach such a terrifying level?

Yet after he saw the entire battle of Nether King River, Xue Dong couldn't rest for a few nights.

He could not think of any method that would match the new Nether King.

They had thought that Nether Realm would fall into chaos for a while, but after seeing the mirage, Xue Dong knew that Nether Realm would not descend into chaos.

In these past years, he had always thought of Mo Cloud Sea as the enemy. Mo Cloud Sea had expanded rapidly in the past decade. While Xue Dong was wary, he was not scared. Kun Lun's overall power was far greater than Mo Cloud Sea.

The fact that Zuo Mo had disappeared for ten years was fatal for Mo Cloud Sea. From the intelligence the spies passed along, Mo Cloud Sea's internal politics were becoming more unstable. The conflict between the old and the new factions was increasing by the day.

Lil' Miss Gongsun was a strong battle general, but he was not an outstanding ruler. As time moved along, Mo Cloud Sea would gradually split. That would be the time when Kun Lun would consume them.

In Xue Dong's view, Mo Cloud Sea was a fruit that was maturing by the day. When the time came, it would be easily plucked.

Suddenly, a Nether King came out of nowhere and was so strong. Xue Dong felt strong danger. With the new Nether King's power, he definitely would not be willing to just stay in Nether Realm.

As his mind moved, Xue Dong's expression immediately became ugly.

Hundred Savage Realm!

If the new Nether King moved, the first would definitely be Hundred Savage Realm! Xue Dong was a top battle general and knew the intelligence on all the factions. He almost immediately judged that the Hundred Savage Realm that was in chaos would not be able to stop the Nether King's advance.

The Nether King had a high chance of becoming the first king to unite the mo in ten thousand years.

Xue Dong understood the mo well. If that event really occurred, all of the mo would become unprecedentedly powerful. The mo did not like internal conflict. If the old Nether King had not aged, Hai Xin Bing would never rebelled. The mo were the most disciplined of the three races. Their enthusiasm and reverence of the King came from the cultural traditions stretching back to the ancient era.

Damn it!

The Nether King that united the mo would become the greatest obstacle to Kun Lun uniting the world.

At this time, an astounding sword essence suddenly erupted from the back mountain.

Xue Dong stilled and his mind rang.

Eldest Shixiong!

He charged out of the room, and saw the figure releasing stunning sword essence in the sky.

Two words jumped into Xue Dong's mind

–God-level!

Lin Qian was out of seclusion!

He has god-level!

The information spread through the xiuzhe realm under Kun Lun's deliberate machination. All of the factions were alarmed. Kun Lun was powerful to begin with. Everyone had just seen the power of god-level, and now Lin Qian came out of seclusion.

Kun Lun's news immediately overtook the Nether realm.

Unlike Nether Realm, Kun Lun had been the strongest sect in the world in the last thousands of years. Right now, they did not show any signs of decline, but grew even stronger.

Now that Lin Qian came out as a god-level expert, it pushed Kun Lun to an unprecedented level.

Kun Lun once again became the faction most likely to unite the world in people's eyes.

What was most shocking was Mi Nan announcing that all of South Tian Huan was siding with Kun Lun. After Tian Huan had split into North and South Tian Huan, they had continued to decline. However, South Tian Huan that was ruled by Mi Nan still possessed almost half of the original Tian Huan's territories.

As Mi Nan joined Kun Lun's side, Kun Lun's power increased to a stunning level.

Kun Lun held over two realms.

And Mo Cloud Sea was shy of one realm. Li Xian'er's North Tian Huan had half a realm. The other factions such as Gu Liang Dao, and the four Minor Dhyana Sects shared half of a realm.

Even if the Nether King took over Hundred Savage Realm, they would just match Kun Lun.

They had the strongest god-level, they had three top battle generals, Xue Dong, Mu Xuan, and Mi Nan, they had a territory of two realms

Kun Lun's top position had taken form.

Yang Yuan Hao was not in a good mood.

Lin Qian become god-level and Mi Nan siding with Kun Lun immediately caused the situation to become terrible. Kun Lun was truly too powerful, so powerful it was hopeless.

Gu Liang Dao's spirits could not compare to before his losses to Xue Dong. While he had worked hard, there was not much improvement. Li Xian Er and the others had fought constantly with Mi Nan these years. They most likely had used up most of their wealth.

Mi Nan was most likely in the same situation so when he heard that Lin Qian had advanced to god-level, he did not hesitate in siding with Kun Lun.

Even Yang Yuan Hao had to admit that Mi Nan was a clever character. He had good judgement, and more importantly, he could put his face aside.

Yang Yuan Hao grimed inside. He couldn't do it. The Nine Great Dhyana Sects had split, with five siding with Kun Lun. And the four Minor Dhyana Sects had not.

Yang Yuan Hao knew that both he, Gu Liang Dao, and Li Xian Er didn't have the ability to fight Kun Lun.

The only one that could match Kun Lun for a while was Mo Cloud Sea.

The pity was that there still wasn't any news of Zuo Mo. Mo Cloud Sea had serious problems internally. Lin Qian had also reached god-level. Yang Yuan Hao also concluded in this era that a god-level expert was unstoppable.

This really was a problem!

Yang Yuan Hao rubbed his head with a headache. He could not put his face aside to side with Lin Qian. For some reason, he did not like Kun Lun's conduct.

If only Zuo Mo was still here. He sighed inside. He suddenly missed that rascally and greedy character.

Suddenly, a paper crane appeared in his room.

Yang Yuan Hao's eyes landed on the paper crane and he stilled. This paper crane seemed familiar.

Was this someone he knew? He thought as he reached out. The paper crane flew into his hand. He unfolded the paper crane. A ray of light flew out of the paper crane. Inside the light, a figure appeared.

Yang Yuan Hao seemed to be struck by lightning. His eyes were wide as he looked in disbelief at the face in the ball of light.

Zuo Mo!

This person was still alive!

While Zuo Mo's hair had turned completely white, he still recognized at a glance that this person was Zuo Mo.

"Brother Yuan Hao, long time no see!'

Yang Yuan Hao was completely stunned.

Gu Liang Dao was in a daze. There were streaks of white in his hair. He had been defeated soundly by Xue Dong in the fight for Xi Xuan.

His hopes of taking over Xi Xuan also had failed.

After the war, he had given up a larger portion of the territory than he planed. One was to thank Gongsun Cha for coming to his aid, the other was because he knew he did not have the strength to manage so many jie.

That defeat at Xi Xuan was a far greater blow to him that one could imagine. He had almost completely given up due to that defeat.

When he heard the news that Lin Qian had reached god-level and Mi Nan had sided with Kun Lun came, his mood quickly became terrible.

The situation was worsening.

Kun Lun was now so strong it seemed hopeless. In front of god-level experts, the so called forts and defense lines were a joke. And in terms of top level battle generals, Kun Lun had an astounding team.

The other factions had more battle generals in terms of numbers, but they fought for themselves. They lacked a person who could unite them.

