Chapter 39: The Netherworld (Fourth Update, Seeking Recommendations and Bookmarks)

  The Underworld (Today's 4th update, everyone give some support, recommend, collect)

  "Third Master, you're awake? How are you? Was the matter settled?" Just as Tai Bai was watching the Mirror Flower Water Moon turn into a five-story sacrificial altar, Shen Long opened his eyes.

  "With you three uncles and me taking action, can there be anything that can't be done?" Shen Long very confidently shook his head.

  "Who are you, Third Master? I have always admired you like..."

  "Get out - damn it, not even a bit of creativity, how can every world have these two sentences of nonsense. First tell me about the situation on the battlefield." Before Tai Bai could finish speaking, Shen Long kicked him away and walked up to Jing Hua Shui Yue.

  After Shen Long's two knocks, he found that the previously silent coffin face Tai Bai could speak human language, but also spoke too much and often flattered people.

  "Third Master, what you said is indeed correct. This altar is too sinister, even the five quasi-saint elders of the Dragon Clan couldn't escape its devouring and fell inside." Taibai sat down next to Shen Long, explaining the course of events on the battlefield while looking at him.

  "What? Just this moment, five elders of the quasi-sage period have fallen?" Shen Long's voice was high-pitched, grabbing Tai Bai's shoulder, asking incredulously.

  Although Shen Long had little contact with the Dragon Clan's elders, he was after all the Dragon Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, and a quasi-saint level existence was not common at all. Any one of them was a precious treasure of the Dragon Clan, so how could they not be shocked upon hearing this?

  "Is it? And still no way to fight back." Taibai's inexplicable reply.

  "Damn it!!!" Shen Long looked at Tai Bai, although he knew in his heart that this was true, but after hearing Tai Bai's affirmative answer, he still couldn't accept it, and punched the air, causing a burst of destruction in space.

  "You don't have to be so agitated, do you? There are many Dragon Clan elders, and even if one dies, it doesn't affect us." Taibai looked at Shen Long, who was still fiercely destroying the natural world, and tried to calm him down.

  "Hmph! It's none of your business, but it is mine." Shen Long coldly snorted.

  "What does it have to do with you?" Taibai asked in puzzlement.

  "Because Laozi is the Ancestral Dragon of the Dragon Clan." Shen Long's excitement caused his seniority to drop by one level.

  Tai Bai: ...

  Dragon Tribe Battlefield

  Huang Long had been using the Dragon Clan's innate True Dragon's Gaze to observe the situation at the altar, watching for their weaknesses and preparing to adapt at any moment, when suddenly a voice sounded from the altar.

  "The waters of the forgotten river come from heaven," only to see that the big road behind the River God has changed into another one, this river looks clear and transparent, so clear that you can't even remember its appearance, this river flows straight into the clouds, as if flowing down from the sky.

  "When the water of the Yellow Spring appears on the ground", Huang Long saw a big road behind Huang Quan, the Huangquan River, which went straight into the ground, looking like a spring gushing out from under the ground.

  "The River of Oblivion reaches its end at the Azure Falls, and the Yellow Springs' source is again the Yellow Springs." Only to see the River of Oblivion going straight up into the sky, as if it connects to the end of the heavens; the water of the Yellow Springs extends downward to the bottom of the earth, connecting with a spring in the center of the earth.

  "When the blue sky above and the yellow spring below are no longer visible, both places are shrouded in a vast expanse. When the end of the River of Forgetfulness and the Yellow Spring is reached, they begin to rotate like the yin-yang fish of the Taiji diagram, faster and faster, drawing in all the flesh and blood souls around them. They enter the Yellow Spring, which absorbs the impurities of the souls, then enter the River of Forgetfulness, which absorbs the souls to replenish the Yellow Spring. This cycle repeats, gradually erasing the Taiji diagram, leaving only a gray mist. By this time, the Yellow Dragon can no longer see what is inside."

  At this time, the last sentence "Listen to a Bi Luo Huang Quan, say a word back and forth." sounded, Huang Long heard this voice, felt strange, and hurriedly ordered the lower ranks to be careful and prepared.

  However, he still underestimated the power of this call to return. Only to see that among the dragon clan, those soldiers who heard this poem stood stupidly in place, with only "returning home" echoing in their ears.

