Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 433 - 298: Ancestor’s Injury and Arrival of the Netherworld

Chapter 433: Chapter 298: Ancestor’s Injury and Arrival of the Netherworld

The night was gloomy, with biting winds slicing through the air,

two hundred li away, the Second Ring Golden Wall had already raised a faint golden glow barrier.

Behind the barrier, Zhao Sheng stood on the wall, flanked by rows of resolute Xinglong Dao Soldiers.

After a full day’s agonizing wait, the people’s emotions transformed from initial ecstasy and excitement to anticipation, then doubt, and finally at this moment, everyone could sense that the situation was markedly grim.

Then, a Zhao Family Elder quietly approached Zhao Sheng from behind and asked in a low voice, “Ancestor, the order has been issued! What do you think?”

Zhao Sheng nodded, his gaze fixed on the Abyss Battlefield hundreds of li away, he casually asked, “Hmm, by when does the order say we must depart at the latest?”

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“We can delay for at most an hour. Any later, and military law will take its course.”

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“Then let’s set off an hour from now. Inform everyone,

and additionally, have everyone prepare early.”

“Yes, Ancestor!”

Although the Ancestor’s words were not explicit, his intentions were clear to all within the Zhao family.

As the two conversed, the communication Spiritual Tablet at Zhao Sheng’s waist kept flashing non-stop.

His Divine Sense continuously probed into the Spiritual Tablet, receiving the latest intelligence from the frontline in real-time.

After mingling on the battlefield for over two months, deliberately forming many connections, those efforts were finally proving useful.

While the information from the frontline was plentiful, useful intelligence was scarce.

Since the counterattacking forces lost contact, the alliance had dispatched three waves of troops, the last of which even included two Nascent Soul Ancestors, but all had vanished without a trace.

Yet, despite this, the alliance’s upper echelons had not come forward to reassure everyone, instead, they began to mobilize troops massively, clearly intending to hold the frontline at all costs.

The unilateral information blackout and the high command’s unusual silence had shaken the will of most Cultivation Forces, giving rise to ominous premonitions.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes were profoundly deep when suddenly, a burst of rainbow light exploded from him, and streams of blood flowed from his eyes, quickly staining his cheeks red.

He lowered his head, his sleeves covering his face, disguising the wiping away of the blood, as well as the shock on his face.

In a fleeting glimpse just now, Zhao Sheng was horrified to discover that the Qi Fortune of the beings on the frontline had sharply declined again, with at least half of the Qi Fortune pillars covered in thick blood and black light.

This was a sign of a life-threatening tribulation, an omen of death!

At that moment, he raised his head, dropped his sleeve, and abruptly turned his head to the left, catching sight of a white rainbow flying rapidly from afar.

Whoosh!

With his robe swirling, Yu Fuzi landed next to Zhao Sheng, his face showing urgent concern, “Master Zhao, the situation is dire! Did you receive the order?”

“Zhao has received it as well! There’s no need for such worry, Sect Leader Yu!” Zhao Sheng responded, his tone soothing as he raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, but…but consider the time! Sending us to war now, isn’t that using us as cannon fodder?”

Zhao Sheng replied sternly, “Sect Leader Yu, mind your words. If such defeatist talk reaches the higher-ups, the consequences will be unthinkable.”

Yu Fuzi’s complexion stiffened, suddenly fearful, he hastily transmitted telepathically, “Master Zhao, pardon my hasty words. It was just a slip of the tongue out of anxiety!”

“Since that’s the case, Zhao will pretend he heard nothing, Sect Leader—”

Mid-sentence, Zhao Sheng suddenly paused, his pupils dilated but soon returned to normal, continuing, “Sect Leader Yu, our clan is preparing for battle. Zhao is preoccupied with minor affairs and cannot accompany you any longer. Please feel free to leave, we can discuss matters some other time.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Fuzi suddenly became anxious; he had come here specifically to form an alliance with the Zhao family and stand by each other.

With important matters still unaccomplished, he could not leave empty-handed!

“Master Zhao, please hear me out, I—”

“Enough! Taoist Yu Fuzi, with great changes before us, our clan can hardly protect itself. Even if your proposal is excellent, Zhao cannot agree, and for this, I am very sorry!”

In just a few sentences, Zhao Sheng’s demeanor changed drastically, becoming impatient and his words unusually blunt.

After hearing this, Yu Fuzi’s complexion alternated between pale and flushed, then, with a flick of his sleeve, he left in humiliation and annoyance.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered a few times, immediately his form turned into light, and he vanished without a trace.

Moments later, a hundred zhang beneath the ground, ten li from the Second Ring Golden Wall, in a hastily prepared underground chamber, Zhao Sheng was shocked upon seeing Zhao Xuanjing, immediately rushed forward to support his towering, sagging body.

At that moment, Zhao Xuanjing looked pale, his whole body’s aura fluctuating violently, almost unable to control his own mana. Strands of earthen yellow flame leaked from his body, causing the surrounding soil layers to collapse and the dust to boil, creating a thoroughly hostile environment.

What was more terrifying was that by his side, Mountain Dragon Xiao Qi had shrunk down to just three feet in length, with the lower half of its dragon body completely gone.

It lay stiff across the ground, showing no signs of life, resembling something dead.

Seeing Zhao Sheng’s shock, Zhao Xuanjing waved his hand, a flash of black crossing his face as he cracked a weak smile, speaking in an underpowered voice, “I’m alright! Xiao Qi isn’t dead either; it just entered a voluntary deep sleep to hasten its self-healing.”

“Ancestor, what in the world happened? Your injuries…?”

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but send a strand of True Yuan into Zhao Xuanjing’s body. Just as it entered, it was suddenly devoured by an extremely cold, bizarre force.

Moreover, this strange force seemed to possess some kind of intelligence, and actually followed the direction from which the True Yuan had come, attempting to invade his body in return.

Zhao Sheng’s expression slightly changed, and Golden Crow True Fire suddenly transformed into a net of fire. With a reverse surge of the Taiyin Lung Meridian, he enveloped the invading trace of strange force in his palm and burned it to ashes.

Even so, he was startled to discover that half of his palm had turned a dark blue-black color.