Chapter 1235

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and a Buddhist voice echoed from his mouth, "A senior of my clan went missing in the Nether Swamp, and a Buddhist treasure was left inside. This humble monk wishes to enter and retrieve it."

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang gave a very reasonable excuse that left no room for refutation.

Buddhist treasures were highly valuable. In the Buddhist Clan, only magic treasures at or above the God Venerable Realm that had been refined through the clan's special methods could be called Buddhist treasures.

If a Buddhist treasure was lost in the Nether Swamp, there was indeed a need to retrieve it.

However, Lin Moyu did not fully believe Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang's words; he had always maintained a cautious scrutiny toward the Buddhist Clan.

Half a day later, Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang slowly spoke, "This humble monk has recovered."

Lin Moyu also responded, "Then let's set off."

God King Heisha glanced at God King Shitu, as if asking him if he wanted to go.

After all, the Nether Swamp was not safe; if things went wrong, one might never come out.

God King Shitu and God King Heisha exchanged glances and came to a decision—he would go.

Lin Moyu felt that the relationship between the two was not just that of friends, but more like brothers who had gone through life and death together.

The four of them leapt into the lake once more, holding the death branches, and headed toward the formation in the exact center.

This time, without the Yellow Sand Yaksha, the fish-bodied, dog-headed monsters kept their distance because of the death branches.

The four arrived smoothly before the central formation. In the middle of the formation, there was a circular indentation that was exactly the size of the Yellow Sand Yaksha's crystal core.

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang took out the crystal core and placed it inside.

The crystal core bloomed with a hazy yellow light, and the entire formation also glowed faintly. The profound runes on the formation lit up one after another, weaving into an exquisitely beautiful pattern.

"Ancient runes, exquisite patterns, profound truths—truly marvelous!" Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang muttered to himself.

Lin Moyu's ears twitched slightly. This little Buddha seemed to know something.

With his own knowledge, he did not recognize any of the runes here; he could only discern that they did not belong to the current era, nor to the ancient period, but likely originated from the primordial era.

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Similar runes also existed in the Mysterious Manor and the Ancient Tomb.

This Yellow Earth Desert, which had appeared due to chaotic laws, was inexplicably linked to both of them.

The runes exploded, and a golden-yellow beam of light shot straight into the sky.

The lake water above the formation was dispersed, and the group looked up to see the sky outside the lake.

A massive black hole appeared in the sky, resembling a gateway.

"It's actually in the sky!"

The group was stunned. No one could have imagined that the passage leading to the Nether Swamp would actually be in the sky.

Flight was impossible in the Yellow Earth Desert, so no one could have found the correct entrance; they could only go through the formation.

After chanting a Buddhist mantra, Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang was the first to step into the formation.

Then, Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang rose directly into the air, rushing toward the horizon with the help of the formation's power.

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Lin Moyu also stepped into the formation, and an invisible force lifted him rapidly into the sky.

God King Heisha and God King Shitu followed Lin Moyu and stepped into the formation.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them passed through the formation one after another, entering the gateway in the sky and disappearing.

Just a minute later, the formation closed, the lake water rushed back in, and everything returned to tranquility.

Within the central lake, the Yellow Sand Yaksha's crystal core still remained. A large amount of yellow sand swirled over, wrapping around the core.

In just a few minutes, a newborn Yellow Sand Yaksha appeared in the central lake.

With a roar, it kicked up ten thousand waves, announcing its return.

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In the pitch-black space, Lin Moyu experienced a teleportation and entered another world.

A stench of rot and blood rushed into his nose wave after wave.

Lin Moyu almost thought he had returned to the Corpse Realm.

Aside from the different laws, there was no difference in the smell.

Immediately sealing his sense of smell, Lin Moyu began to examine this world.

A slightly chilly wind blew against his face, carrying a dense aura of death.

The scorching heat of the Yellow Earth Desert formed a stark contrast with the coldness here.

It was like two completely opposite worlds, making it hard to adjust to for a moment.

A colossal fireball hung in the sky, bringing light to this world.

However, the fireball emitted no heat at all, and its flames were gray, appearing rather eerie.

Lin Moyu looked at the fireball in the sky, slightly shocked in his heart.

He naturally recognized that the flames burning on this fireball were precisely the Undying Flame.

"So the Nether Swamp actually looks like this."

From the side came the voice of Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang.

Chapter 1369: Nether Swamp, Rotting World

There was a sense of relief in Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang's voice, carrying an emotion of realization.

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang's expression at this moment was very complex. One part was joy—joy that he had arrived at the Nether Swamp.

The second was relief—finally getting here meant his efforts were not in vain.

The third was disgust—he did not like this place, did not like it at all, especially the omnipresent aura of death.

The fourth was actually greed, though this greed was very well hidden.

Lin Moyu's soul was too sharp; he took in all of Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang's reactions.

Lin Moyu analyzed the information he had gathered in his mind, and that tiny, insignificant trace of greed caught his attention.

