I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2591 - 1179

Deep in contemplation, Su Hana quickly noticed the King of the Underworld and the First Netherworld General materializing nearby, both flung back to the shore in the same manner as herself.

“Your Majesty...”

Su Hana hurried toward the King of the Underworld, eager to share her encounter with the enigmatic being, but she found both him and the General wearing vigilant expressions, their glares locked fiercely on the Purple Cloud Palace.

“Mobilize the troops right away and surround this region.”

At the King of the Underworld’s command, the First Netherworld General acted without delay, departing alongside three fellow Netherworld Generals.

“The Purple Cloud Palace harbors our Underworld Race’s ultimate foe, the one who controls life and death!”

Gravely addressing the Netherworld Queen, the King of the Underworld watched as she nodded calmly, then proceeded to describe her observations and experiences atop the Dao Platform.

“It’s him!”

Instantly, the King of the Underworld called forth Death Qi, etching Chen Mobai’s face into the empty air.

“Yes, that’s him exactly.”

With the Netherworld Queen’s verification, the King of the Underworld’s restraint shattered, unleashing a thunderous roar skyward.

“Inconceivable! You dare pursue me like this. Once the Purple Cloud Palace takes off, I’ll grind you into dust. Flee if you can, but that planet’s every living soul will perish because of you, forever enslaved as corpses serving our Underworld Race.”

Witnessing the King of the Underworld erupt in fury for the first time, the Netherworld Queen grasped from his outburst that this man had destroyed the King’s original true body.

“How did he end up on our world?”

Astonishment filled the Netherworld Queen’s voice.

“Turn him into a ghost, and I’ll extract every secret from his thoughts.”

Murderous resolve dripped from the King of the Underworld’s words as the River of Death encircling Ming Wang Star flared with intense light. Boundless deathly energy surged into his form, bolstering the vitality weakened slightly by his fresh rebirth.

Not long after, the First Netherworld General returned astride a massive Bone Dragon, commanding millions of undead warriors. They loomed over the Rebirth Lake like an ominous storm cloud blotting out much of the planet, their aura utterly dreadful.

By then, Chen Mobai had fully grasped the Green Lotus Seal.

This seal technique draws upon a fragment of the Purple Cloud Palace’s might to preserve order in the classroom.

Yet its scope remains narrow, capable only of banishing disruptive entities from within the palace without inflicting any damage.

Master Zi Xiao truly showed excessive mercy, one might say.

Such thoughts crossed Chen Mobai’s mind before he ascended to the outer Dao Platform.

With the King of the Underworld and his followers ejected, the Purple Cloud Palace now stood empty, allowing Chen Mobai undisturbed enlightenment.

Stepping out, he immediately encountered a barrage of stares.

Among them, the King of the Underworld’s burned hottest, brimming with profound malice.

Chen Mobai responded with a faint smile before settling onto the Dao Platform.

This blatant dismissal ignited further rage in the King of the Underworld, though he recognized the Purple Cloud Palace’s invincible might—even the full force of the Underworld Race and the Ancestor’s River of Death power couldn’t budge it.

“Call the clansmen here; I’ll allow them entry into the Purple Cloud Palace.”

Unable to stomach Chen Mobai’s brazen comprehension of the Life and Death Great Dao, the King of the Underworld devised a countermeasure swiftly.

He understood the Underworld Race couldn’t ascend to the highest Dao Platform, yet he aimed to unsettle Chen Mobai through this ploy.

The Netherworld Queen paused briefly at the notion but soon set it in motion.

Moments later, two Netherworld Generals departed, soon returning with hundreds of Underworld Race members borne on a vast black shroud. Brimming with eagerness, they started climbing the Purple Cloud Palace steps from the shoreline.

Though immersed in pondering the Life and Death Great Dao, Chen Mobai divided his awareness outward. Surveying the scene, he let out a soft laugh.

Accessing the final Dao Platform demands at minimum the Divinity Transformation stage.

The youths summoned by the King of the Underworld, prodigies or not, could climb no higher than a thousand steps at best.

Dismissing them entirely, Chen Mobai pressed on with his insights into the Life and Death Great Dao.

In the past, this Great Dao had eluded him completely, but fusing the King of the Underworld’s Vitality Sword and River of Death power via his Law Domain provided a starting point.

The Dao Rhythm of Life and Death remained elusive, yet faint understandings had begun to emerge.

Therefore, Chen Mobai observed the Underworld Race climbers while deepening his meditation.

Each failure hurled them back; some plummeted into the Rebirth Lake, vanishing forever beneath its inky depths, as if corroded away.

This detail piqued his interest too—the Rebirth Lake that revived the King of the Underworld apparently wielded Life and Death Great Dao power as well.

Chen Mobai doubted even the Death God’s Realm could produce such a marvel alone.

Likely, it predated the Death God on this planet, who perhaps leveraged the Rebirth Lake to attain Cultivating Void.

