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The eyes of the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage darted between Wang Lin and Shi Tianhao as his face remained expressionless.

Even though he was a Undying Demon Soul Stage Third Level great demon, he was currently outnumbered two-to-one, and the two people in front of him were also extremely difficult to handle, even though they were both only in the Immortal Soul Stage First Level.

Still, he was unafraid – the Nine Netherworld Peak was the ancestral ground of the Nine Netherworld Ghost Monkeys, and if the two powerful cultivators before him forced his way up the mountain, he was confident of repelling them and sending them running with their tails tucked between their legs.

Furthermore, the Nine Netherworld Peak was located in the same range as the Lingyuan Mountain. When things got serious, the entire Ancient Ape Demon tribe would be provoked and brought to attention.

The only thing that distressed the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was that he ran the risk of attracting Lin Feng’s attention, and that would truly mean trouble.

The Black Freeze Grand Sage had been captured by Shi Tianhao, and despite his worries, he had no choice but to get him back before anything else – otherwise, he would have no face to call himself the tribe leader of the Nine Netherworld Ghost Monkeys.

Thoughts continued to spin in his head when the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage suddenly realized that Wang Lin’s eyes were not looking at him. Instead, Wang Lin was quietly observing the Nine Netherworld Peak.

Alarm bells started to ring in the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage’s heart. "Can it be that the leader of the Celestial Sect of Wonders has already noticed?"

He was still thinking to himself when a large lightning bolt thundered down from the heavens and struck towards the summit of the Nine Netherworld Peak!

This lightning bolt was composed of four colors – a combination of red, yellow, green and blue, and seemed extremely sinister.

Every color of lightning resembled strings that were intertwined around each other, and the four colors came together to form a single lightning bolt. Even so, each streak was still distinct from each other and were easily told apart.

On top of this four-colored lightning bolt, black and white lights flickered and surged towards the Nine Netherworld Peak with unstoppable force.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage howled into the sky and stirred up a squall of Yin winds in the region above the summit of the Nine Netherworld Peak. The clouds turned dark gray, and everything resembled part of a vast ghost town that belonged to the underworld.

Streaks of the Nine Nether Draught resembled thin black threads of light and condensed around each other to form a giant sphere of black light that enveloped the entire Nine Netherworld Peak.

Almost at the very instant that the black sphere of light was formed, the lightning bolt crashed down from the heavens and slammed against the top of the light sphere. In the next moment, the sphere of black light trembled violently as the threads of black light crumbled and the entire sphere began breaking apart.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was full of disbelief. "What level of mastery is this guy at? Even the Thunder Beast Angmao’s Nine Heavens Divine Thunder is not as powerful as this!"

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage dared not underestimate his foe and unleashed his true form and loosed another deafening howl. His eyes even started to bleed, and these drops of blood transformed into pale light specks that drifted upwards and eventually formed various glyphs and runes that were all incorporated into the light sphere enveloping the Nine Netherworld Peak.

The light sphere radiated once more, but the four-colored lightning bolt that flickered with black and white light had a power that seemed endless. The four colors continued to spiral around one another to continue producing power and repeatedly blasted the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage, who was at this point already trying his best to protect his ancestral ground.

While the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was doing all he could to sustain the light sphere, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes gaze upon the Nine Netherworld Peak below him. This gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of rock and protective demonic powers and drilled downwards as it probed the insides of the mountain.

"He still has power!" The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage grimaced. "He will definitely find out with a sweep like this."

That piercing gaze paused momentarily when it reached a certain area and was immediately withdrawn – even the frightening lightning bolt was gradually retracted as well.

Thunderclouds condensed in the heavens above, but even these thunderclouds dissipated swiftly as well, as if whatever just happened was just some sort of illusion.

Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin’s eyes sparkled at the same time as they lunged towards the Nine Netherworld Peak side by side.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was expressionless. Even though he felt grim and slightly downcast, there was no way he was going to sit around and do nothing and allow Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin autonomy in his mountain. In the next moment, he directed another demonic abhijna at the two of them.