It would be good if Brother Zuo Mo was still alive.

Pity, the heavens envied those with talent.

Gu Liang Dao took a deep breath. He knew that their situation would become worse and worse until even taking a step back would be difficult.

In his view, the final battle for the world would most likely between Lin Qian and the Nether King. Now, it was to see if it was Lin Qian who first united the Four Realms, or the Nether King to first unite the yaomo. In Gu Liang Dao's eyes, Kun Lun had the advantage.

Without Brother Zuo Mo, Mo Cloud Sea would have a difficult time stopping Kun Lun in their tracks.

Suddenly, he raised his head. A paper crane appeared nearby.

Gu Liang Dao froze where he was as though he had been struck by lightning.

This paper crane ... ... was from Brother Zuo Mo!

Brother Zuo Mo was still alive!

Gu Liang Dao was filled with joy. In this moment, all of the clouds over his mind were swept away. Even the fight against the colossal Kun Lun did not seem so hopeless.

His hands trembled as he impatiently unfolded the paper crane.

That familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Shidi, don't worry," Wei Sheng's expression was solemn. "With us present, we will not allow Kun Lun to take one step into Mo Cloud Sea."

Luo Li, Wo Li, Zong Ru, and Ceng Lian'er nodded. They would go back to Mo Cloud Sea as fast as they could. Only A Gui was staying with Zuo Mo.

Lin Qian coming out of seclusion and Mi Nan taking sides immediately caused Mo Cloud Sea to be in a dangerous situation.

Once Kun Lun finished organizing, they would gather their forces and head for Mo Cloud Sea.

"I will act with speed on on my side,' Zuo Mo said with seriousness.

His preparations had finished, and an enormous net was created.

Zuo Mo new that starting today, they were entering the true final battle.

It was time to make their move.

Translator Ramblings: For today, my ramblings come before WanderingGummiOfDoom as he has some speculations about the ending. I didn't give him the next few chapters until yesterday so he had a lot of time to think ... ...

[1] Editor's Note:

You really have to wonder how all these 10 year old chess pieces are going to move.

(1) Mo = 4 factions; the largest is the Nether Realm. We know Zuo Mo will conquer them... but how long will that take? Will it be fast enough for their allies to survive?

(2) Yao = 2-3 factions; the largest is Ming Yi Yue's faction, with a mole of Youqin Lin. How much control does Youqin Lin have and how much will it matter? Zuo Mo only has a grudge with Kun Lun as far as I can remember.

(3) Xiuzhe = 6 factions, biggest being Kun Lun with 2 realms but Mo Cloud Sea has a secret alliance with Gu Liang Dao and Yang Yuan Hao, according to this chapter puts them at 1 realm. They have a mole in the 5 dyhana sects that sided with Kun Lun (Zong Ru's disciple), even then converting 1 sect doesn't really matter on this scale.

(4) Now that South Tian Huan has sided with Kun Lun, North Tian Huan is guaranteed to be defeated without support. South Tian Huan with Kun Lun support is going to steam roll an exhausted North Tian Huan. The question is would North Tian Huan be willing to submit to Kun Lun or will their 10 year grudge mean that they would rather Mo Cloud Sea? Their crafting skills are valuable to Kun Lun. So joining Kun Lun is more likely, since they could guarantee their survival.

This all assumes the only reason North Tian Huan would join the losing side is because Zuo is publically revealed as the Nether King... otherwise there would be no reason for anyone to have faith in Mo Cloud Sea's prospects. Wei Sheng and co's reappearance and survival would reveal Zuo Mo's survival, but they still wouldn't have revealed any way to fight against Lin Qian. Meaning siding with Mo Cloud Sea is prolonging the inevitable, they need a god level expert to deter/counter Lin Qian. Even then, I don't think Zuo Mo can win, FX has hinted at this pretty heavily already.

Conclusion/Guess: Hundred Savage Realm is weakened from a decade of war, but knows the Nether King is targeting them... Zuo Mo will act quickly and beat the Mo Marshal Alliance. Bei Han killed the Mo Marshal Alliances two top generals way back... so they won't have anyone that can stand up to Liang Wei -who is a general comparable to Gongsun Cha as pointed out by a random tidbit. But this will give the Mo Gods and Heroes' Alliance time to ally in resistance. Liang Wei will face off with the Mo God battle general which leads to a battle of attrition. One of the Mo Gods was randomly mentioned to be a top tier general a few chapters ago, so that will counter Liang Wei and if there is one in the Heroes' Alliance then that will prevent any quick victory even with their overwhelming numbers. Meaning Zuo Mo will only manage to connect his territories before running out of time-which again was another random tidbit dropped in this chapter.

Mo Cloud Sea alliance will be formed in response to Kun Lun's new powers. Lin Qian will begin killing Mo Cloud Sea's allies while Wei Sheng and co try and surprise and trap him, this leads to an uprising in Mo Cloud Sea. Up rising forces Zuo Mo to reveal his identity as the Nether King. This prompts North Tian Huan to join Mo Cloud Sea-because paper cranes are preferable to traitors. So Mo Cloud Sea Mo Realms allies holdings = 3 to 3.5ish realms after allies losses and Kun Lun with 2.5 to 3ish realms.

Since Zuo Mo is revealed and is required to deter Lin Qian he returns to Mo Cloud Sea territory, he will need his battle generals to fight the Mo. The additional forces will beat the Mo Gods bringing Mo Cloud Sea up to 4 ish realms, and form a balance between 3 powers. Mo Cloud Sea is the strongest, but can't all out attack Kun Lun because the Yao would step in and reap the benefits with the newly conquered and unconsolidated mo territories. Then Youqin Lin pulls some crazy plot armor betrayal and brings enough of the Yao to Mo Cloud Sea to start a yao civil war. Allowing Zuo Mo's side to attack Kun Lun.

Situation looks bleak for Kun Lun, the world is united against them. Bunch of shouts of Kun Lun for days as the enemy slowly marches on Kun Lun Sword Sect.

Final push leads to Zuo Mo and Lin Qian facing off. Blah blah blah Wu Kong Sword Sect. Zuo Mo loses... our fav MC, Wei Sheng, pulls a SSJ and plot armors god level saving the day.

Or I could be entirely wrong... with fun theories at 3am.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Three – Action

The leaders of the factions of Nether Realm had gathered together in this hall. This was the first time that the Nether King had called a meeting after taking the throne. The ones who came were all the strongest of their region and held important statuses.

This was the largest meeting in the history of Nether Realm. In the era of the old Nether King, there had been no central governance, and a meeting of such scale had never been called.

This was the first time many people attended the king's meeting.

The large hall of Nether King Palace was completely silent. Everyone sat properly and the Nether King was seated high upon the throne.

They were slightly shocked at being summoned. At the coronation for the Nether King, they had taken turns to swear fealty towards the new king. Everyone was secretly speculating about the content of this meeting.

The most plausible conclusion they reached was that it was time to settle the debts. King was likely going to sentence the rebels of Eastern Nether Mansion and Northern Plains Ice Mansion.

