Chapter 2195

Chapter 2685: The Nether Clan, Which Does Not Exist in This World!

The giant beast formed by the Nether Great Dao was smashed to pieces on the spot.

Even the surrounding space shattered into pieces with a crackle from this slap.

The difference in strength between the two was too great; even among those in the Dao Venerable 6th Realm, Zhao Dongsheng, as a Revenant, was a standout.

On the other hand, even with the six of them combined, the strength of the Six Nether Venerables was at most at the peak of the Dao Venerable 4th Realm, not even reaching the Dao Venerable 5th Realm.

There was a fundamental difference in the level of strength between the two.

Amidst miserable screams, the Six Nether Venerables were beaten apart, spitting blood simultaneously, each of them severely injured.

Zhao Dongsheng let out a long whistle as his Great Dao of Ten Thousand Spirits emerged, and illusory spiritual beasts rushed out of the Dao, charging toward five of them.

As the eldest of the Six Nether Venerables, Nether Boss, who possessed a cultivation of the Dao Venerable 4th Realm, was naturally personally attended to by Zhao Dongsheng.

"Flee!"

Nether Boss roared, summoning his Dao True Body once more, which transformed into a Nether Cold Pool, forcefully blocking Zhao Dongsheng's pursuit of ten thousand spirits for the others.

Doing so instantly bought some time for the remaining five.

Lin Moyu shook his head slightly. "You can't escape!"

A miserable scream rang out as Old Six Nether's limbs were suddenly severed. Among the six, his realm was the lowest and his strength the weakest. The Shadow Mantis revealed its figure at the instant of its attack, and Old Six Nether shrieked, "It's a shadow, watch out!"

Before he could finish his sentence, another shriek rang out beside his ears.

The Three-Colored Phantom Snake bit Old Five Nether on the leg. If he had been attacked by the Shadow Mantis, there might still have been a sliver of hope.

But being bitten by the Three-Colored Phantom Snake meant death was not far off.

The Star Arrow Lich appeared beside Lin Moyu. Activating the Great Dao of Arrow, the Star Arrow Lich transformed into a sharp arrow, flashing through the shattered space.

Another scream echoed as Old Four Nether's chest was pierced through, his body shattering like glass, instantly severely wounded.

In an instant, three of them were severely injured at the same time.

Yet they cried out frantically, "Don't mind us, run!"

Old Two and Old Three of the Six Nether Venerables fled outward without looking back.

They knew how to make the right choice; if they stayed now, they would only die together.

The two exchanged glances, roared simultaneously, and summoned their Great Dao.

The Nether Great Dao transformed into the Nether Black Pool. The two plunged beneath the black pool. The black pool traversed space like teleportation, sending the two of them thousands of kilometers away in an instant.

Seeing the two disappear from sight, the eldest of the Six Nether Venerables laughed madly, "Just wait for our endless revenge! Our clan will never let you off!"

Lin Moyu chuckled, "I said, they can't escape!"

Following his words, a giant sword suddenly appeared thousands of kilometers away.

The giant sword connected heaven and earth, and a terrifying Great Dao emerged in the sky.

The shape of the Great Dao was a sword. The Great Dao of Sword was a terrifying Great Dao that ranked highly in terms of offensive power.

The Great Sword Dao Venerable transformed into a giant sword and slashed down from the sky.

As the sword light flashed, the two who had just escaped thousands of kilometers were slain on the spot, truly turning to ashes.

Of the six, the two with the highest hope of escaping turned out to be the ones who died the fastest.

The remaining four instantly fell into despair; they knew that this time, they could not escape their doom.

Zhao Dongsheng summoned his Dao True Body again, transforming into the form of a giant bear. His bear paws suppressed the world, and in just a few strikes, he smashed Nether Boss to pieces.

However, he did not die, but lay on the ground, blood gushing from his entire body, unable to move.

Then, Zhao Dongsheng manifested ten thousand spirits, throwing the other three over like dead dogs.

Although Nether Boss was severely injured, he remained stubborn. "This time we failed. If you want to kill us, just do it."

Lin Moyu chuckled, "Killing you is a given, but I am somewhat curious. You said just now that your clan won't let me off. Does this mean your clan will know that I was the one who killed you?"

