Chapter 46: Fearsome Silhouette

  A slap killed this black night crow leader, Wang Qian felt refreshed and all his thoughts were cleared up.

  In the distant sky, a dark magic light was constantly changing, pavilions and towers, dragons and snakes, cars and horses, all kinds of paintings appeared in the void.

  Roar!

  The yin-yang creatures around Wang Qian let out loud, shrill cries and began to retreat, running towards the depths of the underworld. On one hand, they were intimidated by Wang Qian's formidable combat strength. Although many of these yin-yang creatures were not very intelligent, they weren't all idiots either. From the battle just now, it was clear that this human in front of them grew more ferocious and invincible with each passing moment, even managing to kill a powerful Overlord. If they didn't flee, wouldn't they be waiting for death? On the other hand, the vast expanse of magical light in the underworld's void seemed to be some sort of summons. The yin-yang creatures from the second layer of the underworld were thoroughly stirred up, their spirits roused as they charged forward with fervor, as if they were worshipping something.

  Collapse!

  A deafening crash shook the earth, a massive claw emerged from another space, shrouded in dark light, and tore open a rift in the void.

  Then, Wang Gan suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared fixedly at that empty space.

  A gaunt figure, wrapped in dazzling magical light, exuded an aura of ancient, weathered, and malevolent evil that spread far and wide, causing Wang Qian to feel a chill run down his spine from thousands of miles away.

  "What is this thing?"

  He was shocked in his heart, and there had never been such a moment when he was so shocked. He had also never found that there were still such terrible existences in the world.

  A withered and thin figure, reflected in the void, gives people a sense of infinite greatness, full of vastness. Although his body is small, no matter how far apart, he can be clearly seen.

  He wore a tattered black robe with ghostly patterns embroidered on it, and his face was shrouded in a halo of magic light, making it impossible for anyone to see him clearly.

  He thrust one hand through the void, and then a series of dazzling cultivators were thrown out from the unknown void by him, each spitting blood, abandoning their helmets and armor, and looking extremely miserable.

  Wang Gan's heart surged with various emotions, shock, curiosity, and complexity, finally making up his mind to head towards that fragmented void as well.

  He wanted to see what had happened in this nether world.

  Wang Qian did not dare to get too close, but instead hid more than a hundred miles away. All his divine powers were retracted into the dan Tian, leaving only the power of his physical body. His soul's aura also began to fade and become indistinct. In the end, he became like a stone, deeply hidden in a crack in the ground.

  At this time, the demonic light was even more intense, the dark demonic energy was dense to the extreme, almost condensing into a demonic fog, the dim void became even darker, almost entering an eternal black night.

  "Fellow Taoists, let's hurry! This is the Ancestor of the Netherworld Clan, who has lived for unknown ages and has already achieved an immortal realm!"

  A middle-aged cultivator, his entire body radiating a vast, earthy yellow glow, pure and condensed, suspended in mid-air like a majestic divine mountain, suppressing everything. But now, he had an urgent look on his face, as if he had seen the most unthinkable thing in the world. The despairing emotion infected a large area of empty space. At the same time, a group of cultivators rushed out from the depths of the underworld, frantically fleeing.

  Wang Qian's mouth was agape as he stared fixedly at the distant sky.

  The master fled in escape, but that thin figure did not chase after him. A pair of pitch-black demon pupils pierced through the nine hells, observing this world.

  When the yellowish figure was seen, a faint sigh seemed to come from the depths of time and space. The withered palm crossed the void, and in the blink of an eye, it became infinitely vast, like a five-fingered mountain. With a light pat, the middle-aged cultivator let out a miserable cry as he fell from mid-air. A pitch-black demonic mountain descended from the sky, heavily suppressing him beneath its weight. The yellowish glow of his magic shattered, and his earth-shaking wail came to an abrupt end.

  The great demon covers the sky, the great demon covers the sky. Wang Gan was shouting loudly in his heart, looking at the scene in front of him, his mind was a complete blank, only one sentence "the great demon covers the sky" was frantically screaming.