The mood inside the hall was slightly depressed. People's hearts were in the air. The great majority of them had not publicly supported the new king. If the new king remembered this, then they would not have good days in the future.

At this time, each of them were anxious and afraid for themselves.

Seeing on the throne, Zuo Mo looked down at his subordinates. He could clearly see the panic and fear in their eyes.

Behind the mask, Zuo Mo laughed. He had no intentions of carrying out a great purge of his political enemies. This was a once in a thousand year chance sitting in front of him. How would he waste it on instituting a new political order? The price of a great cleanse would be a long period of instability and internal conflict, resulting in a decrease in power.

He slowly spoke, his voice deep and aloof, "I have summoned everyone for one matter."

Everyone's expressions immediately became nervous. Some people unconsciously straightened.

"I'm preparing to invade Hundred Savage Realm."

After Zuo Mo said this, it was completely silent. Everyone thought that they had heard it incorrectly.

Moments later, the hall exploded.

Everyone was stunned by the topic that King had raised. No one had expected that King would plan to attack Hundred Savage Realm only a few days after ascending to the throne.

This this this ... ... was so great!

Zuo Mo looked at the people below. Their panicked expression had disappeared and was replaced by joy and excitement.

As expected, the mo liked fighting!

Zuo Mo was slightly startled inside. If this was any other place and he had just ascended to the throne, advisors would urge him to first stabilize his power. However, these people seemed to be even more interested in attacking Hundred Savage Realm than Zuo Mo was. [1]

Actually, this was because Zuo Mo did not understand the previous political situation.

After Shi united Nether Realm, all of Nether Realm had hoped to march on Hundred Savage Realm. However, Shi had refused their petitions. The reason that Shi had united Nether Realm was because this was his homeland. He had no ambitions towards Hundred Savage Realm's territory.

But the Nether Realm was filled with excitement and hope towards conquest. They thought that Nether Realm was overwhelmingly strong compared to their opponent, and Hundred Savage Realm could not stop them. The time to unite the mo had arrived. But under Shi's unquestioned authority their ambitions and hopes were suppressed.

So when Zuo Mo threw out the topic, the people exploded.

"King! The Ghost Nether Clan is willing to be the vanguard!" The clan leader of the Ghost Nether clan stood up and said excitedly.

This seemed to poke the hornet's nest.

"The Daxi Nether Horse Clan is most suitable for being the vanguard!" A tall and thin middle-aged person stood up.

"Please, your Daxi Nether Horse Clan is best used as spies. We, the Vajra Rhino Clan, are the best to be the vanguard!" A large man that was broad-boned and sturdily built came out with a proud expression. The horn on his head flashed with fierce light.

No one would concede to the others, and the fighting did not stop.

In Zuo Mo's eyes, this group reminded him of a busy scene from the morning market. A beat later, he recovered. He had originally thought that people would be cautious towards such a serious decision, if not outright opposing it. He hadn't thought it would be a situation like this.

This group of people were fighting to be first as though there was a prize to be earned.

People shouted, their faces flushed, spit flying. Some people pointed at others noses and swore. Others appeared as though they were about to push up their sleeves and start to fight.

An Mo frowned, and then shouted, "You are in front of King!"

His voice was not loud but the entire hall immediately quieted.

An Mo's status had been high before, and right now, he was both loyal to and deeply trusted by King. His authority was second only to King.

"It seems that people are interested."

On the throne, Zuo Mo looked at the people below. He nodded and then said, "An Mo, I will let you arrange this. Liang Wei, you will assist An Mo."

An Mo had the ability, the authority, and the experience moreover he was extremely loyal. He was the best choice.

"Yes!" An Mo responded.

"Yes!" Liang Wei also responded.

Zuo Mo did not give out direct orders. He didn't know any of these people and wasn't familiar with any of the factions. It would be better to leave this to An Mo. In terms of strength, Nether Realm was much stronger than Hundred Savage Realm. As long as they didn't make a fatal mistake, they would win.

A honest and open attack was the right path of war.

An Mo was an astounding battle general. Maybe he was not as adaptable as Gongsun Cha and Bie Han, but he was reliable and would not make rash decisions. Also, there was Liang Wei. While Zuo Mo had not seen astounding any performances from Liang Wei on their journey, he was the only one other than Gongsun Cha Shidi that had won Pu Yao's praise.

Zuo Mo was filled with anticipation towards Liang Wei's abilities.

If Liang Wei had Lil' Miss' skill, no, even Bie Han's skill, Zuo Mo could die happy. Three top level battle generals, they could rival Kun Lun!

Soon, the news that King had decided to invade Hundred Savage Realm spread.

All of Nether Realm boiled.

An Mo did not fail Zuo Mo's hopes. He quickly finished organizing and gathering supplies and troops at an astounding speed. The army of three hundred thousand that had surrendered to Zuo Mo had been in his control all this time.

These three hundred thousand people were the main force for invading Hundred Savage Realm this time. An Mo announced that this war was how they would atone for their crimes. They needed to use service to trade for the futures of their clansmen.

An army of three hundred thousand.

In An Mo's view, this army of three hundred thousand elites was enough. No one in Hundred Savage Realm would be able to stop such a large army.

But would the other factions tolerate passing over such a good chance to expand? Their actions would create opportunities for others.

All of Nether Realm believed that this battle would be likely to be the one to unite the mo. This would be a great battle that would leave a great mark on history!

Anyone that missed participating in this would regret it for the rest of their lives.

These people almost broke the gates of An Mo's resistance. An Mo was bothered by their requests but he knew what these people thought. He immediately spread the word that only the elite of each clan qualified to attend this campaign.

Large clans picked the elite members from inside their clan and formed elite battalions to participate. Those little clans didn't have so many elites but each clan would have a few experts. These experts left their clan grounds and participated as individuals.

Zuo Mo never thought that his decision would end up like this. His personal reputation had been of great effect.

Such a great movement could not be concealed.

Hundred Savage Realm and all of the world learned that Nether Realm was about to invade Hundred Savage Realm.

Almost all the elite of Nether Realm had gathered under the Nether King's command. An army of five hundred thousand!

It was the largest battalion to appeared in in thousands of years. All of Hundred Savage Realm shook in fear. All the factions were so shocked by this unprecedented battalion that they lost the ability to speak.

Even Kun Lun received a shock.

The entire world feared the Nether King that made such major moves just after ascending to the throne.

Kun Lun.

After entering god-level, Lin Qian's presence was even more controlled. At this time, he looked the same as an ordinary person. In front of him, Chao Xin, Xue Dong, Mu Xuan, Mi Nan, and the other higher-ups of Kun Lun were gathered together.

"This Nether King is skilled! An army of five hundred thousand! Hundred Savage Realm is in danger!' Xue Dong tsked in wonder.

Everyone agreed with this.

Lin Qian said, "What does everyone feel about the Nether King's chances of winning?"

"A certain win!" Xue Dong did not hesitate. He and Lin Qian were extremely close and so he had no restraints.

