Chapter 756 - 485: The Celestial Ruins Are About to Begin! (Double-Length)

Chapter 756: Chapter 485: The Celestial Ruins Are About to Begin! (Double-Length)

This place is filled with ghosts and evil Yin, known to many from the Human Race as the Hell Abyss, the abode of demons.

In the past, when the Human Race held sway over the Nine Provinces, this An Province was considered the most unique area, the place of human exile.

Now, however, An Province has become the playground for bizarre dark-element demons.

An Province borders the Nine Netherworld, and it is said that the Nine Netherworld was influenced for so long by An Province it began to show signs of assimilation, often appearing dim and gloomy.

At the border between An Province and Nine Netherworld, three figures swiftly arrived.

"Senior, up ahead is the Nine Netherworld." Song Changping’s scarlet eyes stared at the increasingly dark light in front of the Nine Netherworld without any sense of unfamiliarity.

He and Song Chang’an had first explored the Nine Netherworld, venturing deep into the An Province.

Beside him was his second brother, Song Chang’an.

In front of him, addressed as senior, was a figure exuding a chilling aura, with few signs of life.

The figure wore an ancient black shirt, his skin faintly tinged with blue, inexplicably covered with a layer of persistent frost.

His pupils were pitch-black, devoid of any emotion, his face stiff and wooden, surveying the dim light ahead.

The darkness of An Province seemed to abruptly halt here, gradually being dispelled.

"Senior, why come here? The Nine Netherworld is not like An Province; it doesn’t have as many Yin Stones for you to recover your consciousness..." Song Chang’an couldn’t help but say.

"There are disturbances from ancient aura here, perhaps something I am searching for..." The figure spoke, his voice hoarse, faintly echoing with the friction of his throat bones, vague and deep.

"Really." Song Changping could sense the senior was withholding something, but given the help he provided them, he didn’t intend to dig deep. The undead corpse had assisted them a lot; otherwise, they might have had their Spiritual Qi drained and perished in An Province.

Therefore, he didn’t plan on probing further, exchanging a glance with Song Chang’an before following the undead corpse senior onward.

The three undead figures unhesitatingly entered the Nine Netherworld.

However, they weren’t the only ones arriving in the Nine Netherworld. No wall is impermeable, and word of the entrance to the Celestial Ruins Realm in the Nine Netherworld has spread for years.

Now, upon hearing wind of it, chaos ensued, with many demons rushing into the Nine Netherworld, waiting for the entrance to the Celestial Ruins Realm to open.

Even many human strongmen within the Nine Netherworld held a watchful attitude.

The Celestial Ruins Realm entrance in Yun Province was controlled by Emperor Yun, forcing people to compete with the Demon Race to enter through the Nine Netherworld.

Yun Province, Shangli Dao, Cloud Emperor City.

When Song Changming arrived at the Imperial City again, the novelty of his first visit was gone.

After all, due to various reasons over the years, he had been to Cloud Emperor City more than once.

Even here and throughout the territory of Shangli Dao, there were industries expanded by Song Ping’an!

The numerous spiritual materials produced by the Sea of Spiritual Energy here were procured daily by Song Ping’an, transported south to Cui Bai Dao, and handed over to Song Changming.

Therefore, the relationship between Song Changming and Cloud Emperor City was actually quite close.

For Song Changming, the mysterious veil of Cloud Emperor City had long since vanished.

Aside from the Imperial City title and the support from the Sea of Spiritual Energy, in reality, Cloud Emperor City was just an exceptionally bustling human city.

Inside it was composed of martial artists, ordinary citizens, officials, families, and other entities, with nothing too special.

"It’s been a while, Younger Brother Hu."

As Prince Cui and Song Changming arrived, Prince Xia, their closest relation, came to visit.

"Greetings, Prince Xia." Song Changming greeted after the two exchanged pleasantries.

"Changming, since we last met, your strength and cultivation must have progressed," Prince Xia asked with interest.

