nyslfriends Chapter 1474 The Netherworld Revisited, The Sword of Attainment
Chapter 1474 The Netherworld Revisited, The Sword of Attainment
Chapter 1474 Return to the Netherworld, The Sword of Enlightenment
Zhuo Ming opened her eyes. The wind blew from the newly formed lakes and wetlands in the distance, carrying moist air and the fresh scent of newly sprouted grass and trees. It gently brushed against her cheeks and lifted a few strands of her hair.
Her gaze passed over the newly green mulberry treetops and landed on the clear blue sky, where a five-colored auspicious cloud floated. She bowed to Chen Mobai and Qing Nu above, saying, "Disciple greets Master and Mistress."
"Hahaha, congratulations Ming'er, as expected of my successor, you have profound blessings, even the Nascent Soul stage did not suffer a heavenly tribulation."
Amidst Chen Mobai's loud laughter, he had already landed in front of Zhuo Ming with Qing Nu.
Landing on this fertile land, Chen Mobai curiously stepped on it, feeling the texture that was completely different from the desert, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
When we first started working to restore this place, we thought that one day the desert would disappear, but we never expected it to be so successful.
“My husband, this seems to be a celestial seedling.”
Qingnu's gaze, however, fell on the thriving wheat seedling at Zhuo Ming's feet.
Chen Mobai immediately reached out and touched it, and soon sensed the origin of this immortal seedling. It was one of the seedlings that Senior Sister Tianhai had sown, named Jade Dragon Rice.
The original Jade Dragon Rice plant was of the seventh rank, but after being cultivated in the Heavenly River Realm, it adapted and degenerated into the sixth rank.
This plant is now one of the only remaining sixth-order immortal seedlings. It was food for the true spirits that originally lived on this land, and the Supreme Emperor Heavenly King may have even eaten it.
"Once this immortal seedling has grown, we can try transplanting it into the Tushita Heaven. Perhaps we can use the great power of creation there to restore it to the seventh rank."
Zhuo Ming shared her thoughts, revealing that her understanding of the innate Dao of Creation was most profound during this process of transforming into a deity.
He even felt that Fude Avenue was more suitable for him as the foundation for practicing emptiness.
"Ming'er has great fortune; her future achievements will surely be extraordinary," Chen Mobai said with a look of satisfaction.
The moment Zhuo Ming transformed into a deity, his path of saintly virtue in the Heavenly River Realm had also reached complete perfection. It seemed that his mission here was to teach this disciple to become a talent.
The Dao patterns on the tortoise-shaped treasure flashed, and the faint Dao of Destiny allowed Chen Mobai to glimpse that Zhuo Ming would be a very important existence in the Three Realms in the future.
It's possible that she'll be in charge of the reconstruction efforts following the catastrophe.
That's probably why the Heavenly Emperor bestowed the merit, since the Heavenly Emperor, who controls the complete Great Dao of Destiny, can see more than Chen Mobai.
Just as the three of them were studying the immortal seedling, streaks of primordial spirit light shone up in the Ninth Heaven.
Zhuo Ming's transformation into a deity caused the ley lines of the Eastern Continent to respond, and merits were bestowed from the heavens, naturally attracting the attention of all the top cultivators who wanted to see what was going on.
"So it was Junior Nephew Zhuo who has reached the Nascent Soul stage! No wonder he has such an astonishing presence!"
The first to arrive were the people from the Nine Heavens Demon Suppression Sect. Yuan Qingque landed with Ye Qing and Yuan Zhen. They were all delighted to see Zhuo Ming, who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage. The former even brought out a sixth-order spiritual root as a congratulatory gift.
Considering that he had already ascended to heaven on the surface, and although no one in the lower realm dared to say anything, Chen Mobai decided not to cause any trouble for the Heavenly Court. After saying goodbye to Ye Qing and the others, he prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he casually inquired about the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Ancestor and found that Yuan Qingque and the others had also lost contact with him and were mentally prepared for the Ancestor's demise.
"Ming'er, consider this a gift from your teacher to celebrate your Nascent Soul transformation."
As the master, Chen Mobai naturally wouldn't forget the gift. He took out the Ascension Platform and handed it to Zhuo Ming along with the method to open it.