The true form of the Nine Netherworld Ghost Monkey tribe greatly boosted their powers. However, this type of demons did not rely on their true form to incorporate and channel the vast powers of heaven and earth but typically used them to further the strength of their demon soul.

This was not related with day-to-day cultivation, and was purely used as a technique for battle.

This meant that the Nine Netherworld Ghost Monkeys had a stronger demon soul compared to other demons during battle. As they unleashed their mystical spells, they were more agile and able to mix reality with illusions and were highly deceptive with their offensive, which made them a lot more unpredictable for their opponents.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage transformed his demon soul into clouds of rolling black mist that re-enveloped the Nine Netherworld Peak. Streaks of Nine Nether Draught billowed around inside the thick black mist; instead of blowing them away, the winds seemed to boost its density.

Wherever the black mist spread to almost became a dead zone. Besides the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage and his kinsmen, almost anybody else below the third-level undying demonic soul stage who stepped into the black mist would find their souls frozen and left with an empty shell.

However, the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage very quickly realized that he had encountered a remarkably tough opponent.

Wang Lin stepped across the void with a calm look on his face and a casual disposition, as if he was strolling along a green meadow.

However, streams of gloomy and pale-yellow water flooded around his body. The undulating streams of yellow water eventually morphed into a long River Styx that flowed continually but was deathly silent.

The black mist and the Yin winds that came into contact with the River Styx immediately shook and quiver.

The black mist became discolored and cleansed while the Yin winds that resembled black threads of light broke apart as well, almost becoming real black threads.

The all-cleansing River Styx Primordial Water, which was something that nothing would never want to touch, met its match as well. Whatever stream of yellow river water that was mixed into the collapsing black lines were swiftly turned frozen, as if they were turned to ice.

The fierce Nine Nether Draught and the fearsome River Styx Primordial Water continued to clash against one another. However, it was because of this that the black mist and the Yin winds were unable to obstruct Wang Lin’s path forward.

A seemingly normal-looking stone bridge that was made by dark bluestone shimmered beneath Wang Lin’s feet. Its surface was riddled with thick algae, and it enjoyed a quiet existence over the rolling river and exuded an ancient and desolate aura, as if it had been there since the beginning of time.

It was Wang Lin’s Narakade Bridge. The raging River Styx Primordial Waters splashed against the Narakade Bridge and caused the entire bridge to throb as if it had come alive. The bridge took Wang Lin and surged through the Yin winds and the thick black mist.

Wang Lin walked along the bridge calmly as a black-colored great hall that was so large it resembled a sprawling city appeared above his head.

When streaks of the Nine Nether Draught crashed downwards, the black hall flickered and repelled the assault of the Nine Nether Draught with the layers of radiating light.

There was only composure and calmness in Wang Lin’s eyes. It was very different from the cold and murderous look that he had when engaging in battle with his opponents before the immortal soul stage. However, this composure was equally terrifying and still sent chills down others’ spines.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was not afraid, of course, but he could feel a headache coming as he started to realize that Wang Lin’s mantras and abhijna seemed to be designed to counter the natural talent of the Nine Netherworld Ghost Monkeys.

Under the circumstance where the River Styx Primordial Water cancelled out the effects of the Nine Nether Draught, it appeared as if there was nothing he could do to Wang Lin.

He attempted to attack Wang Lin with spells of the soul, but hit a wall once again – faced with spells of the soul, Wang Lin was even more masterful than Shi Tianhao.

In terms of strength and power, the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage in his true form was far superior to Wang Lin who had just ascended to the immortal soul stage not too long ago. However, his mantras and abhijna seemed to be playing into Wang Lin’s strengths, and appeared to be directly countered by the latter as well.

In that moment, the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage that had roamed the Barren Expanses for countless years started to develop a feeling like a tiger preying upon a porcupine – there was just nothing he could do and he had no clue where to chomp down on.

Furious roars from the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage could be heard from within the rolling black mist as specks of light sparkled from within.

This was the sparkle of starlight, and was not formed by mana – this was real starlight!

