Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Moreover, the Eternal Night did provide them with some key information, which was also helpful in repairing the Blade of the God of War.

Eternal Night chuckled and said, "What weapon?" There was a bit of curiosity and expectation in his voice, as if he was guessing what kind of weapon Wang Hun would take out.

Wang Hun said nothing, but silently took out the Netherworld Bone Sword he obtained from killing the Skeleton Emperor.

The sword is six feet tall, with a broad and heavy blade. On the dark metal texture, strange blood-like lines are faintly visible, as if whispering about the past years that were tainted by evil forces. Each line seems to be a path leading to the abyss of hell, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The King Soul used his soul power to slowly float the sword to the side of Eternal Night.

Eternal Night looked at the Nether Bone Sword and said, "This is the Skeleton Emperor's sword. It also has the power of death. It seems that he used the Bone Gnawing Curse and sacrificed some of his men."

There seemed to be a hint of teasing in the voice of Eternal Night, gently floating in the air.

Eternal Night looked at the Netherworld Bone Sword, examined it carefully, and said with a smile: "These skeletons are nothing special. It's easy to deal with them with your ability. However, their number is far more than this, and their power is spread all over the western side of the Hell Realm." There was a bit of disdain in his voice, as if he did not take the strength of these skeletons seriously, but from his words, one could also hear his understanding of the power of the skeleton army. This could be regarded as a reminder to the King Souls, asking them to be more cautious in their future actions.

Wang Hun said calmly, "There's nothing to be afraid of. Keep the sword. We are leaving."

There was fearlessness in Wang Hun's eyes. Although he knew that the road ahead was full of challenges, he did not back down because he shouldered the future of the Underworld.

The King Soul cancelled the release of soul power, and the Nether Bone Sword fell down. Eternal Night immediately reached out and grabbed it. He held the hilt tightly, feeling the power of death coming from the sword, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if this sword had a special attraction to him.

Wang Hun and Bu Wen turned around and left the gloomy cave.

As their figures gradually faded away, the cave returned to its former eerie and silence. Eternal Night stood at the entrance of the cave, looking in the direction they left, and remained silent for a long time. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps he was thinking about the future of the Hades, or perhaps he was weighing his own interests and position.

On the Guming Mountain, the cold wind whistled past, as if the resentful souls from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory were crying softly, revealing endless desolation and chill.

At this moment, the mountains and plains were filled with the remaining soul energy of countless dead skeleton armies. They were like balls of blue will-o'-the-wisp fire, floating in the air, emitting a strange and cold breath.

These skeleton armies are actually dead people who were driven by darkness and evil in their lifetime and constantly caused killing and disputes in this hellish place. Now their consciousness is completely destroyed, and only these soul energies remain. Like lost souls, they linger in every corner of the Ancient Dark Mountain, as if telling the bloody and sinful past.

The illusory yet profound soul of Nitian Erxing appeared again. He stood quietly on the road, his eyes slowly sweeping over the free soul energies around him. A complex look flashed in his eyes, like pity and helplessness.

After a moment, he sighed slightly and murmured to himself: "Well, you did a lot of evil in your life, and your sins are already serious. Now you have ended up like this, which can be regarded as karma. In this case, let these soul energies become my strength, so that I can return to the world as soon as possible and continue to protect the underworld."

After saying that, Ni Tian Erxing slowly raised his hands, and a soft yet powerful light appeared around him. That light contained his unique soul power, like an invisible net, spreading towards the soul energy around him.

Driven by his power, the originally free soul energies seemed to be attracted by some powerful attraction and began to slowly gather towards him. At first, they moved sparsely, but gradually, the speed became faster and faster, like streams of blue water, continuously flowing towards Nitianxing.

He looked focused and beads of soul sweat were faintly oozing out of his forehead. It was obvious that the process of collecting soul energy was not an easy task and required a great deal of his effort and energy.

After collecting all the soul energy on the Ancient Ming Mountain, Ni Tian Erxing did not stop. His figure flashed and he rushed down the mountain like an illusory light and shadow.

Soon, they arrived at the halfway point of the mountain. There was also a lot of soul energy here, which was either attached to the jagged rocks or wandering among the withered grass and trees, as if looking for something.

Seeing this, Ni Tian Er Xing exerted his power again. The light became brighter and covered a wider range. The soul energies hidden everywhere struggled for a few times, but ultimately could not resist the powerful suction. They were all drawn into the light and became part of Ni Tian Er Xing's power.

Then, he continued to rush down the mountain and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. Although the soul energy here was relatively thin, the quantity was quite considerable.

Ni Tian Er Xing did not slack off at all, and continued to drive his own power seriously to collect all the soul energy here. During the collection process, occasionally a few strands of soul energy tried to escape, but he was quick to capture them, not giving them any chance to escape.

After collecting all the energy, Ni Tian Er Xing returned to the cemetery on the top of the mountain with full soul energy. The cemetery still exuded a solemn atmosphere, as if it was a silent guardian, witnessing the changes of time and the rise and fall of the underworld.

Ni Tian Erxing carefully hid deep in the cemetery, found a relatively secluded and quiet place, and began to condense his body.

He was seen sitting cross-legged, slowly releasing the collected soul energy and surrounding himself. These soul energies were like obedient children, integrating into his soul little by little according to his wishes, blending and converging with his original power.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned slightly, as if he was enduring the pain and pressure of the process of condensing his physical body, but his expression remained firm and he had no intention of giving up.

He knew very well that only by going through this ordeal could he be truly reborn, and only then could he once again clear the way for the future of the Underworld and safeguard the hard-earned peace and tranquility.

During this long and silent process, the only sound in the cemetery was Ni Tian Erxing's even and slightly heavy breathing, as if he was waiting for the moment of rebirth together with this ancient cemetery, waiting for him to appear before the world again in a powerful posture and continue the legendary story of the underworld.