Nether Boss remained silent, but Lin Moyu continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't answer; I naturally have ways to find out. Actually, I have long suspected that although you six come from the same clan, you cultivate the exact same Great Dao, and even your appearances are exactly identical, which is very strange."

"On the Origin Continent, there are so many families, and it's not uncommon for siblings of the same clan to cultivate the same Great Dao, but for them to be exactly identical is truly rare."

"It seems your clan is very special. Is it the Nether Clan?"

"Information on the Nether Clan… Let me look for it!"

Lin Moyu immediately had the Human Emperor look up information regarding the Nether Clan.

Nether Boss sneered, "You certainly have a rich imagination. I just said it casually, and you took it seriously…" Before he could finish, Lin Moyu spoke again, "So there really is a Nether Clan."

Information on the Nether Clan was very scarce; among the vast sea of data, information on the Nether Clan made up only an insignificant fraction.

If not for the Human Emperor, an ordinary person might have missed it, because they were simply too inconspicuous.

Many, many years ago, in an ancient era when the Hanshui Holy Land did not yet exist, nor did the Wen Dao Sect, and the layout of the entire Southern Continent was far from what it is today.

There once appeared a race called the Nether. This race did not originally exist in this world; they claimed to come from hell and had arrived in this world for some reason.

Due to being incompatible with the world, they had conflicts with some forces in the Southern Continent at that time, and some clashes broke out…

It was too long ago, so long ago that it was difficult to trace, and the records of those years were no longer very clear.

Later, the Nether Race disappeared, and the specific reason for their disappearance had been submerged in the long river of history.

Only scattered data showed that the Nether Race had once fought a great war against others, was later defeated, and retreated back to the Nether World.

With the passage of time, the existence of the Nether Race had long been forgotten, and no one associated the Six Nether Venerables with the Nether Race.

Lin Moyu felt curious. "The Nether Race, from hell, not existing in this world…"

"Interesting. Just what kind of race are you?"

The few who were still alive did not speak, nor did Lin Moyu expect them to answer.

Compared to the living, Lin Moyu trusted the words of the dead more.

The Great Sword Dao Venerable returned, bringing back two pieces of shredded flesh.

According to Lin Moyu's instructions, although the Great Sword Dao Venerable had blasted the two to ashes, he had preserved two pieces of their remains.

Lin Moyu flicked out two clumps of Undying Flame, landing on the shredded flesh and blood of Old Two and Old Three Nether.

The shredded corpses immediately began to regenerate, and their already dissipated souls also began to rapidly reorganize. Nether Boss's pupils shrank violently, and he let out an exclamation of shock, "Undying Flame!"

Lin Moyu let out a soft sound of surprise. "You actually recognize the Undying Flame!"

He did not know how many times he had used the Undying Flame, yet no one had ever been able to recognize it, at most treating it as a special kind of flame.

To his surprise, the eldest of the Six Nether Venerables actually recognized the Undying Flame at a single glance.

The Undying Flame was related to hell. It seemed the Nether Clan was indeed inseparable from hell.

Lin Moyu's curiosity grew even stronger; he really wanted to know what the origin of the Nether Clan was.

Nether Boss seemed to know what would happen next, and he suddenly laughed out loud. "It's useless! You think that by resurrecting us, you can get something out of our mouths? It's useless, you won't get anything!"

"You are destined to be disappointed. Get ready to be hunted down by my clan! Hell is bound to collapse again, and you won't survive either!"

Following Nether Boss's words, the regenerating Old Two and Old Three suddenly emitted a cloud of black gas, and their resurrection was cut short.

Surrounded by the black gas, the two truly turned to ashes, leaving not a single trace behind.

Nether Boss laughed even more maniacally, "Nether God Lord, protect our clan!"

The other three also cried out at the same time, "Nether God Lord, protect our clan!"

"Nether God Lord, protect our clan!"

Amidst the repeated shouts, black gas erupted from all four of them simultaneously, and they turned to ashes!

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Chapter 2686: The origin spirit vein Is Somewhat Strange

Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a solemn look in his gaze.

The religious-like slogans shouted by the Six Nether Venerables before their deaths were like a layer of dark clouds hanging overhead.

He seemed to have provoked another quite terrifying existence—the Nether Race, a race that had almost vanished from the long river of history.

