Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 805 - 803: The Suppressed Prince

A black mountain lies several hundred miles apart in the Land of Bitter Cold, where life is absent, and everything is withered...

Yet, in this place, a shadowy figure is seated cross-legged.

He is enveloped by black haze, surrounded by Dharma Principles, and the sky above him presses down like a mountain.

It seems like a great evil has been suppressed.

But in truth, he is not a great evil; he is the Nether Emperor's descendant, Boxwood.

Years ago, he was sent here to suppress the Land of Bitter Cold and the "Yuan" Clan.

This cross-legged stance has lasted until now.

Just moments ago, he sensed someone approaching "Qi," casually unleashing an attack.

Within the black haze, a pair of crimson eyes slowly emerged.

Swish!

Seven or eight figures descended from the sky, landing steadily around "Boxwood."

All kneeling on one knee.

Each wearing a black mask, their faces and expressions hidden, only a pair of deep eyes visible outside.

Before long, Gui Hua, a general of the Netherworld, also arrived, looking at the Prince, speaking in a somber tone, "Can you enter the Land of Bitter Cold?"

Though the Prince stood before him... he was Gui Hua, a Netherworld general, a powerful being who had fought alongside the Nether Emperor many times.

Moreover, the status of this Prince in Luo Feng Mountain was extremely low.

Because he was the son of the Emperor's consort, also the brother of the princess who escaped the Netherworld.

Faced with Gui Hua's question, Boxwood remained silent, only his crimson eyes quietly gazing toward the direction of the Land of Bitter Cold.

His practice is eerie, Ancient Skill, secret technique...

And he inherited the Emperor Consort's "Insightful Power," often able to see glimpses of the future just by closing his eyes.

Because of this, the Nether Emperor banished him here, ostensibly to suppress the Land of Bitter Cold, but really, he was imprisoned.

Above his head, a thick iron chain constantly binds his soul and body, preventing him from leaving.

Moreover, he bears the responsibility to suppress the Land of Bitter Cold.

To show his loyalty to Luo Feng Mountain, otherwise... long ago, he might have been slain by several kings.

"Are you afraid?" Gui Hua asked again.

The towering body, dark red stripes, seemed out of place with the figure before him.

The Prince remained silent.

Gui Hua continued, "Or? Have you wavered?"

The voice was cold.

No emotion at all.

He was suppressed here, imprisoned for years, made to guard the Land of Bitter Cold, and suppress the Yuan Clan, now... questioning his loyalty.

These words were absurd, yet also helpless.

Boxwood had long seen through all of this.

Thus, he was unwilling to converse with Gui Hua...

Thus, in his recent action, he did not kill the human clan woman, merely warning her of his presence.

He inherited the Insightful Power of the Emperor Consort and saw a glimpse of the future.

He knew that the day he awaited was slowly approaching.

The sister who had fled for countless years was on her way to the Netherworld, once she arrived, this dim sky would undergo earth-shattering changes.

The only regret was that he might not see that day.

Because now he was very tired.

"Interesting..." Just then, a handsome young man arrived.

Of course, he was not of the Human Clan but a genius of the Divine Clan.

True Martial Clan.

Mo Sang strode forward, "You let the Daughter of the Moon God go free, allowing the Yuan Clan to thrive, otherwise... they would have never had the chance to grow."

Indeed!

The Divine Clan's genius was right.

The Prince watched them enter the Land of Bitter Cold, yet remained indifferent, not reporting to Luo Feng Mountain...

Causing the Daughter of the Moon God and Guang Xiaoyu to enter the Land of Bitter Cold.

Mo Sang continued, "You once had the chance to control the Netherworld's fate, but unfortunately, you watched it pass by, choosing to ignore."

His words becoming cold, he stabbed a sharp sword into the Prince's body.

A muffled sound echoed.

The blood drawn by the sword was actually black, and... strangely, it quickly solidified when exposed to air.

Mo Sang sneered, "Looks like your blood is about to dry up, but alas, you made a great mistake, destined never to leave this place; this barren mountain is your final end."

He intended to strike, to slay the Prince.

Fortunately, Gui Hua intervened, "Your Excellency, this is the Netherworld."

Mo Sang's eyes were cold, the sword suspended in midair as he stared at Gui Hua...

At this time.

Far in the depths of the Dead Sea, Zi Ji seemed to sense something, her heart suddenly ached, her small face turned pale, sweat dripping like rain.

Jiang Ni'er noticed her, "Senior Sister!"

Zi Ji shook her head, "I don't know why, it suddenly hurts."

Hmm?

Dark Unparalleled, who had been chatting ahead, scrutinized Zi Ji; just now, he sensed a peculiar power. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

It emanated from this little girl.

"Ming Tribe?" Dark Unparalleled asked.

"You just realized?" Jiang Ni'er rolled her eyes.

Dark Unparalleled: "..."

He knew Begonia Tree was a Ming Tribe member but didn't know Zi Ji was also one.

However, Zi Ji felt more sacred and oppressive to him, like a descendant of some powerful bloodline in the Netherworld.

Time passed...

Eventually... they saw a floating mountain.

At first, when far, everyone thought it was a living creature; after getting close, they saw clearly.

It was a black mountain.

Several hundred feet high, majestic and vast.

Dark Unparalleled exclaimed, "Nether Mountain."

It is said if you can see this mountain in the Dead Sea, then you can see the End of Underworld.

It's closely related to the End of Underworld, and not very far apart.

Chen Pingping frowned and asked, "What's the significance?"

My goodness, my goodness!

Dark Unparalleled glared at him, "You don't know the origin of this mountain."

Beside him, Begonia Tree spoke, "The origin of the Netherworld, it is said a Big Shot created the Netherworld on Nether Mountain, thus... this mountain is the origin of the Netherworld, also the root and opportunity countless Ming Tribe people seek."

Upon saying this, his eyes glowed with fervor.

"There's another saying that the Big Shot who created the Netherworld, suppressed a great evil under this mountain." Dark Unparalleled's eyes almost popped out.

There has always been a saying about the End of Underworld.

The End of Underworld is hard to find, but Nether Mountain is even harder to find, almost invisible...

Not allowing a few to speak, Dark Unparalleled excitedly said, "Though Nether Mountain is the origin, it is not the root of the Netherworld, but... there's a Great Opportunity here."

He rubbed his hands together, laughing, waved a big hand, commanding the ship to move full speed ahead.

The few people beside him looked at each other, feeling off track; they intended to enter the Netherworld, not seek some Great Opportunity.

However, since they passed by, they saw it, it wouldn't delay too long.

Only after getting closer did they begin to see some terrifying scenes on that mountain, there were human figures.

A beautiful figure.

Chen Pingping blurted out two words, "My goodness!"

From the back, it was the Master!

PS: Sorry, I've been quite busy recently!