"Is it because of that Buddhist treasure?" Lin Moyu thought to himself, but then dismissed the idea.

If it were because of the Buddhist treasure, his eyes should have shown desire or even excitement.

Greed… why on earth?

While observing Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang, he was also observing God King Heisha and God King Shitu.

God King Heisha's reaction was much simpler; he seemed to be searching for something, which matched the information he had shared.

Lin Moyu spoke up and asked, "Fellow Daoists, we have entered the Nether Swamp. Shall we continue to act together, or shall we split up?"

The four of them maintained a certain distance from each other now. They had left the central lake, and the Great World Oath was no longer in effect.

Although there was a tiny shred of trust between them, this level of trust could turn into betrayal at any moment.

Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang did not think much and spoke directly, "This humble monk wishes to act alone."

Lin Moyu had already guessed he would say that. His purpose in entering the Nether Swamp was not pure, and it was definitely not as simple as he claimed.

Since Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang had already said so, God King Heisha also spoke up, "We also choose to act alone then."

When he said "we," he had already included God King Shitu.

Lin Moyu smiled slightly, "Then take care of yourselves."

The brief cooperation ended, and the team disbanded just like that.

Everyone came from different races and had their own goals. Perhaps when they met again in the future, they would already be separated by life and death.

It was also possible that the next time they met, they would fight fiercely, risking their lives against each other.

Everything was unknown, and anything was possible.

On the vast, pitch-black earth, Lin Moyu walked forward alone.

In fact, he was not alone; he had already sent out his Death Knights, who were rushing in all directions.

From the information sent back by the Death Knights, the scale of the Nether Swamp was unexpectedly massive.

Within the Nether Swamp, there indeed existed many swampland areas.

However, the areas occupied by these swamplands were not large. The larger ones were only about a hundred kilometers in diameter, while the smaller ones were even just a few hundred meters.

They had nothing special about them, and were clearly not the places Lin Moyu was looking for.

A topographical map gradually formed in his mind. Lin Moyu discovered that these ubiquitous swamplands seemed to follow a certain special pattern.

Though they looked somewhat messy, they actually possessed a certain order.

As the map in his mind became more and more complete, Lin Moyu finally realized what they looked like.

These swamplands of varying sizes were like splashed water droplets.

It was as if a massive water balloon had been thrown to the ground from a height of a hundred meters.

After hitting the ground, the water balloon burst, splashing water in all directions, forming droplets that seemed messy but actually contained an underlying pattern.

After discovering this, Lin Moyu quickly locked onto his target, knowing the direction he needed to go.

The Death Knights went ahead, rushing forward.

The Death Knights kept accelerating, going faster and faster, soon reaching the speed limit that the Yellow Earth Desert could tolerate.

But in the next second, the Death Knights broke through this limit, turning into streaks of flowing light.

The Light-Speed Lich appeared on Lin Moyu's shoulder. With its presence, all undead could turn into light, advancing at a speed of 150,000 kilometers per second.

"There is no speed limit here."

"But flight is still impossible here."

"The laws are no longer dominated by the Earth Law and earth-rock type laws. Various laws can be used here, allowing one to exert their full power."

"The aura of death is very dense, which has an amplifying effect on the Law of Death, and the same goes for my Undead Law."

"If there are monsters in the Nether Swamp, they are either rotting corpse-type monsters or undead-type monsters."

"Lin Moyu continuously made various judgments based on the information he obtained."

These judgments were derived from his experience, and nine times out of ten, they would not be wrong.

The Death Knights' speed reached 150,000 kilometers per second, half the speed of light.

In just a single minute, they had already run over seven million kilometers.

They could have run even further, but because swamplands often blocked the way, the Death Knights had to detour and slow down.

After advancing like this for a full ten-odd minutes and dashing over a hundred million kilometers, they finally saw a giant swampland.

From the Death Knights' vision, this swampland was endless at a glance.

The Death Knights fanned out, dashing along both sides of the swampland to measure the distance.

The shock in Lin Moyu's eyes grew stronger and stronger. The diameter of this swampland exceeded one million kilometers, enough to fit a star…

A swampland the size of a star was something he had never heard of before.

The Death Knights bypassed the giant swampland and continued forward, while Lin Moyu arrived at the edge of the swampland shortly after.

The mud in the swampland was pitch-black as ink, looking completely devoid of life. Occasionally, a few bubbles could be seen rising from the mud and then bursting.

However, combining it with Undead Vision, Lin Moyu knew that was not the case at all.

Deep inside this pitch-blackness was a massive amount of rotting blood.

The blood had rotted and turned into mud.

Even though he had sealed his sense of smell, his soul could still detect waves of stench.

The odor here was no longer just a simple stench; it was filled with the resentment of the dead, forming a lethal poison.

If someone in the True God Realm stayed here for too long and took a few more breaths of it, they would die from the poison.

Even sealing one's sense of smell was useless; you could avoid smelling the odor, but you could not block the lethal poison that was enough to corrode the soul.