Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 799: Eye of the Nether River

"Has the outside world been taken over by humans?" the burly Jiuli Tribesman asked, his gaze steady as he studied the young man before him.

The young man stood straight and unwavering, carrying himself with effortless grace. He was none other than Xu Ziyang of the Mount Shu Sect.

Just moments ago, the Supreme Harbinger of Doom had unleashed a fearsome burst of energy, flinging all three of them into the sky. After landing, Xu Ziyang took a moment to catch his breath. When he finally looked up, he noticed something unusual. There was a massive chunk of bronze in the middle of the scorched land with a mysterious figure sitting on top.

That was the burly Jiuli Tribesman speaking to Xu Ziyang.

Sensing no hostility from the man, Xu Ziyang responded, "That’s right."

"So it really did happen," the burly Jiuli Tribesman said with a sigh. "The High God once said that this world originally belonged to humans, and after him, it would return to them once more."

After a brief pause, he continued, "I will offer you a treasure of the mortal world. In exchange, I ask for a small favor. Will you help me?"

Xu Ziyang looked at him curiously. "What favor?"

The burly Jiuli Tribesman gazed into the distant sky, his tone laced with melancholy. "In the East Sea, there was once a small island. It had no name then, and by now, it has likely vanished completely. I was once a blacksmith of the Jiuli Tribe, tasked with forging the Bronze City for the High God. My wife and I traveled across the world in search of materials. On that small island in the East Sea, we finally discovered a rare material that could serve as the core of the city’s formation. But during the excavation, my wife lost her life there.

"She was trapped beneath the collapsing mountain. I couldn't save her... All I could do was leave her there, never to see her again.

"I vowed that after my death, I would rest beside her. But when the formation’s core was forged, an artifact spirit was needed. The High God sacrificed all three hundred of us blacksmiths to complete it. I was lucky to have become the only one to retain my consciousness... and so, I became the artifact spirit of the Bronze City."

Xu Ziyang’s gaze wavered in surprise. He thought, This man is actually the artifact spirit of the ancient Bronze City? The fact that a city can possess its own artifact spirit is already extraordinary. But to think that a city of this magnitude had originally been forged as an enchanted tool... If so, wouldn’t that place it among the ranks of legendary artifacts? And if the city had long vanished from history, how had its artifact spirit managed to survive?

As if sensing Xu Ziyang's doubts, the Jiuli warrior continued, "I was bound within the formation, unable to leave, existing only to keep the city functioning. Later, the High God led the entire Jiuli Tribe into the Battle of Ascension, where they were ultimately wiped out. Of Jiuli City, only this chunk of bronze remains.

"I should have died with them, yet this chunk of bronze seemed to preserve me, as though my body had never truly perished. Then, a few days ago, a strange force awakened me, bringing everything stored within the fragment back to life. Jiuli City appeared once more, but what you witnessed was merely an illusion projected from the remnant of Jiuli City back then."

I see. Xu Ziyang finally understood.

The scenes earlier had felt so real because it was a memory stored within the Bronze City’s artifact spirit.

He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of power could be strong enough to resurrect the artifact spirit of the Bronze City?"

The artifact spirit spoke slowly, "I suppose... this must be the contingency left behind by the High God.

"Before the Battle of Ascension, he foresaw the chance of failure. To prepare, he exhausted the Jiuli Tribe’s resources to dig a spring in the Bronze Mountain—one that would ceaselessly refine the Breath of the Yellow Springs and form a Nether River."

Xu Ziyang knew exactly what the Breath of the Yellow Springs was, and his expression changed subtly. A Nether River created from the Breath of the Yellow Springs?

Previously, even a small amount of the Breath of the Yellow Springs had sparked fierce conflicts. If such a massive amount were to leak out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Even if the High God were to fall one day, as long as this Nether River was guided to his remains, he could be briefly revived. With just a moment of resurrection, he would be able to reclaim the Great Dao and fully return as a god."

In that instant, Xu Ziyang understood Tan Qingfeng’s true objective.

For countless ages, the Tan Clan had remained in this hidden realm, waiting for the Breath of the Yellow Springs to condense into the Nether River. When the time came, they would channel it toward the Jiuli God’s resting place, resurrecting him.

Even if the power of the Breath of the Yellow Springs could only revive him for a brief moment, it wouldn’t matter. A Hallowed One at the ninth realm was one with the Great Dao. As long as the High God Jiuli could reform his Great Dao within that short moment, he could return to life completely.

It was likely that Lu Cang of the Divine Ruins Monastery had come to destroy this hidden realm and seal the Bronze Mountain because the spring had already refined enough Breath of the Yellow Springs to form the Nether River. The plan was nearing completion.

However, Tan Qingfeng had escaped. Even if the Mount Shu Sect had not interfered, he would have surely returned to finish what he started.

As for the corpse of High God Jiuli, no one had ever seen it, but everyone knew where it lay—beneath the Southern Bastion Mountain in the Southern Regions.

If his guess was correct, this hidden realm was really located beneath the very foundations of the Southern Bastion Mountain.

The title "Tomb Guardians" was not just for show. They were indeed guarding the tomb of the High God Jiuli!