Regrettably, no such treasure could be claimed by the Immortal Gate.

A sigh of reluctance crossed Chen Mobai’s face as he rose from the Dao Platform.

Forty-nine days elapsed, and the Purple Cloud Palace’s stairway to the Dao Platform started dissolving from its farthest reaches inward.

From the Life and Death Platform, Chen Mobai gazed at the vanishing steps, the Underworld Race elites—including the King—closing in, and couldn’t suppress a subtle grin.

“Fellow Daoist, meet your end swiftly under my blade, and avoid the torment of a second death.”

Chen Mobai’s remark drew a cold sneer from the King of the Underworld.

The prolonged vigil had tempered the King’s wrath into icy composure.

“I’ll convert you and your companions into undead thralls, tormenting them endlessly to sate my hatred.”

Unfazed by the King’s venomous vow, Chen Mobai turned wordlessly and reentered the Purple Cloud Palace.

Before long, the King of the Underworld marshaled the Underworld Race to besiege the Purple Cloud Palace.

Ancient records foretold that upon departure, the Purple Cloud Palace abandons all life outside. No matter Chen Mobai’s lofty Cultivation, the King believed he couldn’t survive the onslaught of River of Death power and Underworld Race powerhouses!

Darkness swallowed the sky as every Dao Platform before the Purple Cloud Palace faded away.

In short order, the Purple Cloud Palace initiated its ultimate teleportation prior to leaving.

Chen Mobai eyed the shadows pulled into the dream realm ahead, brows lifting in mild astonishment.

Confronting not just the Underworld Race but a host of strange beasts—cows, sheep, pigs, horses, dragons, snakes, and more.

“You’re still hanging around?”

Dragged into the dream by the Purple Cloud Palace’s overwhelming force, the King of the Underworld stared at Chen Mobai by the Green Lotus Stone Platform in utter disbelief.

Dread began to gnaw at him then.

“Never thought your Underworld Race would join via this route.”

Scanning the assembled shadows, Chen Mobai appeared to grasp something new, surprise flickering across his features.

“Hmph, we of the Underworld Race, born of the dead, are pulled by the Rebirth Lake. Our forms rebuild through River of Death power, granting undying existence. With souls robust enough, endless rebirths await in the Rebirth Lake.”

“Past Kings of the Underworld, the mightiest, shattered limits across reincarnations, surpassing the Ancestor’s Universe-left River of Death power, soaring into the boundless Star River.”

“Slay you, consume your planet’s riches, and eternity awaits me.”

“If fate allows, I’ll make you watch your guarded world become a Dead Star, drowning in eternal remorse and agony.”

As the King of the Underworld boasted, the shadows converging on the Purple Cloud Palace aligned behind him, paying homage.

Chen Mobai noted the cat-like shadow to his left, its mismatched eyes marking it as likely the Netherworld Queen, Su Hana.

Absent his intervention, the Immortal Gate’s bounty might have propelled the King of the Underworld, Netherworld Queen, or even First Netherworld General to Void Refining.

Yet now, the Immortal Gate spelled doom for Ming Wang Star.

“Though bitter foes we are, inside the Purple Cloud Palace, fairness must prevail...”

Invoking the palace’s regulations, Chen Mobai gestured to the scattered meditation mats around them.

Hearing this, the King of the Underworld stirred, deeming vengeance secondary to the once-in-twelve-hundred-years Purple Cloud Palace fortune.

Midway to claiming a mat, Chen Mobai sidled up to the Netherworld Queen’s shadow.

“Those eyes of yours are striking; care to reveal their unique abilities?”

A Heavenly Blessing alert warned that in straight battle, the Netherworld Queen might outwit him. Everyone knew his Pure Yang Scroll cultivation countered the Underworld Race perfectly.

Curiosity drove him, his hand extending as though to caress the feline Netherworld Queen.

“How bold!”

The sight enraged the King of the Underworld, while countless other Underworld entities erupted in scolding, underscoring the Netherworld Queen’s esteemed status among them.

As the throng of shadows surged forward, Chen Mobai lifted his right hand steadily, shaping the Green Lotus Seal.

“Such noise in class shows no respect; out with you, and stay silent!”

With Chen Mobai’s sharp rebuke, the Green Lotus Stone Platform unleashed boundless authority, hurling every riled Underworld Race member away.

In moments, only two Underworld figures lingered.

The First Netherworld General Wang Jite and the central one, the Netherworld Queen.

“Hah.”

Surprise lit Chen Mobai’s face at the sight.

“Looks like you’d rather deny us this Purple Cloud Palace chance.”

The Netherworld Queen’s tone stayed even, and Chen Mobai felt no shame at her words.

“Better safe than sorry, in case one of you breaks through here.”

Mid-sentence, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Delayed by vast distances, it originated from the Immortal Gate.

Qi Yuheng had sent a single line: [Chaos Primal Energy Cannon fully charged, fire on command!]

Chen Mobai fired back just one word: [Boom!]