  That gaunt figure was simply too formidable, too powerful, and seemed like an ancient immortal. The middle-aged cultivator, Wang Qian, felt a slight sense of it and knew that this person's cultivation was extremely deep, having reached an unimaginable level. His understanding of the Earth Element Path was profound and unfathomable. This kind of person had unmatched defensive capabilities, and same-level cultivators would be unable to break through his defenses without special means. The Earth Element Path was originally a defense-oriented "path" that was unbeatable, but unfortunately, in front of that gaunt figure, it seemed like an egg being crushed to death.

  "Quickly escape, his true form has not yet truly emerged from the depths of the underworld, this is just a phantom image, let us unite and leave this place quickly!"

  One after another, the urgent voices were transmitted in the sky without stopping. One by one, the powerful cultivators completely lost their usual proud and aloof demeanor, like a dog that had lost its master, frantically fleeing for their lives.

  It's not going to work, that middle-aged cultivator from just now was also a very famous figure among them, with earth-based divine abilities that were rarely seen in the world. But he was actually killed by someone with just one slap, it was really too shocking, no one could remain calm.

  Whoosh!

  In the depths of the underworld, there are countless cultivators, and even those with the lowest cultivation base have reached the foundation-building boundary. However, these low-level cultivators now all have pale faces, as if they had lost their souls.

  No way, facing the mysterious and gaunt figure, they felt like ants, no matter how talented or gifted they were, at this moment, it was all a tragedy, fragile and unable to withstand a blow.

  Wang Qian's eyes lit up, and he actually saw many disciples of Qingyun Gate among the countless fleeing people in the void. These disciples wore cyan robes with three white clouds embroidered on their sleeves, representing their identity as core disciples.

  "What? How can these people enter the deeper underworld? Are they daring to be reckless, seeking wealth and danger, acquiring a large amount of resources, and then soaring to the sky?"

  Wang Gan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that there were people in Qingyunmen who had bigger guts than himself. Even he only conspired with Zhou Qing and a few others to come to the second layer of the underworld to make a fortune, but the sudden change disrupted their plan. However, these people, like Zhou Qing, were core disciples, yet they could enter deeper into the underworld, which made a lot of thoughts surge in his heart.

  It's not just the Qingyun Gate, but also many core disciples of other sects, such as a black-robed disciple with fierce demonic aura from the Hei Mo Zong, Tianyuan Sect disciples, Luoxing Sect disciples, and so on. Many major sects in the Tianyuan Continent have cultivators at this level of core disciples who entered deeper into the underworld, now it's completely tragic.

  Alas!

  Another sigh, a gaunt figure stood in the void, a large amount of magical light continuously gathered on his body, his shape became more condensed and solid, a pair of eyes, jet-black magical light burst out.

  Whoosh!

  The mysterious figure's gaze, wherever it fell, the void would collapse, and whether it was a foundation-building cultivator or an embryonic cultivator, all would be annihilated, without even leaving behind any remnants, directly vanishing into nothingness.

  "Oh no!"

  In a miserable cry, more than 100 monks were pierced and killed by the gaze of the withered figure. The blood offerings and skeletons all turned into nothingness, evaporating.

  Wang Gan's heart was surging with excitement, unable to calm down. In his eyes, that lean and gaunt figure seemed invincible. The true body had yet to appear, unknown in which depths of time and space it was hiding, but just a projection, shuttling through the endless expanse of time and space, descending upon this land, equally unparalleled and matchless, with divine might beyond measure.

  A familiar figure suddenly entered Wang Qian's line of sight.

  "Is it Master? Right, Yunluo just said that Master had entered the deep underworld, but didn't expect to appear at this time."

  Wang Gan became anxious, he had just seen other cultivators being slapped to death by the mysterious figure, several gazes collapsed, and there was not much feeling, even if many of them were disciples of Qingyun Gate, it didn't matter, in this cultivation world, people die every day, and it's not worth worrying about a few more. But Yunshan was different, he was his own master, although they didn't talk much, but since Yunshan took him as his disciple, that was true concern, heartfelt concern, although Yunshan wouldn't express it, but Wang Gan's spiritual cultivation had reached a realm, very sensitive, able to feel the concern and care of this master for himself. Now he was in danger, Wang Gan started to get anxious.