When Yuan Qingque saw that the congratulatory gift was actually the Ascension Platform, she was slightly surprised. Thinking of Zhuo Ming's transformation into a deity and the merit bestowed by heaven, she thought of a possibility, and her pupils widened in shock.
After leaving behind an illusory avatar to oversee the matter and having Qing Nu take charge of Zhuo Ming's Transformation Ceremony, Chen Mobai's true body took advantage of the time to go to the Netherworld.
As the hub where the three realms converge, Dongzhou now has many roads leading directly to the underworld.
Ordinary cultivators, even those at the Void Refining stage, are limited by the Yin Qi of the Yellow Springs and cannot enter the depths of the Netherworld, but for Chen Mobai, it was as easy as walking on flat ground.
After Chen Mobai activated the Turtle Treasure and descended into the Netherworld, he waved his sleeves, and the thick, unyielding gray-black death energy around him quickly dissipated under the holy light, creating a pure land.
At the same time, powerful wills rose from the Yellow Springs, transforming into various strange phenomena, and heading towards Chen Mobai's location.
His path of saintly virtue was in natural conflict with this place, which triggered feedback from many other paths. As the ruler of the underworld, the nine sons of the Ghost Mother naturally noticed it immediately.
However, the first Nether Dragon to manifest through the Yellow Springs, upon seeing Chen Mobai's figure, disbanded its avatar and returned without looking back.
Although more than a hundred years have passed, the scene of Chen Mobai's right hand piercing through the Netherworld is still vivid in people's minds, making even the infamous Ghost Mother's nine sons tremble with fear.
The Nether Dragon showed the demeanor of an elder brother; even as he fled, he didn't forget to notify his other brothers and sisters through the Yellow Springs.
Soon, the many strange phenomena that had been surging towards Chen Mobai dissipated and disappeared into the Yellow Springs.
Chen Mobai, who had originally planned to greet the landlords like Minglong, couldn't help but shake his head upon seeing this scene, reflecting on whether he had been a bit too ruthless in the first place.
However, since Minglong and the others dare not show themselves, it is a good thing for Chen Mobai.
Following the connection with the Pure Yang Set, he quickly arrived at the location of the Yuan Yang Sword.
This is a desolate and imprisoned place, where even the void itself is frozen solid, resembling a massive piece of black amber. At its core lies a chilling, deathly aura, as viscous as ink and as solidified as ancient ice. Any life force or radiance not belonging to this realm will be eroded and frozen by this extreme yin and cold deathly intent, ultimately becoming part of death itself.
But in the deepest part, there is an “anomaly” floating.
That was Chen Mobai's Yuanyang Sword.
The once glorious sword of saintly virtue now shines with all its light, like a dusty iron bar.
Black chains formed from the condensed aura of death and the terrifying chill that could freeze souls and extinguish all life force appeared from all directions and wrapped around the Yuan Yang Sword.
If it were an ordinary sixth-tier sword, it would have been frozen and shattered by these Netherworld Origins long ago.
But the Yuan Yang Sword is using this to complete its final transformation.
The cold chains made contact with the sword, constantly sparking, as the sword was eradicating all traces of the sacred path except for the netherworld.
Over a hundred years have passed, and the original pure gold of the sword has turned into dark gold.
The moment Chen Mobai arrived, the silent spine of the Yuanyang Sword suddenly trembled.
"Buzz!"
A faint, yet seemingly timeless, sword cry rang out from the very core of the sword!
As the sword rang out, the countless nether chains binding it trembled violently and snapped one by one with a cracking sound.
During this process, the blade of the Yuanyang Sword developed a few cracks. This was because the surface dust was shaken off, and a dazzling holy radiance shone from the cracks, like a lamp wick being lit in a dark room, or a spark thrown into a furnace, bursting forth with a roar.
At this moment, Chen Mobai's expression turned solemn. He used the Cantong Qi to control the Yuanyang Sword, guiding it to sublimate and take that most crucial step.
As the chains broke one by one, the Yuan Yang Sword became increasingly agile, beginning its final tempering and sublimation!
The thick layer of dust on the sword, like an old mud shell, cracked inch by inch under the impact of the holy light.
