Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 442 - 302: Two Realms_2

Chapter 442 -302: Two Realms_2

However, in the eastern sky, an enormously large planet strikingly occupied most of the heavens.

The planet clearly displayed a vast sea of white clouds and a bluish-green, mysterious ocean, with occasional glimpses of continents peeking through the gaps in the clouds.

Zhao Sheng’s pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but groan, “Damn it! Where on earth have I landed? Is this really the Netherworld Ghost Realm?”

After gazing up and examining for a long while, Zhao Sheng gradually calmed his emotions, and the severe pain in his mind significantly lessened.

Upon sensing briefly, Zhao Sheng felt quite surprised; the concentration of Spiritual Energy outside this dense forest was significantly higher than the average in the Tianzhu Realm, almost reaching the outskirts of a First-rank Spirit Vein.

This place clearly was a Primitive Forest, and logically, the overall strength of the dominant race governing this world must not be underestimated.

It took a quarter of an hour, Zhao Sheng refined a set of robes, then with a sweep of his sleeves, a swirl of golden light engulfed his body, and he flew toward that massive alien star.

An hour later, the thousand-mile Mang Forest was left behind beneath his feet.

As the golden light dispersed, Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped high in the sky, turning his gaze towards the northwest.

Twenty miles away, intense fluctuations of Spiritual Energy emerged, with Extraordinary Creatures engaged in combat there.

Moments later, Zhao Sheng stood invisibly in mid-air, looking down from above.

He saw that in the dense jungle below, swathes of vegetation had been torn and flattened, revealing a wide clearing several acres in size.

In the midst of the clearing, about a dozen creatures as large as oxen, covered in dark spots and resembling giant wolves, were leaping about, spewing black mist from their mouths as they besieged three upper-body armored, muscular men with eyes as large as copper bells from an Alien Race.

Upon seeing these three men, Zhao Sheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief,

During the wars between two realms, he had seen many zombies from the Ghost Realm, who bore a striking resemblance to these three individuals.

This indicated that he had not traveled to the wrong world.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, the youngest-looking yet strongest of the besieged men often cast Earth Element Magic to continuously fortify their Earth Armor, with a cultivation level roughly between the Mid and Late Stages of Qi Refinement.

This man was the leader, while the other two were agile, strong as oxen, and possessed a robust True Qi that was almost taking form, with their strength being at least that of Innate Great Success Martial Artists.

As for those resembling wolf demons, aside from one that was over two zhang long with frighteningly bright eyes, whose strength was at the First Order Middle Grade, the rest barely exceeded the threshold of a first-stage demon beast.

However, the leader, although having the highest cultivation, was pale, with his chest heaving inconsistently, seemingly unable to hold out much longer.

At that moment, he was continuously executing Magic Spells, with yellow radiance endlessly emerging. The ground sporadically spiked with earthen spikes, piercing through the spotted wolf beasts several times.

His two companions, covered in wounds and drenched in sweat, still protected the Young Master’s sides without hesitation, hacking back the leaping demon beasts with axes and swords.

Just then, the leading wolf let out a long howl, opened its mouth wide, and a burst of black light shot out, turning into a sky of Black Needles that enveloped the three men like rain.

A series of “bang bang” noises ensued!

The Earth Armor shielding the three shook violently, the yellow light flickered rapidly, and suddenly shattered.

Ah!

Mo Ye’s face showed a look of despair, and he couldn’t help but let out a pitiful scream.

Seeing this, the two Innate Guards immediately threw themselves over their Young Master’s body, determined to protect him with their lives.

Just then, a streak of golden light flashed before their eyes, and suddenly the surroundings turned exceptionally hot, the heat waves rolling.

Upon looking again, wisps of black smoke rose not far away, but those spotted wolves were already gone without a trace.

“This… this…” Mo Ye was extremely shocked, his mind went blank.

At this moment, a figure appeared before him; it was Zhao Sheng.

In no more than one breath, more than a dozen first-stage demon beasts had not even a single hair left, leaving Mo Ye and the duo beside him utterly dumbfounded.

Upon seeing Zhao Sheng, Mo Ye suddenly shuddered, scrambled to kneel, and said most reverently,

“Mo Ye of the Mo Family Castle, thank you immensely for saving my life! May I ask for the Dharma name you bestow? Once I return, I shall solemnly enshrine your Dharma name in the ancestral temple, praying day and night in gratitude.”

Unfortunately, Mo Ye’s earnest words and actions were like lighting a lamp for the blind — utterly pointless.

