Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 482 - 472: Discovery (Combined - 4,800 Words)
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Chapter 482: Chapter 472: Discovery (Combined Chapter 4,800 Words)
Underworld Realm.
After a whirlwind sensation, twenty to thirty members of the Yellow Springs Sect were finally transmitted to this realm.
Before their eyes lay vast, steep gray-brown cliffs, and in the distance, they could see numerous dark caves of varying sizes, with hardly any vegetation in sight.
Above them was a dark gray sky, devoid of the sun, moon, or any stars.
Surrounding them were billows of black, gray, and white smoke, filled with the pervasive stench of sulfur.
Clearly, they were situated in an extremely vast and unknown basin or valley.
“This part of the Underworld Realm is the prison where our sect holds important figures, crafted in imitation of the Heavenly Abyss.
It is said that the Heavenly Abyss is filled with poisonous smoke, fiery mist, and demonic spirits. Even a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator will face death at every step and find it hard to survive!”
“Aside from the common prison for ordinary prisoners,
there are thirty-three independent sky prisons specifically for important figures, each one as large as a small city.”
“We need to head to the Ninth Sky Prison, where a powerful Body Cultivator is supposedly held?
We are to collect the sinister liquid from the outskirts, and we must not venture too deep. Triggering an array would mean death with no place to bury us.”
“Roar!”
At this moment, a terrifying monster’s roar suddenly echoed from afar, akin to thunder exploding beside their ears.
Many present broke out in goosebumps, their hearts chilled, and even some people’s spiritual power fluctuated violently.
’Is it a Great Demon? Or a monster above that level?’
Lou Yi was also shocked.
He suddenly felt the need to reevaluate the power of the Yellow Springs Sect.
Rumor has it that the Yellow Springs Sect has tight arrangements in other nations of the Central Continent.
Zhao Kingdom might just be a minor piece in their grand scheme.
“Welcome, everyone, to the Underworld Realm.”
A man in yellow suddenly approached, wearing a monkey-like bronze mask.
The mask bore a semblance of a smirk, with faint white light flickering where the pupils should be, making it impossible to see the eyes.
The aura emanating from him was even stronger than that of the Foundation Establishment Elder guarding the previous array, causing everyone to become even more respectful.
“Lord Patroller!”
All the sect members greeted him with bows.
“I will take you to the Ninth Sky Prison. Many monsters lurk around the perimeter, and killing them will yield sinister liquid.
Remember, do not go too deep. Powerful arrays left by our sect’s Ancient Cultivators lie within; those who trigger them will be attacked by the array, leaving no remains.”
After speaking, the man in yellow turned and walked forward, with the others closely following behind.
As they walked, Lou Yi felt a slight warmth emanate from the rocks beneath their feet.
The cliffs on either side occasionally revealed dark crevices, with unknown scaly beasts sometimes darting out, only to slink back upon seeing the group.
The valley had many forks.
At every important fork, there was a yellow-clad figure wearing a similar bronze mask, patrolling.
The air was thick with black and yellow smoke, causing a burning sensation in the lungs with even a single breath.
Beyond a hundred yards, the space appeared folded and somewhat illusory, unclear to the eye.
“Remember, do not wander off. If you stray into another patroller’s territory, I may not be able to save you,” the monkey-masked patroller warned calmly, “There was once a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who mistakenly entered the vicinity of another sky prison and was killed; the matter was settled without further ado.”
Their hearts tightened upon hearing this.
After progressing swiftly for about a stick of incense’s time, they arrived at the entrance of a massive dark gray cave.
The cave entrance was over ten zhang high and five or six zhang wide, with the sound of dripping water echoing from within.
At the top of the rock face, several bold black characters were inscribed: Ninth Sky Prison.
The patroller showed no intention of entering; instead, he instructed the arriving sect members, “Do not go too deep. I have no idea what’s inside.
You have only one day, so hurry back to the surface.”
After saying this, he watched Lou Yi and the others enter the cave one by one.
Inside the cave, every few dozen steps, an oil lamp hung on the rock wall, casting a dim light.
However, those present were all cultivators with significant cultivation and were naturally not much affected.
Without the mysterious and powerful patroller by their side, the group felt more relaxed and began to converse.
“Why don’t the elders come in person?”
“I’ve heard that those with high cultivation would provoke the terrifying beings deep within the sky prison, causing unrest.”
“Aside from the patrollers who are permanent residents of this realm, typically those with high cultivation avoid entering the Underworld Realm.
Many arrays here were set up by great powers over ten thousand years ago; whether the Yellow Springs Sect still has such personnel is uncertain.”
Inside the Ninth Sky Prison, the sights were nothing but jagged, black rock surfaces.
Now and then, a narrow opening appeared, with unidentified white liquid dripping from overhead cracks, forming murky puddles on the ground.
Some parts of the passage were tall, over ten zhang high, while others were so low that one had to duck to pass through.
After a moment’s walk, they came upon a massive circular plaza.
Its perimeter connected to dozens of similarly sized openings, each capable of allowing two or three people to enter simultaneously.
’Which opening should we enter?’
Before the group could finish pondering—
A white figure suddenly drifted out from one of the openings, hurtling towards the outermost male cultivator at lightning speed!
The male cultivator was startled, producing a red Fire Talisman in his hand, which turned into a firebird that charged at the white figure with spiritual power input.
“Ah!!!”
A high-pitched, sharp scream rang out, causing dizziness and ringing in their ears.