Xue Dong was the head battle general of Kun Lun. His words carried great weight.

Lin Qian's gaze turned towards other people.

Mu Xuan nodded in agreement.

Mi Nan had just joined Kun Lun and wanted to demonstrate his abilities. Seeing Lin Qian's gaze turn to him, he said in detail, "An army of five hundred thousand. The first faction will attack are the Mo Marshal Alliance and the Heroes Alliance which are both declining. They may even surrender immediately. The only one that is a threat to the Nether King will be the Mo Shen Temple. However, the difference in power between the two is too great. The Mo Shen Temple will be able to hold out for a while, but definitely not for long. The power of a god-level is not for show. The Nether King will not just win, but most likely win quickly!"

Lin Qian's expression was grave as he sighed, "It seems the mo uniting cannot be avoided. This is not good news for our Kun Lun."

Chao Xin also had a smiliarly serious expression as he said, "This new Nether King is a great enemy to Kun Lun. It is likely that our final enemy will be them. Right now, we need time. If the Nether King, unites the mo, he won't just have a territory of two realms, he will be the king of all mo. The mo race is very strange. Once a king appears among them, they will become extremely united."

Everyone nodded.

Chao Xin continued, "The Nether King that will possess two realms will become the strongest faction alongside with Kun Lun. Right now, we need to consider what will the Nether King do after uniting the mo?"

Xue Dong pondered this. "There are two possible paths. One is attacking Mo Cloud Sea or Gu Liang Dao. While our territories also border the mo territories, the possibility that they attack us is not high. The Nether King might not be prepared to fight to the death against us just yet. The other path is to attack the yao."

"Yes." Mi Nan nodded. "Mo Cloud Sea or Gu Liang Dan cannot stop the Nether King. They will be the most likely targets and he will conquer both of them. If this occurs, it will be detrimental to us. The best outcome is if he attacks the yao. Ming Yue Ye is not a easy person to deal with. The best for us is if the two are both wounded."

"Time!" Chao Xin's eyes flashed with cold light. "We need to strengthen ourselves during the time the Nether King is uniting the mo. We need to keep our advantage against the Nether king. If we can unite the Four Realm before he completely takes over the Hundred Savage Realm, he can only attack the yao."

"Then who will we attack first?" Lin Qian said.

"North Tian Huan!" Chao Xin said coldly.

"North Tian Huan!" Xue Dong said gravely.

"North Tian Huan is weak, and is like a bone in our throats that must be plucked first!" Mu Xuan said.

"North Tian Huan!" Mi Nan was in a complex mood.

"Then let us move!" Lin Qian said briskly.

Translator Ramblings: Fang Xiang's lost the power rankings somewhere along the way, but this might be the equivalent of five hundred thousand jindan. Quite a bit greater than Zuo Mo's first Vermillion Bird Camp.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Four Response

The mobilization rate of the mo was astounding. Zuo Mo was very astonished. Even Mo Cloud Sea would take longer to move people on such scale. And in the xiuzhe world, Mo Cloud Sea was considered the best.

Fighting and battle had a special place in the minds of mo. Their enthusiasm towards battle was unlike the xiuzhe and the yao. The xiuzhe did not fear battle, the yao did not like battle, while the mo were enthusiastic towards battle. In Zuo Mo's view, this attitude was madness and unreasonable.

The decision to leave An Mo in charge had evident effects.

In a short fifteen days, all five hundred thousand Nether Realm troops had finished preparing for war. Nether Realm anticipated the impending war. The morale of the populace was high.

Just before Zuo Mo prepared to depart, the news that Kun Lun had began attacking Tian Huan was passed to Zuo Mo through Mo Cloud Sea.

Zuo Mo and Lin Qian had fought for many years and were familiar with each other. Almost instantly, Zuo Mo under what Lin Qian planned.

In these past days, Zuo Mo had been studying the situation of the xiuzhe world. Large amounts of intelligence and information had been passed over from Mo Cloud Sea. The situation of the xiuzhe world gradually became clear.

North Tian Huan who had greatly expended itself was not a match for Kun Lun.

Also, Zuo Mo speculated that Kun Lun would have Mi Nan lead at the front. Mi Nan would know the most about Tian Huan's territories. After siding with Kun Lun, Mi Nan had been treated very well. He didn't just lead the battalion he had before, he had received large amounts of jingshi and resources. His soldiers were strong and well-supplied.

In order to avoid suspicion, and to prove his ability, Mi Nan would fight as hard as he could.

Li Xian Er's commanders were on par with Kun Lun's. Mu Shuang was one of the ten top battle generals and Gongye Xiao Rong had grown into a top battle general in the past ten years. However, Tian Huan had been greatly wounded by the civil war. The internal conflict of the past years had used up most of their resources. While Mu Shuang and Gongye Xiao Rong were skilled, they were restrained by the lack of resources. The more they fought, the less manpower they had, the more resources they had spent.

Tian Huan would not be able to fight against Kun Lun's armies.

Once they swallowed Tian Huan, Kun Lun would obtain another half of a realm. They would have a territory the size of three realms. Such a large territory was suffocatingly large.

However, Zuo Mo did not plan to let Kun Lun have it so easily.

His eyes flashed with cold light.

In terms of famous commanders, Kun Lun was nothing!

Gu Liang Dao threw the report that indicated Mu Shuang had been defeated to the table and stood up.

"Big Brother! The preparations are done!" Shuang Yu said gravely. His eyes flashed with light and were filled with fighting spirit.

Ten years ago, they had been defeated by Xue Dong. Over these ten years, Shuang Yuhad never slacked on his cultivation for a moment. Right now, his power was at pseudo god-level.

It was time to repay the enemy for that defeat!

All of the battalions under Gu Liang Dao's command held a grudge. They had lost so much in that battle! That battle had been a serious blow to Gu Liang Dao especially, and he had been discouraged for a very long time.

Gu Liang Dao held a high place in the hearts of these people. Every person felt extremely discomforted when they saw Boss so discouraged and their hate of Kun Lun increased by the day.

Gu Liang Dao's hair was peppered with white and his gaze was weary.

However, today he gave off a great presence just like he did in the past, as though he was looking down on the world. There seemed to be fire burning in his eyes.

Gu Liang Dao nodded and walked towards the door.

He pushed open the door.

The organized battalion stood upright in the cold wind outside.

Each person's face flashed with bright fighting spirit. They did not retreat in the cold wind, their backs straight and their gazes heated.

Gu Liang Dao looked at the battalion that he had created, the faces of his subordinates who had followed him for so many years. He was filled with emotion.

He suppressed his excitement and said, "Ten years ago, we were defeated, ten years later, we fight again."

Thinking of the terrible defeat ten years ago, everyone's breathing became heavy and their expressions twisted.

"What we lost ten years ago, we will take back with our hands ten years later."

Gu Liang Dao's gaze was like a blade that slowly swept through as he said, emphasizing each word, "We will win!"

"Win!" "Win!" "Win!"