Just how terrifying was this race that came from hell and did not belong to the mortal world?

What level were the Six Nether Venerables within the Nether Race, and why were they so confident that they could definitely kill him?

The six of them turned into black gas and completely dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving not a single trace behind.

It was impossible to use the Resurrection of the Dead on them, and even if flesh and blood had remained, Resurrection of the Dead probably wouldn't have worked.

This was the first time Lin Moyu had ever encountered a failure of the Resurrection of the Dead.

Upon reflection, it was not an issue with the spell, but rather the unique nature of the Nether Race.

Coupled with the fact that they could recognize the Undying Flame, Lin Moyu had a faint guess in his heart.

"It seems they really are inseparable from hell."

"Legend has it that there is a Nether Black Pool in hell. What exactly is the Nether Black Pool?"

His gaze swept past, spotting the Boundary-Defining Bead.

The Boundary-Defining Bead shone brightly, and an invisible force surged from it. Besides the Boundary-Defining Bead, there were also six Rule Worlds.

Due to the influence of the Boundary-Defining Bead, the Rule Worlds did not collapse immediately after the deaths of the Six Nether Venerables.

However, the Boundary-Defining Bead had a time limit and could not maintain them for too long.

With a slight shift of Lin Moyu's consciousness, a large number of Skeleton Divine Generals appeared and rushed into the Rule Worlds.

Perhaps some clues could be discovered from the Rule Worlds of the Six Nether Venerables.

The Skeleton Divine Generals continuously brought things out of the six Rule Worlds. No matter what it was, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, they brought it out first.

A Dao Venerable's Rule World was very vast, and Lin Moyu was not sure if it was safe inside.

If their owners were still alive, Lin Moyu wouldn't dare enter at all, as that would be no different from seeking death.

Now, with the owners dead, the dangers of the Rule Worlds naturally ceased to exist.

The Skeleton Divine Generals moved very quickly, ransacking the places and bringing out all the items. Before long, a mountain of items had piled up in front of Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu did not sort through them immediately; he simply put the items away, intending to look through them slowly later.

In the distance, several powerful auras were faintly rising. The spiritual beasts here did not welcome him, a stranger.

If not for the presence of Zhao Dongsheng and the Great Sword Dao Venerable, some spiritual beasts would probably have charged over already.

Lin Moyu felt that even further away, beyond the vision of the Eye of the Undead, even more powerful spiritual beasts had begun to pay attention to this place.

If he did not leave, those powerful existences would come over.

Although Zhao Dongsheng and the Great Sword Dao Venerable were powerful, there were definitely super-powerful existences among the spiritual beasts as well.

As time ticked away, more and more spiritual beasts turned their attention here, and roars constantly echoed in his ears.

"I can't wait any longer!"

Fighting with the spiritual beasts in the wilderness right now was unwise. Lin Moyu recalled the Skeleton Divine Generals, grabbed the Boundary-Defining Bead, and at the same time took out the origin shuttle.

He slipped into the origin shuttle, which instantly turned into a streak of flowing light, shooting off into the distance.

As Lin Moyu departed with the Boundary-Defining Bead, the Rule Worlds of the Six Nether Venerables collapsed as well, and any remaining items inside fell into the endless void, completely vanishing.

The origin shuttle was once a flying magic treasure that the Heavenly Deity Sect was proud of, and its fame back then was unimaginably great.

An origin shuttle of the Dao Venerable 1st Realm was faster than many flying magic treasures of the Dao Venerable 2nd or 3rd Realm.

If Lin Moyu had used the origin shuttle to leave from the very beginning, the Six Nether Venerables might not have been able to catch up with him.

Standing inside the origin shuttle, with a thought from him, the surrounding view became transparent, completely revealing the situation outside.

The wilderness receded rapidly beneath him. Lin Moyu activated the Eye of the Undead, adjusting the flight path of the origin shuttle.

He avoided the territories of powerful spiritual beasts as much as possible, temporarily choosing not to provoke them.

In the blink of an eye, the origin shuttle had flown tens of thousands of kilometers, entering another region.

A high mountain appeared ahead, and the origin shuttle came to a sudden halt.

That high mountain was a full hundred thousand meters tall. Its peak was not sharp, but rather very flat.