How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The atmosphere froze, and everyone was at a loss. It seemed that the grand plan to strip the sword spirit was stuck at this last step.

Li Muyun was anxious, but for the time being he could only stare helplessly.

These serpents are elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Only a few have ever appeared in the long river of time. Now, we're here to collect their blood.

"Then why not try a different approach? How about using that old hag's blood of extreme yin?"

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he looked toward the long-eared immortal.

"Which old hag?"

Upon hearing this, the big blue ox casually asked a question.

The moment those words left his mouth, the big blue ox was startled and slapped its mouth three times.

"Ouch, ouch, you stubborn mouth, you stubborn mouth, are you even going to keep this?!"

He had been slapped to the edge of the Nine Nether Forbidden Land by the other side and fled all the way back. Even though he didn't see the earth-shattering battle, he could still sense some of the dissipated energy.

The one who can be called an old hag on the other side is none other than the King of the Underworld.

"..."

Long-eared Immortal was speechless for a moment, then slowly spoke after gathering his thoughts.

"Lord Hades' bloodline is far too powerful, its Yin energy too deep; it will directly shatter the array's foundation..."

Are you kidding me? The essence and blood of a saint are not something to be trifled with.

Each drop of a saint's blood essence possesses extraordinary power, capable of countless transformations and immense supernatural abilities. If one were to truly obtain this saint's blood essence, it would likely clash directly with the sword spirit, resulting in a collision of yin and yang.

"Oh no, this won't work either. So where are we supposed to find Tengshe?"

The other side is truly at a loss now. They finally found an easy and effortless method, but unexpectedly, it still can't be implemented.

Even as a saint, there are still things he cannot do, or perhaps his knowledge is too shallow. He is almost all alone, guarding the Nine Nether Forbidden Land by himself.

If it were my senior brother, he would probably just wave his hand and send all the disciples on their way to search for him...

Bi'an sighed softly, a hint of disappointment appearing on her pretty face.

At this moment, a sense of desolation surged into everyone's hearts, and countless voices clamored within Li Muyun's mind.

Even a saint or a great being is powerless here. You are destined not to obtain this divine sword. Go on, don't waste your energy here...

That's it, that's your fate. You only have a year and a half left, so you might as well enjoy it. That's all.

Is that really all there is to it?

So what are the trials and tribulations of the eighteen levels of hell?

Li Muyun looked at the other side of the river, opened his mouth, but ultimately kept it closed.

This Undying Limitless Sword is not just about the Other Shore, but about the Yin-Yang order and the existence of the Heavenly Dao. How could he allow a divine sword to shake the order of heaven and earth?

Is there really no other way? I'm so unwilling to accept this, even though I've done so much!

The thoughts in Li Muyun's mind grew wildly, turning into a long obsession. Finally, a stream of light slowly rushed out, surging from the Devouring Creation Sword.

A galaxy surges forth, its light spreading out and unfurling. The galaxy is dazzling, and the starlight, though numerous, connects to form a sea, suddenly transforming into a shimmering, silvery starry sky.

Within the scroll, a long, star-studded dress shone with extraordinary light, and a stunningly beautiful woman with a cold and aloof demeanor slowly appeared. She wore a golden crown, her bare, snow-white feet treading out with graceful steps.

"This is?"

The other side noticed this aura, and was taken aback, staring at the swirling Devouring Creation Sword with some surprise.

This is also a divine sword of creation from the Heavenly Dao. This is the sword spirit of the Devouring Heaven Creation Sword. Why does its aura seem somewhat familiar?

A touch of tenderness appeared on Chang Xi's extremely cold and beautiful face as she looked at Li Muyun.

"Child, do not worry, your mother is here."

The other side was taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to do, but quickly understood.

The sword spirit's mind was somewhat clouded, and its strength was greatly limited. It must not have fully recovered yet, which is why it made a mistake.

"I know the whereabouts of Tengshe."

Chang Xi regained his cold expression, looked at the other side of the river, and slowly uttered seven words.

These seven words sounded like thunder to everyone, instantly drawing their attention.

Even the person on the other side was delighted and asked with surprise and uncertainty.

"Is it true?"

"I never lie."

Chang Xi didn't explain much, his expression remained cold, and even when facing a powerful saint, his aura was not diminished in the slightest.

"Hey, I almost forgot about that."

The Rabbit God muttered a few words to himself, and when he saw Chang Xi suddenly appear, a look of joy appeared on his face.

How could we forget the spirit of the Devouring Creation Sword? This sword spirit is also an ancient god who knows many secrets. It's not surprising that it knows the whereabouts of the Teng Snake.

"Not only can I help you forge a great formation, but I can also seal this formation within your body, so that you will no longer be imprisoned in this Netherworld."

Chang Xi's expression was calm, but his words were like a thunderclap, striking the depths of the other shore's heart.

Bi'an narrowed his eyes, staring at Chang Xi in disbelief, trying to find any uncertain information, but all he saw was Chang Xi's resolute expression.

Escaping the Nine Netherworlds?

Born from the chaos of heaven and earth from the other shore, this was His long-cherished wish, but He also knew that this was His destiny: to suppress the Nine Netherworlds and balance the Yin and Yang energies.

It wasn't that He hadn't considered leaving this Netherworld, but the spirit of the Undying Limitless Sword had already taken root and was difficult to move. If He left, the Yin and Yang energies would be out of balance, and the world would fall apart.

But now Changxi might actually turn His long-awaited dream of countless years into reality. How could He not be surprised?

The other side stood there stunned for a long time, still unable to come to its senses; this was too much of a shock for it.

Even the Rabbit God was amazed when he heard this. This woman's methods were so powerful that she was able to move the Heavenly Wood Spirit, which was a great fortune.

Even he could only extract the sword spirit; sealing it into the other shore's body would be extremely difficult.

"I myself used this method to become a sword."

Chang Xi added casually, "The credibility of this statement is completely different."

The other shore was completely moved. He had heard the old ghost woman describe how wonderful the outside world was more than once. In this land of the Nine Netherworlds, he could hardly see any living people.

How could an ordinary person possibly escape into the Netherworld? Those who came to find her were either her fellow disciples or powerful experts, each seeking only personal gain.

"Do you really mean what you say?"

Suppressing his turbulent emotions, Bi'an looked directly into Bi'an's eyes and slowly asked.

"It's not that I can't help you, but you'll need to give my son a petal of the other shore flower."

Chang Xi stared straight at the other side without flinching, his expression calm.

"Give Li Muyun a petal from the other shore?"

Bi'an looked somewhat surprised, glancing at Li Muyun and then at Chang Xi, unable to understand for a long time how this kid had become her son.

Li Muyun is quite a character; he's very straightforward when it comes to recognizing relatives.

Bi'an chuckled inwardly, pondering for a moment, even though these Bi'an petals were quite precious.

But compared to the freedom that one has revered for thousands of years, it is better than nothing.