Chapter 434: Nether Abyss

The mural quietly appeared on the stone wall of the secret chamber.

Lin Xun and Su Ying approached the mural.

The mural was composed of red pigment.

Upon closer inspection, the pigment was red like blood.

Or rather, it was actually blood.

Everything depicted on the mural consisted of extremely strange content.

Three horned Demonic Hounds were roaring toward the sky.

Giant, bizarre flying birds swooped down, and beneath these strange birds, countless terrified Ten Thousand Races were depicted.

The scorching sun in the sky seemed to be imprisoned.

Everything was dim and dark.

Countless strange Demonic Beasts descended upon the earth. They had huge wings, stood on a single leg, and their bodies were extremely bizarre, unlike any known creature!

Rivers of Blood flowed across the land, and cracks covered the earth.

Villages were destroyed, and Dynasties were reduced to ruins.

The Ten Thousand Races rose up in resistance! The survival of the races hung by a thread!

Lin Xun did not know what the mural’s depiction meant, or if it had truly happened long, long ago.

But Lin Xun was clear.

The Blood Demon that escaped must have an inextricable connection with this mural.

Lin Xun led Su Ying further into the depths of the secret chamber.

Although the secret chamber could be seen through at a glance, Lin Xun felt that something must be hidden there.

Just as Lin Xun and Su Ying walked to the center of the secret chamber.

Suddenly, Lin Xun and Su Ying felt a burst of heat from their chests.

Lin Xun and Su Ying simultaneously took out the saint son token and saintess token from their robes.

The two jade tokens flew uncontrollably toward the ceiling of the cave!

The tokens spun around each other, resembling the Yin and Yang twin fish of the Daoist school.

The radiance of the Jade Pendant shone down, and the stone bricks beneath Lin Xun and Su Ying’s feet completely collapsed.

Yet Lin Xun and Su Ying did not fall; instead, they stood upon the “ground.”

Until finally, the floor of the entire large secret chamber completely vanished!

Lin Xun and Su Ying seemed to be standing on a sheet of glass.

Looking down, beneath the glass was an entirely different world!

The Ancestral Masters of the Human Race’s Three Sects led the Human Race in bravely fighting the enemy, which consisted of the Demonic Creatures painted on the stone wall.

True Dragons soared, Fire Phoenixes shrieked, engaging in aerial combat with winged monsters!

Dijiang roared, fiercely trampling the wilderness!

Red and blue blood intertwined, burning with scorching heat!

Endless humans, countless Yao Race members, and ancient Exotic Beasts.

They stood together for this world.

But the enemy seemed endless.

The entire world was a purgatory.

Every life was worthless!

No one knew if they could survive this conflict!

Half an hour later, the phenomenon beneath Lin Xun’s feet dissipated, and what finally appeared was a well!

This well was situated right beneath Lin Xun’s feet.

Surrounding the well were various types of skeletal remains and weapons worn down beyond recognition!

Lin Xun even vaguely suspected whether this well was real or just an illusion!

Immediately afterward, Lin Xun and Su Ying suddenly felt the ground disappear beneath their feet.

Lin Xun instinctively wrapped his arms around Su Ying’s slender waist to prevent her from falling, and both of them floated in the air.

“Senior Brother.”

Looking at everything below, even with Senior Brother’s large hand covering her waist, the girl temporarily had no other thoughts.

“I’ll go down and take a look. Don’t move around here. If you feel anything amiss, Junior Sister, leave immediately.”

Lin Xun released Su Ying’s slender waist.

Feeling Senior Brother’s large hand move away from her waist, the girl lightly pressed her thin lips together.

She really wanted to go down with Senior Brother.

But Su Ying knew even more clearly.

If she followed Senior Brother down and something unexpected happened, she would only drag Senior Brother down.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

Lin Xun rubbed Su Ying’s head, then turned and descended.

As Lin Xun stepped onto the black scorched earth, his brow immediately furrowed.

Scenes of battlefield slaughter flashed through Lin Xun’s mind.

Even after countless tens of thousands, or even hundreds of millions of years, the killing intent remained strong.

The residual killing intent in the scorched earth continuously stimulated Lin Xun’s fighting spirit.

Lin Xun’s breathing quickened slightly.

His eyes gradually turned red.

Fortunately, Lin Xun quickly suppressed it.

Stepping forward, Lin Xun walked up to the well.

This well was sealed by an unknown Magic Formation.

This Seal was extremely powerful.

Even if Taiyi the Celestial Sovereign, the foremost expert in Formations in the Yin-Yang School, were brought here, he might not be able to set up such a powerful Sealing Magic Formation.

Even so, Lin Xun could still sense an ominous Qi emanating from within.

This ominous Qi made Lin Xun feel faintly nauseous.

Furthermore, Lin Xun felt that the Seal was gradually weakening.

It could be said that in another thousand years, this Seal would completely vanish, and who knew what might escape from it then!

“This place is the Mouth of the Underworld.”

Just as Lin Xun was wondering if he could explore inside, a familiar voice came through.

Raising his head, Lin Xun saw the phantom of the old man standing before him.

This was a wisp of Divine Sense left behind by the old man.

“Little Ying, come down, there’s nothing dangerous here.”

The old man looked up and waved to his Disciple floating in the air.

Su Ying turned her head to look at Lin Xun.

Only after Lin Xun nodded did Su Ying descend from the air.

“Master.”

Looking at Daoist Ming Lu, Su Ying’s eyes grew slightly moist.

To Su Ying, Daoist Ming Lu was like her own grandfather.

“You’ve grown up, both of you have grown up…”

Daoist Ming Lu looked at Lin Xun and Su Ying, feeling deeply emotional, even wiping away a tear, as if he were about to burst into tears of old age.

“Old man, stop crying and get to the point,” Lin Xun said, giving Daoist Ming Lu a look. “You’re alive and well; you haven’t died yet.”

“Huh? I’m not dead?”

Daoist Ming Lu was instantly stunned.

In Daoist Ming Lu’s view, Lin Xun coming to this place meant he must have seen the last words he left behind while sorting through his belongings.

If they had seen his last words, how could he still be alive?

“Yes, Master, you are still alive, but your Divine Soul is damaged, and we don’t know when you will wake up,” Su Ying added.

Daoist Ming Lu: “…”

Daoist Ming Lu had originally planned for a dramatic scene where the last wisp of Divine Sense left after his death met his two Disciples.

He would then have a final, touching farewell with them and leave his last instructions.

But he wasn’t dead after all…

“Old man, what exactly is this well? And what is the meaning of that mural?”

Regardless of the Realm, once a wisp of Divine Sense is triggered, it only lasts for an incense stick time, and Lin Xun had too many questions he wanted to ask.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Daoist Ming Lu coughed a few times and composed himself. Although slightly embarrassed, the old man knew he couldn’t waste time.

“The well you are currently looking at is named—Nether Abyss.”