Chapter 1 By the Death Coast

On the shore of the Death Coast, An Qisheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze reflecting the outlines of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld was created by Gu Changfeng, using his own inner world as its core, accommodating ninety percent of the world's Yin energy, resentment, and death, causing his inner world to sink into eternal death.

Later, he hung this realm beneath the human world, transforming it into the Netherworld.

Numerous thresholds within were designed to cleanse the world of all Yin energy and resentment.

The Sea of Netherworld is one of them, and the most important.

All souls in the world, guided by the Yin Si City Gods or Yin Si ghost messengers, must first cross this Sea of Netherworld. The sea is both vast and minuscule, depending on the amount of Yin energy and resentment within a person.

Once across this sea, ninety percent of a person's Yin energy and death are cleansed.

Therefore, without someone to ferry them across, even a Yuan Shen Dharma or a cultivator of pure unity would be unable to cross this Sea of Netherworld.

Because this is where the Dao of the Netherworld Monarch resides.

To cross it is to contend against the Netherworld Monarch.

Therefore, seeing the ghost ship drifting over without a ferryman, those who understood the Netherworld's ways experienced a slight change in expression.

"Crap, the Netherworld has been out of contact for too long, there are no ferrymen here!"

Daoist Ming Xin's expression shifted slightly.

The Sea of Netherworld is not ordinary seawater but a collection of all the Yin energy, resentment, and misfortune from throughout the ages, not something that ordinary people can trifle with.

If one is not careful, not only will they fall into the sea, but even a single wave could overwhelm them. It seemed that only An Qisheng would remain unscathed.

"Not a big problem."

Wei Shaoyou chuckled.

"Hmm?"

Daoist Ming Xin was puzzled.

Then, he heard a hoarse voice:

"So the Real Person wants me to do this chore?"

It was Yan Xiake, who lifted the cloak he had worn for ninety years, revealing a crystalline skeleton beneath, more perfect than any crystal in the world.

"White, White Bone Devil?"

Daoist Ming Xin was startled: "Gold, silver, copper, iron, jade, stone, crystal, you, you're only one step away from refining death into life!"

His heart was filled with disbelief. This appearance was clearly the pinnacle of White Bone Devil cultivation!

"You little Daoist, you do have some insight."

Yan Xiake grinned, his eye sockets filled with flickering ghost fire.

"Those who are able should work harder, this ferrying job can only be done by you."

An Qisheng chuckled.

The Sea of Netherworld cannot be crossed, this is not a legend, but a rule, a rule of the Netherworld, a rule that even the Netherworld Monarch himself must abide by.

He would naturally follow local customs.

Of course, he could handle this boat, but why bother when there was ready labor available?

Yan Xiake shook his head, but he did not resist.

He was also eager to try something he had never encountered before.

Whoosh~

At this moment, the ghost ship broke through the waves from the Sea of Death, splashing droplets of ink black water, scaring Wei Shaoyou and Daoist Ming Xin into retreating.

An Qisheng beckoned, and the splashing droplets flew towards him, transforming into a pitch-black water ball emitting a dangerous aura in his palm.

Sizzling~

Visibly, there was intense friction on the water ball, and faintly, it seemed as if thousands upon thousands of demons and ghosts were struggling and roaring within.

"This sea is quite interesting, no wonder it can suppress that 'Hui'..."

An Qisheng took a closer look and casually threw it into the sea.

This vast sea contains all the Yin and evil energy of the world from ancient times to the present. It seems weightless, but in fact, its weight is unimaginable.

A single drop is heavier than a mountain, not only eroding the Yuan Shen but also suppressing the physical body. In a way, it can be considered a treasure of heaven and earth.

In fact, there were evil cultivators who thought of taking this water to practice magic, but this water is extremely Yin and evil, and it is also located in the Netherworld, so how many evil cultivators would dare to come?

Those who dared to come were buried within.

Buried in the depths of the Netherworld Sea with that 'Hui', known as one of the Ten Ferocious Ones of the Imperial Heaven, the most murderous.

"'Hui' is suppressed in the depths of this Netherworld Sea?"

Wei Shaoyou gasped, his scalp tingling.

He knew that with the Netherworld Monarch's sacrifices as nodes, the ten great demon ghosts should have already awakened a few years before or after, otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to be born completely in the following two hundred years.

In other words, that 'Hui', known as one of the Ten Ferocious Ones of the Imperial Heaven, the most murderous, had already been resurrected at this time.

If they were suddenly attacked while crossing the sea, the situation would be extremely dangerous.

"The, the Ten Ferocious Ones of the Imperial Heaven?"

Hearing this name, Daoist Ming Xin's expression also changed drastically, and his gaze towards the Sea of Death was as if he had seen a ghost.

"Master, it's dangerous..."

The yellow dog on An Qisheng's shoulder also stood up, its fur standing on end, obviously greatly frightened.

The name of the Ten Ferocious Ones of the Imperial Heaven was too great, especially for non-human beings.

Only Yan Xiake seemed to have no reaction.

With a leap, he jumped onto the ghost ship, casually picked up an oar, and waved it a few times, cursing with a smile: "This thing is so heavy, are those ferrymen all Yuan Shen Great Real Persons?"

"Cross the sea."