He knew of Song Changming’s extraordinary prowess; this year’s absence surely brought significant changes.

"Not to speak much, but Changming is now a Middle Realm Grandmaster." Prince Cui chuckled softly.

Prince Xia inhaled deeply.

He had underestimated Song Changming’s cultivation progress.

A hundred-year-old Middle Realm Grandmaster was astounding just hearing about it.

Accompanying Prince Xia, Hong Zhen’s formerly resolute expression now showed surprise.

He had entered the Grandmaster Realm shortly after Song Changming, yet now Song Changming was a Middle Realm Grandmaster, while he had just refined the fourth Purple Mansion Essence Blood, not even halfway through Early Realm cultivation.

Reflecting on this, Hong Zhen shook his head.

In terms of cultivation, comparing oneself to a genius like Song Changming was truly dispiriting.

"Thus, you must vie for a slot to enter the Celestial Ruins Realm." Prince Xia immediately stated.

"However, more demons must enter the Celestial Ruins Realm this time, meaning conflict within it..."

Prince Cui waved his hand, saying, "Battles with the Demon Race have always occurred, whether inside or outside the Celestial Ruins Realm, there’s no difference."

Song Changming thought similarly; in fact, powerful demons participated, providing him with a perfect opportunity to harvest high-grade Demon Blood Essence, an opportunity not to be missed.

But speaking of this now was premature; the Imperial Banquet hadn’t started yet, nor had he truly gained entry to the Celestial Ruins Realm.

"I’m curious why His Majesty scheduled the banquet ahead of time this year?" Prince Cui inquired.

"Perhaps related to the Celestial Ruins Realm..." Prince Xia uncertainly replied.

"Forget it, tomorrow will shed light." Prince Cui didn’t speculate further, knowing the Imperial Banquet was the next day.

At night, Song Changming, as previous times, stayed at the residence left by Prince Cui in Cloud Emperor City.

Drawing the saber at his waist, the prize chosen last time from Cloud Emperor’s Blade Tower, the God-devouring Saber.

The silver-white hilt held firmly in his hand, emitted a bright silver glow under the moonlight.

The black blade was like a black hole, swallowing all light, without any reflective refraction.

Using a cloth, he lightly wiped it, sparking a series of sword cries that seemed disgruntled, seemed to be pouting.

"Don’t be impatient." Song Changming said, flicking the blade with his finger, producing a crisp hum.

Roar!

A pitch-black evil beast abruptly emerged halfway from the blade, roaring at Song Changming.

Song Changming remained unfazed, merely raising his fist.

The beast immediately withdrew its expression, displaying a slight fear, obediently retracting.

The beast was not a tangible entity; neither its roar nor its form emerging from the blade was visible except to Song Changming.

The beast was the saber’s sword spirit, the source of the saber’s power and peculiarity.

Through more than twenty years of coexistence, Song Changming understood the beast hidden inside could not be tamed; ferocity was the saber’s strongest attribute.

If it could be tamed, the saber’s characteristics would fundamentally change.

Song Changming didn’t require taming the saber, only keeping the beast fearing his strength, thus making the saber comply.

"There will be times for you to emerge." Song Changming soothed the beast’s anxiousness.

Due to Song Changming’s overwhelming strength, he hadn’t truly used the spirit saber for a long time.

Even against Great Demons, he could settle with mere punches, and the beast in the saber eagerly wished to battle powerful creatures and devour their essence and malice, feeding and strengthening itself.

The beast’s irritation stemmed from not feeding on decent sustenance for a long time.

But it couldn’t entirely blame Song Changming; the sword spirit was too picky, disdainful of devouring weaker opponents.

Finding adversaries evenly matched with Song Changming wasn’t easy.

As the long blade gradually calmed, Song Changming sheathed it beside him and, sensing a message, took out the Communication Jade Scroll from the Heaven and Earth Ring.

Inside was a simple note from Su Qingqing.

Today, the Little Phoenix was suddenly taken away by the Hawk.

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