The tsunami of shouts echoed in the code wind. Everyone within it felt as though their blood suddenly started to burn.

"Depart!" Gu Liang Dao was the first to move.

Yang Yuan Hao looked carefully on the paper crane on his hand as though there was something growing on the paper crane. He had been in sitting this position for the better half of an hour.

This guy making such a great fuss upon his first reappearance.

Lin Qian had terrible luck to encounter an opponent like this, so pitiful ... ...

Yang Yuan Hao muttered inside. However, he had an expression of schadenfreude. Four hours ago, he had received the news that Kun Lun was unstoppable against Tian Huan.

Alright, the villain will have their own opponents ... ...

Yang Yuan Hao comforted himself. He knew very well that both he and Gu Liang Dao had lost the ability to remain neutral. The world becoming united could not be stopped. They could only join a side.

Originally, he had thought that Kun Lun's unification of the four realms was certain. Who would have expected that Zuo Mo, who had disappeared for ten years, would suddenly reappear and disrupt the situation.

If there was no Zuo Mo, then Kun Lun was unstoppable.

Zuo Mo being alive didn't just meant that the powerful Mo Cloud Sea would not collapse, there was something else more important. Zuo Mo's existence would form an even stronger alliance.

The alliance of Gu Liang Dao, the Four Minor Dhyana Sects, and Mo Cloud Sea would be a strong alliance.

Even Li Xian Er and the others of North Tian Huan were potential allies for this alliance.

Yang Yuan Hao had formed an unspoken agreement with Zuo Mo all those years ago. He had been prepared to side with Mo Cloud Sea in the past. However, he hadn't done so after Zuo Mo disappeared. But he still had helped Gongsun Cha conquer Xi Xuan at the crucial moment.

Gu Liang Dao had great ambitions in the past. That defeat ten years ago had crushed his hopes. In Yang Yuan Hao's opinion, Gu Liang Dao would side with Mo Cloud Sea.

If they sided with Mo Cloud Sea, then Mo Cloud Sea would have four top battle generals, one more than Kun Lun.

Mo Cloud Sea would become the only choice for the factions that could not side with Kun Lun or disliked Kun Lun.

When Yang Yuan Hao had received Zuo Mo's paper crane, he had started to prepare to lead the Four Minor Dhyana Sects to join Mo Cloud Sea.

However ... ...

Zuo Mo's plan ... ... was really devious ... ...

A thread of flame rose on Yang Yuan Hao's hand and consumed the paper crane. Not even ashes were left.

Among the flames, Yang Yuan Hao stood up.

He had not been idle in these ten years!

Li Xian Er's face was ashen.

Mi Shuang had been defeated!

Defeated by Mi Nan. Li Xian Er knww the difference in skill between Mi Nan and Mu Shuang was not large. In the past years, both of them had exchanged victories and defeats.

Yet Mi Nan who had been resupplied was stronger, and Mu Shuang's battalion was in remnants. They didn't even have enough shen equipment.

Mi Nan was familiar with Tian Huan's tactics. Possessing an absolute advantage, his attacks came in suffocating waves.

Mu Shuang could not stop Mi Nan's attack and successively lost.

For ten years, the battle between North and South Tian Huan had never stopped. No one in Tian Huan could accept that Tian Huan had split. Even tired to the bone, they still persisted.

Li Xian Er was bewildered.

In these years, she hadn't given up. She had cultivated day and night. While she had not reached god-level, she had successfully reached pseudo god-level. In another five or six years, she would be able to enter god-level.

If she was god-level, Tian Huan would be able to fight back!

Li Xian Er was filled with self-recrimination.

Gongye Xiao Rong walked in. The handsome youth of the past now had a mature aura. There was no marks of the pride of the past. He noticed Li Xian Er's expression and sighed inside.

"Little Shimei, do not blame yourself," he comforted softly, "As long as we have a clear conscience ..."

Liang Xian Er raised her head and looked at Gongye Xiao Rong. She said determinedly, "Shixiong, do not comfort me. As long as there is a chance, I will not give up!"

A hint of admiration flashed through Gongye Xiao Rong's gaze. He nodded and said, "That is right! Little Shimei, it seems that we cannot stop Kun Lun with our own strength."

"Shixiong means we should recruit some allies?" Li Xian Er reacted quickly.

"Yes! At this time, the only one that has the strength to help us is Mo Cloud Sea," Gongye Xiao Rong said gravely. "Shimei, please go to Mo Cloud Sea. I believed that Lil' Miss Gongsun understands that without the lips, the teeth will feel cold."

"Alright!" Li Xian Er did not hesitate and nodded briskly.

"Elder Mu and I will try to gain time for Shimei to negotiate," Gongye Xiao Rong said gravely.

Seeing Gongye Xiao Rong's grave countenance, Li Xian Er suddenly realized. Elder Mu and Xiao Rong Shixiong were prepared to sacrifice themselves. Tears streaming down, Li Xian Er bit her lips to stop the sobs from coming out. She wiped her tears, raised her head and said with determination, "I will persuade Mo Cloud Sea."

"Then I will rely on Shimei," Gongye Xiao Rong patted Li Xian Er's shoulder and turned to leave.

Li Xian Er finally could not stop herself and sobbed!

The army was vast.

The Nether Realm's campaign had not concealed their actions but was as public as possible.

When the army of five hundred thousand flew through the sky and covered it, the land would darken under their shadows. The troops that seemed endless made people unable to muster up any resistance.

Everywhere they passed, there was only trembling and terror.

Zuo Mo used Shi's chariot. It had been stored in Nether King Palace and naturally became Zuo Mo's property now.

This Nether King Chariot that was famed throughout the Nether Realm was enormous and like a small mobile palace. Seeing the Nether King Chariot, Zuo Mo found that while his golden chariot looked grand, it was still lacking in magnificence compared to this chariot.

The Nether King Chariot was extremely stable when it flew.

Inside the chariot, Zuo Mo sat on the throne, and the commanders gathered below him. People noticed that a female mask-wearing guard was next to King, and secretly speculated to her identity and origins.

An Mo was in charge of the strategic meeting.

An Mo and Liang Wei had worked together to make this war plan. Liang Wei knew Hundred Savage Realm better than An Mo. Zuo Mo could not point out any problems in the plan the two had made.

However, unlike the calm they showed, An Mo and Liang Wei were extremely nervous. It was the first time the two commanded such a large scale war and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

Their first target was the Mo Marshal Alliance.

When the enormous army of the Nether King that seemed to be endless appeared on the horizon at the border, all of Hundred Savage Realm was stunned.

Translator Ramblings: I usually don't include author notes since Fang Xiang's notes are usually about how he owes updates, why he is delayed, or promoting other things. But this is a particularly worthwhile chapter because he reached 100 days of daily updates with this chapter. I think it was also the first time he had a streak of 100 days of updates.

Not saying that has anything to do with the ending of the novel, but ... ...