An Qisheng walked onto the boat, Wei Shaoyou hesitated for a moment, and followed along with Daoist Ming Xin.

Once on the boat, the scene in front of them changed again.

Although they were only a few feet apart, the coast they had been standing on was already shrouded in Yin mist. Looking around, the world was pitch black, without any light or color.

Once on the boat, the few people immediately felt dizzy, and all kinds of thoughts arose in their minds, chaotic as if they were going mad.

"Concentrate, calm your Qi."

Wei Shaoyou and Daoist Ming Xin were slightly dazed, and their shoulders felt heavy. They involuntarily sat down cross-legged.

"The Sea of Netherworld does not ferry the living. Although you two have achieved supernatural powers, you have too many thoughts. Take this opportunity to temper yourselves."

An Qisheng stood on the deck, gazing into the distance.

This is not a material sea, but a sea of Yin energy and resentment, the most evil place in the world.

It is boundless because the human heart is boundless and sins are endless.

Those who cannot see through the Yin energy and resentment, those whose hearts are not clear enough, cannot cross the sea. It is precisely because of this that this place can suppress that 'Hui', known as one of the Ten Ferocious Ones of the Imperial Heaven, the most murderous.

The human heart is both light and heavy.

Those who see through it are as light as a feather, those who do not are as heavy as the stars and moon.

Just like now, in An Qisheng's eyes, a huge behemoth was entrenched at the bottom of the Sea of Death.

Like a snake but not a snake, like a dragon but not a dragon, and with the characteristics of thousands of ferocious beasts, it was extremely strange and evil.

At this time, this evil demon ghost was in a state of slumber, and the waves of this Sea of Death originated from its occasional tremors.

Compared to 'Chu', this 'Hui' was sealed even more thoroughly.

"This oar is too heavy..."

After rowing for a while, even Yan Xiake's current cultivation level made his bones creak.

"It's not the oar that's heavy, it's your heart that's unsettled."

An Qisheng glanced at Yan Xiake.

Yan Xiake was undoubtedly a smart man, the former Yan Liushou. After ninety years of tempering, how could his state of mind not be calm?

It was just that he had guessed something.

"Alas!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiake sighed for a long time:

"I can't hide it from the Real Person."

Whoosh~

The Yin wind blew, and a trace of gray appeared on Yan Xiake's crystalline skeleton, then disappeared in an instant.

It was not that the Yin wind blew into his body, but that the Yin wind took away something from his body. The same was true for Wei Shaoyou and Daoist Ming Xin.

These were the distracting thoughts in their hearts, the filth in their souls.

But don't think this is a good thing, because this Yin wind has no ability to distinguish. It will keep blowing, until there are no impurities in your soul and no more thoughts in your heart.

"Yan knows that the Real Person has great supernatural powers, but now that the world has just stabilized, if something happens to the Real Person, ninety years of hard work will be buried in one morning."

Yan Xiake said, but he did not stop moving.

Rowing the oar, the ghost ship broke through the waves, passing through layers of Yin mist.

But this Sea of Death seemed to have no end. No matter how the ghost ship broke through the waves, the end could not be seen.

Hearing Yan Xiake's worries, An Qisheng chuckled:

"Do you think I'm here to find Xie Qi for trouble?"

"Could it be not?"

Yan Xiake's heart moved.

This was what he was worried about.

For thousands of years, countless Yuan Shen had to enter the Netherworld in the end, either to follow in the footsteps of the Netherworld Monarch or to find another path beyond the Yuan Shen.

But all the experts had fallen into the Netherworld without exception.

For thousands of years, there had been cases of mortals or low-level cultivators accidentally entering the Netherworld and returning to the Yang world, but no Yuan Shen Real Person had ever entered the Netherworld and walked out alive!

Without exception!

Although An Qisheng did not say it clearly, this was no secret to discerning people.

Coming to the Netherworld to find a book?

The Netherworld only has one famous book...

That is, according to legend, the Book of Life and Death Reincarnation held by the Netherworld Monarch!

"I'm here to find Xie Qi."

An Qisheng said slowly with a calm gaze:

"But it's not that I'm here to make trouble for him..."

"Ah?"

The ghost fire in Yan Xiake's eye sockets condensed.

Whoosh!

An Qisheng explained, and without saying anything more, he flicked his sleeve in the air.

Chirp~

A faint red light flashed and disappeared, and then, amidst countless ghosts crying and gods howling, the endless Yin mist in front of the ghost ship seemed to be cut open by a heavenly blade.

Extending for an unknown distance.

Yan Xiake looked into the distance, and along that enduring blade mark, he could vaguely see a faint white light.

That is.....

"Someone is receiving us, why don't you hurry?"

Seeing Yan Xiake still in a daze, An Qisheng gently patted his shoulder.

Crack, crack, crack~~~

Visibly, Yan Xiake's bones trembled wildly, and then burst out with terrifying power.

Amidst the explosion of sound, the ghost ship had already traveled tens of miles along the blade mark in an instant, rushing away.

Gurgling~~~

After the ghost ship disappeared, another moment passed.

On a certain surface of the Sea of Death, large bubbles suddenly appeared as if water was boiling, and then, layers of ripples slowly spread.

In the extreme depths of the deserted Sea of Death, which no one could see, a pair of scarlet, huge eyes, containing endless tyranny.

Suddenly opened!