School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1859 - 1945: Secret Realm Treasure 12

For a fleeting moment, he hesitated, and from the inky depths of the river, a dozen skeletal figures rose, their auras striking Chen Nan with immense shock.

These were the desiccated remains of supreme powerhouses, though their current state and the reason for their interment here remained a mystery. Each bone had been leached to a ghastly jet-black by the corrosive touch of this dark river.

Supreme skeletons, even after countless years, if they possessed the most refined cultivation of their former lives, retained their form and color unchanged. Their very essence defied decay.

Such potent beings, even in death, should have the capacity to absorb primordial Qi from the very heavens and earth, a process that would prevent them from reaching such a desolate condition.

This river water… it was truly terrifying!

A stark realization dawned upon Chen Nan.

The malevolent Qi that had surged from the river earlier must originate from these skeletal remains. But what force had warped them into this state? What power could corrupt such supreme skeletons?

At this juncture, a tremor deeply rooted within his heart assailed him, a sudden wave of dread that painted a grim premonition in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, these dozen supreme skeletons began to greedily absorb the demonic Qi from the dark river. Within a single breath, they appeared saturated with a dense, unholy energy, as if ancient, colossal trolls had ripped through the fabric of existence.

Chen Nan’s heart pounded with alarm. "The former occupants of these skeletons likely weren't experts from my Four Extremes World. If a dozen supremes were lost at once, surely word would have spread. This God Demon Secret Realm is vastly different from the God Demon Battlefield. Their deaths are so concentrated, it's as if…"

"As if they were all slaughtered right here!"

Though the thought was deeply unsettling, Chen Nan could not refute its grim logic.

This dark river seemed to serve as a collective mausoleum for these supreme beings.

"Enough," he muttered, a cold laugh escaping his lips. "As long as they are not predecessors from my Four Extremes World, they must be demons from the outer heavens. Those fiends are on par with the Heavenly People Clan; no courtesy is required." His gaze, filled with murderous intent, swept over the dozen menacing figures.

Confronting a dozen true supremes would have prompted an immediate use of the Two Realms Without Gap technique to flee. However, these dozen supreme skeletons, dead for eons, their fall perhaps preceding memory, were now merely animated by the dark river’s influence. They had regained a semblance of spiritual awareness, their strength akin to mere half-step supremes.

A dozen half-step supremes might sound formidable, yet Chen Nan chuckled, quite unconcerned. The true nature of this dark river remained unknown, a place he dared not explore rashly. His master had once warned him of certain forbidden locales within the Four Extremes World where one’s very life could be forfeit.

Until he could unravel the mysteries and neutralize the threats, Chen Nan had no intention of acting precipitously.

"To combat such supremely yin and utterly malevolent demons," he mused, "only the most rigid and yang divine skills would suffice. However, my Fire Element Heavenly Skill is nearly depleted. It seems I must rely on other divine techniques."

With a swift thought, Chen Nan unleashed the Dragon Emperor Sun Seal.

A colossal seal, resembling a towering mountain and ablaze with ferocious flames, descended from the void, striking the dozen skeletons with immense force.

"Boom!"

The collision of the Dragon Emperor Sun Seal and the skeletons unleashed a thunderous roar. The skeletons reeled, and grievous cracks spiderwebbed across the divine seal.

The searing flames from the Great Sun Seal cast a blinding reflection upon the dark river, as if the sun itself had plunged from the heavens.

Within this subterranean realm, the lesser demons recently spawned from the river water were instantly incinerated by the blazing inferno, their screams echoing incessantly.

While the flames of the Dragon Emperor Sun Seal, though potent, could not match the terrifying purple divine fire in instantly annihilating them, their sheer intensity was overwhelming.

The demons scattered in all directions, transforming the once dark underground river into a scene of utter pandemonium in the blink of an eye. Chen Nan reigned supreme amidst the chaos.

A subtle smile played on Chen Nan’s lips as he observed the diminishing demonic Qi clinging to the skeletons scorched by the Great Sun Seal. Their combat prowess plummeted, and one by one, they toppled back into the dark river.

"It appears these entities are not as formidable as they initially seemed," he mused. "I wonder what truly lies within this dark river. Perhaps I should venture down for a closer look."

A daring, almost ludicrous notion sparked within Chen Nan’s mind.

Should he plunge into the river’s depths?

Just as this thought took root, a voice suddenly echoed, "You absolutely must not enter this river. This is known as the Nether River. Its Netherworld Energy is a potent nourishment for ghosts, but for ordinary mortals, it is the ultimate nemesis of the divine soul. Even with your Chaos Sacred Body, you cannot withstand its effects."

The voice of the Haotian Tower resonated, "Netherworld power is not meant for the mortal realm. Your Chaos Sacred Body, at its current level, cannot handle it. Furthermore, this Nether River has undergone a mutation. If we hadn't intervened, the power surging from this Secret Realm would soon have been enough to annihilate the entire human world."

Chen Nan and his group had been separated upon entering the Secret Realm. The Haotian Tower itself had also been separated to counteract the array's assault at a critical juncture.

Nevertheless, the Haotian Tower, possessing supreme realm power and being linked to Chen Nan's divine soul, sensed Chen Nan's predicament at this vital moment.

"What exactly is the Nether River?" Chen Nan's expression shifted. "This mutated river water, with power eruption capable of destroying the entire human world?"

"Precisely. The Nether River originates from the Netherworld Demon Sky Map. In eras past, this map was a divine artifact coveted by both the outer heaven Netherworld and the Demon Clan. It possessed the ability to birth worlds and reverse the cycle of life and death. Countless experts yearned for it, and just as many perished in their pursuit."

The Haotian Tower spoke, as if reminiscing about ancient times, its voice filled with lament. "The last time I witnessed the map was thirty millennia ago. Back then, the inner world of the map still held the demon sky, while the Netherworld remained concealed. It's unexpected that it has appeared here."

With a sigh, the Haotian Tower continued, "Within the map's inner realm, the demon and Netherworld exist separately, never to intersect. Should they ever clash, the most malevolent substance in existence would be generated, leading to utter catastrophe."

"These supreme beings were clearly lured here and slain deliberately. Some incredibly powerful expert hatched a scheme, hiding the Nether River within such a minuscule world contained within the Four Extremes. A truly devious plan."

Chen Nan's heart shuddered. If a powerful expert orchestrated this, executing so many supreme beings, just how formidable must that expert have been?

"What course of action should we take now?" Chen Nan felt compelled to ask.

"To dispatch the Nether River from the Netherworld Demon Sky Map to this location, such a ruthless maneuver. Once the Secret Realm's power explodes, the Four Extremes World will be obliterated without a trace. And then..."