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Five – An Unexpected Occurrence

The Nether Realm being so overt with their mobilizations meant that it gave the Mo Marshals Alliance time to move their battalions in response. All of the battalions of the Mo Marshal alliance were moved to the border between the Mo Marshals Alliance and Nether Realm. The other factions of Hundred Savage Realm didn't take the opportunity to attack the Mo Marshals Alliance, but sent their battalions to help. Everyone knew that the Mo Marshal Alliance alone could not stop the army of the Nether King.

The presence of the Nether King's army caused Hundred Savage Realm that had been filled with conflict to unite for the first time. Everyone had fought for many years and were familiar with each other. No one wanted to become the captives of the Nether King.

The Mo Marshals Alliance, the Heroes Alliance, and the Mo Shen Temple all sent their strongest battalions, gathering over three hundred thousand, to form the Hundred Savage Allied Army.

Beast Cry Jie, Desolate Jie, Sky Wood Jie, First Clear Jie Eastern Snake Jie. These five jies were the gateways for Nether Realm to enter Hundred Savage Realm. Once the army of the Nether King broke the defense line of these five jie, there were more than seven paths to penetrate deep into Hundred Savage Realm. The five hundred thousand strong of the Nether King would be able to sweep Hundred Savage Realm.

This meant that the five jies defense line became the crucial location of the first battle.

The Mo Marshal Alliance led by Gongzi Xi was in charge of Sky Wood Jie, the Heroes Alliance was positioned at First Clear Jie and Eastern Snake Jie. The locations under the most pressure, Beast Cry Jie and Desolate Jie were being held by the strongest faction Mo Shen Temple.

Hundred Savage Realm had good commanders and elite battalions. The army of three hundred thousand gathered at the five jie. These five jie were also were located adjacent to each other and formed a horn. They had the advantage of being on home territory. Meaning the Hundred Savage Allied Army had the the impenetrable defense line of the five jie. The Nether King would not be able to defeat the five jie defense line unless he had an army of a million!

This would be an unprecedentedly large battle.

No one in Nether Realm had thought that Hundred Savage Realm would put aside their grudges and unite. While the Hundred Savage Allied Army had two hundred thousand fewer troops, they had the benefit of the defense line.

This meant that the difference in power between the two sides was not as large as imagined.

If they just attacked head on, the fatalities would be astounding.

An Mo and Liang Wei hadn't expected that Hundred Savage Realm would unite and create an allied army.

The mood inside the large hall was low, they were discouraged. Everyone was experienced in battle. Seeing the Hundred Savage Allied Army appearing as though they would hold out until the end, their expressions turned grave.

This battle would be crueler than they imagined. There was not much technique to speak of in trench warfare like this. Bravery and decisiveness were most important, and this usually meant large numbers of fatalities.

Their enemies were not short-sighted people

Their army of five hundred thousand were being blocked at the border. This was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads. However, they could not retreat. They had been so confident before, if they retreated now, wouldn't they become a joke? Also, the blow to morale would be fatal.

"First set up camp." Zuo Mo saw that no one had a solution and helped them out.

Everyone sighed in relief.

If King gave the order to attack now, they would most likely come back bloodied.

An Mo and Liang Wei stayed behind.

"This subordinate ... ..." An Mo's face was full of shame. King had given him control of the entire situation at the start. He was filled with frustration at having ruined it.

Zuo Mo waved his hand and interrupted An Mo. He said coolly, "Right now, determining a solution is most important. What do you think?"

An Mo adjusted his emotions and said after a moment of thought, "Attacking head on is not plausible, the fatalities will be too high. We have investigated. The defense line is not very strong, but after constant preparation over the last few days, it is much stronger than before. More importantly, the battalions are large. Almost seventy percent of Hundred Savage's battalions were conscripted."

"This is not a bad thing. If we win this battle, then Hundred Savage Realm will be ours," Zuo Mo said coldly. He glanced at Liang Wei. This person that Pu Yao had praised endlessly hadn't shown much skill. He asked, "Liang Wei, what do you think?"

Liang Wei had been twisting his mind to ponder the problem. Hearing Zuo Mo ask, he shook his head and said, "I have not thought it through."

Zuo Mo saw this and said, "Go back and think."

After the two left, Zuo Mo frowned as well. He hadn't thought that Hundred Savage Realm would actually unite.What Zuo Mo didn't know was that it was because his reputation had been too stunning. The mirage of the battle at Nether King River had spread through Hundred Savage Realm. The power of a god-level made everyone feel fear and awe.

In terms of individual fame, Zuo Mo had surpassed Shi. Shi had united Nether Realm but people thought of him more as Nether King. Hundred Savage Realm had not been affected. However, this new Nether King, caused many of the people of Hundred Savage Realm to consider if the Nether King qualified to become the king of all mo.

It was because of Zuo Mo's strong performance that the factions of Hundred Savage Realm were alarmed. All of them knew that there was only one result if they did not unite, Nether King would unite the mo. This was something that the Mo Shen Temple, the Mo Marshals Alliance, and the Heroes Alliance were not willing to see.

Nether King became the top enemy for all the factions of Hundred Savage Realm.

Zuo Mo did not have a solution.

At this time, Hundred Savage Realm's rear was empty. If he had Gongsun Cha and Bie Han take the opportunity, they could cause Hundred Savage Allied Army to panic.

But only relying on the forces of half of Tian Huan, Gu Liang Dao, and Yang Yuan Hao was not enough to fight Kun Lun. The situation of the Four Realm mirrored Hundred Savage Realm. Mo Cloud Sea, Tian Huan, the four Minor Dhyana Sects, and Gu Liang Dao had allied together to fight Kun Lun..

Zuo Mo grimace.

However, he was not discouraged. There would be many solutions to any problem. Also, he had the initiative.

He had to think of a good solution.

Li Xian Er's arrival was not known by many. The one that received her was Gongsun Cha.

Ten years had passed, but Gongsun Cha's bashful smile was the same as before, the one of the neighbor's boy. No one could connect him to that world-shocking invincible battle general.

Li Xian Er's complexion was slightly fragile but her expression was calm. She bowed towards Gongsun Cha. "Greetings to Mister Gongsun Cha!"

Gongsun Cha politely returned the greeting. "Miss Li does not have to be so polite."

Li Xian Er did not waste words and went directly to the main topic. "I have come to ask for aid from Mo Cloud Sea. If the lips are gone, the teeth will be left exposed to the cold. Mister Gongsun is unparalleled in your intelligence, you should see this more clearly than I do. No matter what Mo Cloud Sea demands, as long as my Tian Huan can achieve it, we will not refuse."

She then took out a large jade box. The jade box was of fine quality and high grade.

"This is the peice of the shen device that Tian Huan obtained from Mister Zuo Mo in the past. We should have personally returned it to Mister Zuo Mo, the rightful owner. Now at this juncture, we can only give it to Mister Gongsun."

"Many thanks, Miss Xian Er!" Gongsun Cha took the jade box and returned a bow gravely. A hint of admiration flashed through his eyes. He had to say that Li Xian Er was really wise. She was sincere and decisive. She knew that at this time she had no room to discuss conditions and so allowed Mo Cloud Sea to set the price.