Xu Ziyang felt a rising urgency. Fixing his gaze on the Bronze Mountain, he said, "I must stop him."

The burly Jiuli Tribesman responded, "Go, but see to it that you come back alive."

He then smiled faintly and tossed Xu Ziyang half of an aged bronze talisman. The engraving depicted two beasts entwined around each other, though the talisman had been split down the middle.

The burly Jiuli Tribesman continued, "This is the favor I ask of you. Go to the East Sea. My wife’s remains hold a matching beast talisman. When the two halves are near, they will resonate. I ask that you find it and bring them together again. We have spent too many years apart. If I am to fall into slumber once again, I wish to do so by her side."

As the Breath of the Yellow Springs was pulled entirely toward the Bronze Mountain, the burly Jiuli Tribesman grew increasingly transparent, fading until he was barely visible.

His voice grew distant, as if carried away by the wind.

"Young man, though this chunk of bronze is but a remnant of the Bronze City, it survived the Battle of Ascension. This divine bronze fragment has survived a great tribulation and it is the finest material in existence. Take it as your reward. Seek out the greatest blacksmith of your era, and you will surely forge a legendary artifact."

A breeze swept past, and the artifact spirit vanished without a trace.

Only Xu Ziyang remained, his figure standing before the colossal divine bronze fragment that had withstood a great tribulation.

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Rumble!

Within the vast mountain cavern, a dark river steadily formed, its waters rising with every passing moment. The riverbed had been carved long ago. Once the Nether River fully gathered and filled the empty channel, the enchanted formation would lead its relentless current to the corpse of God Jiuli.

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Every single drop of this water carried the treasured Breath of the Yellow Springs. An essence so powerful that countless people would go crazy for it.

A stone platform stood in the middle of the river, like an isolated island surrounded by the torrent. Its surface was covered with intricate formation markings, all carved in blood red. The engraved lines pulsed with a fiery crimson glow, absorbing the Breath of the Yellow Springs from every direction.

Only those at the ninth realm possessed the power to refine the Breath of the Yellow Springs. And only God Jiuli was terrifying enough to forge a legendary artifact for the sole purpose of extracting this essence, all to guarantee his own resurrection.

At this moment, Tan Qingfeng’s frail figure stood atop the formation inscriptions. His wounds had yet to heal, and fresh injuries covered them, leaving him drenched in blood. Yet, his eyes shone with exhilaration, for the duty his family had upheld for generations was at last coming to fruition, and he would be the one to complete it.

I am the one who will bring our God Jiuli back to life! The very thought sent violent tremors through his body.

As the Nether River’s current surged faster, he knew the time had come. Nothing could stand in his way now. His hands moved in practiced precision, forming incantation gestures he had memorized since childhood, commanding the enchanted formation to spin faster.

Whoosh!

A thread of light shimmered at the front of the river, rapidly widening into a gaping rift that tore apart the Great Dao of the World. No one knew where it led, but the Breath of the Yellow Springs flooded toward it in an unstoppable surge.

Just as the leading current was about to enter the rift, a sudden force erupted, sending the water surging backward in midair. The flow twisted through the cavern before suspending itself upside down, redirecting toward another location.

The vast Nether River arched into a gigantic ring, altering its course as it turned sideways.

Tan Qingfeng looked up and saw two familiar faces. "You again!"

He hadn’t expected them to survive the iron-eating beast’s attack, much less recover so quickly and return to interfere.

Chu Liang and Jiang Yuebai had just arrived. The moment they saw what was happening, they sprang into action to stop it.

Jiang Yuebai swung her sword with full force. The sheer might of the Heavenly Sword Seal tore through the air, streaking toward Tan Qingfeng.

Meanwhile, Chu Liang took out the Azure Wave Lamp, an enchanted artifact ranked among the top hundred in the Catalog of the Mortal World’s Ten Thousand Treasures. Its greatest power was its ability to control water.

Activating the lamp, he tried to absorb the river infused with the Breath of the Yellow Springs into the artifact.

The Eye of the Nether River had been forged by the High God Jiuli over countless millennia, with the Tan Clan guarding it for generations. And now, Chu Liang intended to take it just like that?

Tan Qingfeng's eyes nearly burst with rage as he bellowed, "Supreme Harbinger of Doom! Kill them!"

"RAAAAAARRR!"

At his command, a familiar monstrous figure charged forward, slamming into the inner wall of the cavern before leaping toward Chu Liang, who was focused on channeling the Azure Wave Lamp.

The wind howled, and flames erupted fiercely!

With the iron-eating beast charging toward him, Chu Liang maintained a firm hold on the Azure Wave Lamp, refusing to stop the absorption. In a desperate move, he lifted an object with his other hand.

The iron-eating beast was mere moments away from pouncing on Chu Liang when it froze midair at the sight of what Chu Liang held in the other hand. Suspended in the air, it hesitated. its frenzied killing intent was subdued for the moment.

Chu Liang’s reflection flickered in its massive eyes. In that very reflection, anyone who looked at Chu Liang's hand would see a shining golden spirit plant in his palm!