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage finally channeled the stars that he had assimilated, and wanted to use his own body as to hurt his adversary.

Wang Lin’s face did not change at all as he watched on and he said quietly, "Heaven-Sealing Lord, please show yourself."

A cold-looking youth in black clothes appeared beside Wang Lin’s body in an instant. He was holding a giant purple banner in his hands that swayed grandly in the wind as layers of light shadows flickered on the surface – this the original soul of the Heavenly God-Sealing Banner, also known as the Heaven-Sealing Lord.

This magic item was now at the Mahayana-level after continuous improvement from Lin Feng, and was now able to imprison Immortal Soul Stage Third Level cultivators. However, if unreleased, the banner was only able to contain one Immortal Soul Stage Third Level individual.

After reaching the Mahayana level, the Heaven-Sealing Lord was now able to enjoy full autonomous movement, and gained control over his original form, the Heavenly God-Sealing Banner. However, his personality was a little cold and indifferent, therefore he voiced no objections whatsoever when Lin Feng instructed him to tag along with Wang Lin.

Even though Wang Lin was only in the Immortal Soul Stage First Level, after witnessing the strength of Wang Lin’s mantras and abhijna, the Heaven-Sealing Lord was perfectly fine with following Wang Lin in his travels. This was especially true as he decided that Wang Lin’s personality was complementary to his own, and would not disturb him under normal circumstances and this pleased him immensely.

The Heaven-Sealing Lord glanced at the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage when he showed himself and said nothing more as he slapped the stem of the Heavenly God-Sealing Banner. Light shadows flickered on the surface of the flag, and the immortal soul of the Hallmaster, Xu Anda, flew down.

Xu Anda glared at Wang Lin and the Heaven-Sealing Lord but decided against wasting his words as well. Between the changing gestures of his hands, he had already cast a host of spells that stirred up the black mist formed by the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage.

Besides the fact that he had no magic treasure in possession, his level of mastery and his mantras were completely intact and was considered one of the most powerful cultivators of the Immortal Soul Stage Third Level.

Even if he was unequipped and had to fight with his bare fists, Xu Anda was not disadvantaged at all against the true form of the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage. This meant that the Nine Netherworld Grand Sage had no energy for other things anymore, and could only watch with his eyes wide open as Wang Lin proceeded forward through the black mist and into the deeper regions of the Nine Netherworld Peak with the Narakade Bridge beneath his feet.

Alarmed howls could be heard from deep within the black mist. The defense mechanisms of the ancestral ground of the Nine Netherworld Peak had been triggered and appeared to block Wang Lin’s path.

At this point, Shi Tianhao reappeared on the Narakade Bridge and arrived before the Nine Netherworld Peak with a mischievous look on his face as he teamed up with Wang Lin against the defense mechanisms of the Nine Netherworld Peak.

The Nine Netherworld Grand Sage was incensed. "That greedy pig – why is he not back yet?"

The thought had just crossed his mind when Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin paused in their tracks and extended their consciousnesses outwards at the same time. Immediately, they felt a vast aura speeding towards them from the far end of the horizon.

They turned back as the skies at the edge of the horizon split open and an immense being barreled out from within. This being grunted and grunted as it lunged towards the Nine Netherworld Peak and charged towards Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin.

This being’s physical size was clearly larger than the Nine Netherworld Peak and had a snarling face with two sinister-looking tusks that extended from the top of its snout. Its entire body was purple and riddled with blue patterns that flared with raging flames while he made growling sounds that resembled the deep booms of thunderclaps.

That ferocious bluish-purple demonic fire was the Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire of the Seven Legendary Primordial Fires!

This being was also very obviously a pig!

Shi Tianhao and Wang Lin didn’t laugh but were slightly taken aback. "The Fengxi Fire Beasts? Did these demons not become extinct after the Middle Age?"

It appeared identical to a wild boar, but it had a size so great that it stepped all over heaven and earth. It also had a body that blazed with the Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire, and it was a great demon that once roamed the Primordial Age, the Antiquity Age and the Middle Age fearlessly, and was known as the Fengxi.