Pity that Kun Lun didn't give her any time to negotiate. Gongsun Cha saw it clearly. Regardless of whether Kun Lun would succeed this time, North Tian Huan would have a difficult time surviving.

Gongsun Cha nodded and said, "We only have one condition."

Li Xian Er sighed in relief inside. As long as Mo Cloud Sea was willing to negotiate, that meant that they were willing to send aid. Li Xian Er didn't care about the conditions now. The things that Tian Huan had left were pitifully few.

They would not be able to hold the half-realm of territory they had left. Rather than give it to Kun Lun, she would rather give it to Mo Cloud Sea.

She focused. "Please speak!"

"We have no ambitions in regards to Tian Huan's lands."

Li Xian Er was even more curious. They didn't want territory, then what did they want? Tian Huan really had no wealth left.

"We want ten thousand managerial-level forgers and seal xiu," Gongsun Cha said coolly.

Li Xian Er's body shook. She hadn't thought that Mo Cloud Sea would desire those forgers and seal xiu. In Tian Huan, any forgers and seal xiu that were on managerial level were skilled and experienced. They would be able to work independents. These people were the most valuable part of Tian Huan and the true wealth that Tian Huan had accumulated over the thousands of years.

Gongsun Cha saw Li Xian Er's internal struggle. He did not fear that the other wouldn't agree but he still spoke, "I heard that the forgers and seal xiu of Tian Huan have not forged for several years."

Gongsun Cha's words shattered Li Xian Er's last mental block. Gongsun Cha was right. Due to the long war, the resources had been used up. Right now, Tian Huan lacked materials. Without materials, these forging experts didn't have any solution. They could only work on repairing shen equipment.

If these forging experts joined, Mo Cloud Sea that was already famed for its forging would receive a great boost in their strength.

Mi Nan had led South Tian Huan to join Kun Lun. Many forgers and seal xiu had entered Kun Lun. It could be predicted that Kun Lun's shen equipment level would increase greatly in the near future.

Lil' Miss also saw this. In his view, Tian Huan was poor right now. They only had two treasures. One was these seal xiu skilled in forging, and the other were the two top battle generals, Mu Shuang and Gongye Xiao Rong.

Mu Shuang and Gongye Xiao Rong would not be able to be requested so Lil' Miss targeted these forging experts. In Lil' Miss' view, Li Xian Er would agree. One was because she didn't have any other choice, the other was because while these forgers were astoundingly valuable, in Tian Huan which lacked materials, they were not of use at all.

"I do not agree."

Unexpectedly, Li Xian Er shook her head.

Gongsun Cha frowned and looked in surprise at Li Xian Er.

Li Xian Er seemed to have reached some conclusion.

"We will join Mo Cloud Sea!"

Astounding words.

Once Li Xian Er said this, she felt light. That invisible burden that had been weighing on her disappeared. Her face glowed with another kind of light.

When Gongsun Cha mentioned the seal xiu, Li Xian Er realized. Tian Huan was at the end of its path. Even if they managed to survive this time, a Tian Huan that lost their seal xiu wouldn't be as strong as a normal faction, much less survive sitting between the two titans of Kun Lun and Mo Cloud Sea.

The Four Realms had reached the era of the titans. The weak Tian Huan was fated to die. Not just Tian Huan, the four Minor Dhyana Sects, and Gu Liang Dao were the same.

Rather than being forced to choose after their defeat, it would be better to join Mo Cloud Sea when they still had value. This way, aid was expected. With Mu Shuang and Gongye Xiao Rong as the supports in the future, the days of Tian Huan's people would not be bad.

Once Li Xian Er thought through all this, she knew that this was the best chance. So she immediately decided.

Gongsun Cha was stunned.

Translator Ramblings: When you look too OP, people band together against you.

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Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Six – Have To Fight!

Zuo Mo was stunned when he received the message Lil' Miss sent.

Zuo Mo had interacted with Li Xian Er before. In his impression, while Li Xian Er was determined she would not join Mo Cloud Sea.

After he read the entire message, he lamented.

Even the strongest faction, once it split internally, would decline. Thinking of the previous Tian Huan he sighed. That was an existence that had matched Kun Lun. When the Tian Huan of the past moved against them on the market, Mo Cloud Sea wasn't even able to buy materials.

Who would have thought that Tian Huan would end up in such dire straits!

After he finished lamenting, Zuo Mo started to scratch his head. His original plan was to use Tian Huan to distract Kun Lun, and then they would carry out a few sneak attacks to delay the other. After he finished uniting the mo, the two sides would meet up and then defeat Kun Lun.

Now he found that his imagination had been too optimistic. He encountered a hardy resistance from Hundred Savage Realm that they had thought would be easily defeated. The five jie defense line was one that would cost countless lives to defeat in open battle.

Li Xian Er joining in also disrupted his plan.

Would they agree for Li Xian Er and North Tian Huan joining? They could only agree. Just for the numerous seal xiu of North Tian Huan and the two top battle generals, Zuo Mo had to agree. But if they agreed, North Tian Huan was then Mo Cloud Sea's territory. That meant that the battle between Kun Lun and Mo Cloud Sea would now start on all fronts.

It wouldn't be possible to hide behind Tian Huan and make sneak attacks like they had planned.

After thinking for a few moments, Zuo Mo found that this problem was not an issue of whether he was willing or not. It was unavoidable.

Since that's the case, then fight!

Zuo Mo calculated the time. Eldest Shixiong and the others probably would reach Mo Cloud Sea soon.

Liao Lin looked around warily. He was the captain of the scout patrol and was responsible for leading a team of three hundred.

As an old-timer of Vermillion Bird Camp, he could not be considered to have ended up well, but he did not care. He knew how much skill he had. If he hadn't encountered Boss, he would have just been a store clerk his entire life. He was satisfied now at being in charge of three hundred people, especially since they were an elite scout troop.

Vermillion Bird Camp had become a legendary existence in Mo Cloud Sea. The experiences brought him many benefits. For example, when he first took charge of the scout troop, the rebellious youths were extremely respectful when they heard he was from Vermillion Bird Camp.

Liao Lin's strength was not outstanding in Vermilions Bird Camp, but he was a clever and cautious person. Also, the people that came from Vermillion Bird Camp had that aura. They had been completely trained through Lil' Miss' demon training in the past. They were methodical in everything they did.

He led the scout troop and seemed to roam aimlessly in the air.

Since Kun Lun started to attack North Tian Huan, Mo Cloud Sea had entered battle mode. The battalions quickly gathered. Liao Lin's mission was to eliminate the enemy spies and scouts in the area.

The so-called enemy spies were only one kind, Kun Lun's spies.

Liao Lin's group had fought with Kun Lun's spies a few times already. Kun Lun's scouts were extremely skilled. One-on-one, they could not win. However, this was their territory. Once they found the tracks of the enemy spies, they had ways of dealing with the enemy.

