Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1021 - 531_2

Afterwards, the two no longer hesitated and followed the current straight into the depths of the cave.

It had to be said that inside was a maze of big and small caves; without this airflow to guide them, it would have taken considerable effort to explore it thoroughly.

Murong grumbled, "This Ghost Mother must be a rat spirit; she loves tunneling so much."

Duan Yun said, "How many Beautiful Ghosts did you take out this time?"

Murong replied through gritted teeth, "Just two, and only half a face of each, couldn't see the other one! And that busty Ghost Bride, you even snatched away!"

They continued talking as they proceeded further inside.

Duan Yun spoke to Murong like this because he noticed Murong was a bit nervous.

Not just Murong, even he felt a bit apprehensive.

Over the years since he debuted, he's encountered countless enemies and dangers, yet he's always survived.

But at this moment, watching those air currents that originally remained condensed scatter as they walked past, he couldn't help but feel nervous too.

Because this meant Qigong cultivation had reached a very high level, a level he couldn't currently achieve.

Talking was the quickest way to relieve tension.

The sound of rushing water reached their ears from ahead.

The yellow water that seemed to hold the afterglow of the setting sun appeared again.

Who knew how vast this underground Netherworld was.

At a glance, it was certainly not as expansive as the lake on Yellow Jade Island, but it was exceptionally deep and intricately distributed, giving a feeling of endless profundity.

The mysterious airflow continued to remain intact even in the water.

Duan Yun and Murong followed it into the water, swimming deeper guided by the current.

Inside the Netherworld, they saw ghosts that fed on Stone God Moles.

Unlike their first encounter, where the ghosts had a layer resembling a sculpture on the outside, these had fully "black mole-ified" bodies exposed outside, looking particularly repulsive and horrific.

But they didn't launch insidious crotch attacks on the two; some even greeted them respectfully when they made eye contact.

Clearly, they were following Ghost Mother's orders, appearing as if to welcome them.

The more they saw of this, the more foreboding Murong felt.

Such "politeness" from the enemy indicated strong confidence.

Ahead was a deep pool formed by the Netherworld.

The deeper they swam, the more grave Duan Yun's expression became.

This was destined to be a battle in the water.

Duan Yun had fought countless battles, but not many entirely underwater, limiting his rich land-combat experience.

He was quite worried about Murong.

Experts like them could hold their breath underwater for days without issues, but it wasn't the same as being on land. Once martial arts were intensely used, water became a hindrance, potentially turning breathing into a problem at the limit.

He didn't have such concerns because he could breathe through his skin pores.

Even real fish might not be better at breathing than he was.

Murong pointed ahead, and Duan Yun knew they were nearly there.

It was a door.

A blood-red door, which Murong found very familiar because its frame was the Ghost Gate from the parade of a hundred ghosts.

In the depths of the Netherworld, the Ghost Gate towered, like a great mouth of the abyss, waiting to swallow them whole.

The Ghost Gate was towering, and the blood-red door grandly exaggerated.

At a glance, the door had only a narrow crack, but it was enough for a person to pass through.

Duan Yun and Murong approached the enormous door.

Beyond the crack, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Just as Murong was about to enter, Duan Yun grabbed him and said, "You stay here on standby, follow my orders."

Murong wanted to speak, but Duan Yun cut him off, "Those on standby are the main force, just like at the Netherworld Mountain Villa."

During the trip to the Netherworld Mountain Villa, Murong indeed battled the branch Manor Master for three hundred rounds before Duan Yun took over everything.

He said this to consider Murong's feelings.

As Duan Yun's good brother, Murong knew the principle; he bit his lip, exhaled a stream of bubbles, and said, "Don't overreach, even if we lose, I'll stick with you."

Duan Yun nodded and entered through the crack.

Murong stood by the door, ready to act at a moment's notice.

He understood that Duan Yun's choice was correct; the situation inside was unknown and without any support, there'd be no hope.

But he also knew that if Duan Yun were in a situation requiring his help, it would mean extreme peril. Then, even if it meant death, he'd escape with Duan Yun.

If escape wasn't possible, he'd rather die here.

Murong was once an insecure person, especially when entangled in emotional matters, feeling buried in insignificance.

But since meeting Duan Yun, becoming Young Hero Murong, he'd grown increasingly confident. Sometimes, waking up from dreams, he even dared to challenge Duan Yun in handsomeness.

Young Hero Murong was a man of absolute self-confidence.

Yet this time, he lacked assurance.

Even with Duan Yun, he felt insecure.

One could only conclude this Ghost Mother was truly sinister.

He had already roughly measured the distance they had come.

It was too far.

To maintain such a condensed airflow over this distance required tremendously deep inner strength.

He knew Duan Yun's inner strength was also profoundly immeasurable, especially after fusing with lightning and Red Hair, practically superhuman.

But he believed even Duan Yun couldn't reach this extent, the very root of his unease.

This was an opponent rivaling Old Demon Duan.

.....

Upon entering the door crack, Duan Yun found it significantly darker inside than outside.

The water that had been yellowish now turned dark, leaving only faint weak light.

It seemed to be a massive corridor, and there, he vaguely saw a smooth metallic surface resembling a space orbit.

In the water, some aquatic plants floated like human hair immersed in it.

After advancing about three hundred steps, a booming sound ensued, and the passage ahead lit up at once.

Those were giant light rings embedded within this metal corridor, forming a long track.

At this moment, Duan Yun could truly call it a track.

Because it exuded an overwhelming sci-fi ambience.

The smooth mirror-like metal formed the main body of this track, and those giant light rings, what was the difference from electric lamps within a track?

In an instant, he had transitioned from an ancient world to a sci-fi realm.

Beyond the Ghost Gate was a track reminiscent of space orbits.

This track ascended gradually, and with a splash, Duan Yun emerged from the water.

He then saw some signs.

Glowing signs, reminiscent of night markets from his past life.

But here, there were only signs with no stalls or shops, making them resemble spirit tablets upon closer inspection.

With the absence of water here, Duan Yun couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seemed he wouldn't have to fight in the water continuously.

At that point, the track had reached its end, leading him into a vast metal hall.

Sleek white metal formed a surreal white world, with a colossal sun-like disc lamp overhead.

At first glance, you might feel like you've stepped into a legendary paradise.

A pure white paradise.

Amidst the whiteness, only one spot had color.

A dark green.

In the center of the white hall was a dark green tree.

From here, you couldn't determine its species, only that it resembled an ink wash stroke in a mountain-water painting.

Duan Yun walked towards it, knowing Ghost Mother was there.

Beneath that verdant tree sat a person.

A woman.

From here, you couldn't determine its species, only that it resembled an ink wash stroke in a mountain-water painting.

Duan Yun walked towards it, knowing Ghost Mother was there.

Beneath that verdant tree sat a person.

A woman.