As all the dust settled, the transformed Yuan Yang Sword appeared before Chen Mobai's eyes. It was like pure gold, like the purest flame, or like the torch of civilization, flowing and surging slowly across the sword's body.
Chen Mobai could sense that the entire Holy Virtue Path in the Netherworld had been entrusted to this sword, and its power was ten or even a hundred times greater than before.
Even so, the Yuan Yang Sword is still only at the sixth rank and cannot be considered a treasure for achieving enlightenment.
The Purple Cloud Palace shimmered in Chen Mobai's palm, and the Holy Virtue Light, like a small sun, purified all the cold and deathly aura of this hellish place.
The last few stubborn black chains binding the Yuan Yang Sword vanished instantly, and the Yuan Yang Sword trembled as it flew into the Holy Virtue in Chen Mobai's palm.
Chen Mobai took a deep breath and, without further hesitation, reached out and grasped the sword hilt.
With a boom, the Holy Sun in his right palm merged entirely into the sword in that instant.
Under the influence of the Holy Virtue of Zixiao Palace, the crimson flames on the sword's spine began to solidify, reflecting many mysterious patterns.
Gradually, these patterns transformed into miniature images of the nation's mountains and rivers, into the light of prayers from countless homes, and into the imprint of civilization passed down through generations.
At the tip of the sword, a radiance as warm and smooth as jade, yet imbued with the will of civilization, condensed. With a wave of Chen Mobai's hand, light once again appeared in the endless, dark Netherworld.
Piercing through the darkness, Chen Mobai saw the wails of the dead, the whispers of ghosts, and the despair accumulated over countless ages of death.
This is the Netherworld, an abandoned place.
But at this moment, the Yuan Yang Sword, which embodies the Great Dao of Sacred Virtue, unleashed a purifying light here.
Countless souls were cleansed by the clear sound of the sword's chant, awakening from their frenzy. Their wails turned into prayers, their eyes cleared, and finally, they bowed and knelt in worship toward the place where Chen Mobai was.
At this moment, the Yuan Yang Sword finally broke through its limits, and the holy radiance flowing on the sword was so pure that it was without any impurities, perfect and flawless.
"Zheng!"
A clear, resounding sword cry, seemingly echoing from the source of the long river of humanity, suddenly shattered the eternal silence of the netherworld!
This sword's cry was not a sound of blazing swords, but a declaration of perfect virtue and the attainment of the Great Dao; it was the illumination of the eternally dark abyss by the fire of civilization.
The sword rang out, and the sun, which had only appeared once in the Netherworld, rose again.
Just as Minglong and the others' expressions changed drastically, thinking that Chen Mobai was about to completely annihilate the Netherworld, they were surprised to find that the sunlight shining on the undead in the Netherworld did not purify or eliminate them, but instead made them calm and comfortable.
Centered on the Yuanyang Sword, a warm, clear realm imbued with civilization and order suddenly unfolded in the Netherworld.
This light is neither scorching nor dazzling; it possesses a vast and powerful force that pierces through illusion, soothes wounds, and guides the spirits of the dead towards the land of reincarnation.
At this moment, the Nether Dragon, as the ruler of the Netherworld, deeply sensed that the Netherworld had changed.
The Netherworld truly merged into the Three Realms, becoming the final destination of death and a part of the cycle of life and death.
Meanwhile, the Yuan Yang Sword, which had completed the education of the Netherworld, was quietly held in Chen Mobai's palm.
The sword had been completely sublimated, measuring three feet and three inches in length, its entire body flowing with a warm and restrained crimson-gold divine light. On its spine, the phantom images of mountains and rivers, the lights of countless homes, and the cycle of life and death flowed ceaselessly, embodying civilization. A point of light shone from the sword's edge, radiating the pure brilliance of saintly virtue, its power vast and imposing, majestic and righteous.
This sword has now reached the seventh rank!
The treasure for attaining enlightenment!
It was at this moment that Chen Mobai's understanding of the Great Dao of Sacred Virtue broke through to the most crucial level.
He felt that he was ready to take the step of achieving Dao integration.
With a flash of silver light, Chen Mobai had once again left the Netherworld.
Only the clear, resonant sound of the sword remains, eternally echoing in the hearts of the dead in this forgotten, eternally dark land.