Suddenly, Liao Li raised his head.

"Captain Liao, what?" his subordinate asked curiously. He looked over. There was nothing.

Liao Lin's expression became grave. He could feel an extremely small wave of vibration. But, quickly, the vibrations was becoming strong at an astounding rate!

No! Not just one wave!

"Enemy attack!" Liao Lin said gravely.

So fast!

In the sky, several black dots were nearing at astounding speed.

At this time, everyone felt the vibrations in the air. The enemy was so fast, it was terrifying!

Experts!

Five figures flew above the clouds at astounding speed. They did not conceal themselves at all. The enormous howl created by high speed flight came from far away.

The thick cloud sea under them seemed to be cut up by scissors.

Everyone was astounded by this scene. They had seen those talismans or movement methods famed for their speed, but it was the first time they saw such speed.

Liao Lin was the first to recover from the shock. His heart rose up and he was about to charge towards them. He still underestimated the others' speed. In this instant, they reached him.

When Liao Lin saw the appearance of the person at the front, he seemed to be struck by lightning. He exclaimed, "Teacher Wei!"

The person at the front heard Liao Lin's exclamation and his body curved. He appeared without warning in front of Liao Lin. His action immediately attracted the hostility of the scout troop. The entire troop was about to leap towards him.

"Hold!" Liao Lin seemed to wake up and hurriedly shouted.

The scout troop stopped.

Liao Lin's gaze didn't dare to move away from the familiar face. He was afraid that if he moved, he would find that this was just an illusion of his. His lps trembled, "Teacher Wei ... ... Teacher Wei, is it you?"

Wei Sheng examined Liao Lin and then he had a smile. "You are Little Liao Zi?"

He had taught Vermillion Bird Camp sword scriptures in the past and was familiar with some of them. Liao Lin was one of them.

"Teacher Wei! Teacher Wei! You have really returned!" Liao Lin's tears could not be stopped and trailed down. He frightened his subordinates. They had never seen Captain Liao like this.

Liao Lin wiped his face. His gaze swept across the others and his heart suddenly trembled. "Teacher Wei, what of Daren? Miss A Gui?"

Wei Sheng had a gentle smile. "They will come back after a while."

"Daren is still alive? Miss A Gui is still alive?" Liao Lin asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, still alive!" Wei Sheng could understand Liao lin's excitement. His deep voice was filled with the power to make people believe.

"Great! Great ... ..." Liao Lin was so excited he was incoherent.

Wei Sheng had returned!

Zong Ru had returned!

Ceng Lian'er had returned!

Wo Li and Luo Li had returned!

The news swept like a gust of wind. Within the span of night, the news spread all over Mo Cloud Sea.

Mo Cloud Sea shook! The entire world shook!

Zuo Mo was still alive! Miss A Gui was still alive! They would return soon!

Shortly after North Tian Huan announced they were joining Mo Cloud Sea. The day after, the four Minor Dhyana Sects and Gu Liang Dao separately announced they were joining Mo Cloud Sea.

The world was amazed!

Another titan took form. Joining North Tian Huan, the four Minor Dhyana Sects, Gu Liang Dao and Mo Cloud Sea, they possessed over one and a half realms of territory.

In terms of land, Mo Cloud Sea was much smaller than Kun Lun's two and a half.

But in other areas, Mo Cloud Sea was even stronger, especially in terms of battle generals. At this time, Mo Cloud Sea had six top battle generals under their command, Gongsun Cha, Bie Han, Yang Yuan Hao, Gu Liang Dao, Mu Shuang, and Gongye Xiao Rong.

Such a grand team was enough to outshine even Kun Lun's three famed battle generals.

After absorbing North Tian Huan's astounding number of seal xiu, Mo Cloud Sea's forging strength would increase tangibly. The Mo Cloud Sea which was already extremely rich would become truly strong in their army with the addition of so many battle generals.

In the evaluations by all sides, for the first time, Mo Cloud Sea became a large faction on par with Kun Lun. Everyone thought that the two were evenly matched, with both sides having their advantage and disadvantages.

Kun Lun was both alarmed and angry that North Tian Huan, the four Minor Dhyana Sects, and Yang Yuan Hao joined Mo Cloud Sea at the same time. The return of Wei Sheng and the others didn't just make up for Mo Cloud Sea's weakness in terms of high level offensive power, it also stabilized the hearts of Mo Cloud Sea. Now, everyone knew that Zuo Mo was going to return!

The situation changed so quickly that all of Kun Lun felt they were caught off guard.

A cooked duck had just flown away, everyone felt extremely frustrated! Even a person who did not show their emotions easily like Lin Qian had a black expression.

Zuo Mo was still alive!

Lin Qian could not understand how these people had escaped from the Central Plains.

But he knew just how terrible this piece of news was. All of the changes were linked by one fact, Zuo Mo was still alive. Only with Zuo Mo being alive did people have such a hopeful outlook on Mo Cloud Sea, and these people would join Mo Cloud Sea.

Yet he didn't have time to rage. There was an even more urgent problem to be solved.

Should they still fight North Tian Huan?

Fighting would mean that they would start their battle in full with Mo Cloud Sea. If they didn't fight, regardless of Kun Lun being made a joke, it would not be so easy to invade North Tian Huan in the future.

Everyone in Kun Lun had dark expressions.

They knew that Kun Lun had not prepared to start a full war against Mo Cloud Sea. Their original plan was to consume and increase their morale. Kun Lun would gradually move their people, and after taking over the other factions, they would ride their wave of victory to have a final battle with Mo Cloud Sea.

This choice would decide Kun Lun's face.

Everyone's eyes gathered on Lin Qian. Other than Lin Qian, no one qualified to make the decision at this time.

Lin Qian's face gradually recovered. His expression was determined. "Fight! We have not prepared, but Mo Cloud Sea has not prepared either. If we wait for them to organize, our situation would become more difficult."

"Then fight!" Xue Dong stood up first and said, "For Kun Lun!

"For Kun Lun!"

Everyone stood up with decisiveness on their faces.

Gongye Xiao Rong looked at the wreckage on the battlefield with a heavy heart. When Li Xian Er sent him the message that they were preparing to join Mo Cloud Sea, he was silent.

He knew that Li Xian Er's decision was right. He was not the only one, Elder Mu Shuang also knew. But Elder Mu Shuang still cried in sorrow.

Gongye Xiao Rong did not cry. He felt relieved of a burden. He was still young, and his feelings towards Tian Huan was not as deep as that of Elder Mu Shuang. He had struggled for ten years with no hope. The feeling of helplessness had hung over him for ten years.

Right now, his performance would determine the fates of everyone in the future.

He felt it was good to use his merits to win better lives for everyone. At least, he could accomplish this.

Mo Cloud Sea was stronger and better prepared than he imagined. Their supplies had already reached their destinations.

The following battle would be a cruel bloodbath.

Kun Lun had no option of retreat left.

However, neither did he.

Translator Ramblings: And they are back!

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