He rattled off in one breath, and Zhao Sheng couldn’t understand a single word.

However, this was not a problem for a Golden Core Master.

Zhao Sheng floated down gracefully, released his Divine Sense, and probed into Mo Ye’s Purple Mansion, directly using his Divine Sense to sense and convey meaning.

“It was nothing, no need for thanks,” he expressed.

Mo Ye only felt an irresistible and strong spiritual power surge into his Divine Palace, and the subsequent fluctuations of Divine Sense immediately made him realize Zhao Sheng’s goodwill.

Mo Ye was both happy and shocked at this moment.

He was delighted that such a powerful being was so approachable, but even more astonishing was that his life-saver was far more potent than he could have imagined.

In the entire Su Mu Mountain region, even the most powerful Divine Temple Sacrifices within a thousand-mile radius did not possess such strong and overwhelming spiritual power.

“Could it be that my benefactor has already nurtured a True Pill, becoming a rare Golden Core Main Priest?” Mo Ye wondered.

Thinking this, Mo Ye was immensely shocked. He instinctively realized that perhaps the greatest opportunity of his life had just presented itself.

Due to the language barrier, Zhao Sheng merely used fluctuations of Divine Sense to transmit emotions and information.

After a bit of “conversation,” Mo Ye was overjoyed, as his life-saver expressed interest in staying briefly at the Mo Family Castle.

An hour later, Mo Ye rode a bull-headed beast, displaying a nervous expression.

At his side, Zhao Sheng floated in mid-air, his feet resting on nothing, ghosting alongside Mo Ye.

Along the way, Zhao Sheng continuously extracted knowledge of the language from Mo Ye.

With the strong spiritual power of a Golden Core Realm, in just an hour, Zhao Sheng had mostly grasped the local language, capable of holding a normal conversation with the three people.

“Mo Ye, what is this area called?” Zhao Sheng suddenly asked with a smile.

Taken aback, Mo Ye hastened to respond respectfully, “Sir, this place is the Su Mu Mountain area in the Southwest Domain of the Nine Demon Continent.”

Zhao Sheng was startled by the response, then sighed inwardly with a wry smile.

“So I have ended up here. By the way, do you have a map of the nearby area?” Zhao Sheng, having composed himself, asked again.

Hearing this, Mo Ye quickly reached into a black beast-skin pouch on his waist and took out a white Jade Dish, handing it to Zhao Sheng with both hands.

“This is a map of the Ten Thousand Mile Domain of the Southwest Domain, including a detailed map of the Su Mu Mountain area. Please accept it, sir,” said Mo Ye, puzzled yet not daring to question Zhao Sheng due to the strict hierarchy of the Netherworld Realm.

Zhao Sheng then received the Jade Plate, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and found it to be an object similar to a Jade Scroll, engraved with seven or eight maps, some simple and others detailed.

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Throughout the journey, Mo Ye displayed extraordinary respect and enthusiasm; through his words, Zhao Sheng learned much about Su Mu Mountain and the Nine Demon Continent.

He even discovered that the world they were in was called the Netherworld, and that the huge star hanging in the eastern sky was the true Netherworld Ghost Realm, officially named the Ghost God Realm.

The Netherworld was a vassal to the Main World, with a smaller population of the Human Clan and the majority of its territory occupied by numerous powerful demon beasts and alien races.

Two days later, having crossed through five hundred miles of dense forest, Zhao Sheng and his companions arrived at a plain outside the mountain. The plain was covered in lush green grass, and farmland with ragged farmers tending to the fields could be faintly seen in the distance.

At the end of the plain, a large dock castle of gray-black color became visible.

Soon, Zhao Sheng and his companions approached the dock castle, only to see its perimeter fortified with dark blue-black giant stones constructing a solid wall, over six fathoms high, looking impenetrable.

The wall was lined with Arrow Ditches and each corner featured a nine-fathom-high Arrow Tower, and squads of robust guards in beast-skin armor patrolled the perimeter with vigilant expressions.

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Two huge ferocious stone beasts stood on either side of the city gate, their surfaces emanating a crimson spirit light, likely some kind of Puppet Beasts.

Next to the stone beasts stood four thick dark-black iron pillars, each with two strands of talismanic feathers made of yellow paper talismans hanging from them.

The talismanic feathers swayed in the wind, emitting faint fluctuations of Spiritual Energy.

And above the city gate, two unrecognizable large characters were clearly visible.