  "Boom——" A dragon warrior suddenly exploded, and the surrounding warriors were all affected.

  "Bang——" Another self-exploding sound.

  "Hmm——"

  This voice seemed to have a kind of magic power, making all the living creatures who heard it gradually sprout suicidal thoughts, constantly exposing themselves, causing the dragon tribe army to be in chaos.

  "What's going on?" Huang Long also felt that the voice was unusual, but it had little effect on someone of his cultivation. After observing the military situation for a moment, he found that the dragon tribe soldiers who were not mentally strong were all lost in this voice.

  "Hum——" Huang Long took out his own dragon bell and rang it in response to that summoning sound.

  "Boom——" Everyone woke up and quickly took out their own dragon clock, striking it continuously to counteract the sound.

  "The great army retreated three thousand miles." When the great army came to its senses under the blows of the dragon's bell, Huang Long decisively issued a withdrawal order, because this sacrificial way was too strange and could no longer be borne by ordinary soldiers and generals. Huang Long feared that the entire army would be annihilated.

  After the Yellow Dragon's army retreated for three thousand miles, the situation within the army improved. The Yellow Dragon once again used his true dragon eyes to observe the hazy scene and found that it was still blurry, but seemed to be spreading. The Yellow Dragon decisively gave another order:

  "The great army retreated another three thousand miles."

  Just after giving the order, Huang Long saw that the gray misty fog quickly changed and jumped down again, issuing another command: "The whole army retreated quickly, arranged in a heavenly and earthly array in mid-air, ready to turn over at any time."

  "Yes"

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  In the void, looking at those two rivers, Shen Long's heart was also anxious and furious, "Yellow Spring, River of Forgetfulness, Netherworld, you should die!"

  "What's the Yellow Spring, the River of Forgetfulness and the Nether World?" Since hearing that Shen Long was the Ancestral Dragon of the Dragon Clan, Taibai was stunned for half a day before coming back to his senses, and he became even more respectful towards Shen Long.

  "This you certainly wouldn't know, the Yellow Spring washes clean the soul's impurities, the River of Forgetfulness washes clean the soul's memories. You see that the Yellow Spring is murky, actually it's just the soul's impurities. That river can pollute people's souls, and there's also that clear river you can't see clearly, actually it's not that you can't see clearly, but after seeing it clearly, you've already forgotten it. This is a River of Forgetfulness. And the one who built the River of Forgetfulness was actually the law of forgetfulness, his face isn't unclear, but rather forgotten."

  "How can it be so strange?" Taibai said with wide eyes, incredulous.

  "It's so bizarre!!!!"

  At this time, the Dragon Clan Army had retreated nine thousand miles in the Mirror Flower Water Moon, but was still caught up by the gray mist. Shen Long saw it and his heart was burning with anxiety.

  "Damn it!!! Xiao Bai, give me protection!"

  Sitting cross-legged in the void, his spirit once again entered the Nine Tripods.

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  On the battlefield, the dragon tribe army led by Huang Long continued to retreat, this was the most suffocating war that Huang Long had ever fought on the battlefield, but Huang Long's rationality remained, continuously retreating...

  Finally, it was still submerged by the gray fog and entered a dark and terrifying world. Here, everything was pitch black, and the divine sense was suppressed to one-tenth. There were souls and dry bones everywhere. From time to time, dragon warriors would be attacked by souls and skulls, and from time to time, there would be casualties among the warriors. The Yellow Dragon's eyes turned red, its killing intent soared into the sky, making ghosts and gods dare not approach.

  "All generals listen to the order, set up the Dragon Clan's array method - turn the sky over and cover the earth."

  Huang Long almost shouted it out. The voice was filled with determination, a situation of having burned one's boats and having no choice but to advance.

  "Yes!" The warriors cheered, excited and unrestrained, retreating again and again, too suffocating, with the pride of the Dragon Clan Army in their bones.

  "The Dragon Clan has divine power, in the sea it can overturn the seas and oceans, on land it can turn the sky upside down..." Huang Long recited as he began to prepare.

  "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...". Just then, a rapid drumbeat echoed through this gloomy world, causing it to tremble.