Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 85. Xiao Qingfeng

"You mean the nether energy is out of balance?"

Lu Changyuan opened Luo's cell and listened to Luo speak.

He nodded and said, "That's right. The King of the Underworld has not returned for a long time. The Underworld Kingdom will only last for a few more cycles before it dissipates. The spirits here will also return to dust and ashes."

Nothing in this world is permanent.

Even the kingdom left behind by the King of the Underworld should have long since vanished into the annals of history.

Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Was it because of this that you wanted me to become the acting Underworld Lord in the first place?"

Luo roared.

Without someone from Yaoguang to restore order to the Underworld, the Underworld's energy will become unbalanced, and everything will return to nothingness.

The silver-haired girl stood beside Lu Changyuan, carrying a birdcage, like the brightest moon in the darkness, lonely yet radiant.

Her voice was as ethereal as ever.

"Young Master Lu?"

Lu Changyuan shook his head: "What do you mean I'm the only one qualified?"

Su Youwan frowned slightly: "Young Master Lu?"

She couldn't understand what Ling was saying and was waiting for Lu Changyuan to explain it to her, but Lu Changyuan just stood there watching Luo.

half an hour.

Lu Changyuan then explained.

The Underworld desperately needs a ruler to circulate the Netherworld energy. If the Netherworld energy doesn't circulate, the Underworld will be like a river that has turned into stagnant water, and it will eventually disappear.

When Lu Changyuan entered the Underworld before, he subdued the spirits, so they were willing to let him temporarily assume the position of Underworld King.

But this is only temporary. When the King of the Underworld returns, everything will have to be returned to him.

Lu Changyuan naturally refused to accept this. After staying in the Underworld for over a hundred years, he forcibly left the Underworld by taking a deadly path.

The spirit of the Underworld waned for another thousand years. Just when the Underworld was on its last legs, someone returned the sun and moon dial. Originally, as long as the sun and moon dial was present, even if the King of the Underworld was not present, the Underworld could restore order and regulate the balance of the Underworld energy.

But things took an unexpected turn. The Underworld did not remain peaceful for several hundred years. The last time the Underworld appeared in the mortal world to call for the return of the Underworld King, as was customary, the sundial was stolen.

This was indeed a strange thing. The sundial was hidden at the bottom of the palace, which was already a secret place. Moreover, one had to use a special method to resonate with the palace in order to enter the prison of sins.

It's even stranger that the person was able to sneak into the prison of sins, steal the sun and moon dial, and not even alarm the law of the King of the Underworld.

Lu Changyuan was able to enter the Prison of Sin because he had stayed there for a long time, and he had become one with the spirits in a physical sense, and even received the title "Yu". The spirits acknowledged his status.

How did the thief manage to do that?
no one knows.

The spirits only knew that a person named Xiao Qingfeng had stolen the sundial, but they had no idea where Xiao Qingfeng was hiding.

Lu Changyuan frowned: "If his target was the sundial, then why did he steal it but not leave the Underworld?"

The sundial is still in the underworld; what exactly does it want to do?
Luo roared again.

Lu Changyuan came to his senses: "By the way, why are you imprisoned here? You can't have been turned into a sinful spirit too, can you? And what about that armored spirit that attacked me just now? Why was it all black?"

The spirits of the underworld should all be grayish-white, like phantoms.

This was the first time Lu Changyuan had ever seen a spirit that was completely black, like a lump of coal.

Lu Changyuan did not receive an answer.

Two lines of scarlet blood suddenly appeared in his eyes.

You are about to die.

The River Styx is about to appear.

I'm going to die?!

~
Wang Lian was running around in a panic.

crazy.

All crazy.

Before coming, she believed that even if she couldn't snatch the Three Lives Fruit, she could still use her looks to seduce someone who did. Given the opportunity, even if the opponent was a fourth-realm cultivator, a realm higher than her, she was confident that she could make that person infatuated with her and obediently hand over the fruit in one night.

These cultivators from the immortal cultivation world...

Upon encountering someone from the Hehuan Sect, the first reaction is never to avoid them, but rather to think, "I am so powerful, I certainly won't be bewitched by the Hehuan sorcerers."

Just taste the flavor of the Hehuan demon, and then the next day you can pull up your pants and pretend you don't know him.

Most people who thought this way fell for the bait, and in the end, those who used to just stare blankly would say, "Hehuan Sect is so great."

Now she would say, "She's different, she really loves me."

Wang Lian cultivates the method of releasing desires, and her skill in serving people is superb. Xiao Hai is now completely satisfied with her.

Therefore, she was full of confidence.

But something's not right.

Wang Lian stared in disbelief at the chaotic crowd.

At first, everyone was indeed scrambling for the fruit.

But then, slowly, things started to go wrong. Ever since that deformed, four-armed, four-realm cultivator entered the battlefield, the entire battlefield was infected by a strange atmosphere.

kill.

Kill kill kill!

Kill everyone! What Three Lives Fruit? Kill everyone, and the fruit will naturally be mine!
This idea quickly spread to everyone.

It went from "stealing fruit" to pure violent venting.

The spells of various schools and sects bloomed, as if blood-red flowers were about to bloom in the underworld.

Wang Lian was terrified.

She saw even stranger things.

Those who died fell to the ground; some were devoured by spirits, while others merged into the reddish-brown ground.

Gurgling.

Soon, the ground surged and churned like a swamp, forming one black spirit after another.

The newly formed black spirits stood in formation, then one by one disappeared into the shadows, their destination unknown, looking eerie and terrifying.

What on earth happened here?!

Before Wang Lian could think it through, the lantern began to glow white.

It's getting dark.

Wang Lian hurriedly returned to the room where she had rested the night before, only to find that Mei Zhaozhao was also looking at the sky.

At this moment, the sky of the Underworld seemed to be stained with a layer of blood. Between the black and red, the black and white false sun seemed to open its mouth wide, revealing a smiling face, as if it wanted to devour people.

"Holy Maiden! The situation seems to have changed somewhat."

"It's alright, we're just here to find someone, as long as we find them."

Mei Zhaozhao didn't know exactly what had happened, but she figured she could just stay calm and wait for things to change.

A cold wind blew through the hall, and Xiao Qingfeng's memorial tablet suddenly began to shake.

Xiao Hai stumbled out: "Fairy Wang Lian, I feel like something's wrong with me."

His face turned red, not a healthy, rosy red, but as if his blood and qi were surging and overflowing, as if he were about to bleed from all seven orifices.

Wang Lian grabbed Xiao Hai's hand and circulated the Hehuan technique. She exclaimed in surprise, "How come your qi and blood are like this?"

Xiao Hai shared a bed with Wang Lian. He was only at the first realm and quite old. Even though Wang Lian held back, Xiao Hai still looked like he was in a deficit.

But when Wang Lian came to examine Xiao Hai's blood and qi, she was surprised to find that Xiao Hai's blood was excessively hot, as if he were a vigorous young man in his twenties. His blood and qi were surging so much that they almost broke through his skin, turning him into a blood-soaked man.

Mei Zhaozhao frowned and said, "What has affected him?"

(End of this chapter)