We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 537: Master…

Several days later, Xiao Mo finally arrived in the region where Nine Nether Mountain was located.

The once towering Nine Nether Mountain had long since been flattened into open ground during that earth-shaking battle.

Now, where Nine Nether Mountain had originally stood, what had replaced it was a deep, bottomless abyss.

Above that abyss, layer upon layer of black clouds were densely piled together, like heavy slabs of leaden iron pressing down on the horizon.

These black clouds were no ordinary storm clouds. They were condensed from spiritual power so dense it was almost impossible to disperse.

Judging only by how rich the spiritual power in this place was, it could indeed be called a first-rate blessed land.

However, establishing a blessed land was not something that could be accomplished by rich spiritual power alone.

Although the spiritual power here was dense, it was far too violent. It raged like a wild beast that had been imprisoned for tens of millions of years, crashing through the air in every direction.

Even as he breathed, Xiao Mo could clearly sense a scorching, firelike quality within that spiritual power, as if even the air itself were burning.

Xiao Mo drew close to the edge of the abyss and looked down. That enormous, bottomless chasm looked almost like a cold and merciless eye, silently staring back at him, sending a chill down his spine.

This abyss truly had been sealed tightly by an ancient spell formation.

To lay down a sealing formation of such vast scale and unfathomable mystery, Xiao Mo privately estimated that it would require at least ten cultivators whose realms were no lower than the Ascension Realm working together.

But even so, through that ancient seal, Xiao Mo could still clearly feel the tyrannical bloodline aura overflowing from the depths of the abyss.

However, aside from that intense bloodline aura, Xiao Mo could faintly sense that something else seemed to be mixed in with it.

Two utterly different powers seemed to be tangling with and restraining each other in the depths of the abyss.

It was only that Xiao Mo considered his own experience shallow, and for the moment, he could not guess what it was.

“I wonder what Elder Xiao has managed to see?”

Just as Xiao Mo was looking on intently, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

“Senior Jin.” Xiao Mo turned and saw Chen Jue’s uncle—Elder Jin.

Elder Jin was also the Myriad Demon Alliance elder Xiao Mo had met when he completed his first scouting mission and went to report back.

“Hahaha... Elder Xiao is still as neatly dressed and graceful as ever.” Elder Jin smiled, his tone casual and warm. “Now that you and I are both elders of the Myriad Demon Alliance, we are already of equal rank. There is no need to be so courteous.”

“Senior Jin is more than a thousand years older than I am. This bit of courtesy is still necessary.” On the surface, Xiao Mo was perfectly respectful, but his words kept a distance without leaving a trace.

And just as the two of them were exchanging pleasantries, Xin Xiao’er, Song Xiu, and Chen Jue walked over side by side as well.

The moment Chen Jue caught sight of Xiao Mo, he could not help sneering inwardly.

In Chen Jue’s view, aside from himself, who was only at perfected Golden Core Realm, the others were all Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, while Elder Jin and Song Xiu had even reached perfected Nascent Soul Realm.

He wanted to see whether Xiao Mo, a cultivator who had only just stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm and had not even had time to stabilize his foundation, could still walk out alive this time.

Aside from Xiao Mo’s group, more and more cultivators had also arrived one after another near Nine Nether Abyss.

News of the Nine Nether Mountain secret realm had already spread through almost the entire demon-race world.

Because of that, whether they were cultivators from sects, ordinary rogue cultivators wandering from place to place, or even many heavily oppressed human cultivators, all of them rushed to this place one after another, wanting to gamble on that vague and elusive chance at fortune.

Before long, five more brilliant streaks of light descended from the sky and landed steadily upon this vast plain.

All five of them were humans, four men and one woman.

The bone ages of the four men were all around six hundred years, and their cultivation had all reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

As for the woman, her bone age was only a little over twenty, yet the resonance of the Way emanating from her body had also already entered the Nascent Soul Realm.

For a time, the gazes of many cultivators on the plain turned toward that human woman in unspoken accord.

Although the woman wore a thin veil, making it impossible to see her true face clearly, her entire body exuded an unworldly, transcendent air, as if she were a fairy banished from the heavenly palace into the mortal realm.

And even though she was dressed in a simple, elegant Daoist robe, it still could not conceal her graceful, exquisite figure.

Especially those soul-stirring eyes of hers—

They were clearly a pair of alluring fox eyes, born with a trace of charm that could hook the soul and seize the spirit. Yet at this moment, they held a cold detachment and distance that seemed wholly devoted to seeking the Way.

That mingling of coolness and seduction only stirred the heart even more, making others unconsciously develop the desire to destroy it.

“Sister Junmeng, this time, you need only follow behind us at ease.” A human man named Ji Shaohuan slowly spoke, his tone carrying a deliberate note of closeness and ingratiation.

“That’s right, Sister Junmeng. Although you are already a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator now, you only broke through a month ago. Your realm has not fully stabilized yet. You must remember not to force yourself.” Another man holding a folding fan took up the words, his tone refined and gentle, though a faint heat was hidden deep in his eyes.

“Indeed. This Phoenix-Bird Secret Realm is no small matter. We must be careful and prudent, advancing step by step.”

“No matter what happens, I will certainly protect Sister Junmeng’s safety. I absolutely will not let you suffer even the slightest injury.”

These men each spoke over the others, competing to show themselves before the woman, all wanting to win her favor.

However, Gui Junmeng only gave a slight nod and did not say much.

The woman’s eyes blinked softly. Her gaze slowly swept across the vast plain, as if she were searching for something.

In the end, Gui Junmeng’s line of sight quietly stopped on one man.

At the same time, Xiao Mo’s gaze happened to turn in Gui Junmeng’s direction as well.

Their gazes met unexpectedly.

Although Gui Junmeng wore a veil, how could Xiao Mo possibly forget those eyes, almost identical to Jingci’s?

It was only that Xiao Mo felt a slight surprise in his heart.

He had not expected that she would come here as well.

Gui Junmeng nodded lightly to Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo also nodded in return, then shifted his gaze away, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary chance meeting.

“Sister Junmeng, that man... do you know him?” Zhou You had noticed that small interaction between Gui Junmeng and Xiao Mo just now and could not help asking in confusion.

“Mm.” Gui Junmeng only answered faintly.

“Hmph! As a human, he actually associates with the demon race. He is simply a disgrace to us humans!” Ji Shaohuan snorted coldly, his expression full of disdain and contempt.

“Brother Ji is right!” Xie Lingxiao hurriedly echoed him, his tone even more intense than Ji Shaohuan’s. “It would be one thing if he simply refused to contribute to the great cause of us humans, but instead, he ran off to risk his life for the demon race. A person like that is even more hateful than demons!”

Toward all this endless chatter, Gui Junmeng seemed not to hear a thing. She continued to quietly look in Xiao Mo’s direction, her gaze calm as water.

BOOM!

Just as Gui Junmeng was still looking at Xiao Mo—

From the depths of Nine Nether Abyss came an earth-shaking explosion.

A Phoenix-Bird formed entirely from black flame shot up from the bottom of the abyss, its wings spreading wide enough to blot out the sky.

In that instant, the ancient spell formation above the abyss split open with an enormous breach.

At the same time, deep within Xiao Mo’s heart-lake, an illusory voice, faint as smoke and almost indistinct, sounded quietly.

“Master...”