While the Hidden Dragon Continent was embroiled in chaotic warfare, on another of the Ten Lands, the Netherworld Continent. Unlike the other continents, this land was filled with the law of the jungle, where the strong devoured the weak. The strong lived, the weak died, and there was no justice or reason to speak of. It was for this very reason that this continent had become a well-known den of iniquity in the Lower Realm, a place of extreme chaos. Many experts who had committed heinous crimes on other continents could only flee to the Netherworld Continent in the end. Experts could live very comfortably on the Netherworld Continent, but life for the weak was tragic.
At this moment, somewhere on the Netherworld Continent, within a dark and cold grand hall. A young figure sat upon a ghastly white skull throne. He was wreathed in a black mist, his face obscured. A head of grayish-white long hair trailed to the ground, and on his back was a pair of strange black-and-white wings, surrounded by the aura of yin and yang. Although his face was blurry, his faintly visible pupils seemed to contain terrifying images of immortals bleeding and gods and demons falling, striking fear into the hearts of all who saw. He just sat there calmly on the bone throne, exuding an extremely oppressive aura. On either side of the bone throne also stood a black-robed figure, emanating the pressure of the Saint realm. And below were a group of cultivators from the Netherworld Continent. The leaders of several powerful factions were all gathered here. Among this group, a blood-robed old man stepped forward, cupped his hands slightly, and said cautiously, "My lord from the Immortal Domain, may I ask why you have summoned us? What is the important matter?" This blood-robed old man was from the Yellow Springs Valley. The Yellow Springs Valley was one of the top factions on the Netherworld Continent. These people were originally vicious characters who would eat people without spitting out the bones, but in front of this lord from the Immortal Domain, they could only bow their heads in submission. Those who had been defiant before were now just cold corpses on the ground. "I hear you have found traces of the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art?" The young man seated on the bone throne tapped his fingers on the armrest and said indifferently. "Yes... we only received the news not long ago. The inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art seems to be a prodigy from the Battle Demon Hall," the blood-robed old man said hurriedly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "Very good. He has finally appeared. It was not a waste of my time waiting on this continent for so long," the young man chuckled lightly and then said. "Yellow Springs Valley, Shura Gate, Heavenly Fiend Sect, I command you to go and annihilate the Battle Demon Hall and capture that inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art for me," the young man commanded. As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the people from the three great sects all changed. A middle-aged man from the Heavenly Fiend Sect couldn't help but stand up and say, "My lord from the Immortal Domain, that Battle Demon Hall is the most powerful faction on the Netherworld Continent. Even if our three sects attack together, we will suffer great losses. It would be a life-and-death struggle." However, just as the man from the Heavenly Fiend Sect finished speaking, a black-robed figure beside the bone throne directly reached out and slapped him into a meat paste. "Does anyone else object to my decision, or not wish to obey?" the young man said slowly. "No... we wouldn't dare..." The people from the three great sects felt a cold sweat run down their backs. The Battle Demon Hall also had Saints. Even if their three great sects joined forces, they would probably suffer heavy losses even if they managed to conquer the Battle Demon Hall. And that young man from the Immortal Domain would suffer no losses at all. But the circumstances were stronger than them; they had no choice but to bow their heads. A man from the Shura Gate braced himself and asked, "Dare I ask the lord from the Immortal Domain, currently on the Netherworld Continent, there are other prodigies who have descended from the Immortal Domain who are also paying attention to the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art." "If they try to obstruct us and compete for him..." The man did not continue, but the meaning was clear. They were all from the Immortal Domain; who could they afford to offend? Hearing this, the young man on the bone throne laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He spoke slowly, "Rest assured, in these Ten Lands of the Lower Realm, no one dares to oppose me." "If there really are some blind fools who want to obstruct you, you only need to say six words." "Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Scion!" As these six words fell, a terrifying, murderous demonic aura swept out! Even the experts below, some of whose cultivation was higher than the young man's, felt their scalps tingle. Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Scion! Being in the Lower Realm, they were not clear on the weight these six words carried. But in the Immortal Domain, the Fallen God Palace was a major faction with a terrifyingly deep foundation. It was rumored that this lineage was one of the sources of demonic cultivation in the Immortal Domain, with an ancient legacy. The Fallen God Scion, as one of the most outstanding prodigies of the current generation of the Fallen God Palace, his words were not just mere boasting. In these Ten Lands of the Lower Realm, there were truly few prodigies who would dare to oppose the Fallen God Scion. "Yes, this subordinate will see to it at once." The people from the three great sects cupped their hands and retreated, their bodies soaked in cold sweat. It was very clear that this young man from the Immortal Domain had a shockingly high status and was far stronger than those ordinary prodigies who had descended. After the people from the three great sects had left, the Fallen God Scion leaned back on his bone throne and muttered to himself, "Back then, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Ancestor's God-Swallowing Demonic Art brought catastrophe to the Immortal Domain. In the end, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Ancestor was besieged, heavily injured, and on the brink of death, before finally disappearing. The God-Swallowing Demonic Art was lost from then on." "I thought the God-Swallowing Demonic Art had truly gone extinct. Thinking about it now, it must have been that the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Ancestor was unwilling for his demonic art's lineage to be severed. Therefore, in the final moments of his life, he forced himself to come to the Lower Realm and left behind his legacy." "With my talent, if I can obtain the God-Swallowing Demonic Art, the position of leader among the younger generation of the Immortal Domain will be held by me, the Fallen God Scion!" The Fallen God Scion smiled. Everything was within his grasp. On this Netherworld Continent, no one who had descended from the Immortal Domain would dare to oppose him, the Fallen God Scion. In the following days, a grand army led by the three great sects marched majestically towards the Battle Demon Hall. Along the way, some prodigies from the Immortal Domain also sensed that something was amiss. Relying on their status from the Immortal Domain, they stepped forward to question them. But the moment they heard the six words "Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Scion," all the prodigies from the Immortal Domain retreated with looks of apprehension, not daring to make things difficult. This gave the cultivators of the three great sects a clear understanding of the Fallen God Scion's status. On the Netherworld Continent, no one dared to provoke the authority of the Fallen God Scion. This, in turn, gave the cultivators of the three great sects some confidence. Hugging this powerful thigh might also be an opportunity. Under these circumstances, the allied army led by the three great sects advanced unimpeded and launched a surprise attack on the Battle Demon Hall. The Battle Demon Hall, as the strongest faction on the Netherworld Continent, although caught by surprise, naturally had to fight back. "Hand over the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art, or we will annihilate your Battle Demon Hall!" "The Lord Fallen God Scion of the Immortal Domain's Fallen God Palace has spoken! Hand over the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art, and perhaps your lives may be spared!" The flames of war raged, and the smoke of battle rose. Experts from the three great sects were roaring. "You pathetic turtles, you want my Battle Demon Hall to submit? Impossible!" an expert from the Battle Demon Hall shouted coldly. In this chaotic situation, a youth in black armor, leading a blind girl with sightless eyes and some other Battle Demon Hall experts, darted towards the back mountain of the Battle Demon Hall. The blind girl wore a tight-fitting black gauze dress. She had a slender figure, a very beautiful face, extremely fair skin, and her black hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders. The most special thing about her was her eyes. Because she was blind, they were covered by a black silk ribbon. "Brother, you go quickly. Don't worry about me," the blind girl said. "Qingying, don't say foolish things. I'll take you away. One day, I will make these three great sects, and that whatever-Fallen-God-Scion, all pay the price!" The youth in black armor had a tone as cold as frost, filled with hatred. His pair of eyes were as chilling as black holes! This youth was precisely the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art! Just then, in the sky ahead, densely packed figures suddenly appeared. Three young prodigies stood at the forefront, their auras surging. "Yellow Springs Holy Son, Blood Asura, Heavenly Nether Child..." The black-armored youth's gaze swept across the sky, his face turning ice-cold.
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